The Simulation.

Frank stumbled out of the simulator feeling nauseous.

“An honorable first attempt.” Tas shouted.

“A real Dakruzar would not be so pitiful.” Scral spat, “Why do we have to help this little half-breed?” he asked, turning to face Tas.

“Because he is worthy.” Tas scorned.

Scral stormed out, knocking a small robot over in the process.

“I apologize for my associate, I am not overly fond of him myself.” Tas consoled Frank.

“That’s okay…” Frank returned, regaining his bearings.

“You should get some rest Franklin, you have done well today. I will attempt to reason with Scral.” Tas comforted him.

“Okay thanks.” Frank said, “Hey Tas, what did Scral mean before, when he said ‘A last resort for unworthy allies’?”

Tas had already turned to leave, “Nevermind that, he was trying to frighten you, Scral has an unfortunate opinion of half-borns. I will be in touch Franklin.” Tas smiled and left, leaving Frank to find his own way out.

Something majorly suspicious was going on with the Dakruzar. Frank decided that now was as good a time as ever to do some snooping, so he made for the main hanger. Reaching the ship, Tas and Scral were nowhere to be seen, so Frank headed to the place where he had seen the cannon.

The weapon sat there, attached to the underside of the ship. Frank approached with **** caution; he saw that all of the markings on the side were not in any language he had ever seen. But amongst the gibberish, he could make out one little symbol, it looked to be a mushroom cloud.

“You will leave if you wish to live, human.” Scral sneered.

Scral had once again snuck up on Frank, making him jump.

“Sorry… I was just curious.” Frank breathed, his heart racing.

Scral just stared at him. Frank took this as his chance to leave and scrambled to the exit. He eventually made it to the hallway, after some panic induced confusion, and watched as the hole in the ceiling began to open. A staircase materialized out of the wall in front of him and Frank climbed back to the outside world.

Rushing to his car, Frank sped off. The giant alien, Scral, had scared the living shit out of him. His opinion of the aliens had plummeted with this visit. Tas seemed to be deliberately withholding information from him and Scral just seemed to despise him.

Frank’s blood pulsed as he cruised back on the highway. Eventually calming down he glanced at the clock, it was already 5 o’clock, the simulation must have gone for a lot longer than he realized. He laughed to himself about what had just happened, he had just escaped an underground lair and there were two things for certain: one was that he was alive; the other was that he was incredibly horny.