We merely sought peace, but the Foreign Ones did not welcome us with hospitality. The first of them, reeking of fear and blatant curiosity, looked at us as if we were unworthy creatures—when it was they who fit that description in the end. The Foreigners' strange looks did not offend me, as others might believe; it was their actions that caused their ruin. Thinking they understood us and that we would adapt to their ways, they approached us with the mindset of conversion. I could see it in their eyes. They wanted to dissect our being, force their rules and ways upon us. Due to this, peace was no longer possible, nor was understanding. Our cosmic brethren were too different, after all.
After dealing with initial foolery of the Foreign Ones, the second impediment of this Land dealt with the unique distribution of weight. It felt odd against my skin, and I knew that I could not function as I would in the Homeland. I had to deal with the Foreign Ones, but it was difficult to maneuver my appendages. I only hoped that the Heat-Ray functioned.
A buzz, a flash, searing heat—the Foreign Ones were turned into a blistering mess of flesh. They lived no more, and the Heat-Ray proved to be most effective. Next, I planned to call for the others. The beings of this Land needed to learn respect. If they possessed it, then perhaps we could have worked towards peace.
Our metallic canisters spiraled into the Land. Steel legs, Heat-Rays, and blackened smoke were used to subdue the areas surrounding our central location. A strange ramming device, created by the Foreign Ones, managed to attack one of my own, but more of my people were coming.
They cannot prevent this from happening. They cannot truly escape. We will take over this Land.