Just a simple day in space. That’s all this was.

Allen was doing his regular busywork: go from assigned planet to assigned planet, fight their protector, and then leave. Maybe catch a few resources or criminals here or there. A simple job.

Allen was flying past an asteroid belt when something knocked into him. He saw a flash of white and gray- the Viltrumite uniform. His eye widened, before quickly narrowing. He linked his brain to the Viltrumite’s brain, allowing them to telepathically communicate. He flew straight towards them, delivering a harsh punch against their back. This was the action he had been waiting for all day.

“Hey! Hey hey hey hey, what’s got you so far from the empire?” It was a confusing sight, seeing someone not move their mouth and yet hearing their voice in your head. Allen tilted his head a bit, his body getting into a defensive stance in case of an upcoming attack.

“What’s wrong, man? Cat got your tongue?”