Everything was going smoothly for Ensign Fischer "Sparrow" Johnson. The burly Avian squinted and surveyed the horizon, as he had done countless times through the night. He had been assigned the red-eye shift on watch duty, and was as alert as ever. He glanced over at his partner, a grey Canine, who was having trouble keeping awake. He gave him a nudge in the ribs, and he immediately jumped back to attention. It had been like this all through their shift, as this Canine was a new recruit, barely 18 years old. Oh well, gotta start somewhere, was all Sparrow could say to himself, as he resumed his patrol.

Without warning, both guards were thrown backwards by a gust of wind that seemingly came out of nowhere. Sparrow was back on his feet in an instant, rifle at the ready. His partner quickly scrambled back up, and they looked around for anything unusual. As Sparrow scanned the horizon, his partner let out a yelp. He spun around just in time to see a large, black-clad creature dragging the poor Canine away. Sparrow let off a burst from his rifle, and the creature fell. In its place, three more dragged the unfortunate victim away, to a small starship of a design Sparrow had never seen before. Once they were inside, the vessel lifted off, and vacated the atmosphere of the planet with astounding speed.

Holy crap, the General will definitely want to hear about this one. Sparrow turned and sprinted back to the base, hoping none of the terrible creatures were on his tail.