Resistance is Futile, Oblivion is Inevitable

Shadows and Darkness

Scuttling behind me, movement in front of me, before I even knew what was in here with me, it had got me cornered. The cover of darkness around me gave me nothing to work with. No idea of any potential advantages or disadvantages. I got into a defensive stance, hoping they would come from in front of me where I may be able to hold them off a little before they decimated me. That was when I heard something behind me. A reverberating wooden tap every few seconds getting closer and closer. I turned, hoping I wouldn't be instantly ripped apart by whatever surrounded me. I saw a dark shape getting closer. It looked almost human-like, but where one arm should be was a long leg, slightly extended further towards me. As it got closer, the shape looked more and more human-like until it stepped out of the shadows. It was a woman. Roughly 60 or so years old. The third leg was her holding a D.I.Y walking stick. She was short, looked like she was Japanese and wore clothes unlike any I've ever seen. Very clean, fluorescent and patterns all over it. She approached until she was about a metre away. It all makes sense now I thought to myself, that is until I realised I was still surrounded. Were they people? Maybe creatures native to Juxsta? Maybe even some sort of alien race?
"Welcome, Child of Earth. Why do you come here?" She said in a croaky voice, like she hadn't spoken in years.
"We crashed about a mile away. I'm here to get supplies." I replied. She looked almost confused. She pulled out a Japanese to English dictionary from one of her four pockets she had in her trousers. After reading for about ten seconds, she looked content.
She replied "How's your ship?" Looking curious and, for a moment, a hint of hope flashed across her face.
"Wrecked. We're stuck" I replied.
"We?" She asked.
"Yeah. There are five or six of us." I said.
"Well, I can't help if I'm here. いこう！" She said.
"What?"
"It means let's go. Maybe I'll teach you someday."
"Maybe you will, but that doesn't change the fact that we're surrounded. Mind telling me what we're surrounded by?"
"In English, they don't have a name. In Japanese, they're known as 想い出."
"And roughly what are they?"
"Predators. Hunters. Without a leader, savages. With a leader, the best army ever created. In the wrong hands, they could destroy a galaxy. Well, that is if their leader's any good with strategic analysis, planning for the unexpected, and just generally good at war. Ahcarap was the perfect example of what happens when you slip up. He went out, a promising new leader, and never came back."
"Ahcarap?"
"Again, maybe I'll teach you someday. First Japanese, then this planet's history."
"Sounds good. いこう!" I say before we leave to find my friends. It seems like the 想い出, as she called them, had already gone, possibly scouting up ahead, or maybe just hiding in the cracks of the cave. Either way, they weren't bothering me.