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They were in their vehicles. The officers were on patrol again. They were waiting for an attack that night. Everything was so suspiciously quiet.
Jonas was wandering around looking for suspicious movements in the ground. His monitors sent no signs at the time, but he could smell it in the air. The attack was imminent. The other officers had spread around the territory. Moving in circles and waiting for the hit.
He was alone. His radio was on hold to call for back-up anytime. His weapons by his side, armed and ready to shoot. He was a bit nervous. It was the first time they had left him alone. Up until now he would always go on patrol with his partner, but after that last injury of him, Jonas was on his own.
He tried to think of all the stories Marcus told him. Of how the colonization of the planet took place 150 years ago. How many people came here and worked for years on end before the second round of visitors arrived. How Marcus' great-grandad was among the first engineers that built the colony's facilities. And how many of those pioneers were lost in the brutal attacks by the planet's native dwellers.
Huge, dirty wart-like creatures that crawled underground and only made it to the surface to prey on any unprotected being. Nobody knew about their existence. The tests and studies had shown that the only ones living on this planet were the harmless bacteria in the frozen lakes and and the methane-eaters, small alien animals that looked like an armadillo. Any vibrations caught by sensors were attributed to the volcanic activity of the planet, so it was believed to be a safe place for colonization.
And the transition took place, work was in progress and then... Boom! The first attack happened! A violent quake started shaking everything and giant warts popped up from the ground! Those unlucky ones to be outside building soon found themselves in pairs of terrifying jaws and painful death in a stomach filled with extraterrestrial acids was inevitable. Alarms went off. Guards came to fight the predators off, but ten lives had already been lost. After that, the colonists pulled back, studied the new enemy and tried to find a weapon to deal with them. But during their first few decades several casualties were counted.
Years of studying and experimenting led them to the only and most effective way to keep those creatures off: lasers. Bullets would only pierce them, but the wounds would heal sooner or later. Fire was too dangerous, as the flammable gases in the atmosphere would easily blow. So, they were pretty much left with no other choice.
The next attacks smelled more like burning alien flesh and less like human blood. And over the next decades the new residents had learnt how to live with the old ones. Attacks never stopped, but they became rarer and greater, as the hungry beasts would wreak havoc to satisfy their long awaiting hunger.
And that's what they were waiting for tonight. A big hit. Jonas held his daughter's photo that had been saving in the little drawer box. He looked at it and then looked at his cup holder. Ripples were forming in his bottle of water. He could feel light tremors under his seat. They were coming to the Dead Zone, the place they had never hit before!
- Dead Zone under imminent atack. I repeat: Dead Zone under imminent atack. Send back-up forces immediately.
He started the engine and waited for the first one to show up. Flying mode was ready for activation. The tremors were getting stronger, his monitors showed signs of intense underground activity and the radar was giving at least seven sources of movement.
Seven?! And they were coming closer to him. He did not stand a chance alone. Why did they leave him alone? Why was he so stubborn and insisted on getting to the Dead Zone on his own? The creatures were getting smart, they had to hit this area at least once. And that once was tonight.
His vehicle rocked and an enormous brown lump sprouted from the ground. Man! They are fast other than huge! He turned to flying mode but the vehicle needed a few seconds before take off.
Seconds?! He didn't have them. They were going to crash him and devour him long before the vehicle would manage to get off the ground. Fuck! It didn't lift off! He was not flying anywhere!
- Call for back-up! Call for back-up! Dead Zone, Code Red! I repeat: Dead Zone, Code Red!
He drove away to make them hunt him down. The area was mostly deserted but it led to one of the biggest settlements of the colony. Rocky hills were on either side of the road so the possible choices were limited. Lead them to the settlement or distract them to the abandoned nuclear factory at the edge of the cliff where this road ended? Both ideas seemed really, really bad.
And when you have two bad solutions you usually pick the less worse, right? Unless of course you come up with something else... quickly!
The creatures were now a whole gang. Dust in the air was blocking his view. He was driving almost blind and the ground had not stopped shaking. How long would it take his people to get there? He didn't know. He was not going to die though!
He had a plan. He started driving at top speed towards the nuclear factory and half way to it he started spinning in circles. The beasts were around him, confused and staring in surprise. More dust was now in the air blocking their sight. But not his!
He put his thermal glasses on. Got his laser guns. The vehicle was now on auto-pilot set to not stop spinning around like a big whirlgig. He got out through the emergency exit at the top.
Trying not to lose his balance, as the vehicle was spinning very fast, he pointed his powerful weapons towards the hidious monsters and started firing at will! Bright light ripped the dust clouds and gave off even brighter red light as it met with the monsters' flesh. Their squeeking echoed like heaven's melody in his ears. One after the other the creatures were falling on the ground, severely wounded or dead. For three minutes he had become a spinning funfair ballerina of death. And for three minutes he was diminishing his enemies and saving his colony from disaster.
The back-up forces came to find him on the ground, finishing off any creature that happened to still be alive after the massacre. He was a hero.
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