5-Enter Chaos
Chaos got out of the ship, scanning his surroundings. He had landed in a barren wasteland in one of the large southern continents. Perhaps there was a war here, he thought. This level of radiation on a planet like this is just...unnatural.
He took his first breath on this new planet. He found that he had no trouble collecting nitrogen; on the contrary, this planet's atmosphere seemed to have massive amounts of the stuff. Maybe living here for awhile won't be so bad.
As he walked away from the ship, it self-destructed. It was standard exile procedure; he wasn't surprised. He needed to find water if he was to be here long, so he started looking. He found something he didn't expect.
Interesting...I'm not alone.
There appeared to be a close-knit society not far from where he had landed. They didn't appear to be anything like him, though. They had skin, which was yellow and slightly baggy. There was a small patch that stood out on the head of each. Being careful not to be seen, he looked directly into one of these patches and saw inside the true creature, which looked extremely strange.
Their yellow skin is artificial, he realized. It must be to protect them from something...are they perhaps sensitive to radiation? I've heard some of the species we've encountered are...
Some of them began to point to the sky and scream. The others looked up and screamed, too.
Chaos looked up. It was a rocket bomb; apparently the design was universal. He remembered the wars which had plagued his world for so long.
I cannot allow another innocent species to die or be enslaved because of mindless warfare!
Thinking fast, he realized the bomb was much smaller than the kind his people had used to level nations only several centuries (Earth time) earlier. Perhaps...it was a risk, but he had to make it work.
The liquid alien reached up, extending his arms to grab the missile. With an enormous effort, he stopped it. Then, as an afterthought, he pulled his arms back and, slingshot-style, flung it in the direction it came from.
He looked at the strange, semisolid creatures, who were staring back at him with a mix of confusion, amazement, and admiration. Then, they cheered.
An hour later, Chaos was sitting in an anti-radiation tent with their leader. As soon as he understood this, he put his hand on Libertor's head, allowing it to melt. With this, he simultaneously learned the English language and explained why the heck he'd made a bubble around Libertor's head.
When this was through, Libertor asked, "May I know the name of our savior?" Chaos told him. "Thank you, Chaos. Now, I think you have a right to know about the war you've just gotten yourself into."