[ WP ] write a story where the first and last sentence are the same but have totally different meanings .

`` They're here!'' Cheers of excitement filled the room, along with outbursts of `` We're saved!'' and `` Hallelujah!'' We had been trapped in this ship for a few dozen centuries, waiting on our rescue from the Galactic Central Command. Floating about in space seems like fun when you live for a couple millenia, but even for the most optimistic among us grew bored with the daily routines by the 600th year. 
 
 `` It's about time,'' Scotthew said. `` I did n't think I could take another hundred years of eating synthstew and listening to Jasonny play that stupid instrument.'' Jaonny, hearing his name from across the hall, looked up and waved a tentacle, giving his goofy one-sided grin. `` You're welcome, Sco! Maybe we'll get stationed together again someday.'' 
 
 We clustered around the docking portal, waiting for the Command's battle cruiser to connect with our dropship. `` I thought they were never gon na get here. I know we were the only ones who survived the invasion, but damn! They should have prepared for this.'' 
 
 The invasion of Sol-5006-3 had been a disaster. We had expected primitive life forms to inhabit the planet, but it turned out our estimates of their technological prowess had been off by a couple hundred years. Not a big deal, you'd assume, but we went in armed for a simple planet-wide extermination mission, not expecting a full-blown war on our hands. After a long, drawn-out couple of weeks that nearly resulted in our defeat, I decided as commander of the Fourth Royal Midu army that the planet was deemed unsalvageable. The indigenous lifeforms had killed many of our brethren with their toxic explosives, rendering much of the planet worthless as a side-effect. I decided it would be best to turn the planet into glass. 
 
 Only our dropship had made it out before I activated the Planet Wiper, which might have had something to do with Scotthew neglecting to send out the order to retreat. He blamed it on the ship's communicator relay being damaged in the fighting, but I'd had several hundred years to examine it and knew that was a lie. Still, no use worrying about that now. After we left the amosphere we discovered that those savages had sent missiles at our two battle cruisers, an attack we had n't seen coming and therefore completely annihilated our only means of faster-than-light travel. We were stuck going home the long way. 
 
 After a hundred years or so of cruising, we were finally close enough to our planetary system to send out a distress signal to Central Command. After their surprise that we were still alive, they notified us that there had been some serious political unrest over the past century and that a rescue ship would be coming in a few hundred years, once they `` sorted out the red tape.'' Finally, it had come, and we would finally be going home. 
 
 A sharp *clanggg* sounded as the ramp extended from the ship overhead. We heard the low *hisss* as it flooded the connector with breathable air. The doors unlocked simultaneously, and we crowded around as they slid open. 
 
 No Midu sentries stood at the end of the ramp to greet us, which was odd considering it was standard operating procedure when recovering ships from hostile environments, but none of us cared too much. All twenty of us flooded through the doors and into the cruiser, hapy just to be in a different ship. Then we stopped. 
 
 The cruiser was utterly silent inside. The lights were off, with the exception of some broken power strips that flickered dimly in the shadowy corridor. The cruiser was in powersave mode, highly irregular. My crew was silent as we walked through the halls, not knowing what to make of this. The ship, at maximum capacity could hold 500 trained warriors, and it should be close to full as a general rule. However, no one was in sight. 
 
 I immediately darted to an elevator, with Scotthew close behind. `` Stay here,'' I barked to the others. `` Split up and explore. Find anyone you can and report to the main!'' I closed the doors and keyed in `` Bridge'' to the elevator's terminal. A nearly imperceptible *whoosh* was heard as we we carried off to the piloting deck of the cruiser. The doors slid open to reveal... 
 
 An empty command deck. The lights were off here too, but it was n't silent. A steady drone hummed through the air, which I instantly recognized as a Class III warning alert. I was confused. Class III meant abandon ship, but we could see from our dropship when the cruiser arrived that the escape pods were still in their docking bays. It did n't make any sense. I walked over to one of the computer consoles and accessed the Captain's Log. I was about to hit play on the most recent one, disturbingly dated twenty-two years ago, when I heard Scotthew whimper. 
 
 `` What is it?'' I hissed, turning around. Fear gripped my stomach as I glanced wildly around the room. He was nowhere to be seen. I heard something like a low growl and liquid falling to the floor. `` The Hell happened here...'' I whispered, punching the play button on the log. The captain's voiced boomed through the speakers, disrupting the silence that had held for decades. 
 
 `` I do n't... I do n't know how it happened. Four hundred warriors, gone in a day! I'd heard the stories, but never believed them...'' The growling was louder now, and I twisted around like a madman trying to find the source of the sound. The recording continued, drowning out my thoughts as I peered into the dark corners of the deck. `` I never thought those smugglers would have been carrying something like this on board. We only picked up their ship because of the priceless loot we might have been able to rip off, but... No... what a mistake.'' The growling was strong now, and I heard dull thuds on the floor around me. Suddenly I realized that it was coming from both the recording of the Captain's Log and around me, and the Captain and I breathed our final words together as the recording came to an end. 
 
 `` They're here.''
