Roaches In The Attic 1 - First Contact
The natural inclination of Man is to war with other Men. This, then, is our destiny, to grasp the stars, and to bring our weapons of destruction with us. But what really is Man, and more importantly, why is Man? The great voyage begins here, as Man encounters other Men, equally clever and as warlike as He is, and war will be waged for the conquest of the entire universe. More
The natural inclination of Man is to war with other Men. This, then, is our destiny, to grasp the stars, and to bring our weapons of destruction with us. But what really is Man, and more importantly, why is Man? The great voyage begins here, as Man encounters other Men, equally clever and as warlike as He is, and war will be waged for the conquest of the entire universe.
Date: Tuesday, January 20, 2060
Location: MDRS Paradise, Gliese 667 Star System
Like a plague they descended, dropping into the midst of the unprepared and frightened soldiers as dozens of bouncing, pummeling cannonballs. Rifle reports echo across the field of battle as skittish fingers pump on tense triggers, and as I stare in horror, the rounds hit the alien creatures’ hard black shells and deflect the bullets in all directions, including back among the troops. Howls of pain erupt from the mouths of mortally wounded men, only slightly eclipsed by the orders from their commanding officers.
Through it all, the balled-up giant insects roll toward where the concentration of soldiers is at its thickest. Then, displaying an uncanny and unnerving sense of synchronicity, the tumbling balls halt all at once and begin to unfurl. A maniacal and sharp clicking commences; a hellish symphony of grating and disconcerting snaps that causes involuntary winces from the Marines, and which even fuels an instinct of panic into some of them. The clamor, of course, serves to briefly stun the troops, as half a dozen jet-black limbs telescope from the rising and monstrous bodies. The aliens’ two thick and thorny legs lift them to nearly an equal height as the men, and their two pairs of arms simultaneously uncurl and clasp together, as if the creatures were uttering some dark prayer to their unholy god. For a split second, it seems as if nothing is happening, until the first shockwaves hit.
Death comes quickly to the innermost circle of gawking and gasping spectators, as invisible beams of intense heat immediately incinerate or explode their bodies. The after-effects of the assaults consume a second row of the tightly grouped soldiers, bursting their hair and clothes into flames, and even melting parts of their weapons while still in their grips. A high percentage of these Marines, whether through death or injury or panic, or even simple confusion, are rendered immediately ineffective.
(Partial notes recovered after the Battle of Paradise, Space Corps Outpost 667-PAR1, also know as CP-2, or Command Post Two. Although the author is presumed to be a non-combatant, his or her identity is unknown. Tuesday, January 20 of the year 2060 is the date of First Contact.)