Chapter 12

With their former captive now before them, Urlak tries to taunt the human into surrendering but the defiant man refuses forcing a standoff.

“You did good ape. Despite all this violence, the Warbands will love you. Now drop that gun,” He used his long fingers and pointed first at the weapon then at the ground. 

"The Warbands? Are you out of your mind Urlak? Hasn't he killed enough of us!"

“Quiet, Mok. You should be proud your ground team discovered the perfect killing machine. The greatest living weapon we have ever come across. I’ve never seen such ruthlessness before.”

To the Overseer's annoyance, the Terran still refused to drop his weapon. He again made the pointed gesture. If all else failed, he would fire a stun shot. There would be no room for any surprises this time. The Terran scrunched their face and spat at the floor. Instead of dropping the gun they lowered themselves and held the gun forward as if in offering. The Overseer looked over to Mokvel for a brief moment and that was all the time the Terran needed because before he could even give the command, a loud beeping filled his ears and the Terran likely on pure instinct jumped to the ground and covered their ears. The plasma explosion that followed tore through the Overseer and sent Mokvel flying. The grey alien hit the ground in a lowered section as he heard more fizzling plasma shots. The Terran had recovered and was finishing his work. Soon enough, the man now looking dazed, wide-eyed and feral stood over him. He said something incomprehensible before finally pulling the trigger.