The air was crisp and cold. A soft breeze blew, churning up dust. In the distance, the outlines of a large invasion force appeared on the horizon. Hidden in a crater, a small creature was holding bionoculars to his dome-shaped helmet. It adjusted them, then placed them at his side. The creature made hand signals to another creature, much larger and older than it was, over and over again. The older creature nodded and motioned for the smaller one to get into a tunnel neatly hidden beneath a large boulder.
Slipping silently into the hole, the smaller creature forgot to grab his bionoculars. The older one grabbed them and followed into the hole, remembering to pull the boulder on top of the entrance. They traveled for what seemed like a day, until they arrived in a vast underground complex, filled with noises of drilling machines and other creatures talking to eachother. The complex was lite by green lights, causing the whole place to be green. Another creature with large wings walked up to them, pausing to nod brefly at the smaller one, who quickly ran off.
"What have you to report, Bugeye?" the creature with large wings asked.
He took a deep breath and began, "Whiskerfoot and I spotted a large invasion force coming from the west. They were to far away to count, even with bionoculars, so I only have an estimate of how many; possibly 1,000 of them. Whiskerfoot said he saw speeders and attack cruisers. I noticed them as well, but they are few-and-far-and-in-between. Most only carry mele weapons."
The other creature was stunned. Without replying, he ran off towards a power box. He opened it up and pulled out a phone, then pressed a button and began speaking.
"Attention! Attention! We are on an Alpha-17! I repeat, we are on an Alpha-17! All warriors fall back to the camp! Squad 1, guard the nursery! Squad 2, guard the elders' den! Squads 3, 4, and 5, prepare for battle! Squads 6 and 7, close the doors and secure the emergency entrances and exits, then prepare for battle! Squads 8 and 9, close and secure the dome and then prepare for battle! Finally, Squad 10, contact the outposts and warn them of the attack! Then go and turn on the turrets and prepare the cruisers! When your done with that, stay in the camp! You all have your orders! Go, go, go!"
Bugeye walked up to him with a sad look on his face. He knew they couldn't win this battle. It was either fight to the death or evacuate the whole camp. So far, it looks as if they weren't giving up without a fight. With a simple bow of his head, Bugeye walked away and gathered his apprentice, Whiskerfoot, and headed towards to camp.