Fan Fic: Contamination

[Sagasu]

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"What, in the name of Coral, am I looking at here?"

"Sir, we honestly can say little other than its a large moving mass, heading towards us, with faint signs of life coming from inside." The underling replied in typical fashion, trying to muster some respect for the authorities when they really wanted to slap them for their brash words and terminal illiteracy. Their captain leaned forward, studying what he did not understand with an obvious un-interest.

"Can we destroy it? Or avoid it?" Again, the man that was substituting for their captain at the moment caused the others to just sigh, and shake their heads.

"Our colonization ship does not pack fire power, besides the militia, but they are basically infantry, not what we would use to destroy this thing. It has been following us for quite some time now, and do you honestly think we're piloting this ship? The Pioneer 2 is crewed by computers, not us, besides establishing orbit and landfall, there is little we can do besides sit and watch."

"Fine then.." The man who had purchased his rank yawned, and leaned back, still unconcerned about the two earlier recent events and this now much more potential danger.

"What happens when this thing hits us, and do we have any idea of its target?" He said, now starting to grasp that it was futile.

"Its traveling en route to the second orb, yet this thing is much larger, and will not be able to puncture through our hull like the others did."

"All right, be prepared to get a maintenance team out to where it lands asap. We don't know what it is, so just in case things turn out like the second orb, we should begin an evacuation of the hunter academy. Send them home, though don't blare sirens through the entire colony."

"Understood.. your majesty sir." Muttered the man who had to endure the second-in-command's ignorance to the situation. Outside in the chill of space, a folded, disk like structure twirled towards its target, no intention but malice upon those inside.

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Spinning in a glowing circle the smooth, flawlessly black metallic figure seemed like a wicked specter as white hot lines drilled into the softer metal of the Pioneer 2. If it could be compared to anything, the object when put next to a large spider, several qualities are seen as alike one another. Eight legs with deadly spikes protruding from underneath each of their three joints, all focusing around a central hub, which resembled a large disk with a looping blade that traveled from crest down to the opposite side, where it ended in an invisible point. From the legs came the drilling mechanisms, which in a short period of time, would breach the colonization ship's hull and make its way inside. A small craft observed these details, and quickly reported them in to the anxious bodies within the ship. But this act did not go unnoticed.

Leaping from its prone position, the offender cleared the distance between it and the maintenance team and quickly grappled onto it with unerring accuracy. Each of the jagged eight legs were driven ruthlessly into the heart of the vessel, skewering those inside and rendering the machine useless. Another orb, stuck in the 'back' of the circular hub of the invader pulsed with light, sending out another signal, which acted as the sign for the guillotine to be dropped. Swiftly and silently, the killing ended and the work resumed.

Many miles away, another monolith floated lazily in space. When this signal reaches the huge, rotating orb, the larger object to which it is attatched to, a simply gargantuan sphere, will begin to ripple. More machines of shining black metal shall press themselves against the substance that coated the surface, eventually, like a bubble, they will be allowed to clamber out with a thin film of their own, which prevented the milky white orb from being harmed in this process, this layer almost immediately dissipates once into open space. Soon a cloud of such monstrosities is formed, they crawl over one another, attempting to be the first one to propel themselves towards the hunt. Once in motion, they furl their legs around the bottom of the blade that extends below them, and wait emotionlessly for their destination to be reached. One after another, again and again, they come. They seek, they crave, they hunger.