The narrative switches from third to first person on purpose.
“Come out slowly! I have a gun!” Yelled Julie as she fearlessly approached the fallen ship. To her, it looked broken beyond repair. Her ears were ringing a bit from the massive blast of the chaotic landing. From the top of the jet, a green Barg revealed itself. Julie had only seen the giant robots-never the aliens responsible for their operation. The lizard-like body was instantly recognizable. It’s very human-like as far as arms and legs go. It wore a tight black jumpsuit. Its smooth, reptilian head was clear as day, it looked like a seven ft. tall gecko or Komodo dragon. Its yellow eyes glowed as it cocked its head from left to right. It hopped from the cockpit of the craft and landed on its two feet. Julie ran towards the creature, like a football player, she tackled it to the ground and began rapidly punching its face. “Where is my son?!” She yelled into its face, gripping its throat with her hands which felt rough upon his flesh. Hands that had dug through the ground and hands that were now used to kill. “Who?!” The alien croaked between gasps. “You! I-I can understand you! Why?” Her grip tightened. She was kneeling upon the athletic-looking creature. If she wanted to, she could easily overpower him and kill him right now. “Let go!” The lizard spat, revealing a pink mouth with rows of sharp teeth. A creature. An alien. Most would want to study it, ask it the meaning of life. Ask it where it came from. What came first, the chicken or the egg? I was convinced it knew where my son had ended up. She finally released the Barg, stood on her feet, and stepped back; her gun aimed directly at the space creature. He rubbed his throat gently with one green, clawed hand. She frowned; a tear escaped her eye. “I’ll ask you one last time, you son of a bitch. WHY do I understand you? Who are you?” Her hands shook, a trickle of sweat dripped down the side of her head. “Stop yelling at me. I actually want you to understand me. I’ve studied earth. I’ve studied your language. What the hell are you going on about? Your son? Who I didn’t take by the way.” The lizard spoke in an irritated tone. The humanoid creature stood; arms raised above his head. Glancing over his shoulder, he saw his crashed ship sticking out of the ground. “You must know where David is, Barg scum.” She cocked the gun, the barrel nearly touching its reptilian snout. “Gunner.” He snapped, then took a deep breath. “My name is Gunner. How did you know I was a Barg?” “Shut up. You-you things have names?” Julie lowered her weapon slowly, keeping it at her side, gripping it so hard, veins started popping from her wrist. She looked into the yellow eye of a cold-blooded creature. Its eye. Like a snake. Yellow iris with a black sliver for a pupil. Mysterious, but deadly no doubt. Well, look into my eye, you alien bastard. I bet you see rage. Rage from a mother who wants her baby. “I gotta name. Not all of us do. My father did. Or still does. He’s down here I bet. It’s because of him I know earth culture” He lowered his toned arms. “So, you like earth huh? Why the hell would you take it over? Hm? Ruin billions of lives? Destroy our cities? Kidnap children?” Julie walked around the creature, unblinking, her heart pounded. Seeing its muscles and its spandex-looking, black jumpsuit. She took notice of the texture, the elbow, and the knee pads. Around Gunner’s waist, was a silver, leather utility belt. His grey boots flashed tiny lights. “If it were up to me, we would’ve stayed out. My father, Taurus is the leader of the Barg. He’s the one you should hate.” Gunner looked to his boots. After a deep breath, she holstered her weapon and nodded to the creature.
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