The Captain tapped his subordinate on the shoulder. 'What seems to be the problem?' he asked. Just as the first syllable left the captain's mouth the subordinate stopped. He slowly turned around on his chair to meet the face of his inquirer. Frightened, He started chattering meaningless syllables until he gathered the courage to blurt out his first sentence. "N-Nothing, S-S-Sir, I was just w-working on this p-p-p-p-project!" The captain looked over at his workstation. His eyes widened, "You were to have this to me by last week, drone!" he cried. The subordinate let out a little scream. "I r-r-ran into some difficulties, s-s-sir!" he stuttered. The Captain raised an eyebrow. "What kind of trouble? Why isn't this finished? you lazy curr!" The subordinates heart raced. He felt like it was going to burst out of his chest any second now. A part of him wished for it to happen just so he could escape this awful situation. The captain started to lose his temper. "Answer me you scrawny little bastard! Right now, or I'll have you thrown out of the airlock!" Suddenly, something strange happened within the subordinate. All his fear and anxiety transformed into pure anger. "You have 3 seconds, you fucking bastard!" screamed the captain. "ONE!.... TWO...." "I AM OTTO FEIGLING!" without thinking, he had interupted the captain, who watched in complete surprise.
"I am sick of you pushing me around! I may be at the bottom of the food chain, but I demand to be respected!" He looked around the room "All my brothers and sister will not tolerate this! There are 20 of us and one of you!" The captain narrowed his eyes as the rebel continued. We will rise against you! Who is with me?! Come comrades! Let's take this bastard dow-...!" Before he could finish his speech, he felt a sharp, searing pain in his chest. He looked down to find one of the Captain's horns buried within his chest. Otto gasped loudly. The captain threw him into a nearby terminal. He hit the machine with a deafening crash. Otto let out a loud groan as he pathetically slumped to the floor Through his tears of pain, Otto saw the Captain walk towards him. "Not so talkative now are you, human?" the Captain chuckled. He quickly turned and disappeared from Otto's diminishing sight. Otto winced in pain as he looked down at his ravaged torso. The captain had punctured a massive hole in the middle of his stomach, he caught a glimpse of his entrails sprawling around the bloody floor around him. Otto quickly looked up in order to stop himself from vomitting and noticed a fellow human sitting at a desk near him. He weakly reached out his quivering hand to her for help. She ignored his existence completely. His hand flopped to the floor as he let out a defeated groan. The tapping of keyboards started to fade. His sterile white surroundings changed to an impenetrable black. Otto took his last breath and succumbed to the cold, dark embrace of death.
