Chapter 11
Free of his imprisonment, the lone Neanderthal wages war against his alien captors.
Whether stupid or plain naive the Greys had given him a small unnoticeable tool to begin prying at the frame of his cell. And for as long as he did it, they didn't send anyone to stop him. The point wasn't to completely remove the panelling either, he just wanted it exposed. Once satisfied he tossed away the alien utensil and with a bit of deliberate direction he urinated on the now exposed wiring. This did the trick because the power fluctuated long enough for him to duck out of his cell. Something exploded behind him and he hurried down the winding corridors until he reached a set of doors. They were what allowed Greys to listen and watch him without actually facing him. He growled and placed his podgy fingers in what gaps he could before forcing open the door. Once done he did the same to each one until at last he had his prey in his sights. Cornered helpless, it was time to fulfil the promise he made to the one who first captured him. The first alien he saw folded to a single punch to the face. So their strange projectile weapons are their crutch to make up for frail bodies. The second alien tried to dart by him but he soon had it in a headlock and a single jerk motion, snapped its spine over his leg. It folded onto the floor and he took a defensive position on one of the consoles. This will be the first place they come. He noted the doors went both ways. Are they smart enough to hit me from both sides? I guess we'll find out.
He soon heard their faint babble as they closed in on him, indeed from both sides and simply waited for one side to be louder before making his move. He slithered to his right so that he was out of their immediate sight. The doors parted and the two aliens that entered were easy pickings for him. A single kick sent one into the opposite console while he choked the life out of the other. He had their strange weapon in his grasp as the door he came through opened and he launched the dead-weight he held at the next two aliens. They barely had time to process what happened as they became quickly disorientated. The weapon proved easy enough to use, with a carefully placed shot he blew each of their brains out, leaving very little of either remaining. He imagined what this weapon could do to the prey he hunted back home. He left the observation room the way his first two victims came in. This put him right in front of two large doors. Before he could even go about opening them, another pair of doors slammed shut blocking his way out. They still think they had him caged. He had to think fast before they pulled any more tricks. He noticed to his left and right, grills that while cramped would allow him access to the other parts of the ship. He set to work on the one on his left, using his sheer strength to tear it off the walls. His large bulky size also didn't help him as he crawled through the narrow ventilation shaft. He was fortunate enough that it was only a short trip till he reached an exit where another grill blocked his exit.
He heard more chatter close by, their shrill voices were beginning to more than just grate on him. He bit his teeth together and found the best way to aim the weapon. He noted the dial on the side and saw it was in the middle, pushing it up made it hum and glow along its edges. More power? Let’s find out. He waited until one was right in front of the grill before he fired, the kickback left a searing march on his exposed shoulders and had also drawn blood but the shot had worked far better than he anticipated. The grill was a smoking mess of exploded metal and ash lying near the wall. The two aliens sent to corner him lay sprawled out making his escape uncontested. When one alien rounded the closest corner he had no time to lower the power level and the following shot turned their right leg to ash. They fell over and rolled around a bit before he finally stopped them with his foot.
“Where is your leader?” he asked applying as much weight as he dared, he could feel the body snapping under his weight.
To make his point clearer he pointed at the alien still writhing beneath him and then gestured to show something large more important than them. Not understanding each other made any attempts to learn more, nigh impossible but he didn't want to be wandering around blind forever. The alien mercifully understood what he implied and pointed in the direction he had come from and what looked like left then up. Young finished by stamping on the Grey's ugly face, leaving them a bloody mess under his blistered feet. Only now as he got to grips with his situation did he become aware of his body's condition. He missed the feeling of wet dirt between his toes, it certainly beat this cold metal floor he saw everywhere. The instructions it turned out led to some kind of elevation device that when he selected the option that took him up, indeed took him to the bridge floor. Not wanting to be caught off guard he backed up against a curved black wall to his right so that on opening, the elevator would appear empty. Would they really fall for this trick again? So much for being the higher species.
It turned out they could be fooled twice, which told him more than he needed to know. Not all of them were trained for conflict, for many a single Terran would be the only threat they would ever face and never again. He used the charged shot to hit three at once as they entered, their bodies folded over each other and became like dust. He checked over what remained of their bodies first and found small silver balls that had buttons on the side. Knowing what the weapon in his hand was capable of, he imagined these balls needed to be thrown much like a spear once one of the buttons was pressed in. He would need only one for what he intended and held it so that the back of his hand covered much of its shell. He then left his refuge and headed for the main bridge. When the door opened to let him in, he was met by the one who brought him here and who he imagined was their tribe leader. None of the other aliens even batted an eye as he entered. The one in charge held the very weapon that could render him dead in an instant.
Time to play this very carefully…