Inspired by short fictions in tumblr aliens come to invade earth and effortlessly wipe out humanity, only to be fought off by the wildlife.
And of course I have to involve a place in Indonesia, enjoy.
Your young twin admirals will not take surrender as an option. It is their maiden voyage outside of the kingdom’s commonwealth galaxy. With almost no record of alien conquest and all the next-in-lines breathing down their neck, they will not stop. And this is their first habitable planet after 13456 failed coordinates, but who’s counting.
And of course I have to involve a place in Indonesia, enjoy.
Your young twin admirals will not take surrender as an option. It is their maiden voyage outside of the kingdom’s commonwealth galaxy. With almost no record of alien conquest and all the next-in-lines breathing down their neck, they will not stop. And this is their first habitable planet after 13456 failed coordinates, but who’s counting.
Everybeing in this ship is as arrogant as them. You warned them the moment you saw the blue planet to steer clear of it. A planet rich in liquid saline and ability to maintain unfrozen state was to be avoided at all cost. A fertile ecosystem like that shouldn’t be defenseless. All the heat bombs were too simple to neutralized and the barbarian fighters were so easy to eradicate. But nobody would listen to you because you’re the worthless runt who survived jumping vessel to vessel, caught in an illegal smuggler market, tried to sell an ancient technology from the same backward planet you are staring at. What did the barbarian said? Karma is a bitch?
You’re stuck to be the unit dispatcher and emergency relay. Things you heard from down there are stuff of nightmare. Warriors with armor as skin, mace grown on their head, spears jutted out of their mandibles. Speed that disobey law of mass, retractable daggers, and odoriferous mist machine, bio-engineered to make your maw spewed liquid in large numbers. Assassins that lurked under the darkness, some even invisible in mid light only to be detected by sound and by then it was too late. Boils would emerged with continues prickling and before long you’re skinning your own body. And the barbarians’ haunting laughs echoed as the few survivors were rushed into quarantine, bringing infectious blood sucking parasites with gravity defying power.
But the admirals lock every mission’s control. No overwrite, no fall back, and no question. To avoid medical hall with graveling painful scream of your mates, you drag yourself and settle in comm relay, the cell that becomes your home. Tremors crawl down to the tip of your appendages as the communication link is opened. Screeching noise jabs your ears. You tense before realizing it’s just a regular interference. Then you hear the cheep sound of a bird and your tremor subsides. The admirals have decided to move the ground base to insular region in hope of easier territorial control. Surrounded by bodies of water, your comrades will have a better chance to put a foothold in this forsaken piece of rock.
They radio you in.
“Mission control, we have landed and establish base. The terrestrial biome is arid and consist of green needle-like vegetation with several isolated woody type. There are some carcasses spotted but nothing really fresh. We are traveling behind a large mound to avoid the burning light. The border between land and water are quite broad with distinctive color that is reminded us to the barbarians’ body fluid. Please advise.”
“Copy ground-base, recording your coordinates at 8.59° S, 119.44° E.” You read the small magnetic contraption that were confiscated from the barbarians and turn to the glass behind you. After waking the prisoner inside, you hear its words spoken by barbaric tongue.
“APA?!” You couldn’t find the exact translation. It must have spoken in dialect. You almost admire it rebellious nature, if it isn’t so weak. You push a button and the room crackles with electricity.
“What?!” It growls but with less strength.
You display the coordinate of the ground base and highlight the land border. “Is it safe to transverse?”
“It’s a pink beach you imbecile humanoid.”
You sigh from the derogatory word and punish the barbarian with freezing liquid.
“AAH!”
“We do not resemble you, barbarian. So never use that word again.” You reprimand it.
“You should take that as a compliment.”
You respond to the ground base, “it is a landside. According to the medical report, it is made of crushed soft metallic substance from the water being. It is not the dilution of the barbarian’s blood.”
“Understood.” You can hear the ground troops moving in large scale.
All of a sudden, you hear cackling of the barbarian and tremor overwhelms you. “ABORT! ABORT!” You scream to the link.
“Why?” The ground troops seem to be unharmed.
So you turn to the barbarian and ready to electrocute it. But just to satisfy your curiosty, you make a mistake. “You’re having fun huh?”
“Your friend down there, sir, just walk into the lair of the mythical guardians.” It emit a shrill barbaric battle cry and before long you hear the scream of your comrades.
“WHAT IN THE… RUN!!! RUN!! We seem to encounter a…large four appendages animal and our weapons only make it angrier. It…Run! We…it is hunting us…In numbers.” You hear ragged breathing from the link. “It…they disappear. LOOK AROUND! THEY’RE HERE, I KNOW THEY’RE HERE!” You feel the tremor comes back in a debilitating wave. You can’t respond, your voice constricts in terror. “Bleeding, everyone is bleeding. It wouldn’t stop. HURRY STOP IT! THEY’LL FIND US!”
The barbarian roars in disgusting noise, it seems to be celebrating. Your shaking appendage try to ram the glass to silence it, but the barbarian smells your horror. “Ye shall be sufficient sacrifice for our komodo dragons.” It hisses.
