- Midnight on the planet of Scian was rarely something that people considered to be midnight - no cold whispers on the pale winds, no faint songs of the wilderness, and no howls of white-mooned silver wolves on the plateaus. It was bright, a lit and horrifyingly hot. Bright with hellfire, a lit with hellfire, and horrifyingly hot with hellfire. Soldiers rushed down the pathways of the small villages on the edge of the thick wilds to embrace formation as the pounding of thick and heavy treads upon the hard and frozen ground kicked up razor sharp shreds of cracked icy mud. The air was thick with the warm ghostly breaths of the soldiers as they brandished their rifles in formation, a few taking point as they only skittered with the lowliest of noise through the forest. Another group from the north seemingly came down from the hills, slowly approaching the tiny village as the dance of flames were still vividly embracing the night veil.
One of them, a short haired and blue eyed young man, no older than twenty rushed up ahead by the order of his officer, his rifle carried strong and well as its butt was perched neatly by his shoulder. He pressed a small glassy and glossy button on his shirt, a tiny, almost inaudible beep emanating before it popped out and onto the cold ground. Small pieces of dirt littered around its drop, before it broke apart into a tiny spider-like creature, droning faithfully as its single blue eye stared back at him. He nodded, and it turned around and skittered into the flames. "Hooking up ETR network." He whispered, pressing his temple carefully before a small blue insignia appeared on the surface of his eyelids, the veins on his cheeks and his eyebrows leading towards his eyes becoming slightly more pronounced. "Sending transmission. Enabling G6 Wi-Fi network. Port to location." He whispered, his fingers pressing an invisible in front of him, his rifle still by his head.
A small gulp was heard before he pressed his temple again, this time the blue insignia turning into a flash of red and orange mixtures, headed by a thick and eerie grayish scene. "Target seems to be using a smokescreen, possibly Avalon-make." The young soldier suggested, almost seeming as if he was talking to himself.
"Roger. We will order movement immediately to hold position. Medics will be on standby to scour for survivors if necessary, but current situation is hold until suits are on their way. ETA is 35 to 40 minutes. Please hold reconnaissance drone until then." A voice from within his mind answered - it was gruff and slightly old, but still carried a pouncing youthfulness that suggested the man was merely groggy, tired or had a bad throat.
"Should I get a sample?" The young soldier asked, his fingers tapping the ground slightly to keep track, his wrist occasionally pulled out from his sleeves to reveal the time ticking away under his skin. The small village was dense with a soft grayish fog, lingering about without care of the sway of the wind or the fire that blazed around it. An immovable cloud, it hung about the ground and carried not even shadows in its midst, engulfing a large section of the tiny hamlet as it crept up from the western creeks. "It can't be something natural." He whispered, looking at the sight of the recon drone through his eyes. "I'm moving into the fog for a closer look."
"Readings are fine. Just get a reading." His officer answered back on his integrated communicator. "Don't do anything rash, and put it into stealth mode." He ordered, as the soldier nodded to himself in the darkness.
A small clicking noise was heard on the drone, its sights his sights as it relayed its images towards him, slowly and every more daringly moving into the fog, the long gray fingers soon stretching into its form as it began to creep further and further into the mist. Sweat was pouring down the young soldier's forehead, his breathing becoming stronger and stronger as he began to take deeper and deeper breaths. Long columns of smoke were nothing more than gray, and here, within this faint and solemn area of emptiness, there was no darkness. It was a hauntingly beautiful but colorless world, as the hamlet was wrapped in a monotone blanket.
It was a desaturated world, and even there eerie whirs and growls were audible, but the drone's movements were moved about carefully, seeing noting. Just the buildings, untouched by hellfire, untouched by the bombs that seemed to whistle in the backgrounds. Here, there were no heavy shadows and everything was just a mess of distorted light from a moon-less night. There was a star in the sky, but it was ebony black and small forks of crackling energy seemed to emanate from its hearth. The young soldier breathed even deeper as he watched all this. Oh Messiah, dear Messiah. This is...unreal. He thought, his chest rising and falling as even his palms were so sweaty that he dared not to hold his rifle with them in such a state.
The world within the world was dotted with black stars, and each were like the veins that adorned his face. Throbbing, crackling, and pulsating amidst a black cobweb in the sky.
"Newcastle, are you there?" One of the voices again rung into his ear, his communicator flashing into a great light. "Newcastle?"
He fumbled back into reality. "Speaking, sir. I'm getting the feed from the drone. Are you?"
"I...I am." The officer answered back, a draining essence seeming to permeate his words. "I can't believe something like this is happening. Are the readers on?"
"They're on, but there's nothing reading them. I-I don't know what it is, but it's not something at least we have on this planet."
"Is it alien?"
