Wesley Richter

[Zapp]

Wesley wrestled the unconscious Wilde from their escape pods and onto two stretchers he had wheeled in. Strapping them down hard and forcing straight jackets onto them, he now considered what to do next. Supposedly, he had some powerful Nomad device in his ship, if he could believe what that other Nomad had said one of them gained consciousness, and started fighting against the bonds. Foam came out of his mouth, and his head came up and down with force, each time slamming the headrest of the stretcher.

Going more on a gut feeling than anything, Wesley walked forward and put both hands on the mans head, forcing it down. He resisted, but lacked the strength. Soon, the eyes started glowing purple, and the man made some guttural grunt. The purple shifted through the color spectrum, straight down to red and straight back up to purple. Something weird was happening the lights flickered, and took a purple cast. The man quieted and settled down, and then it was over. He was dead.

Before he realized he was backing away, Wesleys back hit the wall of the cargo bay. The other one had awoken to watch, and just sat there, quietly, a look of pleading fighting with a look of hostility, each taking its turn as if the Nomad and human were fighting.

Please he said in a small voice, then a hiss: Pathetic human help you cannot hope me. to win. We are too strong.

At the end, the Nomad seemed to have the upper hand. Wesley, full of uncertainty except for the fact that he had to do something, walked forward and placed his hands on the mans head. This time something different was happening, his eyes didnt turn purple, and the lights did not take a purple ambience. However, the man convulsed on the bed, each muscle undergoing severe spasms. The only warning was a faint purple glow coming from his mouth, before this this thing slithered out, screaming. No, not screaming, but projecting piercing telepathic messages that felt like a high-pitched squeal. It flopped to the ground, like a fish out of water. Wesley, too shocked, didnt realize he had pulled his gun until he put the entire clip into the damn thing.

The man lay on the table, passed out, yet breathing raggedly.