Fun For All The Family

Thjorska arrived breathless at the tower, pausing to throw a singularity grenade at the advancing army of creatures. It flashed twice before detonating, sucking up hundreds to their deaths. But still the advanced. Ship let off a barrage of incendiary missiles, leaving a wall of burning flame. That gave them enough time to get them ahead by a few more feet.
Already at the tower were the other groups, but already two were missing from their ranks. Thjorska cursed. They were meant to be the best the Military had to offer, but the living tide of these monstrosities couldn't be stopped.
"Fall back! Get into the tower!" Thjorska yelled, hurling a barrage of dragon grenades. The things hovered in the air, spraying flame at the nearest moving targets.
"There's no way in!"
Ship whirled around and fired a missile at the tower wall. The wall cracked and fell, and the Jotun scrabbled over the top of the pile of rubble. The robots established a forcewall and held sustained fire at the creatures, letting Thjorska and the others in before they close the gap and went too. The monsters slammed up against the flickering green wall and screamed, clawing at it in vain.

Inside, the group rested a while, then began to venture deeper within the tower. The walls were pale grey, with lighting so bright it hurt after the dark outside. Whole rooms were filled with ride controls and security systems. All were intact, which Thjorska took as a good sign on a bad day. Floor after floor they climbed, until at last they were at the top, in a circular room with round windows everywhere.
"Think we can signal for pickup from here?" Odan asked, gazing around at the featureless room.
"Yeah," said Bjors, nodding glumly, "but it wouldn't help. The ship would have to land, and those things are down there."
"What can we do?"
Thjorska loaded his gun, leaned out the window, and shot at the black mass below. There was a death cry like a thousand nails being dragged down glass.
"Kill them. All of them. We can't leave until they're all dead. Whatever they are, they must all die. Dead. Not living. Utterly expired." He turned to them, and the light hit his face in a certain way. "Got all that?"
"Absolutely."
"Yes sir."
"No doubt about that."
"Definitely."
"Certainly."
"Of course."
Thjorska shot again, and grinned. "Good."

Meanwhile, Ship was wandering around on her own, and noticed a door in one wall. No-one else could spot it, but she had spent a lot of money on upgrading her body, and her eyes could spot the tiny, minuscule difference in the wall where the door was. She touched it with a delicate finger, and it sprung open. She looked inside.
"Hello?"
The room was a large office, with a large chair behind a wooden desk. As she stepped in further, she could hear the sound of shallow breathing. She could make out a shadow in the chair, and it seemed to be moving. Realising she had left her gun back in the main room, she started for the door, as slowly as possible. The shadow began to move, so she turned and ran.
Everyone turned to look as she dived out of a doorway that hadn't been there when they last looked. She grabbed her gun, pointed it at the door and lay there, breathing heavily. The gun trembled unsteadily, wavering at the chair in the room. There was a small click from inside, and she fired in panic. The bolt of energy hit the ceiling of the office and fizzled out. The figure in the chair stared up at the black mark and shook his head.
"My, my, my. What a horrible mess."
Everyone stared at the room, which was now well-lit, except for Ship, who had shut her eyes in fright.
"Allow me to introduce myself," said the figure. "I am Kajiro Tam'Taern, the owner of this park."

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