[b][u]The Beginning...[/u][/b] [b][i]Helsing-Northeastern Hemisphere, Outpost Naraxis[/i][/b] On a planet far outside the Milky Way galaxy, a long time into the future, our story seems to start again....with a planet, an outpost and the need to explore.... Patrol duty. It sucked. Boring and a waste of time, Thomas had been assigned it for the next month. He would much rather be training with his buddies, but no, be had to go and be an idiot and start that food fight. Pure stupidity. His father would've beat his ass for doing anything stupid like this. At least then it'd take less time. Standing out in the hot, humid weather of Helsing's Northeastern hemisphere, in full body armor. He had customized it with its color, armor plating and helmet design when he was assigned this base. Damn big wigs want more planets and space to build factories and shit. This was a nice planet though, rather beautifully formed jungles and landforms worked together to make a wondrous view from his looking post. He had his rifle in his hands, heavy and powerful, pistol at his side, knife across his chest and ammunition magazines hanging from the armor around them. At least he had music to help kill time. It was old music....really old. Earth music his grandfather loved. It was pretty decent...some band called Led Zeppelin.... Technically impossible as lead is an extremely thick substance and can't, in way, be used to create a zeppelin. [i]There's a sign on the wall...[/i] Movement, off to the right. Probably just the wildlife. [i]But she wants to be sure...[/i] The movement stops, as if it knows it's been spotted. He aims, his helmet doing a thermal scan of the area he aimed at. [i]Cause you know sometimes words have two meanings...[/i] Out of the corner of his eye, he sees a flash of black, seemingly hoping over the wall. He turned quickly, aiming at where it would be. [i]And she's buying the stairway to heaven...[/i] The part of the song he liked most was coming up. The speed of the song picked up, the [i]tempo[/i] as people called it. The soft, stringy instrument got louder and distorted. He saw it. A creature he'd never seen before. On two legs, somewhat humanoid. All black with an elongated, smooth skull, no eyes, sharp teeth and a pointy tail...like a scorpion. Thomas fired, alerting the whole base that they were under attack by these....things. [i]And as we wind on down the road...[/i] He gets hit from the side, just being able to kill the first creature before he falls. His rifle begins to slip away but comes right back, thanks to his rifle sling. He hits the ground with a loud thud, the fifteen foot fall wasn't an easy one to take, even with armor. His helmet was ripped off his head, as he began to turn to what tackled him. Another one of those creatures. Slobber and slime dripped from its mouth, it's long tong whipping around with a sinister feeling. [i]Our shadows taller than our souls...[/i] He pulled his knife, letting out a battlecry and stabbing the creature in the skull. It's blood dripped and fell on him. Bone and brain matter as well. [i]There walks a lady we all know...[/i] He grabbed his helmet from the creatures hand and put it back on, looking around as the HUD looked over the situation. [i]Who shines bright lights and wants to show...[/i] It didn't look good, bodies were everywhere. Men and women he trained with, became friends with, were in pieces around the training yard. [i]How everything still turns to gold... And if you listen very hard, the truth will come to you at last![/i] He began to fire at what he could, killing a few before having to reload. He ran for cover and got on comms with command. [i]To be a rock...[/i] "Command, this is Staff Sergeant Thomas Weiss. The training yard is under attack by unknown hostiles, do you copy?" No answer, but a howl of pain and agony from the main building of the base. [i]And not to roll...[/i] "Shit..." He tried distress signals, allowing anyone to hear. He needed help, and was likely one of the only survivors on the base. "This is Staff Sergeant Thomas Weiss of Outpost Naraxis! I need help! My team and friends are dead and I'm alone here!" He sent coordinates with the distress signal, hoping for the best. [i]And she's buying a stairway to heaven...[/i] The song ends. [spoiler]Open, if your character is on the base, help out, just be wary of a violent and stealthy enemy. If not, start from the outside and push inside, liberating and helping any survivors you can. Work together. If you try to run this alone, these.....creatures will rip you to shreds. If you work together, you'll get through....[/spoiler]