DarkLight - Commando Inc. 1

Tentacled feelers quivered with almost orgasmic delight as he faced those who would willingly give up their worthless lives for their god.

They were ready. After an eternity of preparation and planning the opportunity to escape was about to present itself. The fools were in his city. Soon they would find the sacred chamber, and once the great machines were activated, he and his army would sweep out and destroy their rescuers. They would leave this insignificant speck of dust and chaos would again reign over the galaxy. He would bring terror to all, and death to those who would not worship him. Moving out onto the ghostly lit balcony, his large body seemed to radiate the power of the heavens. To those dim witted creatures below, he thought, he resembled nothing less than a god. With clawed tentacles spread, he spoke to his minions.

"My people, listen closely. The time is near. For a millennia we have been imprisoned. Vengeance shall be ours! We will swarm through the galaxy. Those who stand in our way will feel the bite of your jaws on their soft weak flesh. I promise you, my children, their blood will nourish you. You will feel their strength become your own. You will teach them fear and terror. The terror that only comes from prey when it finds nowhere left to run. We will take that which should have been ours so long ago. We will conquer. We will rule. It is our right!"

A chant began to rise from the many creatures assembled, a chant that quickly spread. "DONAR!...DONAR!...DONAR!." Donar looked and knew they were ready. They would take, and they would kill. Do anything he wished. Donar opened his mouth into a horrible grin. His great sharp teeth flashing to his blood thirsty audience. His reptilian head moving from side to side, taking in the spectacle before him.

Down below, his werewolf guard patrolled inside the great wall. They circulated amongst the others, always searching for those who were disloyal. Disloyalty was punishable by death. The sentence served immediately by the overzealous guard. Rarely was there anything remaining of the traitor to dispose of. The mutant wolves loved their work. After all, with no other game to hunt, it met their daily minimum nutritional requirements. Under their dark fur their skin was a hard armored shell capable of withstanding extreme physical punishment. Loyal, bloodthirsty, and almost indestructible, these would be the creatures his army would be built around. He was not a fool though. The werewolves were ambitious by nature and had to be watched closely.

Donar thought briefly of the others cheering below. Some he would take. The others would remain here. Though loyal to him, many of them had come from weaker stock or were living products of failed experiments. The predatory wolves that he had mutated would serve as his warrior guard, the others would serve as nothing more than simple cannon fodder.

The werewolves had been the successful cumulation of his experimentation since being stranded here. The others, results of early haphazard experiments, were the evolutionary equivalent of insects in comparison. They varied greatly from each other, with one exception. An army of walking nightmares, their hate radiated more strongly then a thousand suns. Hideous parodies of life scattered throughout the planet. Genetic monstrosities seemingly put together without thought. All the result of his experimentation. The perfect army. An army created with the overwhelming desire to kill, and to enjoy it. These were truly his children.

A voice came from behind.