So I did a thread requesting ideas for stories on the old forum; found this one which is kinda funny.

He looked down at the amassed army in front of him. The scorpion-like creatures, with sharp claws and even sharper teeth. Their weird, deformed, sack-like heads bowed in reverence towards him.

He Yapped. Beckoning his warriors to fight, the humans that had for so long abandoned him were returning en-mass to wreak havoc on him and his new black, hideous friends. They started to move out. A horde of the monstrosities climbing over one another to do their masters bidding, scrambling to get out the hive and destroy the foreign invaders for their new queen: Mr Wiggles.

They killed, dismembered and annihilated the incompetent invading forces. Mr Wiggles wormed his way through the Nexus, his little paws making a pitter-patter as he walked past the bloody battleground, leaving bloody paw-prints as he went. Sniffing at the corpses that had tried to massacre his underlings. He looked at each butchered cadaver, searching for treats to satiate his growing desire for food. He emitted a bark that only a corgi could manage - weak and inoffensive- and beckoned his underlings to return to him. They were going to take the fight to the horrid humans.

He booped his snout on the control console for the dropship that the humans had foolishly left behind. The cockpit was filled with mutilated corpses, blood was caked thick on the walls. It smelt like death and cordite. The whispy trails of smoke from hot barrels could still be seen, a brutal reminder of the savagery this young pup has caused today. But he must push onwards. He yapped again, calling his hive onto the shuttle as the engines flared as the rumbling got louder and louder. In a few short minutes, they were already on their way towards the Almayer.

Due to the fact he was a corgi. He could not pilot a dropship that well, as hard as the little pup tried to successfully land on the ship, his little paws didn't have the dexterity to deliver his death machines unto the unwitting crew of the Almayer. But he did manage to crash land. Slamming the dropship right into the Almayer's bridge. The dozens in the CIC were slaughtered immediately. The shrieking and screaming of the doomed souls cut its way through the ship, demoralizing all that heard the horrid death throes. As the slaughter was going on, Mr Wiggles innocently walked through the CIC: Wagging his little tail as he did. His paws made the all too familiar pitter-patter sounds, although some sloshing could be heard as the pup waded through puddles of blood from the massacre he had caused. He finally reached the command console of the ship. While the screams of the rest of the unfortunate crew could be heard, he paid them no attention. As he sat in the commander's chair and started to use his short little snout to direct the Almayer to the next planet of unsuspecting victims on his crusade of puppy vengeance.