[s0e13] Planet Of The Dead May 2026

The bus crashed down onto the wet asphalt of a London tunnel. Police sirens wailed in the distance. The passengers cheered, weeping with relief.

He slammed two wires together. The bus groaned, vibrated, and then—impossibly—it lifted. The wheels spun in mid-air as the vehicle surged forward, propelled by a localized gravity bubble. [S0E13] Planet of the Dead

(or sci-fi logic) behind the "Stingray" creatures. The bus crashed down onto the wet asphalt of a London tunnel

A shimmering ripple appeared in the sky—a tear in reality. It was the wormhole they had fallen through, but it was shrinking. On the horizon, a massive storm cloud of gold dust was approaching. It wasn't sand. It was a swarm of metallic, stingray-like creatures: the Tritovores' nightmare, the Stingrays of the Swarm. He slammed two wires together

They soared toward the shrinking blue rift in the sky. Behind them, the first of the stingrays slammed into the sand where the bus had been seconds before.

"Then we close it," Christina said, pulling a set of high-tech tools from her pocket. "I was planning on stealing the Cup of Aethelstan today. Closing a dimensional rift seems like a fair trade."

They weren't alone. A handful of London commuters were wandering out of the vehicle, squinting at the three suns. Among them was Nathan, a young man clutching a backpack, and Angela, a woman who had just been trying to get home to her kids.