At orbital sundown Kody entered the mess hall. He felt that something had changed. Something small. He could not pinpoint what, but there was definitely something.
He started to pour some whiskey into a small ceramic cup when something flashed past his peripheral vision. An object of a dull red nature. Without turning his head he tries to focus on the thing now at his extreme right. Although it is hard to make out much of the details, the red blurb seems to have several filament arms swinging in complex patterns around it. Constantly sweeping.