Part 14

Aliens POV



I entered the interrogation room to meet my newest victim, the Golden skinned alien was unlike anything I had ever seen before. She was bleeding from the lip and had a rather nasty bruise on her forehead.
"What happened?" I asked, almost dreading the answer.
"She thought she could follow us undetected, she was wrong. We disabled her vessel and brought her onboard for interrogation, she was like that when we found her, minus the bruise, I must have hit her a little harder than I thought."
'Now that's an understatement if I ever heard one.' I thought to myself, not daring to anger the General. Unlike most militaries, our troops advance in rank by killing their direct superiors, and few Generals ever lasted as long as this one had.
"Wake her." I complied by injecting her with a stimulant. Nothing, I scanned her, she was definitely unconscious, this wasn't a rouse or ploy.

I tried injecting her with a more powerful stimulant, and again, and again, but still nothing, not even our most powerful had any discernable effect on her. I was getting worried.
"May I suggest Sir that if she is capable of withstanding our drugs that we restrain her, she may look weak and fragile, but looks can be deceiving." He nodded and I proceeded to strap her in, I hoped it would be enough, there was something about her that scared the hell out of me.

Her arms, head and legs securely restrained I tried one final drug, a stimulant of my own concoction, very potent, very strong. I carefully injected her.
"Well fuck me." I swore; she was STILL unconscious.
The General, obviously not pleased strode purposefully forward.
"Wake up. I said, WAKE UP!" He yelled in frustration as he pulled on the woman's long red hair. She instantly awoke and for the second time I heard someone screaming in that god-awful language.

Despite her restraints she was thrashing around quite wildly, I was glad I had restrained her. With the General still holding her by her hair I quickly injected her with translator bots; nano bots designed to allow her to understand us, and vice versa, one of our species crowning achievements, the only problem was that both parties required them for the bots to be effective. The bots would cluster at the top of the brain stem and adapt to their host, implanting our language beside their own while transmitting theirs to our bots so we could understand them, it took only seconds and was very useful.

Moments later what was one incoherent babbling suddenly made sense.
"My hair, ow my hair, let me go, let me go!"
"Who are you? Who do you serve?" The General's menacing voice and composure shocked even me and obviously, the woman too; she became instantly silent.
"Well, who are you and who do you serve? I know you can understand us so stop playing the fool."

I studied her silent face I she considered her current situation, she was calm and cool to the glance, but when I truly looked at her, her eyes betrayed her, her fear was instantly recognizable. Finally she spoke.
"Release me and I will answer your questions." The General released his grip on her hair, she looked furious, that obviously wasn't what she had meant, but she went with it.
"I'm your worst nightmare."

Her eyes began to glow as she ripped through first one, then the other wrist restraint and proceeded to undo the others.
"Now, where is my friend?"
I was absolutely petrified but the General, un-phased by her display, simply drew his gauss pistol and fired. The red head was struck in the chest several times by the yellow discharges; she fell limp back into the chair she had so recently escaped, her blood dripping to the ground.

I stepped up and scanned her while quickly searching for a pulse. She was dead.
"Throw the corpse into the recycler, we could use the power, and make sure to destroy her ship." The aid he spoke to acted quickly, he picked up her body and rapidly left. I was still in shock at what had occurred, how could something seemingly so weak compared to us be so powerful? I really was scared now.

I hurriedly left the chamber and returned to my lab, much to my surprise my 'guest' was awake.
"Hey." She smiled. "Thanks for reattaching my arm you sadistic son-of-a-bitch."
"You're welcome." I replied. "But I'm afraid I do not see what my mother has to do with anything."

She was, to say the least, shocked; after she last fainted I had taken the liberty of injecting her with translator bots in preparation for her trial, or rather, her execution. I took great pleasure in the look of surprise on her face when she realised she could understand me now - she was left speechless.
"Don't worry, you won't be here for long, the trial will begin soon."

"You won't get away with this, my friends will find me, and they WILL come for me."

I took note of the fact that she genuinely believed this.

"I hate to be the bearer of bad news, but they have already tried, and failed. A gold woman with long red hair, she never gave her name, not that she had much of a chance. She's dead."
"Trance…" It was merely a whisper, but it was full of pain. The look on her face rapidly changed from full of hope and as hard as steel to that of someone who has seen more death than they should, I knew that look all too well, I couldn't help but feel some sympathy for her.

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Back on the Andromeda, things had gone from bad, to worse. I had left the small ship to be greeted by an army of androids, all wielding some kind of staff, I didn't think twice before shooting any of them, but I left them salvageable on purpose. I strode out into the hallways beyond the hangar deck to the sound of a gauss discharge flying past my head, my body armour would protect most of me, for a while at least, but my head was only partially covered. I turned to locate the shooter only to see a Nietzschean, my anger rose as I realized WHAT he was, despite everything that had happened to my people over the years, the Nietzscheans were the worst, if I had to deal with him this would be really difficult. I raised my hands in surrender.
"Peace…I…come…peace. Me help. No hurt, me…deserter." I hope they got the message.