"I don't know, sir. I don't know what this is. This technology must be incredibly advance to distort a contained spatial field to this extent." He kept the recon drone pushing forwards, following a small black mass that he was seeing in the distance, the eyesight zooming into a large bulbous flesh sack, dragged painfully on the cobblestone grounds with two powerful human legs. But it wasn't human, and it's upper face seemed to be dotted with black eyes like those of a spider. Upon its back were hundreds of more eyes, each twisting and turning as they stared curiously at the drone, seeing it from such a distance. It's skin was smooth at the top, with scars and massive pimple-like shapes adorning its arching backside, it's eyes dripping with pus and blood as each movement popped and squeezed out more and more pus.
As the pus dropped onto the ground, it slowly distorted out a thick grease before a tiny curled up spider-ling was visible. These little things, only the size of the thumbnail, skittered onto the drone as they pounced onto its camera, the image relayed to the young soldier's eyes. It was all he could see, his heart beating faster and faster as the large creature lumbered forwards, it's noise only a small guttural growl, barely audible even by the highly sensitive drone. The spiderlings had no fangs - their abdomens were lined with small mouths, each laced with razor sharp teeth as it tried to chew away at the drone's shielding. Oh dear Messiah. He whispered, his breathing rising and falling and writhing in an unbelievable tone. He couldn't fathom it at all.
The cobblestones were splashed with its blood, mixed and diluted with a mess of yellowish pus and what seemed to be highly thick and sticky fluid. "Semen?" He whispered, hearing noise from his officers, but he couldn't focus in on their words. He was fixated on the sheer locking fright of such a beastly thing, A long black mass in front of the large bulbous sack revealed a hanging and barbed slab of flesh, confirming his fears. "No way." He shook his head. "No, no. No way." He spoke, his fingers running through his short hair, feeling already the sweat accumulate into his hair as he gripped his rifle. He couldn't get a good look at its front, but a hanging and dangling lower jaw lined with razor-sharp teeth was something he did see, and the whithered gums were only too well splashed with red saliva.
It popped and crawled and splashed with its own blood and semen and pus, lurching ever more quickly as it walked quicker and quicker, its back raised as the soldier his rifle slightly, the transmission from his drone still feeding into his eyesight. It stopped, then bent down, almost to pounce at a small rocky outcrop on the ground, and to his horror, to his surprise, with him behind it.
He raised his fingers to press his temple, but it lunged its teeth into his shoulder, locking him in place as he felt his muscles twist and convulse violently at the burgundy venom pressed into his bloodstream, a burning and witheringly painful sensation seeming to tear his muscles apart as his head was cold, then hot. It burned and then seemed to freeze with intense frostbite, then burned again. He groaned, opening to scream before it inserted its penis into his mouth, tearing his cheeks wide open as he finally screamed, the blood spraying out as he tried to fight it off. His adam apple's moved as he gagged at the foul stench and taste, almost vomiting as it raised its weapon erect again, jamming it into the small depression above his collarbone, stabbing his windpipe with its erection before it injected a sea of semen into his throat.
"O...augh...Mess - " He gagged before it gave off a guttural growl again, biting into his stomach before it smashed him against the rock, stabbing into his eye as it rushed into and out, spraying more and more into his optical cavity as he tried in vain to fight it off, and only small sprays of gunfire littered the noiseless air. Three holes - one in his windpipe, one in his mouth, one in his eyes, each filled to the brim with stinging, burning and spider-filled semen, each scattering as his flesh was dragging hot and pus-covered upon a greasy cobblestone road. His head had a large hole from the front to the back, almost as if he was shot with a massive gun, and his blood was coming out in a pinkish hue, his stomach bursting tiny crawling insects.
Cheeks wide open, his sinews and small flaps of flesh were hanging upon his skinless face, his hands turning a pale white-colour before a small gurgling noise was heard. It moved on, this thing, leaving him behind as it searched for a better pray, still erect and hungry as his blood was dripping from its rotten fangs.
Large holes the size of stab wounds were on his shoulders, and the neural interface was torn asunder in a dazzle of fiber wires and silicon plates beneath his skin.
His corpse laid there for only a second, however, as it slowly began to distort in on itself. His feet's ankles first stretched outwards, shooting out of his heels as it came back into the bottom of his feet. His stomach curled in on itself, twisting into an all-consuming mouthlike entity, caving his entire body into a fetal position, and his hole ridden upper body began to shrink itself into a small blood mass of scattered flesh, muscle and blood into a dripping ball. His legs were torn apart at the knees, as white shapes were jutting out of his skin, only barely past the uniform. The drone was deactivated, and he turned into a literal fleshball, before the creeping fog wrapped him into a blanket of gray shades, turning to columns as it whithered into a black dot into the sky among countless others.
All of it was under a white canopy.
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