It watches and It waits. Peering from over a hillside pocketed within the snowfall, It observes. From the distance It can see multiple two-legged creatures in strange colors wading in and out of the fallen hubcraft. The same one It was born on, the same one that crash-landed into this planet, the same one It was launched from and now It has found once again. It shifts Its haunches side to side, curling Its lip over the rows of jagged canines, a rumble emits from deep within Its throat. Impatient. Wanting. Hungry.

It prowls from Its perch, sliding down the perimeter of the site, keeping low to the snowridden ground. A swift leap and Its now beside the entry to the craft. Its many eyes peer from body to body, meal to meal, waiting for the oppurtune chance to slip back inside. With practiced stealth of a machine It wrings into the ship, delicately avoiding any unsuspecting meat-husks.

It snakes through the halls of Its previous home and weaves into a large room adorned with technology only It would understand. The room is dark albeit six large tubes spread in a neat row before It. One is empty and cracked, like a shell of a recently hatched animal. The other five glow with a hazy green, something writhing within the bubbling liquid.

It moves to a console and runs Its appendages along the buttons until a satisfying click sounds followed by a hiss. The tubes begin to drain rapidly, all the ooze inside is sucked away leaving only the creatures locked inside. It clacks once more on the console and the tubes slide open, revealing five fellow Its'. It are now They.

They are awake. They are alive. They are hungry.

And They have a feast waiting just beyond their doors.