The First Off-World Settlers

You are one of the first off-world settlers to arrive on the New Planet: Serpentis. It once took decades to get to the Shyrofor System. Now, thanks to the first Trans Horizon Ring Unit (THRU Ring), your trip took only a matter of weeks. You’ve chosen to live in Oringul: the Spaceport city. The same city where you first set foot on Serpentis. The natives here are very friendly and... robust. There will be many challenges ahead: the sun never sets, the people here don't have the same biological requirements as you, the food is strange, and the technology isn’t quite as advanced as what is available back home on Ethiea. You have to make do with the goods and supplies you can get here. Trading between the two planets is still in its infancy. But at least some things remind you of home.
The language is interesting. Hopefully you can pick up some more words soon. For now, at least you can ask for the bathroom or where a good place to eat is. But as you do learn the language and admire the beautiful blue landscape, architecture, and culture, you notice a large round object has emerged from the horizon. That must be the big moon you’d once heard about. Day by day, the moon crawls ever closer toward the bright double-sun. The blue vegetation around you slowly turns black and the sky is dulled and dark. Despite the encroaching darkness, the world around you is just as soon illuminated in colorful patterns of bioluminescence. Even the people sport glowing eyes and markings. But they're nervous. Why are they nervous? Heavily plated guards, whom you’d only seen on occasion, now patrol the cities in greater numbers. Many warn you to stay within the city. In the news this morning, you read that the SkyWay has been shut down and the infant Spaceport here is no longer bringing in or sending out ships for some fifty days. So much for your plans to visit your friend in Thess next week.
The people around you still seem so nervous. It's a wonder that they aren't bothered at all by the great darkness that surrounds you. Albeit it's not as dark with all the beautiful glow. Still, the world around you is only somewhat distinguishable. The sounds are much different. You miss the happy trill of the creatures some time ago, never mind the brilliant blues. Now the air is filled with strange bellows and groans off in the distance, and only the occasional tweet or squeak of a strange bird.
You'd learned sometime ago that every Winter a slew of monsters crawl from the dark side of the planet. On your own planet, there was no such thing. What a silly concept. Surely they had to be some variety of animal that the people had a history for fearing. There’s no such thing as demons and evil monsters. … Right? You were heading home from work later that day. It'd be an alright day. You had a family to return to and these times seemed to be rather difficult with the lack of your familiar produce. What was in season during the sunshine period was now hard to come by and had been replaced by stranger sorts of produce and proteins. But the woven baskets of ingredients you now carried would have to do. Hopefully soon this looming darkness would pass.
A thundering, bloodcurdling gurgle sent a chill up your spine. You were frozen. The townsfolk around you seemed to know something was wrong and they scattered. They ran for cover. You dropped your baskets and ran. And none the sooner did an enormous object galumph into the very courtyard and smash the baskets you stood by just moments before. Its red, pupil-less eyes dripped with orange goo and a purple haze wafted from its toothy maw. Spines protruded from its shoulders and a hefty flat tail swung, smashing wood workings to splinters about it. It stood on four legs like logs and the beast parted its maw to release a horrific gargle of a cry.
It charged and was now running after you and your stampede of terrified townsfolk. Its footsteps thundered behind you. A rock caught your foot and you collapsed and turned to face the monster with eyes wide. Then a blast of bluish plasma cut the beast short of its prize. It stumbled about then tripped and slid into the gravel, leaving a scar into the dirt road beneath it. Plated guards surrounded it, and only moments after, their weapons tore its skull open, leaving it to loll its eyes and tongue about before going still and silent.