The orange and green sphere gradually enlarged before the woman’s cockpit. She pulled down on the throttle, and the whine of the engines subsided to a barely audible din. “There it is, finally,” she breathed, shifting in her seat. “Hopefully the air is breathable, I need to stretch my legs.” The triangular wing of her craft reflected the nearby star’s light, into her face. The woman raised her hand to shield her eyes while she arced her vehicle so the light wasn’t as much of a problem.
“That has to be a body of water,” she changed the direction the craft was heading again toward a blue-green stain on the sphere. The star ship’s pointed nose arced down through the atmosphere, flames licked the black shiny hull of the vehicle, the woman eyed the orange and red tongues, but her face remained unchanged. “Just a little further,” she whispered as the ship started to rattle violently, fire now filled the view port’s exterior. The woman pressed a series of small buttons on the left control panel before her and a blue mist sprayed the exterior of the viewport and the flames died down enough for her to loose a short sigh.
The pilot set the ship down at the edge of the lake. Its green liquid sloshed against dark gray, nearly black sand. She unbuckled the seat harness and depressed a glowing button five feet down from the cockpit, placing a breath mask over her face. The woman unclipped a white, thin, square, device with a five-inch glass screen. She pressed a button on the side and the device lit up. “At least the air isn’t toxic, but it’s barely thick enough to breath,” she said, removing the mask. “But the water isn’t really water, great.” The woman then pulled out some thick gloves from her pocket and put them on.
Even being on the day side of the planet, three moons were still clearly seen in the sky, one of which was a deep, rust red, giving an eerie glow in the already yellow-tinted atmosphere. She walked to the edge of the liquid body, holding her instrument in front of her. “Water, methane, and an unknown substance,” she read off the readings that showed up on her device. “That isn’t exactly what I was hoping for, oh well, I guess it’s time to leave.”
There was a ripple in the water, the woman stared, watching, waiting, then as she was about to turn there was another, this time larger than the last. “I’m not sticking around to find out what caused that,” she uttered, running back to the ship. Before she could arrive at the vessel, a loud growling, howl echoed. The astronaut spun around, and saw it. A black mass, with four clawed legs, propelled it out of the water. The alien creature’s body reminded the astronaut of a slug or worm, it was long and segmented, yet looked like it had armored plates haphazardly stitched to its sides, reminding her of a patchwork amateurish art. The alien’s face was a canine-like snout with rows of square teeth that looked like hatchets protruding from its gums. Seven spines awkwardly poked up from its spine and the tips bent slightly before ending in a blunt end. She withdrew a small laser pistol, knowing the weapon was unlikely to do much to defend herself. The astronaut fired her weapon, and the bolt struck the creature in the side, it howled in pain, and charged at her.
Realizing shooting the alien beast wasn’t a wise idea, she dove to the side, just before the creature was about to trample over her. The alien now stood between her and the ship. “Don’t’ step backward and damage my hull, I don’t want to be stranded here,” the woman shouted as if the beast could understand her.
She fired off a few more shots, and the creature lumbered toward her, swiping at a tree-like plant that reminded her a little of celery. The plant crashed down, causing a crevice in the soft ground, but fortunately it missed the astronaut and her craft. The woman pulled the trigger three more times, aiming for the alien’s head, two missed and the last one hit it in the snout. The beast stared her down then leapt up and its hook claws tore through her suit, blood dribbled down her arm. She pulled the trigger on her weapon again, but nothing happened, a soft beep sounded from her weapon noting the charge was low. She holstered the pistol, eyes darting around, looking for a suitable weapon of some kind. There was nothing, save for a few rocks which would hardly work to defend herself. She gritted her teeth together, grabbed the heaviest rock she could find and hurled it at the alien. The rock thudded into the ground, completely missing the target. Unsurprised, but grateful the distraction the rock provides, she bolted for the ship, opened the door and quickly sealed herself inside before the thing outside knew what happened. It screamed and hollered in anger, madly searching for her, but its cries were answered by the roar of the ship’s engines.
She pressed a series of buttons and grabbed the craft’s yolk, blasting off to the safety of space leaving the creature behind confused and upset.