“From this moment forward Dawg, we speak only in Earthling English. It is imperative our mission is successful, we must be ready for anything.” Zorg pulls his black elastic hood tightly over his large green scalp, tucks his collar tight under his pointy grey chin, clicks his eye shield & protective goggles firmly into place activating ultraviolet night vision, while sparks flicker deep within its dark lenses. He dusts down his skin-tight, leather-like alien commando engagement suit, systematically initiates an array of guerrilla gadgets & multi-coloured intelligence icons while he conducts his final equipment check with the utmost precision. –
“Always remember, 717 years of evolutionary development theoretically provides us with the stealth and intellect to outwit an earthling at any hour, however do not underestimate the unpredictable tendencies and seductions of the human mind. The dangerously deluded spirit offers many distractions. Be alert my brother, remain watchful at all times.”
Dawg follows his twin brothers lead, activates goggles, pauses for 3 seconds to center his Terrestrial Chi and claps his heavily gloved 3 fingered hands together, “Lez hit it cuz! Andromeda is all ova dis piss-ant puny-ass poor excuse for a Galaxy !!” In a 3 fingered A sign he knuckle-shuffles a leathery finger across a lone infra red 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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