I’ve thought of a theme song, but you guys aren’t going to hear it until the last part of the Inferno that I write because I’m nice that way. MWAHAHAHAHA!!!

The Olsgomba circled around the table. Normally they would jump in and start killing, but a more intelligent Khadrein was with them. The Khadrein could strategize and it was them, without doubt, that had engineered the attack. The humans in the room looked away from the Khadrein, mostly because of the human head in his maw, and looked for something else to focus on. Unfortunately, that meant focusing on the Olsgomba.

The Olsgomba were a furry, mammal race with two arms and six legs. Their six, piercing, black eyes sat in their sockets. Their eyesight was worse than that of a human or a Khadrein. They each had a long, thick, powerful tail. Their hands were like that of a monkey, but instead of fingers, had short, sharp claws made for piercing. Their legs looked more like and insect’s, curving up and down like and upside down V. They were covered with reddish-brown fur that was everywhere except for their face and hands. Short spurs stuck out of their tails, dripping with venom. Their curving backs were covered with serrated spikes. Their torso curled up like a snake crossed with a centipede covered in fur. Their head was completely hairless. Their lower jaw had no teeth, only four tusks curving up. Their top jaw was filled with four rows of teeth. In their hands, they held primitive weapons-stone spears, swords, and guns. One of the Olsgomba walked up to the Khadrein.

“We attack?” it said in primitive English. The Khadrein rolled his eyes.

“No, you fool! The plan wassss to wait for the Ombrso and the Flaantogan with winged Uskutsdra to break through the windows! Then we attack! Now, get back and hope that they haven’t heard you blathering! They don’t hear as well as we Khadrein do, but they certainly hear a lot better than you Olsgomba! Now, shut up and let me talk to them.”

He turned to the humans and smiled, showing off blood-stained teeth. Gonsel Abrinda, President of the United States of Ebonland, fainted. The Khadrein’s smile faltered. It snarled.

“Change of plans,” it hissed. “Attack!”

It charged toward Gonsel. Tom lifted his blaster and fired.

And missed.

The shot flew into Gonsel, lifting him off his feet. Shrieking like an Irish banshee, he flew up, went through a window, and plummeted five hundred meters to the ground below.

Immediately, Georg turned around, a blaster pistol in his hand.

“Vat are you sinking!” he screamed. “You killed Gonsel!” He shot twice at Tom. The Khadrein ran up behind Georg and sunk its’ claws into his back. Georg screamed, twisted around, and shot the Khadrein three times. It thrashed about in death throes. several Olsgomba were smacked by its’ tail and went flying backward through the hole left by Gonsel. The Khadrein thrashed as it dragged Georg through another window. For a second, they hung in space. Then Georg began the journey that Gonsel had completed, wrestling with an enemy all the way down.

“Come on!” Alicia yelled at Tom. His brain was numb. Had he killed Gonsel? Or was it just bad luck? He was barely aware as he followed Alicia to the hole Gonsel had left. Without knowing what he was doing, he jumped.

When he came to his senses, the first thing he noticed was the ground rushing up to him at two hundred kilometers an hour. The change in gravity was making him dizzy. Black spots swam around his vision. He pulled the rip cord.

He was fully unconscious hanging under a blanket of white silk, unable to see the tower, the desert, or the fifty flying aliens heading straight for him.