"You have to kill it before it lays more eggs." A course voice whispered over Jim's phone. 

Lieutenant Smith stood before us, his fellow crew mates of the mercenary spaceship The Lord's Scythe. We were recently paid by a scientist's guild based in Europa to transport a large steel crate to Earth, but what we didn't know was that they were smuggling one of the icy planet's natives. 

Because of Europa's vast quantities of water, a growing number of people thought that it might contain life, but I never believed it. Until now. Now. Now, the monster had broken out of its cage, and was building a nest somewhere on board the ship. 

Jim, the ship's tech expert, yelled into his phone. "Why did not tell us that you were hiring us to- to trans- to transport something this dangerous!?" There was no response. "Damn it!" Jim slammed it onto the floor with a loud crack that echoed through the hall. "It's out of batteries!"

"Quiet!"

A loud splat hit the floor in the middle of our small circle, and I looked down to see a small puddle of drool. I don't even want to look up. Hanging from the ceiling was a newborn Europan. It hissed loudly at us, flickering its bulbous eyes back and forth as if trying to decide who to kill first, and for a moment everyone stood there, dumbstruck. 

"Well don't wait for it to kill us!" Jim, pulled something from his shirt pocket and lunged, sticking his ballpoint pen deep into its left eye.