[Danny252]

'Sir, the alien is not responding.'
'Fine, then. Its alive, though?'
'Yes, but it wont respond and Im not going i there to make it either.'
'Why not?'
*A stretcher is wheeled past with a scientist, moaning quietly*
'He went in with the alien, it beat him up so bad we thought he wouldnt get out. Then some bright spark remembered the containment field button.'
'Well, I want to go see this alien.'
'Yessir.'

*A short time later, in the containment room*
'So, this is him?'
'Yes. We think he's sleeping right now.'
'Can I speak to it?'
'We have made a sort of rudimentary translator from what our men have told us about their speech, but its mainly battle commands.'
'Oh, I see. give him a zap, wake him up.'
*The alien yelps as it is shocked*
'Good, he's definately allright. Well, call me when you make some translation progress.'

*2 days later*
'Sir! We've got their language. We found translations of our language within their computer memory. Its not complete, but hey. We can talk to it.'
'I must see this.'

*The containment room*
'Alien species, please talk to us.' *A scientist said over a microphone, a strange language was heard as it was translated*
'I'd happily do kill you instead.' *Came a computerised voice back*
'What?'
'Its not the best translator...'
'Tell us about yourself. Why do you come? Why do you attack? Where are you from?'
'Us your world. Not clean humans. Clean... men of gills. Clean world, men of gills. Die, dirt, DIE!' *the alien screamed this last word and then rammed into the wall of his cell*
'Ouch. Thats enough for today...'
'Well, keep studying him. He said he was of our world, and I cannot see many alterations, genetically, like the other aliens. Maybe he is of our world, as he says.'