Well, this is the second story of a three I am making.
I put in a reference to a TV show that I am a fan of. See if you can spot it.
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Constructive criticism welcome.

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Differences
Tharsis region,
Dust,
Kuroari mohole,
Two weeks after the events of Species X.
Pvt. Hansen inspected his shiny new Enforcer™ assault rifle. According to the manual it had heat seeking tungsten tipped bullets.
 
"What a beauty" he said.
Stroking the gun with passion deserved only by a lover.
 
It was a typical day in the complex. Guard the communication building, push some barrels around, trying not to fall into the mohole, Normal!

Unknown to the soldiers guarding the communication building, a creature crept into the building. It put a metal disk a table and shot itself.
Many guards heard the gunshot and ran inside to investigate only to blown away like leaves in a storm after a massive concussion blast. The building´s support´s crumbled and it imploded leaving only a single wall standing.
 
Pvt. Hansen turned on his radio, only for it to be shot by a stray bullet from behind. Hansen knew his guns well. It was from a standard issue EDF pistol. 

"What the hell? What are you shooting at!"
he screamed at the soldier behind him.

 His face turned white. It was an officer. "Well, G´day private."
"Sorry sir, didn´t mean to offend you sir."
"No problem, i´m not in the EDF military."
"But you are wearing an EDF military officers uniform."
"Yup, i´m a colonel but not in the military."
"It doesn´t say you are a colonel."
"Infact, it does say "Colonel" on my uniform. Anyway, i´m from the interplanetary inspection committee and i´m here to investigate claims of people being pushed into a "Hole of misery, death, scientologists and hell"
"The mohole?"
"Is that another name for the "Hole of mis--"."
"Yes, yes, yes. But I really need to go and help clean up the mess from the communication building."
"Oh, alright. Anyway, just to be clear, we changed our name from interstellar inspection committee to interplanetary inspection committee as it turns out we were never traveling between stars at all. G´bye.

As the "Colonel" walked away, Hansen stroked his Enforcer™ assault rifle and walked towards the ruins of the communication building wondering what the hell had just happened.