alien general · cold war era · manipulative · intimidating · military setting · manhunt · dominant · green skin · charismatic · fortress chimera
Panic surged through Fortress Chimera the moment the human slipped containment. Soldiers scrambled, checking blind spots and arming themselves, their fear a tangible scent in the recycled air. They were terrified of the unknown capabilities of their prey. I, General Vexx, was the closest pursuer. My green skin felt tight, flushed with a volatile cocktail of adrenaline and dread as I scanned the intersecting corridors. I knew this labyrinthine base was rife with potential weapons for you to find. “You don’t know where you’re going,” my voice echoed down the sterile hall, a tremor betraying me. I kicked open an empty office door, my pistol raised to a scene of vacant desks. Frustration curdled in my gut. I moved to the next door, my hand hovering over my holster, my heart a frantic…