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Humans are weird: Space Werewolf

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“You can buy something or leave,” the barkeep shouted at the figures standing in the doorway, “but you aren’t heat.”

The trio figures hovering at the doorway looked around the room once more and then entered. All of them wore long cloaks that hid most of their features. Two of them went to the back of the bar and sat at a table facing the door while the third went over to the counter.

“A minute longer and I’d have pulled out my gun.” The barkeep remarked with a smirk as the figure stopped opposite him. They pulled back their hood to reveal their face and the barkeep’s eyes widened for a moment in surprise.

“A human,” the barkeep remarked as he pulled out a special bottle from beneath the counter, “I think this bottle of rum is still good.”

The human looked at the bottle and nodded as the barkeep began filling up three glasses. When he finished he waited for a moment before the human took the meaning and tossed several coins over to him. “Send the rest to my friends and keep them coming.”

“Whatever you say, so long as you keep the coins coming.” The barkeep waved one of his waiters over who carried the other two drinks to the human’s companions.

“You don’t seem surprised to see us.” The human said as he took the first glass and downed it.

The barkeep shrugged. “You’d be surprised what kind of traffic my humble establishment brings in, Mr…?”

“Hooper.” The human replied as he took his drink and swirled it in his hand. He looked up from his drink and took another glance around the room.

“Have you seen any other humans come by here?” Hooper asked. The barkeep smiled and smoothed down his back quills. For all their bluster, humans were some of the worst people to hide their intentions.

“I may have, but I see a lot of people.”

The human reached into their pocket and tossed several more coins on to the table. The barkeep scooped them up and grinned.

“Now that you mention it, there has been a human who frequents here recently; comes in every night after work shifts end.”

If this was the answer the human wanted they gave no sign. Instead they reached into a different pocket and pulled out a data pad. They keyed in several runes before spinning it around for the barkeep to see. “Is this them?”

Leaning closer, the picture on the data pad was that of another human. A female, if the barkeep had to guess; but then again all humans looked the same to him. She had shoulder length hair, a few patches of freckles here and there, and a small scar on the right corner of her mouth.

“That’s her.” The barkeep said as he went back to pouring another glass for Hooper. “Never met a human so friendly with aliens, but she certainly made herself a spot in town.”

Hooper set down the data pad at the barkeeps chuckling statement and looked him in the eye. “Why do you say that?”

The barkeep shrugged. “I’m not one for gossip, but I heard she has been making some very “special” friends all over town since she arrived; if you know what I mean.” He took a look around before leaning over to Hooper and whispered “I hear she likes to bite them during her throws of passion.”

Hooper’s hands were around the barkeeps collar in a flash and he all but lifted the poor alien across the bar as if he weighed nothing.

“What did you say?!”

The barkeep stammered in Hooper’s grasp as his other two companions stood from their table and joined their leader. “What’s wrong?” one of them asked, but Hooper kept his gaze fixed on the barkeep.

“I would answer him if you enjoy your head being attached to your shoulders.” the other human asked as the fumbling barkeep’s hands did little to free himself from Hooper’s grip.

“All I said was she liked to bite during-“

Hooper let go of the barkeep and he fell hard to the ground behind the counter as he turned to converse with his companions. “If she has been spreading her curse every night since her arrival…” one of the still hooded humans began. “We should not panic,” the other cut in, “we still don’t know if it can affect non-humans.”

“We may be too late.” Hooper finished.

The sound of a powering up plasma caster made the trio turn around to see the barkeep back on their feet and pointing their weapon at the three of them.

“You get out of my bar or I will use your blood to varnish my floors!” they announced loudly. The other patrons of the bar watched on in silence at the standoff, none daring to move for fear of what would happen next.

Hooper slowly turned back around to the barkeep and kept his voice level. “Listen to me very carefully;” he began in a solemn tone, “everyone in this town is in grave danger.”

As the plasma caster reached full power and chimed the barkeep kept moving it back and forth between the three of them in an attempt to cover them all. “You’re the only ones in danger here, now get out!” the barkeep replied unconvinced.

“Very well.” Hopper said as he held his hands up to show he was no threat. “Just answer one last question and you’ll not see us again.”

“I said-“ the barkeep began but Hooper cut him off.

“One. Question.” He said slowly. “That is all.”

The barkeep pondered in silence as the plasma caster hummed rhythmically. It felt like an eternity before he relented and nodded to Hooper. “Fine; one question and then you leave!”

