[ WP ] You are an alien explorer sent to make first contact with Earth . You never made it .

Zerda stared at his holographic monitor and looked from his console, his four eyes blinking at me. We sat in the confined space of our command pod, aboard our interstellar scout ship the Drix'ridia. 
 
 The pod was filled with glowing translucent holographic lights from our various panels, monitors and holo-graphic displays. I could sense he was rather serious by the scowl on his pale gray skin. 
 
 `` We approach the primary planet of the Sol system.'' he pushed a holo button and the protective heat shield slid open above our command cockpit, revealing the darkness of space. I held my breath as a large grey orb suddenly appeared above us. 
 
 Zerda nodded. `` It is the only moon of the primary planet, we should be clearing it's darkside in two pectars.'' 
 
 I shook my head as I leaned back from my console, my eyes stinging. I had been watching transmissions from Earth for the last 1800 Pectars and I was tired, nearly exhausted. 
 
 It had seemed exciting at first when I was summoned by the Zoraxian high command to help with the scouting mission. Like most young officers for the Zoraxian space fleet I had been excited beyond all measure of the word. It was why we all joined, to explore the unknown and reach out across the stars to meet alien species. 
 
 The drama and transmissions of the Sol system had been well known. They had been generating low mega-watt energy transmissions for over eighty years and the Zoraxian high command knew it was soon time to make initial contact. 
 
 You can imagine my shock when I and Zerda were chosen from thousands of Zoraxian fleet candidates. I had never been more proud in all my career. Of course there was a price to pay. 
 
 It meant a long term journey across the Kitos sector, traveling across 16 light years to interact with a potentially backward or dangerous alien society. I had been thrilled and carried out my duties to the best of my ability. I dreamed what initial contact would be, what secrets we would discover. It all made me feel like a child again. I had been filled with awe with the idea of reaching across the vastness of space and making some meaningful contact with these species. It would n't just be a highlight of my fleet career, it would be a crowning achievement of my life as a officer and as a Zoraxian citizen. I would make history and bridge a gap that was 16 light years across. It could possibly change everything... forever. 
 
 This excitment had fueled me like some limitless power source. All through my training, all throughout our long distance journey. Even as we deployed from our long range cruiser from beyond the solar system. This excitement had carried me so far..... until we arrived to the Sol system and started to receive transmissions from the primary planet. I studied them with abated horror. Even after 1800 Pectars I had said little to Zerda. 
 
 I double checked my translator settings again, something had to be wrong but for the tenth time I found no error in our computer translation system. The images and videos I was seeing were correct and I shuddered in my seat. I cataloged them and recorded them, but I already knew exactly what I was looking at. It was barbarism. 
 
 `` Whats wrong?'' Zerda asked, noticing my cranial tentacles were writhing, a sign of Zoraxian discomfort. 
 
 `` The earthlings.... are...'' I held my breath. 
 
 `` What? What is it Perdos?'' Zerda asked me, two of his eyes staring at me, his other two eyes staring at the navigation system. `` Do they have defensive orbital star fighters? Do they intend to intercept? Tell them we are peaceful'' he said with a worried expression on his brow. 
 
 `` No. They might... Earthlings are far more dangerous than we were told.'' I stammered. 
 
 `` What do you mean?'' He asked, his 4 eyes now staring at me. 
 
 `` Our initial reports are incorrect. They are not a peaceful civilization on the cusp of interstellar travel Zerda.'' I stated plainly. I let out a sigh and I saw his cranial tentacles emerge from his gladial sacs on the side of his head. 
 
 `` Explain Perdos.'' he said in a commanding tone. 
 
 `` I have studied these earth transmissions in detail and have come to the logical conclusion that we are in grave danger.'' 
 
 There was a moment of silence as our Zitranium engine roared as we crossed the darkside of the moon. Above us, we watched as a large blue orb fill the darkness of space. The planet earth in all of it's majesty was staring down at us with it's blue oceans and white clouds. 
 
 Zerda checked the sensors. `` Multiple transmissions across the EM spectrum. They could be scanning us. What should we do?'' 
 
 `` We turn around immediately and abort the mission. Perhaps recommend planetary sanitation.'' I retorted. 
 
 `` Why? According to initial radio telescope scans, they have mastered energy transmission.'' 
 
 `` No, they have not. They are a crude civilization that is war mongering and dangerous. I have come to learn they are ill suited for space travel and highly xenophobic. They may kill us on sight and steal our technology. The transmissions can not be interpreted any other way. They are barbaric.'' 
 
 `` Explain Perdos.'' Zerda replied. `` I did n't come across the Kitos sector to fail.'' 
 
 `` I told you, we are in imminent danger. Earthlings are extremely dangerous. They do not care for themselves. They imprison and segregate each other. They commit acts of crime and war with one another. They are exceedingly advanced in warfare. They are barbaric with one another and utilize prisons, torture, hoard food and resources from one another. They do n't even share planetary resources. They are filled with small minded hate, and just not a few. The masses Zerda.'' 
 
 `` Barbaric.'' Zerda said as he turned his attention to our weapon systems. `` I'm powering up our photon carrier gun and our energy shields. We will protect ourselves!'' 
 
 A red alarm started to flash and we both saw a high energy burst transmission from Earth orbit. 
 
 Zerda's tentacles sucked back into his head. `` High output transmission detected at grid 034 mark 78. I'm isolating the focal point.'' 
 
 A display suddenly showed a fork shaped metal building orbiting planet earth and we gasped. It appeared to be a military station in high orbit. I looked to Zerda. 
 
 `` They may be charging a energy weapon. Or it could be a transmission.'' I said watching the strange building floating high above the planet. 
 
 Zerda turned his four eyes to me. `` It may be a attempt to communicate.'' 
 
 I turned back to my console and began isolating the primitive radio frequencies. I flipped the audio on and we heard a crackle followed by a alien voice speaking in some primitive language. I activated the voice translator and suddenly we could hear them. 
 
 `` This is the International Space Station. To the unknown vessel approaching from the dark side of the moon. We mean you no harm. Can you please identify yourself?'' the message began to repeat and I turned off the audio. 
 
 Zerda looked at me concerned. `` Should we reply? We have a chance to make initial contact.'' 
 
 `` No Zerda. We will not.'' I stated boldly. `` We ca n't.'' 
 
 `` Why not? We are in transmission range, we can make contact with them!'' he said angrily. 
 
 `` No, I have studied the earthling transmissions. The one thing they excel at is deception. They are no doubt preparing orbital defenses to destroy us. Or worse yet, capture us for surgical experimentation.'' 
 
 `` Understand this Zerda, if they are violent with one another, they will treat us no better. In my study of the earth broadcasts I have learned much. They are war mongers. They let children starve and excel in butchery.'' 
 
 Zerda seemed to nod his head. `` I understand. It seems a shame to have traveled so far to realize this now. Perhaps we should send a message to our earthling neighbors. That we are not to be trifled with.'' 
 
 I nodded my head. `` Agreed. Let us send one transmission to this... International Space Station. Let them know that we too are acquainted with war and will not tolerate enemy threats from such a backwards and pathetic race. Target this so called International Space Station.'' 
 
 `` Affirmative'' Zerda said activating the weapons systems with his tentacled fingers. `` Locked in to the main super structure.'' 
 
 We heard the Zitranium battery power our forward energy carrier and I scoffed. `` They do not want to communicate to advance themselves or share science. They are not on the path to enlightenment. They are monsters, parasites. We will communicate them in the only language they understand.'' 
 
 Zerda nodded and in a bright green flash we sent the only transmission they would comprehend. 

