[ WP ] There is unrest in the galaxy but the advanced alien races that populate it lack the capacity to kill . One alien race decides to recruit the humans of earth as their military .

Mark settled onto the couch in front of the TV with his favorite beer in hand. It was Sunday and his favorite team, the Giants, was playing in the playoffs this afternoon. The game wouldn ’ t start for another few hours but Mark liked to catch the pre-game commentary when he could. Although Mark had let himself go a bit since his college days he was still young and in his prime with few responsibilities. Life as a bachelor didn ’ t get much better than days like today. The commentary was just beginning when the picture began to fuzz. “ Oh come on ” Mark grumbled. “ What is it this time?! ” The apartment ’ s electric was old and Mark ’ s landlord was not the sort to put extra money into a place if he didn ’ t absolutely need to. As Mark got up to check the breakers, the sky outside grew dark and a faint buzzing sound permeated the air. As the apartment shook and the room blurred around him Mark had the feeling that the universe had just crapped all over his perfect day. 
 
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 “ Greetings Human, I am Gilbeon, intergalactic ambassador of the Geltoth race ” Squealed the vaguely humanoid bubble in front of Mark. A sheen of multicolored oil slick ran over the creature ’ s transparent flesh as it spoke and Mark found himself transfixed by the multitude of jelly like blobs floating within. “ Long have we sought for a champion to free us from the tyrannical rule of the Zargians. ” “ Excuse me?! ” exclaimed Mark as he glanced around the room of bubble creatures surrounding him. Several sat around him at an oval table in what seemed like a conference room straight out of a science fiction movie. “ I ’ m telling you this is a terrible mistake ” piped up a second creature known as Albian, second in command of the intergalactic initiative. “ Shh Albian you ’ re ruining the moment ” Gilbeon replied. “ Humans are the most deadly creatures in the known universe. ” replied Albian. “ What if it chooses to unleash its wrath upon us!? ” Mark ’ s head was beginning to hurt. His entire morning had been ruined and at this point he was beginning to think he might miss the game. “ What the hell is going on here? ” exclaimed Mark. “ Oh no, you ’ ve angered it! ” squeaked another of the transparent blobs. “ It ’ ll kill us all ” yelled Albian. 
 “ Everybody calm down ” said Gilbeon. “ I will explain. Human, for centuries the Zargians have looted and plundered the known galaxy. We are one of the few races left in our quadrant but we have little means of fighting back. The harsh evolutionary conditions of your home planet ‘ Earth ’ have prepared your race for combat like none in the known universe. ” “ Wait, are you telling me that a space faring alien race capable of abducting me from my living room is afraid of humans?! ” said Mark. “ If you do not help us defeat the Zargians it will be the end of our race and the subjugation of an entire quadrant. ” “ This is utterly ridiculous ” said Mark “ I ’ m out of here ” As Mark rose from his seat he was startled by a sudden pop as his arm brushed one of the nearby bubble creatures. He turned to see the remains of what looked like soap suds on the chair beside him. “ The slaughter has begun! ” screamed Albion. Mark was beginning to see why these creatures were in need of his help, and if the Zargian ’ s were as pathetic as these bubble people, this might even be kind of fun. “ Alright ” said Mark with newly dawning appreciation for his status as Human. “ Where do we find these Zargian bastards? ” 
 
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 As the ship descended on the jagged rocky landscape of the Zargian home world, lightning crackled through a sky of roiling clouds and the atmosphere smelled of ozone. If the creatures he was to face evolved on this planet, Mark was beginning to think he made a huge mistake agreeing to this. On the journey over, Gilbeon had explained that the Zargians respected strength above all. Mark was to face the Zargian champion in a ritual of single combat to prove the might of his people and cow the Zargian Empire into surrender. “ Well, here we are ” said Gilbeon. “ We ’ re all doomed! ” screamed Albian. Mark exited the ship accompanied by his Geltothian escorts and entered the specially prepared arena. The arena itself was set up like a football stadium or colosseum and seated with thousands of Zargian spectators. The Zargians themselves were beings that seemed made of a strange lightning like energy with mouths of cracking jagged teeth and huge three fingered claws. A door in the arena wall opened and out walked a Zargian of impressive proportions. He was eight feet tall and bedecked with jeweled armor crackling with power. Sparks flew from his mouth as he growled at the tiny Human before him. “ This pathetic creature is your champion Gilbeons? It will not be long before we enslave this quadrant and wipe your weak race from existence. ” Mark looked back his comrades but received only awkward glances and shrugs. “ I think there might have been some sort of mistake ” squeaked Mark. “ Die pathetic creature ” crackled the Zargian as he closed the distance to his opponent and raised a massive claw to take off Marks head. As the blow struck Mark heard a loud zap followed by a mild tingling sensation and finally a light metallic clinking as the Zargian ’ s armor clattered to the ground. Silence filled the arena as all took in the scene. “ He grounded him ” one of the Zargian screamed and then panic broke loose among the spectators. A smile crept over Marks face as he climbed into the stands of screaming Zargians. ZAP! ZAP! Perhaps today wouldn ’ t be such a bad day after all. 

