by Knight Errant » Thu May 06, 2010 4:53 pm
"She is right up here." Says Hawkins. "We are closing in. Right around this corner." They turn the corner... and are greeted with the sight of Razor! In the arms of the blue woman. The alien lowers her... into an open pod! The tendrils wrap around her, burrowing into her skin, and then the whole pod closes over the pilot. The alien turns, seemingly satisfied with a job well done... then freezes as she sees them.
Meanwhile, the main monitor in Central Ops flickers to life, displaying the room they are in now... only it is packed with frightened colonists. They look haggard, and most of them carry some kind of weapon. Many sit on the floor, and a few stare blankly... seemingly shellshocked. They all look up suddenly as a pounding is heard off screen. "They are at the barricade..." Someone says, just in audio range. A strong, rugged looking man who they might recognize as retired Commander James Armstrong, govenor of the colony, speaks up. "We all know what to do. Get in positions... they arent immortal. Coming from the staircase will just make them a shooting gallery."
They all scramble to follow his orders, as minutes pass... with nothing but the steady pounding on the barricade. Armstrong frowns. "Any contact?" Someone offscreen replies. "No, sir! The barricade is holding!" Armstrong frowns deeper, shaking his head. "Something is wrong... I have seen one of these things punch through a reinforced door... why is this..." His eyes get bigger. "A diversion! Spread out, search the-"
His words are cut off as suddenly the view is blurred... by a lithe blue figure breaking through the ceiling. It isnt alone, and soon the room is full of blue skinned women and frantic firing colonists. It dosent seem to be going well for the colonists, the surprise attack sweeping through the defenders before they have time to regroup. But before the battle ends, a stray bullet from a wildly firing colonist hits the camera and the feed goes dead.
Bright nearly bights through his cigar. He goes to his radio again. "Hawkins... Lieutenant! Answer god damnit!"
Blade looks around nervously. "Sarge... we should really get out of here, man... we are way over our heads..."
O Muse!
Sing in me, and through me tell the story
Of that man skilled in all the ways of contending,
A wanderer, harried for years on end...
Click the eggs... feed the dragons.