“Please, you have to help us! They’re coming!”
My screams made the humans encircling us flinch. Several projectile weapons rose, prodding me back toward the middle and our stolen space cruiser. They shrank away, glancing up at the red, boiling clouds above.
Clasping three-fingered hands together, I hit my knees in the green grass. “Please…” I sobbed. My family peeked out of the cruiser hatch.
The humans understood; they just would not give us asylum.
The threatening clouds parted. A ball of electricity shot downward, accompanied by an increasing roar. Straight for us.
Watching it approach, I whispered, “Oh, Maker…”
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