The Alien
19 Feb 2024Krosul X. Large
Krosul X. Large was on a mission. He had received a distress call from a human station in the Maia system, which was under attack by the Thargoids. The station was a research facility, studying the Thargoid technology and biology. The station was also a refuge for many civilians, who had fled from the Thargoid invasion. The station was in desperate need of help, as the Thargoids had breached its defenses and were destroying its infrastructure.Krosul and his squadron, the Hanseatic League, had answered the call, willing to help the station and its people. They had equipped their ships with specialized anti-xeno weapons and modules, such as Guardian Gauss Cannons, Xeno Scanners, Shutdown Field Neutralizers, and Decontamination Limpets. They had flown their ships to the Maia system, where they found the station in flames. They had contacted the station's commander, who had given them the situation and the coordinates.
They found the Thargoids.
They were swarms of Thargoid Scouts and Interceptors, assaulting the station and its defenders. They were hostile and aggressive, firing their caustic weapons and deploying their drones. They were dangerous and deadly, capable of disabling and destroying even the most advanced ships.
They were the enemy.
They fought them.
They launched their ships, the [Hale] RUNGHOLT and the others, into the fray. They were joined by the station's defenders, who flew their ships in formation with them. They headed towards the Thargoids, where the battle was raging. They opened fire, unleashing a barrage of anti-xeno projectiles and missiles. The Thargoids returned fire, sending a volley of caustic beams and bombs. The space around the station was filled with explosions, debris, and fire.
The battle was on.
Krosul maneuvered his ship with skill and precision, dodging the Thargoid fire and aiming for the Thargoid weak spots. He followed the station commander's commands, coordinating his attacks with his allies. He targeted the Thargoid Scouts first, using his Guardian Gauss Cannons to shred their hulls. He then switched to the Thargoid Interceptors, using his Xeno Scanner to identify their hearts and his Shutdown Field Neutralizer to counter their EMP blasts. He fired his missiles at the exposed hearts, causing them to explode and damage the Interceptors. He also used his Decontamination Limpets to remove any caustic damage from his ship and his allies.
He fought well.
He fought bravely.
He fought hard.
He destroyed them.
One by one, they fell. One by one, they died. One by one, they fled.
The Scouts were the first to go, unable to withstand the sustained fire from the human ships. The Interceptors were the next, losing their hearts and their health to the human missiles. The last ones were the Medusas, the strongest of the Interceptors, but still vulnerable to the human tactics. They put up a fierce resistance, deploying more drones and firing more bombs. But they were outnumbered and outmatched, facing the combined firepower of the human wing. They were eventually overwhelmed and obliterated.
They did it.
They cleared the station.
They completed the mission.
They followed the station commander.
They fulfilled the distress call.
They cheered.
They were joined by the station's defenders, who also cheered. They had won. They had survived. They had succeeded. They had followed their leader. They had supported their friends. They had honored their allies.
They celebrated.
They were rewarded by a loud and grateful voice. It was a voice they had heard before. It was a voice they liked. It was a voice they respected.
It was the voice of the station commander.
They looked at their comms and saw a face. It was a face they had seen before. It was a face they liked. It was a face they respected.
It was the face of the station commander.
It was an old and wise woman, with gray hair, green eyes, and a smile. She was wearing a blue and white lab coat, with a station emblem on her chest. She was holding a data pad, with a station logo on it. She was standing in front of a large and damaged station, with a station flag on it. She was the leader of the research facility, the head of the Thargoid studies, and the protector of the civilians. She looked at Krosul and smiled. She spoke to him.
"Hello, Krosul. Thank you for your heroic action. I'm glad you came. I'm glad you fought. I'm glad you won. You did a great job. You did exactly what we needed you to do."
Krosul felt a surge of pride. He was happy with the commander's praise. He was happy with the commander's smile. He was happy with the commander's data pad. He spoke back to her.
"Thank you, commander. It was an honor to come. It was an honor to fight. It was an honor to win. You did a great job too. You did exactly what we wanted you to do."
The commander smiled. She sounded friendly, not formal. She said to him.
"Call me Sarah. We're not so formal here at the station. We're a family. A family of researchers. A family of survivors. A family of heroes. And you're one of us now. You're one of the family. You're one of the heroes."