Lennox stepped out cautiously, his head turning to look at the MNU agents crowding his door. There were three of them, but they didn't go into his shack; instead one closed the front door and another prodded him with an M16 rifle. They began walking, and the ex-soldier Poleepkwa eyed the officers carefully.

"Why did you shoot the kid?" Lennox asked, but all he got was a threat of a 'shut up' and a poke from the rifle. He kept walking.

A few seconds later, everyone's eyes darted to a running Poleepkwa that headed back towards the other alien's shack. This one fell to its knees at the sight of its possible child, dead on the ground. At that moment Lennox's arms dropped and he watched sadly as his fellow Poleepkwa began to mourn for its offspring. The MNU agents just stood by his side, pointing and chuckling insults at the mourning Poleepkwa.

How dare they?!

Whatever reason it was for shooting the poor prawn, it must've been a stupid reason. To shoot a young is unacceptable. Maybe if it was an adult since they've lived longer, he and other alien citizens would eventually get used to it, but a young? That's taking a step too far.

And Lennox also took a step that nearly cost him his life.

Grabbing one of the MNU agents, he twisted the human's arm, and grabbed the other arm, and used the officer as a shield to block the other agent's shots if they opened fire.

"You had no right!" Lennox growled, "No right at all!"

"D-don't shoot!" said the human being held hostage, "Do as his s-says, p-please!"

There were Poleepkwa's now, peeking their heads out of their shacks and some even stepping out to watch the scene. Lennox kept his distance from the other agents and backed into a wall to eliminate any open fire behind him. The MNU agents also kept their distance; frightened by the sudden change of plans and how now that there were a lot of other Poleepkwa's gathering, it would be bad luck if hell were to break loose and they knew they'd be the first to die.

Lennox's antenna twitched from the screech of a MNU truck parking not a few feet away, and another came, and soon the Poleepkwa's were inside their shacks and peeking through holes or windows. Soldiers flooded what little space Lennox and the MNU agents had when more soldiers came. He glared and clutched the human closer, receiving a small yelp. Soon enough, guns were pointed directly at him and his hostage; the humans didn't care if one of them were to be sacrificed, they just needed a job done, but what made Lennox wondered was what did the MNU agents want.

He was about to find out.

Boots hit the rubble ground of District 9, and someone; as Lennox saw, was making his way towards the front of the group. It took a few seconds but a man, an old man stepped out in front of the rest of the MNU agents. He wore a vest nonetheless, but he had no rifle. Instead he had a beret and his hands were planted behind his back.

"Release the human, Poleepkwa." said the newcomer. Lennox just spat on the ground beside him, "What was that grampa, I couldn't hear you."

A few MNU agents glared, and took a step forward, but the man raised his hand and the soldiers were back in their original positions. General Nodd, as the old man was known brought his hand back down and behind his back.

"We need of your assistance, soldier."

"What for," Lennox demanded, "I'm not going to believe a lie."

A Poleepkwa suddenly emerged from the group, being pushed by one of the agents it stumbled and fell forward onto its knees. Lennox almost reacted, but kept his position; the MNU agents surrounding him can open fire at any moment.

The Poleepkwa, covered in yellow markings looked up, and drew back at the sight of the other alien. It stood and said, "L-lennox—I mean, c-captain! Captain Lennox, you're alive."

Lennox almost released his grip on his cowering hostage. It was Scott Nigel, his second in command officer, and most trusted friend. They served in the Poleepkwanian wars on their very own planet. He was shocked to see the alien; thinking that Nigel had probably been captured, or even killed, but he was alive!

"Release the agent Lennox, they need our help. The others are already in the van—"

"Van?" Lennox released his hold on the MNU agent, and the human scurried away; frightened, "The others… what do you mean—"

"Hey, Cap'n! CAP'N!" a Poleepkwanian hand was being waved in the sea of soldiers. Lennox raised an eye ridge; today was just filled with surprises. A new alien emerged, and this time it had red marking on its hands; it was soldier Kitt; the fella' had no surname sadly.

An MNU agent glared, turning to his partner he said, "This is turning into a prawn party."

"Yeah," his colleague replied, and they both straightened.

"Do you just expect me to stroll over and everything will work out just fine? General, tell me that I won't be shot." Lennox said.

"Alright Captain, since you're making this difficult for everyone else; I'll just tell you of what's going to happen." Responded Nodd, "Since you prawns are the only ones who can control your own weapon; we've decided to bring you to war with us."

"War?" Lennox questioned, "Don't be stupid, General."

General Nodd smirked, "I'm asking politely, Captain."

In a second, two guns were pointed at Nigel and Kitt. If they made a break to even move an inch, or run away, the last thing they would see was their own brains spilling all over the ground.