This is just because I enjoy writing...

Above the planet Nihal IV, a pinprick of white light shone briefly in the upper atmosphere, becoming a faint streak as an object fell towards the surface near the small, isolated outpost of Trai Ridge. The forested hillside beneath the outpost glowed for a second as the object hit the ground at high velocity, and an audible thump echoed across the valley.
Captain Dethus squinted through his military issue Teleglasses at the landing site - the enveloping darkness of the 37 hour Nihalian night had quickly returned after that momentary flash of light from down in the valley - and a wall of dark conifers prevented any observation of whatever had landed down there. Dethus quickly switched the Teleglasses to infra-red mode, scanning the dense forest for the tell-tale red blip in the darkness. Aha! There it was - a rounded object had appeared on the screen projected by the equipment. Dethus frowned - the object was
too rounded to be natural, and the on-board assistant software was bleeping at him frantically to take notice of something. "What is it?" he snapped irritably. The long nights of sentry duty on this godforsaken backwater planet were a constant strain on his patience, and the last thing he wanted to hear was the digitised voice of the assistant telling him that there was problem with his Teleglasses. The damned things always seemed to break. At the sound of Dethus's voice, the assistant flashed up a message on the screen, and at the same time informed him:
"Warning, heavy gamma and ultraviolet radiation is being emitted from the coordinates 164'452."
Dethus was alarmed. A radioactive, ultraviolet emitting, perfectly round object sitting in the forest less than a mile from his position was not good news. He interrogated the assistant:
"Get me a GeoSat reading on the coordinates."
"Sorry, Captain, GeoSat appears to be offline."
Dethus' eyes widened. GeoSat was never offline, ever!
The assistant continued:
"All satellites on the GeoSat network are failing to respond - heavy radar interference has been detected."
This was extremely strange, and the captain was feeling more and more uneasy as he thought about the situation. An unknown object had landed in the forest, and Nihal IV's interplanetary communications had been cut off. He removed the communicator from his belt and called the outpost commander.
***
Down in the forest, a large, dark form emerged from the red-hot drop pod lying in a small clearing that its sudden arrival had created for itself. It took less than five seconds for it to come awake from its state of hibernation and enter its only other state - that of battle readiness. As it stared up the valley towards Trai Ridge, the lights of the outpost filtered through the trees and reflected dully off the new arrival's eyes. 'Let the prey come to you.' The thought echoed in the mind of the scout, and it obeyed it without question. It silently scaled the trunk of a tall fir, and waited.
***
Trai Ridge Outpost was still quiet. The civilian settlement in the North-Eastern corner of the enclosure was sleeping peacefully, as was much of the military complex. The perimeter lights still shone, and so did the lights of the commander's office on the second floor of the officers' lodgings.
"Just send a scouting team down, Dethus." said Commander Richardson, not at all happy to have been ousted from his bed, "We can fully investigate this in the morning, which is, I might add..." he made a point of looking at his watch "...in just 5 hours time."
"But, Sir, the assistant gave some very disturbing readings."
"You know as well as I do that our equipment here is obsolete and prone to errors, Captain" said Richardson, his tone final "Send a scouting team to investigate this anomaly, or ignore it. Good Night, Captain Dethus."
***
Five minutes later, Troopers Bennett and Smith were zipping through the forest on their scoutbikes. Their Xenon headlights cut through the darkness as they rapidly approached the landing site. Smith tapped his helmet, activating the short-range communicator with Bennett's earpiece. He wished that they didn't have to wear the cumbersome HAZ suits, but a worried-looking Captain Dethus had told them that they were investigating a source of radiation.
"Hey, do you know exactly what it is we're supposed to be looking for?" he asked.
"No, they don't tell us anything - you should know that by now, Derek."
Smith paused for a second.
"So...you didn't buy that crap Dethus spouted about a meteorite?"
"Of course not, why would he send us out at night to investigate something as mundane as a meteorite? There's obviously something he's not telling us."
"Yes, that's exactly what I was thinking."
"Proceed with caution then?"
"Yeah, stay alert."
***
The scout watched from its vantage point as the clumsy bikes approached the rapidly cooling drop-pod. It would wait for the men to dismount before attacking - it did not want one of them getting away to raise the alarm. The bikes stopped. The scout's claws extended to their full length and a boil of adrenaline-based combat hormones surged through its body as the first man jumped off his bike to investigate the landing site. A thought flashed through the scout's mind: 'Humans can be curious to the point of stupidity.' Watching the two men in the clearing, the scout had to agree.
Derek Smith was approaching the drop-pod slowly when Bennett's voice spoke through to him through his earpiece.
"Stop. I think we should call Trai Ridge before we go any further. I have a really bad feeling about this - there just seems to be some kind of...evil aura about this thing, and it's obviously not a meteorite, so we can just tell them that it's something weird, and get out of here."
Smith tapped his helmet three times to connect to the outpost communications centre.
"I'm just getting static, Jack."
Bennett tapped his own helmet.
"I've got a connection, but it's shaky." "Control, come in Control."
A tinny sounding voice answered. "This is Trai Ridge - we can hardly hear you, Trooper Bennett, there is too much static on the line. Please report your current situation."
"We've located the anomaly and it's no meteorite, I can tell you..."
Meanwhile, Smith was reaching out to touch the drop-pod's glossy black surface. He was suddenly thrown to the floor as his hand encountered some kind of powerful force-field. Dazed, he realised that most of the energy had been absorbed by the HAZ suit. 'I'm glad we brought them after all,' he mused.
Bennett saw his friend fall to the floor, and with an exclamation of 'Jesus...,' leapt from his bike and began jogging towards the prone Smith. He never made it there. Without warning, something dropped from the trees on the other side of the pod, and hurled itself at him. It was like looking into the face of Death as it silently closed the distance, eyes locked on and glowing, mouth open in a slavering mess of razor-sharp teeth, and 4ft blades extended. Smith forced himself to his feet and looked on in horror as the creature whipped its claws left and right in a frenzy of aggression, slicing Bennett into three pieces as if he were made of warm butter. Smith was already dashing for the nearest bike, his suit encumbering him as he scrambled into the seat and rammed his foot onto the accelerator. Nothing happened. Panicking, he grabbed his sidearm - an automatic pistol, aiming it at the monstrous creature as it left Bennett's mangled corpse and rushed at him, once again with that deadly silence. It seemed to anticipate him, weaving to the left. Still, several bullets smacked into the scaly body of the scout, but it still came on, raising the 4ft claws above Smith's chest and bringing them downwards, slicing through his torso and then continuing into the frame of the bike, pinning him like an insect. The angry creature did not afford Smith the mercy that it had given to Bennett, leaving the trooper to die in the seat of the destroyed scoutbike.
At Trai Ridge Outpost, the operators at control listened in shock to the screaming and tearing sounds coming across the comms channel over the static. Suddenly, there was silence.
"I think," said an ashen faced operator, her expression grim, "That someone should call the captain."