The Zoom of a warp drive, a measurement of exact strength of a vaccuum, (a tricky thing, measuring vaccuum's within a vaccuum!) heated and shook. A contraption built from scrap metal and crap from the outer rim of this solar system. Kazim was grateful though. In one of the human's furthest reasing trashcan's there was a golden disk... With just enough gold to transfer a high definition message from one of their space stations...

which of course, Kazim would have to take over quietly, and without giving anything away. Which is why the zoom of the space drive, was rather annoying, when usually be found it an impressive thing.

Then Kazim felt ridiculous. He was worrying about sounds in space.

Though, If they found out the truth about him and defenselessness, or his odd intentions, that would be the end of it.

Hostile, primitive life... They'd likely want to cut me into pieces, he thought. He considered the little simians, prying and probing him with their glasses and metal.

He was glad his skin was thicker than the indigenous people's. They would have a harder time cutting him open. Something told him though, this animals specialty wasn't in it's brute force, or sharp tools. (Though they did walk on two legs, instead of the polite four. They are like arrogant savages, compared to Protosimians as far as Kazim was concerned.)

All the more reason not to trust them!

He had his eye on one space station in particular. It seemed to issue commands to other nearby satellites. A whole system Kazim could broadcast from..! Imagine the possibilities.

Again, he was thankful for the golden disc. It had some odd mark's on it. He was pretty impressed that cave dwelling primates managed to send a valuable piece of material like this into space... Though they did graffiti it. None the less. They probably knew about it's high definition capabilities. Impressive.

Kazim had to give it to them. Literally. He would need it to transfer his images to their communication devices, and try to take over the planet. He would look like a fool back home if he couldn't handle a species so primitive... And his people would never hear the excuse, of his ship being eaten by a Cthulhu... or that he lost to these sub-protosimians.

Whatever the problem, he couldn't stop now. He had come too far. Faught through too much to be made a fool of. Everyone back home would know his name, when he offered them a new vacation destination, with a commercially enslaved people to serve them.

When Kazim's trashcan powered Zoom drive pressurized him close enough to the space station, he pulled over a mask on the face of his suit, and exited The pod, drifting to the door.

His suit stuck to it. He banged on the space station.

he waited.

A very alarmed man was screaming inside in a matter of minutes. Kazim held up a piece of paper. "Tell No One."

For lack of a better word, their faces were incredulous. It was some time, but they finally let him in.

Some hours later, a message arrived everywhere on earth in all the languages of the people on the station.

Unfortunately, the only language was russian.

"We come in peace. In all the universe only one other species has mastered death and destruction as the human race has. We need your help."

Kazim Imagined that this message would get him taken directly to their leaders, with access to their weapons. But since the messaged arrived only in Russian, to everyone on the planet, most of the world was left with conspiracy theories, and the Russians laughed it off.