Galaxy Gary stepped out of his space ship. A hostile planet it was, Phosphor volcanos made the air unbreathable, the dry landscape gave life to nothing.
He walked around. Something moved in a distance. A hideous monster came running his way, followed by several others. They made the most most horrible gurgling sounds. He got his space gun out.
They kept coming,
Decades had gone by since anyone had been there. Now humanity was back on the moon, and this time for good.
Ronson and Beakon started the work immediately. They were going to build a self sufficient ecosystem. Everything they needed for the sphere was in the craft. They were ready, a new world was about to be created.
“Look!” Ronson said. Something came flying through space. A kangaroo shaped monster from the direction of Jupiter.
“Oh my… It’s headed for earth!”
The creature landed on the little ball which was the home they had left. Big claws sunk into land and sea. It lifted is hand…
There they are. What might they be?
They’re not from here, that’s for sure.
By the great rings! Those disgusting creatures are stealing the eggs! I’ll kill…
Wait… Not just yet. Look.
This is amazing. I didn’t even expect to find microorganisms so soon, and here we are bringing back eggs.
Sure is beyond my wildest dreams. Let’s get it up on the…
Wait, something is happening. It seems to be hatching…
Captain’s log: Year since departure 3065, Day 5
The patient has recovered. The corrupted cells are regenerated, the broken DNA is fixed. Our journey is coming to an end, and it seems we will all make it. Just a few decades to go.
Captain’s log: Year since departure 3065, Day 310
A nebula has appeared close to our destination. We have no record of it from before, although it has to have been there all along. Investigation is initiated.
Captain’s log: Year since departure 3070, Day 15
The Nebula is changing form, faster than anything it’s size should be able to. Some of the crew are worried…
Aaaaaaahh! Groom fled in panic.
Dergam the shaman held his hand totems up in front, shouting words in the lost language of the elders.
Tilka, the strongest of all the warriors lifted his spear, threw it at the strange object floating in the air in front of them. It was no use.
The shaman by his side disappeared. So did the sphere.
Dergham looked around. Strange shapes were moving around him. Appearing and disappearing. One split in three, i six, in infinite smaller shapes…
Tapping his fingers on the table, he looked at the little bottles in front of him. Eeny meeny miny moe… he stopped at the biggest one. He grabbed it, walked over to the window. Watched the blue sky for a moment, took a deep breath of fresh summer air. The little tap was put tight, he had to struggle for a little while to get it off. Dark clouds came flowing out of the bottle, up towards the skies. They grew. The sky darkened…