the Gray because it didn’t have a translator yet.
“You will, or you will not be allowed out of that room.”
“Bullshit , Captain. If you keep me here, where will you transport the new arrivals? We both know you’re bluffing. Remember that I know all about you and your people. You can’t fool me.”
The captain shook his head and said, “Do it or else I’ll forcibly remove large chunks of your DNA and then shoot the rest of you out into space.”
The Gray said, “We both know I can understand what you say and vice versa. You’re wasting my time with this and insulting my intellect.”
The captain relented and said, “Fine, take the pills and expel your waste. I will send someone down to restrain you shortly and put you into stasis.”
“Is the stasis pod for my kind fixed already? I heard it was damaged enough to allow my friend to escape.” The Gray said it with barely disguised arrogance, peppered with a hint of pride.
The captain mumbled to Chris, “Those fuckers know how to communicate better than any other species in the universe. I can’t believe he already knows about that.”
Chris said, “Is that how they found us so easily?”
“Of course. But who knows how much info that escapee was able to glean before he took off. Who knows how much knowledge he’s already passed along to this one . We need to be vigilant. This Gray probably knows as much as we do about this ship and this mission.”
The Gray ate his pills and then squatted, staring straight into the camera defiantly.
Anger Issues
When the captain ordered him to go and fetch the Gray, Chris argued with him. “Can’t you knock him out first?”
“Sedatives don’t work on his race. Don’t second -guess my orders again. Who do you think you are: my first mate?”
The first m ate chuckled at that, and Chris slumped off down the long corridor to fetch the scariest living creature in the known universe.
The door to the holding cell opened just as he reached it and the Gray stepped towards him.
It said insultingly, “You cowards with your mechanical bodies make me sick. If you’re going to go traipsing through the universe, at least have the guts to risk your own skin.”
Chris said, “I’m not actually one of them. I’m a human being from a planet called Earth.”
“Ah, an Earthling? We’ve scouted your planet. I’m a little surprised you were selected to become a part of their little experiment. The last I heard , you didn’t measure up.”
Chris was upset for the hundredth time. These fricking aliens all had superiority complexes.
T o wound the Gray, angrily he said, “Well this unworthy Earthling just destroyed your ship and several others.”
The Gray stared hard into his single robotic eye. It said, “Your mech no doubt did most of the work.”
“That’s not what I’ve been told. I’m told that I took to it like a duck to water.” He had no idea if the analogy would translate, but it apparently had because the Gray said, “Your people are a bunch of maniacal, homicidal barbarians. I’m not surprised you excelled at murder.”
Chris grabbed the Gray by its scrawny neck and said, “I was only told to do the job. I chose to enjoy the work all by myself.”
The Gray struggled so Chris squeezed tighter and dragged his spindly body along the corridor as they were bombarded by all the normal cleansing agents.
Once inside the command station, the captain yelled at him. “Let it go and get your anger under control, Earth-man.”
Chris let Gray’s neck go and he felt its body fall at his feet.
The captain said, “If I wanted it dead I would’ve just killed it myself.”
Chris looked down and saw that the Gray was laying there, lifeless. He panicked because he didn’t know he possessed cruelty like that. Killing was becoming second nature to him. What did that say about him? What did it say about the alien mech he was inside? Was it designed to make him a murderer or was he supplying that part of
“You will, or you will not be allowed out of that room.”
“Bullshit , Captain. If you keep me here, where will you transport the new arrivals? We both know you’re bluffing. Remember that I know all about you and your people. You can’t fool me.”
The captain shook his head and said, “Do it or else I’ll forcibly remove large chunks of your DNA and then shoot the rest of you out into space.”
The Gray said, “We both know I can understand what you say and vice versa. You’re wasting my time with this and insulting my intellect.”
The captain relented and said, “Fine, take the pills and expel your waste. I will send someone down to restrain you shortly and put you into stasis.”
“Is the stasis pod for my kind fixed already? I heard it was damaged enough to allow my friend to escape.” The Gray said it with barely disguised arrogance, peppered with a hint of pride.
The captain mumbled to Chris, “Those fuckers know how to communicate better than any other species in the universe. I can’t believe he already knows about that.”
Chris said, “Is that how they found us so easily?”
“Of course. But who knows how much info that escapee was able to glean before he took off. Who knows how much knowledge he’s already passed along to this one . We need to be vigilant. This Gray probably knows as much as we do about this ship and this mission.”
The Gray ate his pills and then squatted, staring straight into the camera defiantly.
Anger Issues
When the captain ordered him to go and fetch the Gray, Chris argued with him. “Can’t you knock him out first?”
“Sedatives don’t work on his race. Don’t second -guess my orders again. Who do you think you are: my first mate?”
The first m ate chuckled at that, and Chris slumped off down the long corridor to fetch the scariest living creature in the known universe.
The door to the holding cell opened just as he reached it and the Gray stepped towards him.
It said insultingly, “You cowards with your mechanical bodies make me sick. If you’re going to go traipsing through the universe, at least have the guts to risk your own skin.”
Chris said, “I’m not actually one of them. I’m a human being from a planet called Earth.”
“Ah, an Earthling? We’ve scouted your planet. I’m a little surprised you were selected to become a part of their little experiment. The last I heard , you didn’t measure up.”
Chris was upset for the hundredth time. These fricking aliens all had superiority complexes.
T o wound the Gray, angrily he said, “Well this unworthy Earthling just destroyed your ship and several others.”
The Gray stared hard into his single robotic eye. It said, “Your mech no doubt did most of the work.”
“That’s not what I’ve been told. I’m told that I took to it like a duck to water.” He had no idea if the analogy would translate, but it apparently had because the Gray said, “Your people are a bunch of maniacal, homicidal barbarians. I’m not surprised you excelled at murder.”
Chris grabbed the Gray by its scrawny neck and said, “I was only told to do the job. I chose to enjoy the work all by myself.”
The Gray struggled so Chris squeezed tighter and dragged his spindly body along the corridor as they were bombarded by all the normal cleansing agents.
Once inside the command station, the captain yelled at him. “Let it go and get your anger under control, Earth-man.”
Chris let Gray’s neck go and he felt its body fall at his feet.
The captain said, “If I wanted it dead I would’ve just killed it myself.”
Chris looked down and saw that the Gray was laying there, lifeless. He panicked because he didn’t know he possessed cruelty like that. Killing was becoming second nature to him. What did that say about him? What did it say about the alien mech he was inside? Was it designed to make him a murderer or was he supplying that part of
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