size dosent matter

They were all asleep except for three of them, they stayed up all night talking and playing poker. Then there was screaming and the ground shuck. Everyone woke up and put on their gear. They grabbed their weapons and ran out of the barracks .1

The three that were playing poker William Jones, Wayne Thompson and Malcom Howard. They were last out strolling as if they thought they were the best. They all grabbed different weapons and gear, Wayne was all camouflaged dressed like a sniper he put grenades on his belt and then put a bullet chain around his shoulder.2

William and Malcom had both picked up an MP40, colt pistol but different clothing, William wore a black jumpsuit and armour on the outside, but Malcom wore big heavy armour and a balaclava there was also a radio on his back.3

They finally went outside when one of the other soldiers they knew shouted “Get over here now, you idiots.” As they ran to him they slid into cover beside Jason the guy they knew, William whispered “what is that thing.” It was an 8ft tall man with muscles the size of a mans head. He was wearing little clothing just a t-shirt and a pair of jeans that were nearly bursting because of his muscles. There was loads of dead soldiers on the ground and on the lookout towers.4

No one knew how he had killed all of the people because he had no weapons but then suddenly he clapped his hands and fire sparked, he held the balls of fire in both of his hands, he hurled them at the barracks.5

The barracks lit up in flames, Jason ran to cover behind a bunch of sandbags William followed. Wayne climbed a rusty old ladder to find a nice high, hidden spot to snipe and try to kill the 8ft man. 6

“Malcom, keep him busy while I try to get a shot in.” Wayne shouted in his American accent. Malcom started to blind fire from behind cover and the 8ft tall man turned his attention to him. Wayne peered through his scope, he aimed for his head, he steadied his hand, put his finger on the trigger and BANG. 7

The 8ft tall man moved out of the way but Wayne still hit him in the shoulder, he staggered and held his shoulder. The blood was seeping through his fingers, but it was black. While he was not paying attention Malcom ran up to him and hit him with his gun in the back. The 8ft man fell to the ground. Wayne pulled the trigger again.8

This time he hit him in the kneecap. “Ahh my leg ahh.” he screamed. Jason, Malcom and William ran up to him. Jason spoke first “what are you, look what you did.” he said in shock. The man answered “I am a Torkon, here to find the Cruxton stone.” In a deep voice. Malcom interrupted “what the hell ,you came here and destroyed are barracks, over a stupid stone.” “Yes that is true but it is my job” replied the Torkon. “I was only passing through when one of your men opened fire, so I defended myself” 9

They talked for a while longer and Malcom and the others found out that the Torkons are a leading tribe from the planet Tortu. They were helping the man to his feet, Wayne threw a medical kit to Jason and he applied some bandages to his shoulder and his knee.10

The Torkon had some big scars on his face and arms and one of his eyes were black, there was also a huge tatoo on his arm it was like a tribal one, it was some sort of animal head with people surrounding it.11

They were asking him his name and how he got here. “My name is Meeda-Ku but people at home call me Me-ku and I got here by my spaceship.” Wayne replied, “but were is your spaceship.” “I have put it near the trucks at the back of the barracks.”