Elsa turned quickly, expecting to stare into the open fanged maw of her imminent demise. Nothing awaited her. She glanced back at the macabre feeding, noting the range at one hundred forty feet. There was room enough for her to pass them by and continue down the pass, but for all she knew this pass was a breeding ground. Or perhaps mama was ahead of her, looking for the next meal.
Elsa swallowed down the fear in her throat, noting that it tasted a little like bile. So close, she was so damn close! One hundred forty feet, but if she tried to sneak past them it would narrow to less than sixty. They’d be sure to see her and come after her. Even if they weren’t hungry she’d make a great plaything. Then again, judging from the way they were eating she suspected hunger was a constant for them.
Maybe they’d fall asleep after gorging themselves? That’s what a Marine does when they’re safe and able to enjoy a good meal. What more dangerous predator was there than a Marine? Elsa frowned, suspecting she might have just found the answer to that question.
This was it then. All or nothing, just like everything else had been on this miserable planet. “Eat this,” she muttered, aiming down her rifle and triggering the first shot.
It took three shots to drop the first of the four babies. Using the primary fire mode the X109 recycled almost as quickly as she could pull the trigger. In that second of time the first baby carnivore had time to screech in agony. Its brothers spotted her instantly, two of them running around their dinner while the third hopped up on it to come straight at her.
It was on her fifth shot that the gun let loose a burst of flame from the energy pack. Acrid smoke smelling of burnt electronics curled out of it. Elsa let if fall to the ground and pulled her last grenade. She thumbed the grenade to the proximity burst mode as she was throwing it. The wounded baby Marine-eating monster was limping towards her, screeching with its high pitched voice. It was overtaken and passed a moment later by the one that had climbed over the dead animal.
The third thundered towards her, toothy beak opened wide and dripping blood from its prior feast. The grenade went off, sending a pulse of low frequency sound across the narrow ravine. Elsa and the baby dino closest to her were outside the effective range, though her suit still registered the shockwave. The other two mini-dinosaurs were sent tumbling from the concussive effects of the blast.
Elsa spun away from the charging creature, drawing her combat knife as she did so. One of its arms clipped her shoulder, sending her stumbling away as she spun. By the time she recovered it had stopped and turned to face her again. It was on her almost before she could plant her feet.
Elsa’s knife dug into it, glancing off a rib before it slid between them and into the tissues beneath. She ducked her head aside to avoid the snapping beak then was knocked to the ground by its powerful haunch. Through it all Elsa retained her grip on her knife, twisting it as it tore free.
She tasted blood from where she’d bitten her cheek. She rolled onto her knees and lunged forward, the powered armor driving her legs with greater force. She hit the beast in the side, wrapping her unarmored arm around its thick neck to hold on. It staggered from the impact, then tried to twist and throw her when her knife stabbed into its neck.
Elsa held on, not realizing until it was too late that it was throwing itself onto the ground. She squeaked, unable to generate any more air from her lungs, when it landed half on top of her. The impact also drove the knife in deep enough to cause a burst of scalding blood to spray onto Elsa’s arm. The beast convulsed on top of her, pounding her deeper into the ground before it went limp and lay still.
Elsa pulled herself out, pushing and rolling the dead creature off of her. She started to stand up in time to see the unwounded monster shriek at her from less than an arms width away. She raised her armored arm in time to intercept that snapping beak, but the force of the snapping maw caused fresh alarms to go off in her helmet. She didn’t need the alarms to feel and hear the form fitting armored plates breaking under the force and driving jagged edges into her flesh.
She barked out the command to release a burst of energy into the damaged armor before all the circuits were broken. Her command turned into a grunt that ended as quickly as it had begun. The electricity locked her jaw and stiffened her muscles from the brief but powerful jolt.
The baby dinosaur let her go, stumbling back and snapping its beak as it tried to spit out the painful burn. Elsa’s arm was broken, she could feel it even without looking to see the unnatural bend in her forearm. She grabbed up her knife in her other arm and staggered to her feet. She tasted fresh blood, this time from where she’d nipped her tongue.
It stared at her, still clacking its beak together. Like a bird it tilted its head to stare at her with first one eye, then the other. It was sizing her up, she realized. Re-evaluating her as a threat. It tilted its head back and let loose the loudest cry yet, this time a shriek that varied in pitch and tone. With a tightening in her gut she realized it was calling for reinforcements. Or in its case, crying for momma.
“ I. Hate. This. Fucking. Planet!” Elsa screamed. She jumped at it, noticing that her suit didn’t help her this time. It reared back and she fell short. She cried out as her broken arm hit the ground and gave out, causing her to smash her shoulder and helmeted face into the rocky ground.
The taloned foot came down on her helmet, pressing her into the ground. Her arm was pushed into the back of her mind as she realized she was about to be squashed like one of the Vitallian cockroaches in the cave. She struggled to roll, driving her knee into the ground and pulling the other one up so she could plant her foot. Her neck twisted and her muscles wrenched in protest, but the armored seal held. Before the monsters foot slid off the HUD blinked once then disappeared.
She flopped onto her back and found herself staring up into the business end of the baby dinosaur’s crotch. Even if it was a baby and sexually immature, she had no doubt it was male. She jammed her knife up, driving it deep into the belly.
It chirped loudly, but rather than leap away it dropped its head down and bit onto her thigh. It picked her up, the powerful beak inflicting similar damage to the armor on her leg to what it had done to her arm.
“ You’re coming with me you fucker!” Elsa hissed, tightening her grip on her knife and putting every last ounce of concentration into locking the muscles of her arm, shoulder, and chest. It caused her V-BAR to slice up through the skin and muscle of its belly, cutting the organs beneath as well.
It squawked around its mouthful of Marine drumstick and let her fall. Elsa hit the ground with a grunt, spots in her vision. Immediately the spots were tinted red as the bowels of the creature fell through the gash she’d made and landed on top of her.