Any decent space invader wouldn't put it's eggs in one basket......

Science Officer 54's cat like eyes dialate even widere than they already are naturally. The Race's eye's tend to do that when excited . . . . or frightened. What he (or "it" if you prefer) sees on the computer on the latest biotia reports . . . . . is scary enough to send him to his Reward!
 
 

"That's the only reason why that cursed dragon's super plague failed to kill all the Pests," the lizard man mutters to himself in horror. "While we were out to use him to divert Alliance resources . . . . . it had made contingency plans for just that contingency!"
 
 

The science officer fumbles with the com unit, and gives his findings to the stone faced superior on the other end. When he finishes, the superior doesn't even blink. 54 is getting a bad feeling about this.
 
 

"Well, you are the fifth one this evening," the superior sighs, finally. "Yes, I know that our 'friend' betrayed us just as we 'used' him. I know that the contingency element that the dragon has nested into the genetic codes of the Phage made it less effective against humans than originally planed. I even know about the trigger that is in there that'll kill all Race units on the planet . . . . in a matter of days.
 
 

"We were so clever, we thought," the superior officer goes on, looking off at something that fifty-four couldn't see. "Well, we weren't!"
 
 

"We played with fire," the officer says. "And the dragon burned us."
 
 

"Sir?!" the science officer whispers, frightened. "What are you saying?"
 
 

"I'm saying that the trigger's been activated." the superior officer says. "I'm saying that the whole operation is a total wash. I'm saying that only by the grace of the Emperor's luck that this ship hasn't been infected, also. I'm saying that you will be carrying out order one-alpha-one. Computer simulations show that the suffering you guys will go through . . . . . End yourself, quickly, son, before the symptoms hit you. Out."
 
 

Fifty four stares at the blank screen, and then hears the signal that orders the dreaded order. With shaking hands, the Lizard Man reachs down into his holster, pulls out the gun and . . . . pulls the trigger . . . .The lizard man glows, and disintigrates . . . . .like all his comrades on this accursed . . . . . parallel world where evolution hadn't allowed reptile kind to get to the top of the heap . . . .
 
 

An Alliance ship, well hidden on the moon that orbits this parallel world, what's in awe as an Enemy ship decloaks. The wedge shaped spaceship streaks over the areas that they had been able to make inroads on (an embarassing five landing zones due to Alliance . . . and local efforts) and sends out archaic, but deadly effective nuculear devices that go out and vaporize the landing zones, denying the enemy the resources of the sites. The Enemy ship skips out of this reality before the Alliance ships guns can get a lock on it.
 
 

"Wiskey tango foxtrot?!" a golem shouts as the werefolk are approaching him and his escortee, Synizn. The werefolk look at him like he's lost his mind. The young ensign in control of the avatar shakes his head in wonder. The Enemy just nuked it's own sights, and bugged out totally! What is going on here?! If the Enemy was gone, then there really was no reason for the Alliance to be here! This . . . . Phage was so leathal that mining this backwater diminsional world was just out of the ****ing question! Well, there still was that damn dragon that needed to be put down. Maybe Command would allow the hunt to continue . . . . or maybe not. 

Somewhere in a dark, dingy place . . . . a dragon giggles at getting back at his strange, treacherous "friends."
 
 

1. So, down by the docks of the bay . . . .