Albert II’s eyes came into focus, with lights glowing softly over head. They dance lightly in and out of view. He tilts his head forward and realizes that he’s being pulled by the end of his space suit by two dogs. Yet, somethings not right. He feels a chill up his tail into his spine.
“Something’s terribly wrong” Albert II surprises himself that he’s able to talk but before even given the chance to think about it, his mouth goes agape. He’s not being dragged by Dogs.
“Dogs don’t have 6 legs!” The creatures turn their gaze towards him and Abert II goes into shock and screams
“Dogs don’t have 4 compound eyes and green fur and terrible.. terrible and and and OHOHH AAHHH AHHH AHH
ALIENS OHH AHH AHH! ”
His adrenaline kicks in and he unbuckles his pants and flings himself back with such force that the creatures stumble forwards having lost the mass of the macaque. Albert with arms outstretched and with the gentleness of a natural acrobat landed in handstand and through instinct alone. Through the training he had seized in Astrochimp training he grabs at the opportunity and gently let his momentum swing around and he thrust out. ZOOM! he flies like a javelin at the one of the aliens and strikes it in the face, knocking it unconscious. The other aliens turns to face the attacker, but Albert II has already climbed the side of the wall and is coming down with an aerial attack. He buries his furry fist deep into the aliens skull and down it goes down as well.
Albert II after assessing the that all hostiles had been neutralized slumps down with eyes furrowed begins to think.
Stuck behind enemy lines, location unknown.
He feels the weight of the situation on him and it pushes him down, his eyes glaze over and eyelids begin to close and he remembers. The light, the soothing beautiful light, and the horror that followed. He jumps back, heart poounding, like it was about to burst out of his chest.
“That’s right, this is no time to be dozing…” he stops, he’s not alone, and from out the shadows another creature jumps out and tackles him and they both tumble about the floor. A pain rushes through him as the attacker’s jaws clamp down on his left leg. Albert II clasps his hands together and brings them down like a hammer into the creatures side and it gives out a might yelp.
“Инопланетной нечисти!” the creature screams.
Albert II is stunned “Wait! I know that language. That’s Russian!”
The creature stops as well. Taking a few steps back stepping back into the light. A dog in a cosmonaught suit is reveleaved. She begins to growl.
“гух! Американский мразь!” and leaps at Albert II again.
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