The Security Cameras

Joanna stepped into the administration area, lifting her visor as she looked over at Inez Lopez's section. This looked like where the colonists had made their last stand, a heavy barricade over the doorway had been torn open, and there was ripped clothing everywhere. The team's technical specialist, a slight young woman named Mari Santis was busily accessing the computers. "How's it looking private?"

"Well the computer is still here... but the drives have been scrambled. Deliberately I think It looks like something jacked in and wiped the core, it even hit the backup drive.

"So no way to find out what happened?"

"Not quite. The security cameras each burn recordings into a separate micro disk mounted inside. If the camera's are intact you can always access that... it's a legal thing. Required by law you know?"

"Right... find the last significant movement and start from ten minutes before hand."

"Got it." Mari tapped several keys and the screen cleared, showing a view of the control room. A group of frantic colonists most in work overalls, others in security armour set up behind boxes and improvised cover. Hunting rifles, laser cutters and other improvised weapons aimed at the door, which was beginning to bulge inwards.

There was a sudden crash and the door thumped in, a dozen heavy creatures following it in. Joanna blinked. The creatures were nightmarish looking, coppery metallic plates covering greenish tentacles. On their backs they carried huge, bubble like sacks, filled with other women, each being utterly molested by dozens, hundreds of tentacles.

The colonists fired frantically but the aliens were armed too, firing rays of energy that lifted the women they hit, ripping off the outer layers of the colonists clothing and pulling them screaming to the aliens. The creatures carefully, almost gently removed their underwear before jamming the screaming women into gaping more of their carriers.

"Technological life forms? Could we have missed an entire alien civilization?" Inez Lopez looked shocked at the idea. Joanna opened her mouth, about to say it was impossible when the radio interrupted her.

"Break break, Angel 1, this is Persephone. We are under attack! We are under attack!" The transmission washed out in a wave of static.

The Angels were on their own. Joanna keyed her microphone. They had to get ready, or as ready as the could, for whatever would come next.