The cockpit hisses open ushering in a world of dust and shadow. You look around noting a stray ball of fur, much like a tumble weed only with a diameter equal your height. Otherwise the nook beneath this ('it looked like it could have been a couch') was barren of all life save mildew. Ping!!! You are humbled by the sparks the fly out from your control panel, indicating that there is not only life but that it is well armed. The shooter then makes himself visible. Stepping from the shadow, the alien showed a rodentine appearance but roughly human stature. He was doubly armed, with a rifle in his hands and a pistol snagged by his tail. Both pointed in your direction.
His whiskers twitch as he watches you and you can imagine his trigger finger doing the same. "What happened to your tail and your ears?"
"Well.. My ears are here as you can see," you tilt your skimpy human flaps forward, "as for the tail, evolution has assured my species remains sorely lacking in that department."
The Mouse considered as he gave a few moments to inspecting you. "I don't believe it, only the Emir can make the sort of energy needed to run somethin' like that. You're a traitor, I say, let'in em charge your coils. They cut off your tail and ears to mark ya."
"And shaved my fur?"
"...yeah."
You sigh, 'guess you can't expect much from the bottom of the food chain', "first off if I'm a traitor, why am I scared shitless and why would they mark me if they intended me to convince you."
You can see your reason working on him, but fear keeps the rifle locked in his hands and the pistol twisted in his tail.
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