Smear Campaign

"Is the device operational?"

"Yes, my lord. It is ready."

"Then send the drone down and let me have a word with this…president."

In the dark of the night, a small saucer shot through the air and found its way to the White House. It burned a small hole through a wall and slipped through it and right into the president's bedroom.

The black, floating disk glowed for a second and soon a sound was heard from it. "Hello, Mr. President," it loudly greeted with a monotone, robotic tone.

The black cat rose from bed and gasped when he saw the alien device, as did his wife. "W-who are you? What are you..?"

"I am, what you would call, an extraterrestrial life form. Well, obviously this is a simple machine, but you understand me, correct?" The robot had a choppy speech pattern, but the president could understand it.

"An alien…? W-what do you want?"

"You have heard of the being known as the Silver Sentinel, yes? In Roseville, Virginia?"

"I've…heard reports of him, yes. Why?" By now, the president was holding his wife tightly in his arms, obviously intimidated by the floating saucer.

"He is a fugitive from my planet. He cannot be trusted. He will appear as a benevolent being, but he will soon take control of the public and try to overthrow you. The supervillains he creates are used to cause anarchy, only for him to come and 'save' the day by stopping them."

"Do you have any proof? I-I mean no disrespect, but without any proof I don't think I can-"

"I understand. Observe."

A light suddenly shined out of the disk and onto the end of the bed. It created a hologram of the recent prison break. It showed a group of bioorganic drones slaughtering a group of guards and breaking five of the inmates free. What was noticeable about the drones was the fact that they were silver and black instead of the normal yellow and black.

"And if that is not proof enough, perhaps something more direct?"

The hologram then changed, into the Silver Sentinel watching Brando, who was being held by four metal arms, and with part of the Persian cat's face on fire.

"As you can obviously see, the Silver Sentinel is a liar and threat. You need to arrest him."

"Alright…Fine, but…Am I supposed to say that aliens really are at fault for this? I mean, we've already tried turning this into a terrorist conspiracy and that's barely worked!" The black cat argued.

"I'm sure you could make one more lie. Besides, if you subdue him and allow me to bring him to my ship, I can promise you that I will supply your country with more advance technology. Imagine, Mr. President, how many lives you could save and enemies you can subdue with technology years ahead of what you have now."

The President stared at the machine, before looking at his wife. "Alright. Deal. I'll make some story up and do what I can to have him arrested, but the public opinion is pretty solid with him. People love him."

"You are their leader. Destroy that love," the machine commanded, before flying off. "Goodnight, Mr. President. I'll be watching."

"The drone has returned, Master Zivix," the alien scientist's assistant declared, seeing a nearby panel light up.

"Very good," the older alien responded as he watched Rick enter the same room Brando had.

"L-look. I don't want to be here! I-I just wanna go home!" The Pug whimpered, before his hands and legs were suddenly caught. "W-what are you going to do to me?"

"How whiny. I do hope the nanobots will change that about him," Zivix commented as a needle was brought down and the struggling dog was injected with a swarm of nanobots.

"Ah! What the heck was that st-st…Ack...I…W-what's happening?" He coughed, seemingly choking on something. The assistant had to avert his sight from the sight as the gruesome transformation took place. Rick's eyes cried black tears and he began to vomit a black slime out of his mouth. He continued to cough and hack, more of the slime falling from his eyes and mouth as a similar sludge began to pour out of his pores. "Please! H-help!"

The arms released him and he fell to the ground, wallowing in his own vomit. The slime reacted to him falling on it and seemed to unite with the slime coming out of his pours, covering his entire body.

The sound of him choking, vomiting, and begging for mercy would stay with the assistant for the rest of his life.

When it was finally over there was no dog within the chamber. Instead, there was a disgusting abomination made of slime, with a pair of green eyes that no longer blinked. It towered above most Earthlings and had three, pudgy fingers at the ends of its hands. It looked at itself and tried to walk, only to find it no longer had legs, instead moving like a snail did, though with his arms he could drag himself at a much faster rate.

The slime monster seemed to tear a portion of itself, under its eyes, open, letting it roar and scream in horror from its newly formed mouth. What was once a Pug named Rick tried to speak, but found its throat was too mangled in this form to do anything other than scream and bellow.

"Can't talk? Then let me do the talking," Zivix chuckled, his voice being roughly translated thanks to his computers. "You can get revenge on the Silver Sentinel now. If you defeat him and bring him to me, I will return you to your Earthling state. What do you say?"

The monster looked at him, before looking back down at its hideous form and nodding.

"Good boy. Follow the lights to your transportation. When you reach Roseville, just cause some destruction. The Sentinel will find you," the alien explained as a series of lights appeared, leading the freak to his saucer. "What a disgusting abomination. Remind me to kill it when we're done here, Fejik."

"Y-yes, Master…"

END

Wow…Zivix is a jerk. Poor Rick…HEY! Rick Roll! I should use that joke next chapter.