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Something else had planned, too…something far darker than anything a terrorist could imagine, something far more dangerous than any world government could possibly comprehend. It boiled and rolled in ecstasy over its discovery, its excitement barely contained at the expectation of the juicy, warm power awaiting it just beyond the gate.

On that same May night in 2161, it struck.

Terrorists selected and attacked a relatively out-of-the-way facility of the M.A.G.M.A. Energy Corporation, located deep in the rolling forested hills of northern California, one of the main sites for the creation of energy weapons. Overpowering the bored gate guards was a simple task, as was silencing their screams. The gate slid open, and in they poured. Not having faced any security breach of any kind for fifty years had made the security component of these facilities extremely lax, and no alarm was raised, no steel doors slammed shut.

And then, It came.

The Gate boiled and rolled, deep inside the M.A.G.M.A. Energy Corporation facility, as hundreds upon hundreds of employees and family raced and panicked over the alarms that finally blared in response to the terrorist attack. It smothered the air around it, sucking those unfortunate few nearby into its dark embrace, which made it stronger, larger. A few security personnel, responding to the odd reports from the scientists and family, men, women, and children, screaming and running for their lives, found it at the end of a large vehicular hallway, a black mass that pulsed like a heart. Tendrils, as dark as night, slid outward and into the walls, ceiling, and floors, seeking, touching, killing – feasting. And yet, that was not enough. The presence of so many carbon life forms would have made it weep with joy, had it tears to shed. It released the Host, much as a mother would release a baby to allow it to crawl across a floor in search of a favorite toy.

The security guards that were unfortunate enough to be so good at their jobs as to be there, saw a creeping, rolling mass of unholy creatures come out of the blackness; some were spider-like with bladed legs and massive fangs, others that walked on what seemed to be hind legs, dinosaur-like, but the most hellish version of any dinosaur any of them had seen. So many came out that the ceiling, floor, and walls were black with racing legs, all seeking the delicious flesh in front of them…the Gate pulsed with pride as it sought the incredible energy, sucking it down, feeding its ability to guide the Host into this world, which would keep the carbons at bay while it sought to help the Queen turn the planet into a husk…The terrorists were not stupid. They found the central security core and sealed the base off from the outside, to ensure that no scientists would escape; they knew families were here, knew that they would be excellent leverage when prying the secrets of the laser weapons out of them. The screams that filtered in through the complex had been going on for some time, but nobody noticed one monitor that showed the alien forms tearing a handful of security guards apart far below.

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