[Blackronin]

The Hecate are coming. He had heard that sentence several times now. He was tired of hearing it. But now, as weird as it was, it was him saying it. He touch the armor-pad of Corporal Smisson. "Hei, Smisson, you'll fire only when I tell you, okay?" Smisson smiled back. "Sure Sarge. But I sure hope that our bullets penetrate those hard skins..." Me too, Sargent Alma thought to himself. For what he knew, and didn't share with his platoon, the Hecate were unstoppable. Then he saw a movement behind the brushes. "Left high", he shouted, "first and second squad fire small arms." And the sound of firing weapons filled the air. The vegetation was eclipsed by that burst... And when everything settled... a lonely figure stood there. Arthropod like... Cold... Serene... Then it made an ugly wailing sound. Alien to its core. And quickly, several other creatures jumped from cover and charged the barricades. "Fire, fire, fire!" Sargent Alma shouted.