“When is your next full moon?” Hooper asked.

Whatever the barkeep had been expecting this certainly wasn’t it. “What stupid question is that?” Hooper remained stone faced but said nothing.

“The next full moon is tonight.” The barkeep replied, and then motioned to the door with his weapon. “Now get out of my-“

“ARAAHGGHA!!!!”

Screams from the corner of the bar drew the attention of the three humans and the barkeep as a patron who had been silently cowering under his table began screaming loudly. They were an Iso, a mantis like alien species roughly human size but retaining many of the insect like qualities.

Stumbling out from underneath their table they cradled their head between their forewings as they screamed endlessly. Tables and chairs were knocked out of their way as they stumbled sending glasses shattering everywhere.

The barkeep watched on in silence as the Iso finally stopped near the center of the room; their body jerking and twisting violently. The forewings began seemingly splintering as a second set of them ripped away from the originals and flailed about wildly. Bumps and growths appeared all over their chest as it expanded outward giving the Iso a sudden three foot height increase with their head now bumping into the ceiling. Worst yet and most confusing were the clumps of black fur appearing around the joints of the Iso where their exoskeleton did not cover them.

Without warning or hesitation Hooper reached beneath his cloak and pulled out a weapon of his own and fired it at the Iso. His shot was true and it hit center mass, but whatever ammunition he had been using harmlessly bounced off the exoskeleton of the Iso and ricocheted back behind the bar mere inches from the barkeep’s head.

“Frak!” Hooper shouted, tossing the weapon aside. “They bounced off!” They turned to their companions who were already spreading out in the bar surrounding the Iso. One of them pulled out a short barreled plasma caster of their own and fired it. The ball of plasma rolled through the air like a baseball before hitting the Iso in the chest much like the previous projectile had, only this time the Iso screamed out in pain as a portion of the exoskeleton melted away.

The reprieve was short lived though as no sooner had the exoskeleton cooled did it begin to reform itself. In an instant the damage that had been done had all but been erased; and the Iso finally stopped screaming and looked down with pure rage at the humans trying to kill them.

A set of forewings lashed out turning tables and chairs into a shower of deadly splinters straight into the human with the plasma caster. They had just enough time to raise an arm to protect their face but couldn’t stop the rest from impacting their body. They stumbled back as a table leg lodged itself into their leg, dropping the plasma caster as they used their hands to stabilize themselves.

Before the Iso could rush the downed human Hooper rushed in and lashed out at it with a mace of some kind. The sound of cracking exoskeleton could be heard as the Iso let out another cry of pain before back handing Hooper and sending him flying into the barkeep.

The two fell hard to the floor as bottles fell around them showering them in glass and cheap liquor. “What the hell is going on here!?!?” the barkeep shouted as he dropped his gun and tried to push Hooper off of him. The pair struggled for a few seconds as each tried to rise at the same time and only got in each other’s way. Finally Hooper got to his feet and peered over the counter to see his companions still duking it out with the monstrous Iso.

“They’re infected.” Hooper said calmly as he pulled a small satchel out. He flipped it open quickly and selected several strange vials to begin mixing.

“Infected with what?!” The barkeep asked in disbelief as he joined Hooper in peering over the counter just in time to see one of the humans pick up a chair and bring it down hard on the Iso’s legs. The Iso screeched and dropped down while the other human ran forward, now wearing a metallic glove of some sort, and proceeded to smash the Iso’s face in with a rapid fire of punches.

“Lycanism.” Hooper replied calmly. “We used to have it under control on our homeworld, but as soon as space travel was discovered the infected began wandering across the galaxy.”

“You had this under control?!” The barkeep shouted in disbelief as they ducked just in the nick of time to avoid another shower of splinters. Hooper shrugged. “It was easier when it was just humans being infected.”

Hooper added the final ingredient and the new concoction glowed with an eerie green glow. “Thankfully this should take care of the problem.”

A sudden noise from the other side of the bar made Hooper and the barkeep look to see several of the other patrons who had been cowering now begin screaming and clutching their head just like the Iso had done moments before.

“How many partners did the woman have?” Hooper asked as he quickly started mixing several more vials of contents.

“I-I-I’d say half the town.” The barkeep stammered as he watched several patrons deforming in violent ways and begin to be enveloped by the same black fur. Hooper grunted and worked faster.

This night was far from over for the hunters, and they had yet to even find their original prey.

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