The soldiers scanned the barren wasteland for movement. Nothing living could be discerned from the pockmarked ground, only the sound of the wind gently blowing through the alien flora. As they walked through the foreign landscape their intelligence officer on the ship above came over the radio, “We are picking up movement to your 3’o clock!”. The soldiers snap to attention looking towards to direction the IO warned them of, still not seeing anything move. Suddenly the ground starts to tremble and they begin to see something moving through the brush. It finally gets close enough for them to identify it as one of the large and aggressive creatures they’d been warned of on this planet. It’s barrels directly towards them as they take aim and start firing.