“What do you mean he’s broken loose?!”
The alien ran down the hallways of the starship with a speed the captain found both alarming and impressive, until he had slammed into him, almost knocking them both to the floor as the crew member placed two hands on his shoulders.
“I’ve never seen anything like it!” He muttered, “He just, pulled his cell apart, and has been making his way to the Bridge ever since! Nothing has even slowed him down!”
“Stay calm,” The Captain assured him, drawing a plasma pistol from his holster, “Whatever this maniac wants, he’ll have to get through-”
The Captain was then interrupted by the sound of one the thick metal doors, capable of withstanding pressure loss due to exposure to empty space, being pryed apart by nothing more than brute strength. Once an opening was made, he stepped through.
The human, for some reason, was missing his shirt, exposing the bare, toned torso and arms of a man who didn’t work out for looks, but for utility. He adjusted his round-rimmed glasses, and scratched his mustache, and began walking down the hall, then sprinting.
Without a word, the Captain raised the muzzle of his pistol. The exposed plasma coils on top began glowing a pale blue hue, burning so intensely that the air around them quickly turned from room temperature to the heat of the opening of an oven after a long day when you just want a frozen pizza.
The pistol then fired a thick, blue bolt of plasma directly for the human. He grunted, and gripped the wall of the hallway, pulling off a metal panel messily and holding it in front of him. The bolt of plasma slammed into the metal panel, and besides leaving a black mark on the otherwise white metal, did no significant damage, or even slowed the human’s charge.
The Captain, his many eyes bulging and his expression becoming uneasy, fired off more shots from his pistol, but each one only had the same effect. Finally, the human reached the entryway of the Bridge. The Captain leaped to the side in a roll as the human charged into him, slamming into a control panel. The Captain raised his pistol again, now from the floor, but the human was as swift as he was burly, kicking the pistol out from his hand and sending it sliding across the smooth floors.
The human then grabbed the Captain by the scruff of his collar, and lifted him high into the air. He said something to him, which sounded aggressive, but was unintelligible due to the language barrier between them.
“Can’t understand,” The Captain croaked, his legs dangling in the air as he held the human’s wrist. The human gave him a funny look, and then looked to the control panel, trying to make sense of it all. With his other hand, he hovered over each button, and looked at the Captain.
“No, not- no, no, definitely not, no- yes that one.”
The human hit the button, and a voice chimed out, “Translator active!”
“Now you listen here you scoundrel!” the human yelled, now understandable to the Captain, and wasting no time to get his point across. “You better bring me back to the White House or so help me-!”
“We can’t!” The Captain yelled, “We have orders to-”
The human threw the Captain to the floor, and before he could even rise to his feet, the human had ripped out a long, metal pipe from the wall, and stood over him, letting it rise and fall from and to his palm. He brandished the big stick, and smirked a little.
“Bring. Me. Home,” He said softly, but in no uncertain terms.
Later, Theodore walked into the White House, calmly striding in with no shirt and a long metal pipe in his hands. One of his cabinet caught sight of him, and ran to him.
“Mister President! What happened to you?! Where were you?!”
Theodore waved his hand. “Don’t worry about it. I just had a nice, long chat with some fellows.”
“Yes-” Theodore put down the clean metal bar, and stretched his shoulders, “-A chat.”
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