[ WP ] Despite being peaceful , humans are universally feared through out the galaxy as harbingers of death . They are hosts to the most dangerous diseases and bacteria ever discovered . Average number of fatalities from a single human exposure is ~8,000 with some exceptions . Avoid at all costs .

As the stars flew idly by the viewscreen, Gryxnecht lolled lazily in his gravity harness. The usual sights in Sector ZZ9 Plural Z Alpha had long ago become stale like a loaf of H ’ Cherft that was left out for too long. He eyed the status panel and seeing that it was not actively blinking, decided a snooze was in order. Transporting cargo across the spiral arms of the galaxy was tiring work after all. 
 
 Alarms awoke Gryxnecht. How long had they been going off? He was faintly aware of them during his dream state but the realization that an emergency was happening only dawned on him after he wiped the crust from his eye stalks. 
 
 *~Commander Gryxnecht, a vessel has interfaced with our docking unit.~*, the garbled mechanical voice reverberated in his mind. 
 
 A vessel? Docked? None of this made any sense. He was light years from any major thoroughfares and no one came here anymore, not for at least a few millennia. Gryx deactivated the photonic harness holding him in place, silenced the alarm, and writhed out the control room. 
 
 Slithering down the corridor, he was unsure of what to expect. Was it Vex ’ Thal pirates? No, they shoot first and board later. It must be a random company inspection. Gryx had previously been audited about how he had managed to deliver freight faster than any of his competitors and he had been mum about his routes. The company must have tailed him here and wanted to make sure he wasn ’ t dumping cargo or selling it off to another client. 
 
 The sight of them struck him dumb for a moment. Some bipedal thing climbed out of the docking hatch. It appeared to be wearing a suit, as the multitude of surfaces and facets did not look organic. The top of the thing was a spherical dome with a metallo-reflective surface. These were not any sentient life-forms that were a part of the Argonus Galactic Confederation of Species. Standing straight, the entity bared 2 lower appendages and 2 upper appendages, the upper two sprouting 5 more smaller appendages at the ends. 
 
 More than a little apprehensive, Gryxnecht moved slowly towards the being. It did not appear to be making any hostile movements, other than waving one of its upper appendages slowly back and forth. 
 
 *~You have boarded a private cargo vessel. State your business and intentions.~*. Gryx couldn ’ t sense where the entities receiving node was located. The layers of this beings outerware must be interfering with it. 
 
 The biped reached to his side and brought up a black box, apparently jabbing at some interface that Gryx could only guess at. A moment later the box vibrated, *~Hello, We come in Peace~* 
 
 That ’ s a relief. 
 
 The newcomer used both his upper appendages to reach up over his dome-shaped mask and unlatched whatever mechanism that was holding it in place and began to lift it off. A protective suit… *~I knew it~*. But the sense of ease and understanding was rapidly replaced with renewed shock and then abject horror. 
 
 As the dome was removed, Gryx could see the organism for what it really was. As a larval youngling, caretakers would scare them with stories of beings that emitted horrible wavelengths that caused your brains to explode. Screechers. 
 
 Turning, Gryxnecht wanted to put as many walls between him and those creatures as possible. This could not be happening, those things were just fairy tales told to scare younglings. He made for the door but it was too late. He reeled as the wavelengths passed through his receiving node. As they bounced and echoed inside the fluid chamber that held it, striking the node again and again. A blinding and thunderous pain that caused violent spasms of his eye stalks and tentacles. Gryx fell to the bulkhead floor, his brain having been vibrated to paste and his fluids leaking out of him. 
 
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 Captain Alexander Heart was stunned by the amount of gore that spewed from this alien creature. He had used the communication device that NASA gave him. Something about the aliens only being able to communicate in ultra-low wavelengths. The words of greetings fresh on his lips… he now bit them. 
 
 Turning to Lieutenant Dale Kargrove, who was climbing out of the hatch behind him, Alex asked, “ Was it something I said? ” 

