[b]Colony 257[/b]

 Weird night...it was all normal for the inn keeper in this small town, now he's meeting these alien species, the Earth Alliance species.

"er..what species is that?" he asked, only to be answered by his wife's loud shriek from outside. She ran inside from her late night walk, obviously creeped out from something. 

"What. the hell!" she shouted, only to be led to another room by the man. Then a draconian entered the room, to the man's shock. He turned to the human, obviously in a bad state, and back at the official. "Keep your low for now, you're welcome anywhere in the colony unless the military finds you". He gave them a key to a room, somewhere far enough away from any other person, and continued his night as if nothing had happened.

Meanwhile:

"What do you want" asked the father. The stranger laughed "you know.."

"My wife is dead, I can't. I won't"

"perhaps you don't understand what happens if we don't have enough people for this-"

"Listen, I can't help, I have to already fend for 3 kids".

"Dad!" cried the kid. He seemed to be in a state of panic, but more importantly, he was holding a rifle. The father looked at the stranger, who pushed the dad down and pulled out a knife, he turned to the boy, and grabbed him, holding the knife right up to his throat.

"Talk to me when you change your mind" the stranger said. He opened the door and ran out, leaving two other men to enter the room. The father grabbed the rifle and head butted the first one, then shot the other. Out ran the father, aiming the rifle blankly in diferent directions. Then he screamed some non sense and ran downtown. 

Sometime later he ran down to a pub, having some party over someones birthday. He quickly walked inside, gun slinged behind himself and hidden. Walking up to the bartender, he said "Have you seen a man and a boy in here? Boy was a...bright domi, blond fur, bout 5 feet 2?"

"No, we've been looking at other stuff, lately" said the bartender. Weird responce. He seemed to be focusing more on a glass he was polishing.

"Listen, please..I need your help, Kal" said the father.

"What now, Kent, lost a job again? You're never good at keeping 'em"

"They took Lenn..." said the father. The bartender dropped the glass he was polishing, at turned to meet his stare. "They can't have, we told them not here, not now. The Saints took (he looked around a little before saying his name) Lenn?" There was no responce by the father, just continoius sobbing.

"Meet me outside in thirty minutes, I'm gonna have the men ready in a jiffy. Let's get those fuckers".