Knockout smiled, looking down at the human below him. He knelt slowly, trying not to frighten his small prisoner.
"Hello there, little one. Can you understand me?"
"Yep. Loud and clear, creep. Although I really don't want to."
The creature was surprisingly loud for such a tiny thing. Knockout's smile faltered, but then he laughed good-naturedly. "It's alright. I can understand why you might be confused."
"I'm not confused. I'm just really mad, con. And if I don't get answers right now, guess who's gonna get it?"
Knockout could tell his laughter was aggravating the poor thing, and he tried to hold it in as best as he could. "No one here is going to hurt you. We're just looking for information. Can you remember anything?"
"You know what? I'm tired of talking to you." The human appeared to turn and try to crawl away from him, in spite of its extensive injuries.
Knockout rolled his optics. "Sheesh. So much for the good-cop approach." He scooped the fleshy alien up with ease and strode from the room, wiping the moist mist from his headlights.
His captive squirmed, screamed, and acted like a complete sparkling. Knockout wasn't really surprised. They all acted very…small. Knockout snickered at his little joke, and squeezed without thinking. The human squeaked in pain and lay still. Knockout cursed in the language of the Primes, and examined his patient with care. Nothing seemed to be broken, but his sensors had noticed a strange difference in temperature. Knockout fixed his optics on a glint of silver. Was it a weapon?
No. It was something very, very different.
Knockout's mouth fell open, and he reached for his com link instantly.