Though war was not yet upon us, we needed more information on how the aliens converted their slaves. We did not yet know whether all were transformed into the mech slaves we had just encountered, or whether there were different levels of slavery. But this was just the tip of what we did not know.
Did they use telepathy? Could they sense us near? What did they look like behind the illusion? Exactly what could kill them, if anything?
If they were telepathic, could tinfoil shield our thoughts from them? Or was that ineffective? What about military helmets?
Our opportunity came when one of the alien soldiers strayed into our territory and became so entangles within our nets that he/it could not free itself.
Free me, it tried to command one of the soldiers in my patrol, free me, slave.
“I am not your slave,” he responded, “I take orders only from Jeff and he has not commanded me to release you.”
Release me and your reward will be great, it promised in a lie.
“Nothing doing,” the soldier returned.
Show me this Jeff, it demanded, perhaps it will see the need to release me.
“I doubt that, alien,” I smirked, “I am Jeff.”
I see nothing where the voice came from, it was now in a panic, what trickery is this?
It suddenly dawned on us that I did not exist to the aliens. I smiled.
“No trickery,” I began, taunting, “I am God of this world. And I lead these men in their mission to clear your kind from Earth.”
But how can you not be seen? It begged.
“Cage it,” I commanded my patrol, ignoring the alien’s frantic question, “we’ll take it to base. radio ahead and tell the doctors to have a manually operated restraint table ready. we’re going to interrogate this alien and take vitals to see if we can defeat them easily.”
I knew that my decision was likely declaring war upon the aliens, but I didn’t care as long as we could gather vital information from them. Their weaknesses. Their physiology. The makeup of their armor. Why some of us existed to them while others did not.
I watched as three of my soldiers wrapped the alien so that it could no longer beg or plead for its release. I got the feeling that they were also trying to ensure that it could not attempt to use any mental powers against them as we transported it back to base. I couldn’t blame them.
On took a syringe and loaded it with a tranquilizer. Surprisingly, he found a weak spot in the alien’s armor and sedated the pittiful being. This made it easier for the other two soldiers to bind the limp alien to a makeshift stretcher so that it could be transported.
After untangling it from the netting-once it was sedated and unable to attack-and securing it to the stretcher, we began our patrol again. This time, we headed back to camp. The sooner we got the captive back to the docs, the sooner we could pry answers from it.
“Ask it why it cannot see me,” I instructed.
“Why can’t you see Jeff?” The doctor demanded.
You humans, it began, or most of you, are easy for us to see. Mentally, you are bright beacons to us. And though some are dim, most are bright lights. It depends on your level of intelligence. That is how we see you. your psy-waves.
As with all races, there are also some who do not appear to us. Some races have learned to block us from seeing them. Others are naturally endowed with such an ability. While we can hear them, physically, we cannot see them. This makes them deadly to us since they do not psychically exist to us.
“How do we kill your kind?” I asked.
Find the weaknesses in our armor, it began, or find a disease that you are immune to that we are not.
“Can we see through your illusions?” I pressed.
“Yes,” it nodded, with this...though a null-that’s what we call those we cannot see-might also be able to see us as we truly are.
It handed the doctor a a visor of sorts.
“Then,” I nodded, “I could possibly see your leaders as they truly are without the visor?”
“Yes, it averred, you are a threat to all of us. Unseen. A voice without an origin. The perfect assassin.
“Will your own weapons work against you?” I pushed.
“Yes, it weakly nodded, if you are successful enough to steal samples. it paused. May I inquire what you injected into me?
“A tranquilizer,” I began, “we sedated you so we could safely transport you. Why?”
“It is slowly killing me, it replied, its chemical makeup is unknown to my race. Please, I beg you, end my misery. I can no longer detect any of you because of the poison.
I nodded to the scientist, who euthanized the alien.
“Study what you can of his anatomy before he decomposes too much,” I instructed, “then disassemble his armor and study it in hopes of creating something similar for us.” I looked around at all present. “we know two things. First, viruses and other diseases will kill them as will earthly medicinal chemicals. These natural weapons we can use to our advantage.
“Secondly, their own weapons will kill them. Which gives us hope.”
“Sir,” a soldier interrupted, “we also know that they cannot see you or others.”
“Good,” I smiled, “you were listening.”
I had opted to go on this first scouting mission alone. No need to jeopardize anyone else. After all, the aliens could not see me. I did not exist to them.
We all knew that war was inevitable. Once the alien soldier did not return, its superiors would search for it. when it could not be found, they would realize that it had been taken hostage. This would cause them to declare war.
I hoped that I could steal some of the alien weapons before that happened. We needed to be prepared. Hell. We needed all the help we could get.