Slix Institute of Science

Hive Planet of Chrysalia

Human year 2599

With the specimen secure on the exam table, Therx whipped out her Telepathic Communicator (TPC) and selected "Aeiorn."

"This is Orn."

"Hey, Therx calling, I need you to port in ASAP."

"No can do, Therx, I'm tracking the meteorites from that cluster of asteroids."

"Guess what?"

Aeiorn, a Beheeyem, was telepathic, and instantly detected what the microbiologist was thinking.

"No. Way. In. Spectra."

Therx's whiskers wiggled, the wimpodian equivalent of an ear-to-ear grin.

Davidson came to in a stark white, hexagonal room on some kind of exam table. The demon shrimp (for lack of a better word) was standing off to one side, staring at a glowing crystal on the floor. Davidson soon came to a humiliating realization: He was stark naked. Face burning, he covered himself as best he could. Suddenly, the floor crystal glowed a blinding pink, and a strange shape materialized. It was humanoid, but its limbs seemed underdeveloped, likely unused. Its head was huge, and it hovered above the ground, its piercing green eyes cutting into him like daggers.

Aeiorn asked "Have you run the REM tests?"

"Yes. 86% chance of sentience." came Therx's reply.

"Alright, lets see if I can't download a language."

Davidson tried to run, but was strapped down and could only watch as the green light flooded his field of view. His years of school, English class specifically, flashed through his head. And then it was over. He was in a cold sweat, and his head was spinning.

Then the Floating thing spoke. In English. Without a mouth.

"Greeting," it said, in a robotic monotone.

Sgt. Daniel Davidson spluttered.

"You speak my language?"

"Downloaded 12.379 seconds ago."

"What are you?" He asked, in shock.

"Aeiorn, Beheeyem, native to Gas Giant Illusio, Ransei System, communications expert."

"What is that thing?" he asked again, gesticulating towards the Demon Shrimp

"Therx of Clan Slix, Wimpodian, Native to terrestrial planet Chrysalia, Ransei system, Microbiologist."

"Can I have some clothes?"

The green eyes flickered, as if processing.

"You are self Conscious of your exposed genitalia."

"You could say that, yes."

"Acknowleged. Request accepted. Summoning Garments."

What appeared to be a massive, juvenile insect wrapped in leaves entered, gawked at Davidson, and quickly spun a white pair of boxer briefs out of a white secretion from its mandibles. Daniel's restraints released, and he donned the shorts.

"I will now transfer the Basic language of this solar system into your hippocampus, so that you may converse with any and all of its native inhabitants."

The green glow filled his vision once more. Strange symbols, sounds and sensations flooded his mind, but eventually the formulated into a whole new language within his mind. In this new language, which seemed second nature to him, the "Beheeyem," as it was called, spoke again.

"Thank the legends. I do hate talking like a computer."

"Hello there, little mammal." The Demon Shrimp, which apparently was known as a Wimpodian, relayed in a voice that sounded like a cross between a death metal band and a bottlenose Dolphin.

"Now that we know each other a little more, we have got a few questions for you."

Howdy Folks! Sorry for not posting in a while. I was trying to formulate characters for this chapter. I think I'm going to start a new character arc next chapter. Let me know what you would like to see in the future. Thanks!