(A flash fiction writing challenge taken from TerribleMinds Flash Fiction Friday Challenge )
It walked inside the spaceship and then it sat down. Without so much as a "Hello," or a "how do you do?" Whatever it was, Hans thought to himself, it was rude. Especially considering they were traveling at lightspeed. Incredibly rude. And impossible. Who or what did this thing think it was, coming onto his ship without a word in the middle of traveling through space?
"Hey," Hans said, standing up from the command chair, gesturing with his high-tech laser gun. He really liked that gun, all silver and shiny. Impressive, it was definitely the kind of gun a ship captain would have. He pointed the gun at It. "Who are you?" Hans asked. "Err, what are you?"
It did not reply. It stared at him. Or he thought It did. It didn't have a face, or any discernible features. It was white, and man-shaped.
Hans glanced at his crew. They sat at their posts, all facing It, confused and worried expressions on their faces. Hans thought he should probably be worried too. Something had entered the spaceship while it traveled at a speed faster than could really be comprehended. That sounded bad. Impossible even. Things that could do the impossible should be feared, he thought.
But he was too damn mad. If It was so powerful and amazing, the least It could have done was ask before It strolled in, or at least, let them know It was coming. And after strolling onto his ship without a care? It had sat down. Like an unwelcome relative to dinner.
"Hey," Hans said, louder. "Asshole, what the fuck are you doing on my spaceship?" He made sure the deadly end of the gun pointed at It. That would scare it. Definitely.
It turned It's head ever-so-slightly.
The gun melted in Hans' hands. He threw it down with a yelp.
"Now that's just plain rude!" He shouted, pointing an accusing finger, jabbing it in It's direction. "You come onto my ship, sit down and melt my gun? What is this universe coming to? Why, in my day, if an alien came onto your ship, they were goddamned polite about it! Haven't you any common decency?"
"Captain..." Talwart said, wiping nervous sweat from his brow. He was always sweating, a common problem among Bigfeet. Everyone had always thought Big Foot a myth and then after space travel, they found out he was just an alien stuck on earth. "Captain, maybe you should be a little...nicer to It?"
"Nicer?" Hans growled, glaring. "It has the audacity to-"
The voice exploded in Hans' head, eliminating every thought. Silence came after. A look at his crewmates told him they had heard as well. Their mouths had dropped and they stared at It.
Hans grumbled. "Now It interrupts me in the middle of speaking...Aliens ain't got no manners..." he muttered to himself.
I AM NOT AN ALIEN. I AM A GOD.
"...Could've told me that before you melted my goddamn gun..." Hans kept on, under his breath, looking down at the melted pool on the floor.
THE GUN, NOT IMPORTANT. YOUR FEELINGS, NOT IMPORTANT.
"Maybe not important to you..."
SHUT UP. JUST SHUT YOUR MOUTH.
Hans opened his mouth to say that that was no way to speak to a captain on his own ship, when he found no noise would come out.
It stood, raising what could be called hands.
LISTEN TO THE END OF THE UNIVERSE.
Whiteness enfolded them. They saw nothing but white.
LISTEN AND KNOW, YOU ARE THE ONLY ONES WHO CAN STOP IT.
The white faded, leaving everyone gasping for breath, eyes wide. Hans staggered to his feet.
"You could have warned us before...all that...Would have been the polite thing to do..." He stammered, leaning against the wall.
It shook It's head.
I DO NOT LIKE YOUR ODDS. BUT I DID NOT CHOOSE...ENOUGH. LISTEN, IF YOU WISH TO SAVE EVERYTHING. IGNORE, AND EVERYTHING ENDS.
It waited, looking at them all.
Hans stood straight, puffing out his chest. "Well, get on with it then. We're waiting."