Chapter 13

Unable to return home and at the mercy of the Greys, the Neanderthal man promises vengeance against those who seek to use him for their own ends.

Every part of him screamed and he wanted nothing more than to return home. He just had to figure out how this ship worked. While he now controlled the Command Centre that was all easier said than done. He was about to step down to one of the consoles when the ship shuddered as two much larger vessels appeared on either side. He bellowed again for all the good it did. He turned as the centre of the floor projected another face, this one was blue and longer with a pointed chin and large unblinking black eyes. It spoke in its angry babble and he knew that while this fight was won, his war and the fates of every man on that planet were now at the mercy of these newcomers.

So let them come, let them pretend they can shackle us. When the time is right and they are comfortable we will do this dance again, no matter how far from home they take us. We will come back. That is my promise. Unspoken but true. Because there is none out of there like us. And when you beg for our mercy… 

None will be spared our vengeance. He watched the large group of aliens materialise before him. This time he dropped the weapon, heard it clatter and bared his bloodied teeth. He would remember their faces and when the time came, they would regret knowing his.