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Let there be story!
And there was story.

The worst possible situation to be in, an alpha scrab charging at me, hatchlings circling, and me stuck in the web I set to trap them. I could see no way out.
The alpha scrab hadn’t stopped charging at me just because I was at a disadvantage, oh, no. The thing was still charging at me, jaws gaping, muscles rippling. I could practically see Death right by my side.
I thought I was done for, but then I heard an even worse noise to hear at this moment.
“I found one!” said a voice. It must have been a slig, because then I heard gunfire.
It wasn’t a normal slig gun, because there was just one bullet. It hit the scrab in the torso. The creature slowed and staggered.
It was about a meter away from me when it fell. That much excitement was more than I needed.
The slig was on the elevation above me, but I was at such an angle to it that it couldn’t see me yet. I had to hide myself!
I could think of only one way. I drew back the point of my free arm and slashed myself along my side and hid my paramite face. The hatchlings were on me like a flash.
I couldn’t see, but I heard the slig say “Hatchlings and three corpses! Bonus!”, So my disguise must have paid off.
The slig went off to find others. As soon as I thought it was safe, I started throwing off the hatchlings. Being half-scrab, I healed fast and took a lot of pain, but I didn’t want to be devoured.
I hoped it would take a while for the slig to find someone. Between getting out of my web and fighting off the hatchlings, it took a long time to get out. Afterwards I went around pulling the levers. I was about to leave when I looked back at the tranquilized scrab.
The young scrabs had surrounded it, waiting for it to get up. I felt a pang of sympathy for them. When the alpha scrab was taken away for breeding, they would be too, but for meat. Packed with meat tenderizers and steroids until they were almost adult, to be slaughtered.
I got some web, put it down, and broke open the scab on my side. The hatchlings looked at me, but were more cautious this time. I waited.
Eventually, one of them charged at me. I tore off a bit of web and threw it at the scrab. It wasn’t too far, and got stuck. I carefully plucked it up with one of my arms, covered it in web until only it’s head was visible, and put it in my pack. Rinse and repeated four more times, and I had a shred of scrabs in my pack. I collected some meat from the dead scrab, and then left just as the whirr of mechanical pants began to sound.

There!
I hope you enjoyed yourself.