Cetanu Clan
11-02-2006, 19:42
The air was cool and breezy. In the distance, loud clanks could be heard. In the immediate vicinity though, the group of men sat around the open flame. They all laughed, and drank and ate, their assault rifles leaning onto their fold-out chairs besides them. Around them the temperate forest with its conifers swayed gently in the wind, often giving out a loud brustling when a small gust swept through the forest. Then loud clanks stopped.
All the men looked northwards, where the mining was being done. They all stared for a few moments, two of the five men were about to jump out of their seat, but then clanking continued. All the men settled down, and one men picked up a radio and called in for a status report.
"Everything's all clear up here, just a false alarm." Was the reply the patrol leader got.
The man put down the radio and went about his drinking, swigging down a gulp of straight vodka covered in a brown paper bag. All the other men followed suit.
Only a few more moments passed before a shrill scream came from the north, and again the clanking stopped. This time all the men jumped to their feet and grabbed their rifles. The patrol leader fumbled for the radio and finally picked it up.
"What the hell is going on up there?" He got static in return, then repeated. "Hello? Answer me! Hello? Hello?" Nothing in return.
Another brustle of wind, but this time followed by a snap of a tree limb. All the men turned around to face the noise, a couple of the men with weapons raised. "Morons, its the wind. Come on, we need to get to that station."
As the leader started to jog away, the rest of the men scanned the tree tops. They all got the feeling they were being watched, but slowly started to follow the leader, then ran into a brisk jog after him.
It took them a total of 15 minutes to get to the mining station. The whole time, every man in the patrol team getting the feeling of being watched. More tree limbs snapping and breaking, and very subtle clicking noises to be heard.
They all ran into the base camp, and started to search the area. There was no one to be found. All of the men started to shout and call for any of the miners or security detail that was left. They all recieved no reply.
The patrol leader was about to venture into the cave that the mining was centralized around, but was jumped by a yell of horror. He turned on his heels and ran right towards the the yell, and so did the rest of his team. They all happened upon one of the team members staring into a certain portion of the tree tops. The rest of them looked up reluctantly, with fear etched into their faces.
Bodies, atleast twenty of them, hanging from the tree tops, dripping blood. Several of them had their heads missing, and blood flowed freely from the neck, though most of it now had drained. All the bodies had one thing in common though, they were all naked and skinned.
The Squad leader took a step back, fumbled for his radio, and dropping hit. He bent down to get it, then saw a fully clothed body drop like a sack of potatoes on the radio. He lept back and crawled on his hands and butt away from the body. It was headless, and the jacket resembled one of his patrol team.
He looked around breifly before his ears exploded into pain. The rest of the team started to open up around them, tearing into the tree limbs and the sheet metal buildings of the mining station. Quickly he scrambled onto his hands and knees and started to crawl away from the action. As he scrambled he heard more screams of his team being picked apart by the mysterious force.
Three weapons were firing, a scream, then two weapons, a gurgle, then one weapon, finally a dull thud as the last body hit the ground. He crawled under one of the temporary buildings and covered his head, and cried. He cried for what seemed like eternity to him, but was only a few minutes. He looked out from under the building at where his team used to be: all the bodies were gone.
He blinked in disbelief. Only a few moments ago had his men been cut down, but now they were gone.
Slowly, he picked his head out the bottom of the building and looked around. What he did not notice was the three dots assembled into a triangle upon his forhead. He heard an eletrical thud, a blue flash, then nothing.
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In obrit around the planet, a large invisible object started to move away from the world. It could only be seen as he passed over the world, the world behind it shimmering and bending, the cloaking generator of the ship bending and spinning light around it.
All the men looked northwards, where the mining was being done. They all stared for a few moments, two of the five men were about to jump out of their seat, but then clanking continued. All the men settled down, and one men picked up a radio and called in for a status report.
"Everything's all clear up here, just a false alarm." Was the reply the patrol leader got.
The man put down the radio and went about his drinking, swigging down a gulp of straight vodka covered in a brown paper bag. All the other men followed suit.
Only a few more moments passed before a shrill scream came from the north, and again the clanking stopped. This time all the men jumped to their feet and grabbed their rifles. The patrol leader fumbled for the radio and finally picked it up.
"What the hell is going on up there?" He got static in return, then repeated. "Hello? Answer me! Hello? Hello?" Nothing in return.
Another brustle of wind, but this time followed by a snap of a tree limb. All the men turned around to face the noise, a couple of the men with weapons raised. "Morons, its the wind. Come on, we need to get to that station."
As the leader started to jog away, the rest of the men scanned the tree tops. They all got the feeling they were being watched, but slowly started to follow the leader, then ran into a brisk jog after him.
It took them a total of 15 minutes to get to the mining station. The whole time, every man in the patrol team getting the feeling of being watched. More tree limbs snapping and breaking, and very subtle clicking noises to be heard.
They all ran into the base camp, and started to search the area. There was no one to be found. All of the men started to shout and call for any of the miners or security detail that was left. They all recieved no reply.
The patrol leader was about to venture into the cave that the mining was centralized around, but was jumped by a yell of horror. He turned on his heels and ran right towards the the yell, and so did the rest of his team. They all happened upon one of the team members staring into a certain portion of the tree tops. The rest of them looked up reluctantly, with fear etched into their faces.
Bodies, atleast twenty of them, hanging from the tree tops, dripping blood. Several of them had their heads missing, and blood flowed freely from the neck, though most of it now had drained. All the bodies had one thing in common though, they were all naked and skinned.
The Squad leader took a step back, fumbled for his radio, and dropping hit. He bent down to get it, then saw a fully clothed body drop like a sack of potatoes on the radio. He lept back and crawled on his hands and butt away from the body. It was headless, and the jacket resembled one of his patrol team.
He looked around breifly before his ears exploded into pain. The rest of the team started to open up around them, tearing into the tree limbs and the sheet metal buildings of the mining station. Quickly he scrambled onto his hands and knees and started to crawl away from the action. As he scrambled he heard more screams of his team being picked apart by the mysterious force.
Three weapons were firing, a scream, then two weapons, a gurgle, then one weapon, finally a dull thud as the last body hit the ground. He crawled under one of the temporary buildings and covered his head, and cried. He cried for what seemed like eternity to him, but was only a few minutes. He looked out from under the building at where his team used to be: all the bodies were gone.
He blinked in disbelief. Only a few moments ago had his men been cut down, but now they were gone.
Slowly, he picked his head out the bottom of the building and looked around. What he did not notice was the three dots assembled into a triangle upon his forhead. He heard an eletrical thud, a blue flash, then nothing.
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In obrit around the planet, a large invisible object started to move away from the world. It could only be seen as he passed over the world, the world behind it shimmering and bending, the cloaking generator of the ship bending and spinning light around it.