Whether stupid or plain na?ve, the Greys had given him a small, unnoticeable tool to use as a weapon once he was free. He noted the forked end of the spoon had some sharpness and considering how fragile these aliens were; he knew how much damage it could do when paired up with his natural strength. The breakout idea came when he threw up on the aliens and saw how his bile interacted with the energy field. And he had made sure to drink all the liquid given to him. He now desperately needed the toilet and saw no better way than to relieve himself on the exposed grooves of where the force field projected from. He could see the wiring from where he now stood. Well, here goes nothing.

  Not a moment later the power to his cell began fluctuating. It did so long enough for him to duck out into the corridor. Something exploded behind him and he hurried down the winding corridors until he reached a pair of doors. They likely led to where the Greys were able 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, scraping like an animal possessed at its edges. He did the same to each one that followed until at last he had his prey in his sights. Cornered, and 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 brought spork down upon its head, stunning and killing it in one fell swoop. Once he removed the utensil, the alien’s corpse folded as it hit 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.

  The faintest babble could be heard getting gradually closer and his entire body tensed in anticipation of what would come next. They will not down me a second time. The babble he realised was also coming from both directions. Soon enough, one side of him became louder, and he slithered towards it so that he could get the drop on the incoming aliens. The doors parted and the two aliens that entered proved easy pickings. A single kick sent one into the opposite console while he flicked casually with his wrist and sliced open the throat of the other. The Grey fell to their knees in a growing blue pool. The weapon they had with them languished beside them. The creature looked even more pitiful now as its momentum carried it the rest of the way. Young wasted little time in grabbing the gun and gave no chance for the first alien to recover, blasting it in the back. Whatever the gun had been set to. A large chunk of the alien now no longer remained.

  The door behind him opened, and he reached down, grabbing the leg of the Grey; he spun before either alien could react. He did as he had once before and launched the deadweight at the next two aliens. This gave them no time to get out of the way as the dead alien buried them. He took this opportunity to fire off more shots, and they too made quick work of both the already-dead and soon-to-be-dead. Their cries were silenced as quickly as they began. Their bodies had now become a puddle of plasma. Young inspected the side of the rifle and noted its settings. One of them was for stunning a target and had first been used on him; the higher settings had different levels of strength. The current setting was at its maximum and closest to him. So they were prepared to kill me…

  He left the observation room the way his last two victims came in and followed the winding corridor until he entered the boxed room that had similar doors in front and beside him, but before he could proceed further, the doors behind him shut blocking his way forward. They still thought they had him caged. He had to think fast before they pulled any more tricks and noticed to his left and right grilles 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 had to leave the gun behind since he had no way of bringing it with him. The spork was small enough to come with him. As the space became tighter, he had to pull his shoulders inward just to squeeze through. With every grunt, the metal shaft scraped against his bare shoulders.

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  Fortunately enough for him, it didn’t take too long to reach another grille that blocked his exit. He heard more chatter close by, their shrill voices continued to grate on them. He bit his teeth together and punched the cover as hard as he could, making his hands bleed. Another punch or two later and the grille fell backwards, giving him a chance to leave his confinement. He pulled himself out of the shaft and got to one knee. The two chattering aliens stared at him like they had just met their maker. Young laughed and launched himself at both aliens, kicking one away from him while wrapping the other in a headlock. Once the life had drained from it. He approached the other alien and made short work of it too. All this and oh so fragile, if only my tribe could see me now!

  A few minutes later, a much larger group of aliens showed up, their weapons primed and ready to turn him to plasma goop too. He held up his hands and grinned from ear to ear. They chatted angrily to each other more than anything.

  “Where is your leader?” he asked, silencing them.

  To make his point clearer, he gestured to one and then moved his arms outwards to display something larger or 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. Now they seemed to understand what he was getting at. The one he pointed to laughed, as did the others. And he used this opportunity with that alien, looking away to first throw his spork at the one closest to it. It landed cleanly on the top of their head. His size alone did much of the work, barrelling through the group and scattering bodies everywhere. I just need one of their guns. He was like a hungry animal as he scrambled in the chaos to pick up one of the dropped rifles. Despite his stature, the aliens behind him managed to miss their shots, likely trying not to hit their own people. He had no such concerns. He sprayed and prayed until the numbers behind him became nothing more than puddles. He narrowly avoided the shots from those close to him, who had recovered from his surprise attack. He fired back and ended their misery. A single alien remained from his carnage, writhing on the floor. He brought his bare foot down on their head and growled again.

  “Leader! Where?”

  The alien mercifully pointed in the direction they had come from and what looked like left and then up. Young finished them off by stamping on their ugly face, leaving them a bloody mess under his blistered feet. Only now did he become aware of the damage his body had taken. Despite his physical prowess, he was not as he would have himself believed, invincible. It only made him long for Earth more, to experience the wet dirt again between his toes; it certainly beat this cold metal, sterile environment. The instructions it turned out led to some kind of elevation device that, when he selected the option that took him up, it 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 the door's opening, he would be less visible. 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 and, for many, a single Terran would be the only threat they would ever face and never again. He used a charged shot to hit three at once as they entered; parts of their bodies disintegrated and became plasma at his feet. He carefully looked over what remained of their bodies 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 down the wide, well-lit, white, and grey corridor to 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…