[ WP ] An alien race encounters the most terrifying predator imaginable . A lone , unarmed human .

* *Translated from the logs of the KRIKNETSH Fleet, Scientific Outpost 2.1.38976.2, TRIVIN Era* 
 
 We'd never imagined the beast would be so resourceful. It was squishy, pink, and it did n't even have an exoskeleton. Like one of our young, it lacked a proper defense from the elements. But we were wrong. When we first encountered it, it was lost, naked, scared, and weak with malnourishment. We thought it needed our help. We never could have predicted its ruthless spirit. 
 
 We convinced it to follow us, to come to our encampment, where we gave it a youth's suit to put on. The suit was like a mock exoskeleton until our young's flesh grew hard enough to do without. Of course, we had to configure it to accommodate those strangely jointed limbs it had, but that was a small matter, the Nurser had seen some strange mutations in their time, and made short work of the matter. 
 
 Once it was suited, we took it to Medical to understand its biology, as best as our field systems could allow us. It turned out it could eat just about anything living and carbon based, provided they were n't caustic in nature. But for liquids it needed a di-hydrogen-oxygen compound that we could synthesize, but at great cost. We would need to convert an entire tank of our much heavier fluids, just to get a small storage that it could quaff from. Its body was comprised of much of the same, if only at a cellular level. It obviously needed the fluid to survive for even a short amount of time. We estimated it could last 7 cycles without. 
 
 We thought it strange that it needed to ingest nourishment through the crazy bone-protrusion-lined orifice that it made noises, and breathed from. It seemed really inefficient, but when after its initial apprehension at sampling our provisions for it, it quickly devoured all it could see. Such strange biology. The limb that carried that orifice also seemed to be where it kept most of its sensory tissues and held a large nerve tissue cluster. We figured this is where its thought-patterns would originate from, if it had any. 
 
 Things were okay for a couple of cycles, we ran tests to confirm its level of intelligence, finding out that it could manipulate very small object in significant ways with its oddly shaped tentacles on the end of its limbs, much in the same way the small tactile tentacles we grew as our exoskeleton hardened, so we too could manipulate the environment. It seemed fairly inefficient to only be able to hold two tools at once though. 
 
 We'd made progress getting responses and communicating simple ideas, when Sciencer dictated we should see if the Interlink Thought Hoop would allow us to directly communicate with its mind. 
 
 That was where we went wrong. Reflecting back, it was with this moment that we now know and understand the thought-pattern Fear, and where its intellect and ruthless ability to adapt and survive became deadly to us. 
 
 Lacking a proper [ Kizzzzthk ] to place the hoop on, we placed it just below the bulbous limb that housed its largest nerve cluster. It did n't like that at all. We were blasted with a sense that we did n't understand initially, and we later came to understand that our device allowed it to hunt us. 
 
 It had a hunger unlike anything we could have imagined, and it was not a hunger for sustenance, but violence. Our placid nature just made it want to take advantage of us further, and it probed our thoughts much more deeply than we could it. Its complex nerve cluster was so well protected telepathically we only got surface thoughts as they were happening and being acted on. We could not grasp any complex processes that led to these, but we could sense a deeper thought-system at work. 
 
 As if this was n't negative enough, it began to test the device and use it like any other tool, manipulating our thought-forms, extracting information, and even hurting some of our weak. We thought it was accidental, and surely it would show the same peaceful intentions we had once it got the hang of using the device. Oh.. How we were wrong. We'd given it exactly what it wanted, a way off of this rock, and a chance to hunt us down. 
 
 It grasped a few thought-forms from Guard that directly translated: Prisoner. Escape. Danger. Defiant. Killer. Abandon. Punish. 
 
 It was n't here by accident and helpless.. It had been abandoned here as punishment for its actions. 
 
 Then it began forcing the thought-form of Pain on us. One by one, overcoming our senses, punishing us with our own device. It then fashioned tools from our technology, understanding so much quicker the intricacies needed to operate them. It took blades for exoskeleton scraping and cleaning, turned them on our flesh, eviscerating our organs. 
 
 Guard had stumbled too close, and dropped the beam-projector into range when the beast had struck out with a thought-form-pain spike. It easily adapted its tiny-tentacle limbs to wield the defense tool and turned it on Guard as its first target, boiling the flesh into particles. Then made a most horrendous noise of Joy. We can only surmise that because of the thought we got from it was... Pleasure. 
 
 Not Enjoy. Not Happy. Those were part of it, though. Pleasure. Release. Reproduction. These drove it to kill more of us. It wanted fulfillment of these thought-patterns again and again. We could n't stop it. It tore its way through almost all fifty or us, cutting us apart, burning our flesh, each time getting a reproductive pleasure burst, which excited it to keep going. 
 
 Nurser and Recorder [ ME/I/MYSELF ] made our way to the emergency escape pods, and that was only after much evasion during all the confusion. We had to remove our hoops and use purely physical signals to make our way to the pod, lest the beast track us with the hoop. We never imagined the device could be manipulated that way. Researchers will be examining this information for hundreds of cycles to figure out how it did it. 
 
 But for now we are safe. The beast probably made its way to one of the pods and found its way back to where ever it came from. We managed to go through the files and picked up a few thought-patterns unintentionally recorded on the hoops. First, it called itself [ HUMAN ]. Secondly, this [ HUMAN ] was what it called [ FEMALE ]. 
 
 We all conceded that if this was the reproducing side of their species, we want nothing to do with them. Universe help us if we ever encounter another. 
 
 *End entry. * 
 *Further information and protocols can be found in Database, under [ HUMAN ]. *
