Online Writing Session: Deacon and the droids on LV-223

LV-223, was once a very nice outpost for some, easy orbital insertion, and weather was somewhat mild compared to other dust bowls. I knew about the Engineers and their little pet projects but like all things, one treads lightly around arrogant beast like them... and when they messed up one of their chemistry experiments... well things cooled down for a time ...until the earth life forms showed up... they rushed around and then BAM, explosions and then nothing... that’s where I come in... LV-223 was still a predictable habitable planetoid... with very little wild life to speak of... except for one lone being... I felt sorry for it... it wandered around exploring all of the Engineers facilities... and finally took up residence in the life boat that was left behind by the humans. and that is when my sensors picked up a new vessel entering orbit... similar class as the other Earth vessel... mmm different configuration. As it landed, my curiosity got the better of me and I found myself face to face with the deacon being... after some verbal exchanges, Deacon knew I was of the same family as he was, thus began our partnership so to speak... a very curious event to be sure. We both sensed the black omen that was orbiting the planetoid, and braced for the unexpected. ... soon the roar of engines could be heard. The tiny speck grew in size until it landed not far from the original site of the former earth beings landing area. As they grew closer, they all seemed similar... not like a biped similar, but very similar in facial features... Seven beings, with sample containers and testing equipment of some kind. As they approached the first "Temple of Creation," Deacon said that even if they did secure the "The Blackness" that was stored there... containing it would be problematic.. without the Engineers knowledge they would infect all that came into contact with it... synthetic or organic... all would be changed...forever. Deacon watched... with the patience of a lethal animal... watching... waiting... gauging... readying itself. The beings now were well within our sight... Deacon had not seen these creatures before but they seemed un-alive, and cold. They acted like they knew this area, entering the "Temple of Creation" without any hesitation, a business-like manner all of them had...too perfect they were. We followed, but knew that they would sense us.... must not let them achieve their goal.... Deacon knew instinctively that the "The Blackness was still very active in the Facility, and did not venture too close for fear of more mutation and disfigurement... Nature has a way, and at times its intent is brutal and emotionless in its effort to create... These creatures roamed the Temple, collecting, testing... and touching everything within reach... a most curious band of thieves they are... Not fully understanding their purpose or the consequences of their actions, these puppets moved about with such evil intent... Deacon is a product of the Engineers, a life created... but not fully understood... he thinks, and feels... but these are utterly alien. As I watch, I soon understood the larger picture, these creatures were going to bring back to their masters "The Spirit of the Gods." Gathering "The Blackness" in reactionary containers, these creatures were finishing their first day’s work... looking pleased with their duties... filling out of the Temple one by one… smug looks all they had, singular agenda’s they all shared. And that is when Deacon moved... aliens of his grade were made to for one thing... utter destruction and death. I should mention that Deacon stands around 3 meters, bristling with strength and speed unlike any living creature before it. He moved with grace and precision, like a scalpel, the sun glistening off it's beautiful bluish black body. Each step towards those damnable creatures...each meter covered towards retribution... His body moved with the engine of hate, an instinctive fire that jetted him towards the off-worlders... these creatures. Within seconds they were dispatched, plumbs of white liquid exploding in the sun's glare... oh so beautiful this hate, this machine of vengeance... leaping from one thing to another… a misty white cloud was soon the only visible remains of these creatures. ... watching this... I knew I was a witness to a war... a Holy War that would span light-years of space , death would be the final outcome... God Help Us All.