Three long days of silence at last gave way to screams. His outer set of eyelids opened slowly, the inner set remaining closed to darken the bright lights in the room. "For the love of K'vala, they can't have found me.", he grumbled, reaching for his weapon and sliding behind a nearby desk. He aimed for the door, waiting for an enemy to burst through. After another few moments of silence, he heard another scream, yet further away. "Hm? They're moving away from me? Could it be that someone else was dumb enough to come here of all places?", he asked himself. He looked over to the equipment he had modified to synthesize an antibiotic compatible with his biology. "Hmm... I suppose I can get by on this. I can't just let those things slaughter more people while I sit here and wait for another batch.", he said, as he made his way towards the machine. He transferred the liquid into a compartment on the gauntlet of his equipment, which connected to an IV that would deliver the medicine at a constant rate. He glanced at his other arm, and the swollen purple skin around a fresh cut. "Why is it that every mission on a foreign life bearing planet always lasts longer than the bioadaptive gel ration?" he asked.
Nazarek had been stranded on this world for nearly 2 years now, on what was supposed to be a 2 week scouting mission. His people had long been at odds with the invaders of this world, and had long since gotten used to the idea of their neighbors conquering worlds across the system, but this was something new. Rather than landing ground troops and taking over through conventional warfare, recently their strategy had shifted to deploying bizarre creatures, the likes of which his people had never seen anywhere in the system. Nazarek had been chosen for a special task group to investigate a planet where these attacks had just begun, hoping to learn enough about their new bioweapons to give his people a means of developing a countermeasure. 697 days ago, his ship touched down on the surface of this strange world that had nearly torn itself apart in war, only to find a new one looming on the horizon. This war had nothing to do with his people, yet moments after setting foot on this planet, they would see their first casualties of war. "Alright, men! The mission is simple, we're to gather information, and collect specimens when possible of these bioweapons. You've all been briefed on their many varieties. You've trained for this. You can do this. Move out!", the commander yelled, standing beside the dropship's door. A shriek could be heard from outside, but no one gave it any thought. The commander opened the door, and jumped to the ground, his weapon ready to engage. The men grabbed their gear, and followed suit, but before the bulk of the soldiers could even exit the ship, the screams of his people echoed out. They had the misfortune of encountering their first Hunter, and it had alerted every beast for miles to the threat his people posed. The commander was the first to fall, as a blade pierced his throat, the XO soon to follow. In a matter of seconds, the entire chain of command had been annihilated. Of the 400 men aboard the dropship, fewer than 30 managed to escape this ambush, and Nazarek hadn't heard from any of them since that day. Contact from their carrier ship in orbit ceased just hours later, and Nazarek has been a refugee ever since.
He kicked open the door to the lab and burst into the hallway, his weapon firing a brilliant green beam down the hallway, killing the creatures patrolling near the stairwell. He entered, and jumped down into the stairwell, dropping several stories before landing on the ground floor. A drop like this would easily shatter the bones of any human, but his species had evolved as amphibians, and spending much of their lives under the weight of his planet's oceans made them very physically strong and durable. He looked out into the main area of the building to see a horde of creatures moving down a hallway, likely following the screams of the arthropods. "Oh, good. One of the primitives pissed off an arthropod.", he said sarcastically. This certainly explained the noise level, as most of the creatures in the building had converged on whatever prey the arthropod had found. Nazarek had to admire either their evolution, or the engineering, his people weren't yet sure when last he heard from them. The arthropods in particular were highly adaptive. They were too small themselves to hunt large prey, so they cooperated with larger species, calling them to kill prey that the arthropods had scouted out, so they could scavenge the scraps left behind. He waited until the horde had passed him to step out into the hallway, where he began firing on them from behind with his weapon on its highest cutting beam setting. Though it would deplete his weapon's energy cell quickly, the damage it could do to groups in an enclosed area like this was incredible. After a few seconds of sustained fire, his weapon began to emit a loud beeping, warning him that it was nearly depleted. Nazarek immediately turned, saving just a little bit of energy in his weapon, and began sprinting towards the exit. "I seriously underestimated their numbers... I wasn't expecting to have this many left to lead away... This should be fun.", he said. In the light of day, his weapon's energy cell could be charged in a few minutes, but in the dark of night, he could be stuck with only a few shots left on the lowest power setting for several hours. He looked over his shoulder to that hallway, ensuring that the group was following him. Though he'd never laid eyes on those the beasts were hunting, he prayed that he had made it in time to save them. "You'd better get out of here alive, primitives.", he mumbled to himself.