By Metabad
In front of a dark metallic dropship, a group of armoured soldiers dressed in SWAT uniforms stood at attention. The square jawed, burly, muscular drill sergeant addressed them.
"Remember, your mission is to deliver Chemical 482 back to its planet of origin." The Sergeant leered at each and every one of them. "This is solely a recon mission, we do not so much as touch a thing there, or else there will be dire consequences, do you understand me, maggots?"
"Sir, yes sir!" The soldiers shouted.
"I CAN'T HEAR YOU!" The Sergeant yelled.
"SIR, YES SIR!" The Soldiers shouted even louder.
"THAT'S BETTER!" The Sergeant crossed his arms behind his back. "Now, get moving, go go go!"
The men entered the steel ship, a lone scientist joined them, and it took to the skies, blasting off into hyperdrive. They were all in space in what felt like mere seconds. They were all sitting down in seats as the pilot guided the ship.
"So..." One of the soldiers began fiddling around with his weapon while looking at the other. "Some mission, huh Bruce?"
"I thought we weren't supposed to use our real names for this." Bruce said.
"Yeah, but who's gonna notice?" The Soldier shrugged. "It's an odd mission anyway, I mean, why would you get seasoned veterans like us for a glorified delivery job?"
"I dunno, Ralph, why do you think?" Bruce rolled his eyes.
"I mean, it seems like overkill, don't you think? Any schmuck could've done it." The leader of the group pointed at the doorway. "That egghead that came on board? I bet he could've just brought his scientist friends along and taken care of things on his own."
"He was the one who was using these chemicals in his work, of course he'd come on board." Bruce explained. "And besides, it could be dangerous there...he might need backup."
"Tch, a dangerous planet? That uninhabited ball of slime? Yeah, right." Ralph shook his head. "Whatever."
"We're about to make a landing, brace for impact." The pilot said.
The ship descended through the planet's atmosphere, causing the soldiers to feel the turbulence, the ship rocking back and forth upon entry. Finally, they landed on the surface of the planet, the doors of the ship hissed open. In the centre of the room was a large, glowing metal container that seemed to pulse with an otherworldly energy. This was where the chemical was stored.
"This is it," the scientist said, his eyes fixed on the container. "We need to retrieve Chemical 482, put it in its proper place and get out of here." The soldiers formed a protective circle around the scientist as he made his way towards the container. The scientist reached out to grab it and once he got his hands on it quickly loaded it onto a cart, the soldiers disembarked.
The soldiers looked at each other and nodded, they put on their gas masks. With the scientist's help, the soldiers were able to make their way off the ship and onto the planet's surface, where they were immediately met with the daunting challenge of navigating the harsh and unfamiliar landscape. The alien world was a completely barren, desolate wasteland with no visible signs of life. The men then proceeded to unload the cargo and stepped out of the ship. The air was thick with a noxious gas, making it hard to breathe. There were no plants, no animals, nothing. There were only hills and mountains in all directions. The sky was a dull shade of brown, and the ground was covered with a thick green sludge-like substance.
"Is this...?" Ralph asked.
"It's not some godforsaken wasteland is it?" Bruce muttered, taking a look around as he walked.
