What's this? PEOPLE ARE ACTUALLY INTERESTED IN A ALIENS IN THE ATTIC FANFIC THAT DOESN'T HAVE INCEST, PAIRINGS WITH PEARSONS OR MARY SUES?

I honestly never expected to get reviews for this. BUT Here they are and they're people who agree with me. So, I uploaded the second chapter. I honestly have no idea were this story's going- there's a lot of different ideas I have, Ah well, please review and enjoy!

Chapter 2: Equipment and Pods

Clink, Clink, Clink.

The robotic controls sent its sharp, alarm-like signal reverberating through the once still air, creaking the stiff knobs of the controller back into motion. A single, glowing blue light radiated from the small device in the slightly dark cockpit.

The Commander allowed a small chuckle to himself upon holding such advanced technology- that is, for them. It wasn't everyday a Military Commander was allowed one of the newest in their technological advances...but then again, he was dealing with a slightly newer way of perpetrating planets.

He frowned to himself and almost grumbled while doing so, slipping the controller back onto the control panel and turning towards the thick-glassed windows as he thought. Skip wouldn't pretend he wasn't in his youth anymore, but what bugged him to great extent was that older methods had worked for him in the past- that's why he lived so long in the Commanding profession. But not, however, things had gone a little down the slope.

The Commander blamed it more on the two ruffians he called 'troops' more than the method, though. Darn pieces of-

"Ooff!"

The unmistakable sound of tripping followed by a painful clatter brought the annoyed Commander away from his thoughts. Hands placed behind his back, he looked over his shoulder and sneered upon seeing the youngest member (and newest) of his troop, who'd wandered off a little while ago. "Sparks!"

The sharp bark literary made the younger male jump to his feet, and a single pair of arms fiddled with their fingers while a third went up to his head in a shaky, unsure salute.

"Yes, Commander, sir?" Skip rolled his eyes and resisted to urge to face palm at the sorry, shaky state of the engineer. Of all the spas he couldn't got, the military sent him this one. They were truly trying to get rid of him, weren't they?

Cutting those thoughts aside, he continued, "What's the status report?"

"Oh!" Sparks fumbled with a small device on his arm, examined it quickly before looking back at him with some sort of enthusiasm of doing something right, "We are almost at our destination, sir. Just a few more hours until we r-reach the planet..." Skip didn't miss the way the younger's voice trailed off, but paid it no mind.

"Good." He stated curtly, "Now, were are those other two? They should be preparing the landing pods-"

"Landing pods prepared SIR!"

Skip frowned and looked over to find a smug Tazor standing in the doorway, his gun (unnecessarily) slung over his shoulder in a pure show of arrogance. Razor pushed past him, rolling her eyes as she did so.

"He means, Sir, that he helped a little. Give him a snack."

Sparks only managed to stifle a laugh- and lucky for him it was only the Commander beside him who'd heard it- and even he allowed the corner of his lips to curl a little at Razor's words.

Tazor growled loudly as the female examined her sharp, long nails with a snide smirk on her face. "Yah- Well-" He struggled to find a suitable comeback, "Just 'cause you hogged all the controls with your overly sharp fingers!"

Razor rolled her eyes yet again and him, "You wouldn't know controls from a Game-Video Controller."

"Why you-"

"SHUT UP!"

During their banter, a certain Commander's temper had boiled to the point. Sparks took a few, hasty and inconspicuous steps back to avoid his wrath, and was now standing with his eyes as wide as plates and grimacing at the scene. Tazor and Razor had frozen on the stop like they usually did when told (loudly) to stop. The Commander clenched his fists and forced himself to calm down.

"Alright, you two." He said slowly, "I don't care if you hate each other more than alarm bells in the morning, I am ordering you to work together or you'll BOTH be on pluming duty in Sector Six for the rest of your lives!"

The two stiffened, and with a slight panic in their eyes, stood straight in a soldier-like manner.

"Yes sir!" The chorused. Skip placed his hands on his hips and rose a brow. He highly, highly doubted it. Then, he noticed Sparks staring at them uneasily.

"Get that look off your face, Sparks." He barked harshly at him, causing the younger to cringe slightly, "You look more of a weakling with that face than you already are!"

An offended, slightly angry mirth invaded the Engineer's looks as his two troop comrades snickered at his expense.

"Alright, Squad. If our calculations are correct, we are nearing our target. Now we all know how to drive, and land," He eyed Tazor angrily, and the later rubbed the back of his head uneasily, "These things properly. Now we all know what to do, and for the Love of the Rings, we're going to do it right this time!"

"Yes sir!"

"Good. Now get out of my sight, your all giving me a migraine!"

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