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recharger for her suit, it was down to just under three quarter full chare, but she figured with the missing arm it would use less power. Besides, it put a large collector on her back that could get in her way if she needed sudden mobility. Elsa trudged on, climbing over rocks and vegetation that was growing less awe-inspiring to her by the minute.
    She spooked several smaller life forms. Smaller as in not as big as a house, but still often her size or larger. She figured they weren’t meat eaters, they were on four or six legs and seemed more interested in getting away from her than investigating or chewing on her.
    Inside of ninety minutes she approached the entrance to the ravine. She studied it carefully from a concealed position between trees before hopping down to walk into it. Bones, both large and small, littered the ground. She began to question the wisdom of her route but figured her options were limited. Besides, she was so close to her unit — her family — that turning back would have made her want to run and jump off the cliff she’d climbed.
    Elsa slipped through the rocky canyon floor as quietly as possible, gluing herself the shadows of one rocky wall. Occasional alien vegetation managed to eke on an existence by finding a chink in the rock wall or surviving amongst the dirty puddles and patches of dirt the broke up the rocks. She was glad her visor was down and her air recirculated, the piles of bones promised that she was in a very stinky place. She passed through clouds of large insects, doing her best to avoid them. Strange birds, some looking more like lizards with wings, hopped from rock to rock or rib cage to rib cage.
    The ravine widened and the skeletons were mostly left behind. Scattered bones still dotted the trampled earth. A glance to her right helped explain why. A large creature lay on its side, parts of it torn away to leave exposed meat and other less than savory looking parts. Insects and birds flocked above it, trying to get their piece of the feast. Strange yodeling cries kept the birds at bay, as well as the occasional snap of jaws that came too close.
    Elsa stared in horror at the five creatures that gorged themselves on the beast. They were babies, she realized, but they were each nearly as large as she was. Two legged and featherless, they were nevertheless predators like the ones she’d seen stalking the herd of grass grazers on the plain. And where there were babies, she knew there had to be a momma.
     
     
     
     
    Chapter 11
     
    Elsa turned quickly, expecting to stare into the open fanged maw of her imminent demise. Nothing awaited her. She glanced back at the macabre feeding, noting the range at one hundred forty feet. There was room enough for her to pass them by and continue down the pass, but for all she knew this pass was a breeding ground. Or perhaps mama was ahead of her, looking for the next meal.
    Elsa swallowed down the fear in her throat, noting that it tasted a little like bile. So close, she was so damn close! One hundred forty feet, but if she tried to sneak past them it would narrow to less than sixty. They’d be sure to see her and come after her. Even if they weren’t hungry she’d make a great plaything. Then again, judging from the way they were eating she suspected hunger was a constant for them.
    Maybe they’d fall asleep after gorging themselves? That’s what a Marine does when they’re safe and able to enjoy a good meal. What more dangerous predator was there than a Marine? Elsa frowned, suspecting she might have just found the answer to that question.
    This was it then. All or nothing, just like everything else had been on this miserable planet. “Eat this,” she muttered, aiming down her rifle and triggering the first shot.
    It took three shots to drop the first of the four babies. Using the primary fire mode the X109 recycled almost as quickly as she could pull the trigger. In that second of time the first baby carnivore had time to screech