Authoress Notes: It's been a long time. A really, really long time. And for that, I'm sorry! Darth Real Life was enjoying choking me until I was blue in the face. Hopefully I can update with a little more regularity in the coming months. Hopefully being the key word. Anyway, enjoy my attempt at a horror-esque story for Star Wars!
Disclaim: I don't own Star Wars: The Clone Wars. If I did, do you think I'd have let it get cancelled?
Word Count: 548
What should have been a few easy weeks at the station had turned into a nightmare. A nightmare that had cost him half of his brothers. The surviving half was clustered behind him, waiting in tense silence. No one spoke a word, no one dared move - because if there was one thing they'd learned in the past few hours, it was that it would hear them, and it would find them.
It, Tex thought. No official classification, no real identity - just it. Appropriate, he figured, because none of them knew where the kriffing hell the creature had come from. Not that it mattered, because the thing moved so quickly that they really weren't sure what it was. Tex's legs ached from holding the crouched position by the door for so long, but he didn't move. He waited.
skriiitch
taptaptap
skriiitch
The shriek of metal as it moved forward sent shivers down Tex's spine, and he adjusted his grip on his blaster. Not that the Deece would help much. After all, it really hadn't done much for his fallen comrades. Just what the hell was that thing, anyway? He'd never seen anything like it - and perhaps that was what terrified him most. There was an enemy he knew nothing about, that had no weaknesses that they knew of, and had decimated half of the station.
He and his brothers were completely vulnerable, and Tex hated it. He hated being defenseless, and he hated the fact that they were just sitting there, waiting to get picked off. His eyes narrowed behind his blood-spattered helmet. I'm not going down without a fight.
Skriitch
The sound of long, dagger-sharp claws against durasteel came from just outside the door, and Tex waited for the taptaptap to follow. When it didn't, his stomach twisted and he turned to face his brothers. Four T-shaped visors stared back at him, and he dipped his head. Well, it's been nice knowing you all.
Taptaptap
Skriitch
It moved away from the door, the sound of the creature's advance fading all together after several moments. Tex shifted, releasing the breath he hadn't known he was holding. It wasn't exactly a development that deserved any real sort of celebration, but the fact that they were still alive was certainly a relief.
"What are we going to do?" Meta was the first to break the silence, his voice just barely above a whisper in the internal comlink. No one answered him, and Tex realized they were waiting for him to come up with a reply.
"Simple," he said with a confidence he didn't feel, "We find a way out of this place, and we get help."