DRAGON? You never feel cold as freezing as this. “Lies!” Your fear mix with anger. You blast the barbarian with typhoon. It flies and lands with satisfying crack, but it turns to you and leers. “Dragons are just a legend! I read your literature!”
The barbarian heaves a chuckle, “and what do you think legend are inspired by?”
“RETREAT!” You scream to the link.
But nobody can hear you as they cry in pain, “serrated! Serrated blades! It snout full of serrated blades! It skin us alive. PULL IT AWAY! NOOO! DON’T LET GO! HELP MISSION CONTROL! HELP!”
You scramble to send backups but before anyone can respond, you hear the high pitch screech piercing through your ear.
You’re stuck to be the unit dispatcher and emergency relay. Things you heard from down there are stuff of nightmare. Warriors with armor as skin, mace grown on their head, spears jutted out of their mandibles. Speed that disobey law of mass, retractable daggers, and odoriferous mist machine, bio-engineered to make your maw spewed liquid in large numbers. Assassins that lurked under the darkness, some even invisible in mid light only to be detected by sound and by then it was too late. Boils would emerged with continues prickling and before long you’re skinning your own body. And the barbarians’ haunting laughs echoed as the few survivors were rushed into quarantine, bringing infectious blood sucking parasites with gravity defying power.
But the admirals lock every mission’s control. No overwrite, no fall back, and no question. To avoid medical hall with graveling painful scream of your mates, you drag yourself and settle in comm relay, the cell that becomes your home. Tremors crawl down to the tip of your appendages as the communication link is opened. Screeching noise jabs your ears. You tense before realizing it’s just a regular interference. Then you hear the cheep sound of a bird and your tremor subsides. The admirals have decided to move the ground base to insular region in hope of easier territorial control. Surrounded by bodies of water, your comrades will have a better chance to put a foothold in this forsaken piece of rock.
They radio you in.
“Mission control, we have landed and establish base. The terrestrial biome is arid and consist of green needle-like vegetation with several isolated woody type. There are some carcasses spotted but nothing really fresh. We are traveling behind a large mound to avoid the burning light. The border between land and water are quite broad with distinctive color that is reminded us to the barbarians’ body fluid. Please advise.”
“Copy ground-base, recording your coordinates at 8.59° S, 119.44° E.” You read the small magnetic contraption that were confiscated from the barbarians and turn to the glass behind you. After waking the prisoner inside, you hear its words spoken by barbaric tongue.
“APA?!” You couldn’t find the exact translation. It must have spoken in dialect. You almost admire it rebellious nature, if it isn’t so weak. You push a button and the room crackles with electricity.
“What?!” It growls but with less strength.
You display the coordinate of the ground base and highlight the land border. “Is it safe to transverse?”
“It’s a pink beach you imbecile humanoid.”
You sigh from the derogatory word and punish the barbarian with freezing liquid.
“AAH!”
“We do not resemble you, barbarian. So never use that word again.” You reprimand it.
“You should take that as a compliment.”
You respond to the ground base, “it is a landside. According to the medical report, it is made of crushed soft metallic substance from the water being. It is not the dilution of the barbarian’s blood.”
“Understood.” You can hear the ground troops moving in large scale.
All of a sudden, you hear cackling of the barbarian and tremor overwhelms you. “ABORT! ABORT!” You scream to the link.
“Why?” The ground troops seem to be unharmed.
So you turn to the barbarian and ready to electrocute it. But just to satisfy your curiosty, you make a mistake. “You’re having fun huh?”
“Your friend down there, sir, just walk into the lair of the mythical guardians.” It emit a shrill barbaric battle cry and before long you hear the scream of your comrades.
“WHAT IN THE… RUN!!! RUN!! We seem to encounter a…large four appendages animal and our weapons only make it angrier. It…Run! We…it is hunting us…In numbers.” You hear ragged breathing from the link. “It…they disappear. LOOK AROUND! THEY’RE HERE, I KNOW THEY’RE HERE!” You feel the tremor comes back in a debilitating wave. You can’t respond, your voice constricts in terror. “Bleeding, everyone is bleeding. It wouldn’t stop. HURRY STOP IT! THEY’LL FIND US!”
The barbarian roars in disgusting noise, it seems to be celebrating. Your shaking appendage try to ram the glass to silence it, but the barbarian smells your horror. “Ye shall be sufficient sacrifice for our komodo dragons.” It hisses.
DRAGON? You never feel cold as freezing as this. “Lies!” Your fear mix with anger. You blast the barbarian with typhoon. It flies and lands with satisfying crack, but it turns to you and leers. “Dragons are just a legend! I read your literature!”
The barbarian heaves a chuckle, “and what do you think legend are inspired by?”
“RETREAT!” You scream to the link.
But nobody can hear you as they cry in pain, “serrated! Serrated blades! It snout full of serrated blades! It skin us alive. PULL IT AWAY! NOOO! DON’T LET GO! HELP MISSION CONTROL! HELP!”
You scramble to send backups but before anyone can respond, you hear the high pitch screech piercing through your ear.