He held his breath as the Aliens checked his pod. but there was no time. the hatch opened and they alien held his lance towards his throat. He spoke in some sort of gargled language. He tried his own tongue: [b]"Ni muno Basoth vuclech eh cho Implacton koekro, requol ieal rumso umja rog ac gurp cholo"[/b] It translates into: [i]"My name is Basroth of the Implacton people, lower your lance and let us talk, there is no need for this violence"[/i] If the alien did understand His gesture then it took it as a threat. The lance was launched into where Basoth's head was located, luckily he moved his head to the side allowing the lance to miss. 

He honestly didn't want to fight, after all this was the mother ship and from his experience it was where the whole residence of the race lived. but he needed a way out. He doubled his size and kicked the alien in through the other wall. [b]"I'm sorry, but it seems that you didn't see me destroy your previous fighter, I can easily destroy another alien."[/b] At that point he remembered where he was. he ran out to the deck of the hangar and saw where he was. he braced for a fight, turning his right arm into a sword and his left into a hammer. If a fight was coming he was ready