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

The quick-silver beam of light flashed through the atmosphere of Xanadu, smashing into its surface just outside the city of Moo Shoo. The inhabitants gathered around, hiding within the tall purple ferns, peering out with eyes on the end of long stalks. 
 
 A small chrome capsule sat in the middle of a charred crater, smoking in the light of the two alien suns. 
 
 The inhabitants waited for a seemingly infinite period of time. Although they had given up on technology a long time ago ( they had determined it was far more convenient to travel through dimensions and across solar systems by simply thinking about it as opposed to developing clumsy vehicles ), they recognized that such an intelligent mind must have created such a craft, and so they waited for this alien diplomat to show itself. 
 
 At last something shifted on the smooth exterior of the ship, a piece of the smoking hull dropping down into a ramp. More mist and smoke exhaled from the darkness within. A two legged creature emerged, standing on the ramp, surveying the surface of Xanadu. It removed its helmet. 
 
 A human. 
 
 Some of the inhabitants screamed ( their own Xanadu interpretation of a scream, anyways, which sounded more like a pop-gun than anything a human would recognize for a voice ). Others regurgitated the meal they had been digesting for the last two weeks through a specified hole in the center of their torsos. 
 
 Once, many thousands of years ago, the Xanadu had made contact with Earth. They had sent a team down to start a relationship with these primitive creatures, because although they almost nothing about them, they showed potential. 
 
 Only one returned. Two of them had been tortured by Early Paleothic hunter-gatherers before being roasted on spits over the camp-fire ( they caused massive indigestion and diarrhea across the tribe for a week ). The other was mauled by a saber-toothed tiger, after making the critical mistake of thinking it was just an exceptionally large cat. 
 
 The survivor came back with tales of horror, of the stupid brutal creatures, so hideously ugly and smelly that it be impossible to develop any time of communication with them whatsoever. 
 
 Now they saw these humans a few thousand years down the road, and recognized them instantly. The survivor had seriously under described their hideousness, how putrid that human stink was, but it was impossible to mistake it for anything else. 
 
 “ Greetings, Alien creatures, ” the human said. “ My name is Jim Bob. I ’ m just collecting a few samples for a some research and then I ’ ll be on my way. Sorry for the disturbance. ” He took a sample of the soil and held a gauge to the sky, squinting into the two suns. 
 
 The Xanadu tried to fire their psychic weapons – telepathic assaults that would render the victim mental retarded for the rest of this days, weapons that planted the irresitable temptation to gouge out one ’ s own eyeballs. However, none of it worked on the humans. The Xanadu lamented the sure destruction of their world. This man was immune to their warriors ’ greatest blows. 
 
 “ You guys are pretty cute, ” Jim-Bob said. He approached a quivering crowd of the Xanadu. They quaked before his awesome ugliness, awaiting their fate. He tried to pat one on the head. 
 
 The secreted grease from its hide started to burn through the creature, like salt on a slug. Ii screamed in agony as it dissolved into a pile of goo. 
 
 “ Cool, ” Jim-Bob said. 
 
 The Xanadu had never seen anything so appalling, so demonic, in all their years of intelligent, sentient life. They had never seen anything to inherently hostile to their people, so blindly stupid, yet capable of such amazing destruction. 
 
 “ Anways, I ’ ll be going now. I got ta finish the next two star systems before my shift is over. Have a good one. ” 
 
 The Xanadu had no idea why the human had decided to leave, especially after it had clearly arrived to commence with the destruction of their home world. They watched it recoil back into its ship, like some hideous hermit crab turning into its shell. The quicksilver beam of light reversed itself, pulling back into the sky, pulling the human with it. 
 
 They could only speculate about its motivations, about its possible return, about what kind of abysmal hole of darkness could have spawned such a nightmare. 

