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Invasion
By: Chris Rodney
AKA Arionor
When Thurn heard the first blaster shot, he knew that his paperwork would
have to wait yet again. He was the administrator of Colony 31678-H on the
fourth planet from Durna 512. Ever since the colony had been established
four months ago, he had been spending most of his time trying to survive
attacks from the alien beasts that inhabited the planet. Thurn could easily
picture the aliens, with their evil looking black scales and long, deadly
tails. He thought of the muscular legs that propelled them toward their
enemies with alarming force, to make the kill. They had been there, threatening
the humans since the third day the planet had been colonized. That initial
attack had left thirty-one dead, and the humans learned not to underestimate
them.
Thurn was an average human, with light brown hair and eyes, and light, cream-colored skin. He kept himself clean-shaven, and was very intelligent. He had known from that first attack, months ago that these evil creatures would not be an easy problem to solve. He had been right, but at last, the humans were discovering their weaknesses, and were learning how to deal with them.
Thurn stood and groaned. He pulled his hand blaster out of its holster and ran down the hall in the direction of the laser shots. It didn't take long for him to find what he was looking for. As he turned a corner, he ran into three other colonists who were retreating from a furious onslaught of scaly, black limbs and vicious teeth.
Thurn raised his arm and fired three shots in rapid succession. He was rewarded with a painful shriek as one of the evil beasts crumpled to the floor. Thurn stopped suddenly as he realized one of the three approaching colonists was his wife. He ran toward her as fast as he could, firing numerous shots in the direction of the aliens. One of the beasts shot forward and ripped it's claws through the closest human, who was, unfortunately, Thurn's wife. Then inexplicably, it turned back and knelt beside the fallen creature.
Thurn's wife was barely alive when he reached her. Thick, red blood stained her beautiful pale face and long blond hair. He cradled her there and kept his blaster focused on the aliens. He would have rattled off more shots right there, but his power cell meter was reading LOW, and he could not afford to be unarmed if they attacked again. As he held his wife's crumpled body, he began retreating to the nearest Medlab. The evil beast who had ripped her frail body eyed him coolly. Thurn yelled at it in defiance, "Get out of my colony!"
"These evil demons can conjure fire from their hands. They are dangerous and you WILL NOT take part in this mission!" That's what Grolja had told his wife. She hadn't listened to him, of course, and now they ran together chasing three of the evil demons down the corridor. Suddenly, a fourth demon rounded the corner and released the evil fire from its hands.
His wife was struck three times and each time, Grolja was crushed anew. After the third burn, he realized his wife was dead. But the demons would pay. With anger renewing his strength, he shot down the hall as the fourth demon released the cursed fire to fall upon his brothers. Grolja ripped into the nearest demon but was forced to back off when the one that still had the fire to command came forward. He retreated to the corpse of his wife and wailed in anguish. Then he glared at the demon, projecting every ounce of hatred he could muster, into his gaze. The fourth demon reached the one that Grolja had ripped into and picked it up. Then it slowly backed down the hall. The demon shrieked, an evil sound in Grolja's ears. Picking up his wife, he yelled back, "Get off of my planet!"
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