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The sky was full of them. Too many to count as they dropped into orbit to descend arriving above parts of
Solus 3, NOT one part of it was missed. The sea? the oceans, the land masses..
Below IF, there were those, looking up and seeing, the unfolding nightmare; the FEAR, the DESPAIR.
Nothing new, they had already experienced this before with the Matsupa.
Yet, the bulk, of the human(a) were passive. Under the influence of the Pite that took away all of their former aggressive, protective, survival instincts. As they now were rounded up, put into pens.
Checked, separated and some destroyed, on the spot incinerated. Dust to dust; DUST.
As though they had never existed. The ones for the mines AND the ones, to be fattened up, for future consumption.
The massive craft, had food preparation areas. For the, slaughter, of the fatted calf. Butchery, waste disposal and, recycling of body parts. Kept alive until slaughtered.
NONE were kept alive. Food for the aliens, for the Zealot hordes, the Mei, those creatures that swarmed to search out the areas to seize the Human(a) and in some instances the other beasts.
The ‘cloned’ beings, robotic, ‘gender bender’ including binary neutral creatures; were vaporised. Where tolerance had been taking over, the Pite had neutralised that, no discrimination. Compliant, obedient and subservient?
The invaders were astonished at how meek these creatures or cretins, were? They were nicknamed ‘Cretins’ by those who had seen the invasion taking place. The ones, who had NOT taken the Pite?
In hiding in the mountainous areas, training and perfecting their skills including weapons left behind by the Omini. NOT, destroyed, though a substantial number had been?
Guerilla tactics, that drove the invaders, to the point of distraction, ah there’s a word; distraction.
One, of the craft, had received a number of those to be slaughtered.
Several of them, had swallowed certain chemicals, ones, that when their bodies were sliced into for butchering, the chemicals combined to fuse and a fusive reaction, was what followed.
An explosion tearing into the bulkhead, killing all, within the confines of that hell hole. The bulkhead, painted, with the blood of their victims, but also, a large number of their own?
The ‘commander’ of that craft’ was executed on the spot’, when the news finally had reached Oi.
Eaten by his own kind, for failing their God, but most of all, for the delicious meal, he offered them as they tore it apart, fat, obese and full of protein.
Seb, had stumbled, upon a small patrol. NOT ones, infected with the Pite? New ones and not long, landing on the planet? The moment they saw him, huddled together, listening, as he told them, all about, being captured and escaping? They could attack them, there was only a few of them.
A short time later, he had stopped, as they rested, sipping on some refreshments, their weapons put to one side.
No danger here ? The sight, of over twenty Zealots, bearing down on them? Armed and the sight of some of them with claws?
They took one of them and tore him apart. The sound of and the screams as they ate him alive? Spitting out some of the crushed bone and gristle. After that the resistance was gone. Fear and terror ruled.
The truth, of the traitor, amongst them as he took one of the males, stripped him and shoved him into stocks. Waiting for Os Ios as he now handed IT the whip.
IT violently whipped the chosen sacrifice. to the point his flesh was cut open and the bleeding was splattering across IT. A blade flashed as IT tore at the chest ripping it open and tearing out his heart to raise it drink the blood before beckoning to Seb to suck at it.
The others were now fed to the Zealots. others joining them, greedily tearing at the flesh on offer.
Several castrated, to remove some tasty treats swung in the air before being swallowed back..
Os and Seb had left them to move onto another craft, now nominated as their Command vessel, their designated, headquarters. Half, of one of the decks, had been converted, into a caged area, with the bulkhead, displaying a number of torture devices, knives, hammers, collars, chains.
Deliciously primitive. Slow SLOW death, to any of their victims. They, were waiting on the arrival of the Accolyte, to indulge, in some feasting rituals, but most of all to select some of the best for their master; the Jin.
The Ancient one. As for Medua? No longer needed, her demons were scattered across the planet, eating their way across huge terrain, sniffing out those trying to hide? Time ah yes TIME was now coming to an end for them.
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