Andersen has some questions.

“So is this how you make contact with other species?” Mr. Andersen asks.

“Oh, no.” Zak replies. “I wasn’t even supposed to make contact at all, only observe. You are, after all, a pre-hyper drive species. However, I was captured by covert agents of your government and had to effect an escape. I encountered Victor while attempting to evade recapture, and learned more about your culture from him in twelve hours than we had learned in twelve years by passive observation of your broadcasts.”

The sound of helicopters interrupta the conversation. You step outside, questing outward with your mind. The two choppers clear the trees and open fire, carving twin lines of bullet holes on either side of you but failing to harm you.

“Was that a warning shot?” you ask no one in particular.

“Victor Phillips, stay where you are!” a voice blares.

“Oh, I’m not going anywhere.” You remark. Flexing your mental power, you disassemble the helicopters in midair. The pilots glance about themselves in confusion as they found themselves hovering amidst the flying pieces of their vehicles. You toss the pilots into the lake and reassembled the helicopters.

“Wow, that’s some trick!” Mr. Andersen mutters.

Dak, do you want to explain it or should I? You think.

“I’ll do it.” Dak’s image says. “You go console the mothers of your children.”