A Lokians short story by Aaron Dennis
Published on Smashwords February 2013
New Edition released February 2015
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“Watch your six,” O’Hara yelled.
The former spec ops team, now simply called Phoenix Crew, had infiltrated a Lokian breeding facility. The steel walls glinted from undulating, green lighting and too many bursts of red lasers from Bureau rifles.
Several, lanky Lokians—bipedal monsters with a ten-foot claw span—barreled down the steel corridor. O’Hara’s crew fired repeatedly, knocking bits of armor plating from the alien beasts.
Swain held firm, feeding one Lokian some angry, red beams. His revolving, heavy-laser hummed while pumping the alien full of holes. With a mighty death screech, the insectoid alien fell flat at Swain’s feet.
“DeReaux,” Swain called.