A Pint-Sized Insurgency pt1

“From this moment forward Dawg, we speak only in Earthling English. It is imperative our mission is successful, so we must be ready for anything.”

Zorg stretches his black elastic hood tightly over his large green scalp, secures his collar tight under his pointy grey chin, and clicks his eye shield and protective goggles firmly into place activating ultraviolet night vision. Sparks flicker wildly deep within the dark lenses in a spasmodic electromagnetic rhythm. He dusts down his skin-tight, leather-like alien commando engagement suit, systematically initiates an array of guerrilla gadgets and luminescent intelligence icons and conducts his final equipment check with the utmost precision.

“Always remember my embryonic egg brother, 717 years of evolutionary development theoretically provides us the privilege of uberstealth and superior intellect to outwit and outmaneuver the earthling elite at any hour, however do not underestimate the subtle seductions and unpredictable tendencies of the human mind. The dangerously deluded spirit offers many distractions and deadly desires. Be alert my brother, enlighten the purist of the species and remain watchful … at all times.”

Dawg follows his brothers lead, activates goggles, pauses for 3.67 seconds to center his Terrestrial Chi and claps his heavily gloved 3 fingered hands together, “Lez hit it bruv! ”

In a 3 fingered A-sign he knuckle-shuffles his leathery fingers across a lone infrared sensor protruding from the cockpit dashboard, synchronizes wrist-dash with UV Heat shields, and counts down…

3’

2’

1’

…and in an instant the two vanish, sucked at high pressure through the check-valve airlocks beneath, hurtling them simultaneously into the pitch black vacuum of space.

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