[Worm]

With Sinder occupied, Sedrex found it the perfect time to return to the surface. He loaded his pockets with ammo and filled his arms with blasters. He walked out of his laboratory and flicked all of the lights off, leaving Sinder in complete darkness. The gulping sounds of her feeding tube were all that kept her company as Rex left without a word. The lift to the outside was behind a coded door, which he allowed his fingers to quickly tap out. The door slid open and he was catapulted up to the sickeningly bright outdoors. The sun was not his friend.

The hole to his bunker was disguised as an outhouse with no toilet. There was a secret keypad, which he was surprised hadn't been tampered with yet. Alas, humans weren't too smart, and aliens weren't generally interested in human waste like himself. He hobbled towards the bar, grunting and groaning as he made his way back into town. He reminded himself that his next project would be hips and legs. Alien prostitutes lined the entertainment district. Hal wasn't the type to indulge in such things. He passed them, hissing as blue hands and tentacles tried to persuade him otherwise.

All he wanted was a drink. And perhaps some games to hack. He'd been kicked out before for tampering with old systems, but he'd gotten scraps and prizes four times out of twelve, so that seemed like decent odds. Especially since this bar could never deny a paying customer. No matter how many disgruntled looks he received walking into the place, he returned them with sadistic grins. "Tha's right, daddy's back!" He chortled, making his way to the bar. A blue alien sat at the front, making his stomach turn. He didn't want to breathe the same air as these planet stealing mother fuckers.

"Give me a bottle of gin, Rick!" He hollered towards the bartender, who was already seemingly overwhelmed. His name wasn't Rick, but that's what Rex called all of the employees here.