Invasion

42509

I lay my red-raw back on a backrest with worn-out wheels, under the mammoth sized control panel for the sixth time today. My surprisingly light-weight wrench in my left claw, competently turning multiple screws and bolts back into place. I heard my name being called above me. I looked under my arm and saw a pair of monster-like feet, complete with long, black talons and dirty-blonde fur, with sand coloured felt wrapped several times around his monster-like feet, standing upright. I sighed and pushed myself out from under the rusty, old control panel, just to see our leader staring down with a disapproving look on his lion-like face, whiskers flickering. Our leader spoke with a ruff-gruff voice when he addressed me "I thought I told you to fix that, 42509?!", I responded in the politest way I could thing of "I am very sorry, sir but the wires can not be fixed, we need new ones" fidgeting with my wrench, fighting the ever growing panic inside. Our leader shook his head with dissatisfaction, storming away from me with drama, huffing and puffing.

On the way down the corridor, wires hissed and the ship creaked unhealthy. I stepped over the other crew members as they tried to fix the large puncture holes in our ship from our last encounter with those brats from the silver planet, otherwise known as Toxicons. When I got to my cave like dorm at the back of the broken ship. I plonked myself down on my hammock, swinging with enough momentum that I might fall off but I stayed on. I thought to myself that we will be on Earth tomorrow. Things will be better then...