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"The alien is giv-giving me very import-tant information." Cotrin insisted.
"It's a cold-blooded murderer!" snapped a younger man. "One of those blood-sucking hell cats killed my pal and took my left arm!"
"B-b-but-"
"I don't wanna hear it, old man!" he grabbed Cotrin by the jacket and pulled him closer. "Once that thing gets better, it'll rip ya ta bits!"
"N-no no!" Cotrin insisted. "The alien is quite docile under its condition! It-it's also making wonderful recovery, I might add."
"Don't they look that way?" he snarled. "I couldn't kill an injured one, and one a the creeps attacked from behind! Shoulda killed it! Woulda saved a lot of people!"
"No, the aliens are-are just confused! P-please, I don't mean any harm! I'm only researching the c-creature to save-to save more lives!"
The man swore under his breath and walked away in an angry mood. The other marines didn't seem to like the idea that he was keeping the alien alive. It was the fifth time in three days he had been harassed about such matters.
Komos awoke that morning with a throbbing pain in his elongated head. A sickening crack seemed to be heard as he turned, and the sounds from outside of the lab felt loud and muffled at once. He whined and rolled over, feeling the bleeding from his wounds trickling down his back. He became further frustrated as each day passed by. Why was he still here? And where was that alien that would normally feed him.
Komos lifted his head as the door to the lab opened and Cotrin walked in. He scooped out the usual mush into the silver bowl and opened the containment field, sliding the bowl in. Curious, he patted the alien's head to see if he could get reaction. Komos was far to busy eating to care. Cotrin smiled to himself and shut the thing.
Komos didn't lift his face from the bowl. "Fool. You don't know even how powerful am I. Let's just pretend my strength is not coming fast back as it is...I'll just let you think you may trust me..." he muttered resentfully. "You shall lose the arm you dare touch me with, beast."
"It's madness, it is!" cried Jolsak as he turned his back to Tyaka. "We know nothing of where drone Komos is, or if he is still breathing."
"He is alive." The young one insisted. "Komos is smart."
"There is war coming and all you think of is being small hero? Now is time for fighting, not searching for downed comrade."
"But who knows what they do to him?" Ryreni'ke agreed with Tyaka. "If we retrieve Komos, they are having no power against hive."
"And if you were he, saved would you want." Nodded Alakimra.
Jolsak growled. "Friend, I never said me would not help you. But I want you knowing risks that show themselves!"
Tyaka scoffed in reply. "I know risks plenty well! Komos look after me since I very young! Beside, aliens could make him talk."
"You mean torture?" asked Ryreni'ke.
"Indeed is what I said!"
"Who is saying these aliens communicate with us?" Alakimra asked.
Tyaka was cut off from talking as a group of females ordered to use the room for a meeting. Females, being potential queens and thus much larger, normally got their way, so Tyaka and his friends were forced to leave. "I shall be carrying out plan tomorrow night. Prepare to be on my journey."
"Very well." Jolsak grumbled.