The techie rushed into the central command. “Captain! The human. It’s dangerous. It killed its fellow crew to preserve food and…”

The techie finally noticed the pool of blood underneath the captain’s chair.

The human who was hiding near the entrance rushed towards the final crew member.

The techie realized just in the nick of time what was happening. A quick push of the button sent a static noise through the babfis device. The human, who still had the device on its head, held its limbs to the side of its head. The techie ran straight to the infirmary.

The human knocked on the door, snarling and shouting. The techie tried to explain that none of them meant the human any harm. They were just trying to get it better and be on their way. Unfortunately the human had thrown away the babfis device. So while the techie could understand the human, the human couldn’t understand anyone else.

The door to the infirmary wouldn’t hold. It wasn’t meant to withstand attacks. Attacks. The techie laughed. There had been no reported attacks or any fights ever since the techie had gained consciousness. Damn humans. If only they hadn’t stopped. But of course, that hadn’t really been an option. When someone needed help, anyone who could helped. That’s how the intergalactic universe worked. Damn humans. Should’ve remained quarantined.

Quarantine. The techie realized that if this human could do this much damage in a few ticks, what could it do if it ever…

No. The life of fellow members was at stake. There was only one thing to do.

The techie rushed towards the fuel cells. It wasn’t in the techie’s nature, rather it was in no one’s nature to kill. It was an abhorrent thing that the techie couldn’t even imagine. When the techie had heard on the voice on the radio even suggest such a thing, it had been a massive shock. However, sacrifice for the greater good? No problem. The techie could do that.

The lights on the ship went out. The emergency lights came on, the red light making the human look even more menacing. The human found the techie emptying the fuel cells.

The human said something the babfis couldn’t fully translate. Phonetically it sounded something like astala cista. But before the techie could puzzle it out, the knife was deep in the throat. At least the techie died knowing that the fellow citizens and members of the federation would be saved from this monstrous alien.

Joel looked at the empty fuel cells. No. No! Not after all this. He had been barely surviving for the last few weeks. This had been his only chance.

He shouted angrily and stabbed the weird alien thing a few more times. The thing was dead already he supposed but Joel had to express his anger somehow.

As he contemplated on everything that had happened. How their experimental spaceship attempting ftl had somehow jaunted into someplace that was not on their map. How their ship’s propulsion system didn’t work in this place. The comms didn’t work. Bloody nothing worked.

How he had been forced to kill his own crew mates to survive.

And now, when a possible chance at survival had been so close, this bastard had just…

Joel shouted angrily again.

He looked at the knife, coated in green blood. He wondered if that was his way out. It would definitely be quicker.

Just as he contemplated this, a voice came in over the speakers.

“This is ship Weylander. Number 180924609. We are here in response to the code 6, 28 raised about a fugitive. We are here to apprehend the fugitive. We will be boarding your ship.”

Joel stood up, grinning. He took the captain’s jacket, putting it on. He cleaned the knife with the captain’s shirt and muttered under his breath. “Welcome aboard, motherfuckers.”