Fun For All The Family

"Okay," said Bjors, passing out weapons to everyone, "that EMP shock took out our Beserkers, but their shielding lasted long enough not to frazzle our guns or power down you 'bots. Unfortunately, we no longer have their protection, so keep quiet and don't do anything stupid."
The group walked warily into the park, empty burger wrappers drifted across desolate queue lines. The group wore holo-camo, and Ship kept pointing her gun everywhere.
"Why is it so quiet?" She whispered.
"I agree," Bjors muttered. "They had the rides going when they... disappeared. There should at least be music, or something."
"This does not bode well," said Pitrak, his volume turned down. Suddenly he half-turned to one of the topiary bushes nearby, gun raised. "Movement!"
The group turned, half-scared. Thjorska crept forward and poked it with his gun. A yellow blur shot out, running straight through the group. A few shot at it, but it was gone in an instant.
"What was that?" One Jotun asked.
"Didn't see," Thjorska said hoarsely. "It was too fast."
"I don't like this," whispered Ship, shaking. "Because it just went through that wall."
"What? Was it a hologram?"
"No, it went through the wall!" Ship whispered harshly, and pointed. There was a large hole in the wall opposite, with black slime still corroding the cheerful red brick.
"Fan out," whispered Thjorska. "Groups of two. Stay alert."

Thjorska and Ship crept under the arch of a roller coaster, hiding in the cover of a low wall. Thjorska took a small bitbug from his pocket and gently rolled it over the ground, then took a controller from his pocket. Carefully, he navigated it around the corner and through the undergrowth. Satisfied, he recalled it and crept forward. Ship hesitated, then followed suit.
"I've been thinking of a name," she whispered, peering into an unused bin.
"Really?" Thjorska replied, scanning the ground for tracks.
"I've been running a search on every single name known in Jotun space."
"And?"
"I can't find one I like."
"Well, make one up," Thjorska said, checking the base of the roller coaster.
"Are you allowed to do that?"
"Yup."
"Yay!" Ship yelled out loud, then clamped a hand over her mouth. "I'm sorry, Thjor-"
She was cut off in mid sentence as a black shadow dropped from the arc of the coaster above, hissing. She fumbled with her gun and tried to shoot, but the creature spewed out boiling mucus onto it, melting the end. Another blast of mucus rooted her feet to the spot. She fluttered her wings in vain, trying to pull her feet out of the grey-green mess.
The creature turned to Thjorska, who had already trained his gun on it. A blast of mucus hit his forceshield, and he smiled.
"Feeling lucky, zeg? I know I am."
The creature made another leap for Ship, who screamed, before a lance of green light split the creature in two. Internal organs landed on the ground with a dull thud, still sizzling from the heat of the blast.
"You saved me!" Ship exclaimed. "I'd hug you, but my feet are still stuck," she grumbled, grabbing her leg and pulling hard. Irritated, she pulled a flamethrower from her back and blasted it, evaporating with the intense heat.
"Darn good thing us robots are solidly built!" She beamed, taking another gun from her back. Thjorska sighed. Not even an experience like that could faze her boundless cheerfulness.
Meanwhile, in one of the numerous gift shops, Bjors and Pitrak crouched behind a big pile of Rivymon plush toys. Pitrak sent a bitbug round the corner and nodded grimly.
"There is something there," he said.
"Shall we waste it?"
"Can't think of any reason not to."
Bjors leapt from behind the plush toys and threw a hand axe at the hunched shadow. Bile green blood sprayed from the wound and it squealed, a noise like fingers being dragged down glass. It turned, and leapt at Bjors, all fangs and claws. The Jotun dodged, but the thing leaped again, screaming again. Pitrak lunged from behind a keyring display and grabbed the creature, snapping it's neck between thick, metal fingers. The creature twitched for a moment, then was still.
"Bjors? Pitrak? I think I killed our mysterious alien," came Thjorska's voice over the comm. They both looked at each other, then at the dead thing still in Pitrak's outstretched arm. Bjors gulped nervously.
"Thjorska? I think we need to talk..." He said, still staring at the face of the creature in Pitrak's hand. It was Mr. Mega-Shujo, the park's happy-happy mascot.

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