Alien A**holes (Tallest x reader)

6. Jail bird to free bird

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I'm not suprised.

I'm not suprised that every couple of hours would mark the death of yet another irken.

It seems that the two leaders loved killing their time and boredom by throwing a poor, unsuspecting alien out of the airlock.

How did I know?

Well I had to watch them walk to their doom as they passed the cell I was locked within. Apparently, this dungeon was also a shortcut too one of many airlocks and I got to see every single person who would be thrown out of it.

I think that was the hardest thing I had to discover on this ship.

It wasnt because of my moral compass, though that was part of the reason. It was just difficult to have to see someone plead so hard for their life. These irkens were going to die. They knew that. I knew that. And there was no one who had the courage to stop it.

What's worse is the concept that they didnt do anything wrong! They just happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time. And that's what makes this ship so much like Earth.

What a sad, cold truth.

I decided not to look up when I heard footsteps approaching. I couldnt bare to look into the eyes of another irken who had yet to die. It was too much to handle. There was no struggling to be heard but I wouldnt take chances in looking up. I was far too shaken to assume anything.

The footsteps where getting louder and closer. Whoever was walking had very light steps. They were very small. The curiosity was killing me, but I refused to look up.

The footsteps stopped in front of my cell. I could see the Irkens feet. They were indeed tiny.

"Uh...hi" the irken muttered out with a small and insecure voice.

Wait...I knew that voice!

I looked up to see a sight for sore eyes.

Spunk was standing just outside the cell, his silver-blue eyes shining. Though that could just be my imagination. Maybe he was my metaphorical angel. At least, it seemed that way.

The thing I was most relieved to know was he appeared uninjured and he wasnt panicked. It would seem everything is okay.

He is okay. I'm okay. That's all that matters.

"Spunk! Are you okay?"

.......Well I had to make sure!!!

The sweet alien managed to give a reassuring nod at my question, as well as a small smile.

"I'm fine. Though, the tallest did disallow me from piloting my favourite ship. Defending a human doesnt bode well with the higher ups...nor flying the massive without permission" he confessed, antennae lowering a little.

I hated everything I just heard. He was punished for both saving the entire armada as well as standing up for someone who did nothing wrong.

...ok maybe I should've thought before insulting the leaders of an entire empire.....BUT STILL!

"That's bullshit!" I yelled, now stood up.

Spunk flinched, before his softened gaze glanced upwards to look at my face. He looked so saddened. It wasnt right! He really loved that ship. It was clear as day.

I only sighed. This was technically my fault. I told him to pilot the massive, to take me to the control room. He couldve sold me out and I wouldve been toast. Or spread on toast.