The pulsating throb from Dossen’s palm was a reminder that shit had officially hit the fan. His tense stiff trigger finger was giving out. Damn fucking bugs. The hell his men had to go through to keep the colony safe wasn’t worth the lifeless soil it sat on.

Burning batteries were a smell him and his squad were all too familiar indicating him to drop his clip and hurriedly grabbed a replacement off his belt. Jamming it into place he could see the Arackion charging up a crimson heat in its mouth for another sweeping deadly ray.

“TAKE COVER!”

Standing about 8 feet tall and within leaping distance,he takes off running like a gazelle escaping its predator behind the inpenatrable rock. A wicked vibration quakes through his body as sweat begins to bead along his forehead. Andre leaning next to him, wide eyed glares into his scratched up visor confirming that at least one of his squad members took heed of his warning.

An ear piercing screech bounds from above the rock. Dossen has fought enough of these damn spiders to know what that means. He gives the command, “CLEAR!”

Moving around the safety of the rock, the scope of his ray gun as his eyes. He spots it, a pile of charred black metal. His heart pounds with the quickening steps of his comrades back in the battle. The smell of fresh welding and human flesh nauseate his senses, “Jeremy.” Not another friend. Sinking into his gut, sinking and sinking, his determination disappears and rising from the abyss is now heat flowing through his veins.

The ray gun draped at his side is now an extension of his arm. The rising anger now fueling him. “DAMN YOU ALL!!!!” An illumination of blue showers the infestation.