Planetoid TXV5- SA2, Landing Pad

"Valois to Delta come in."
Silence.
"Valois to Delta, do you copy?"
Silence.
"Valois to Delta, do you copy? Delta come in please."
A crackle of static. "Hello?"
"Identify yourself. This is Terran Marine Corp Cruiser 4501-X3, SSC Valois. Over."

"Help, please!"
"Who are you? Identify yourself."
"Frehley. Spencer Frehley. They took them all away to the nest chamber."
The comms operator turned to the pilot. "Frehley. Recognise the name?"

"Please help me! Please before they come back!" said the voice over the radio. The comms operator silenced it.
The pilot shrugged. "Could be a colonist. Possible contamination risk. Let me talk to him." He took the mic. "Frehley, this is Valois command. What the hell happened?"
"Bugs. They took everybody. I hid in a vent. I heard the radio on one of the corpses and responded. Please, get me out of this hell-hole."
The pilot looked at the comms operator. "Get down to the iso-lock. Check him for contamination. Scan him first then do a quick examination. If he is clear, lock him in and come back. We'll debrief him once we're airborne. Take a carbine though. If he's contaminated, pop him then throw him out. The sooner we leave the better."
"Valois to Frehley. You are cleared to approach the craft. We are half-a-click from the air filtration entry point. Follow the road to the pad. Valois out."

"Received, thank you". Frehley grinned. A survivor of a raid was too valuable to be left behind. Military types, always the same.
A drone looked at him. He shook his head. "No, I'll do this myself."