#log 20

Fredrick muttered a few explicits under his breath as people began to shove him. He quickly pulled his sleeve back down and bowed his head. It took him a while, but he eventually reached his destination. 

The museum was small, one that had been founded by a family that lived on the docks. It didn't have much in it, but Fredrick wanted to check it out. While they were docked here, he wished to see the sights. Even if they weren't something that was incredibly interesting, he knew he'd enjoy them. 

Fredrick opened the door. He looked around, his ocean blue eyes drinking in everything. There were glass cabinets filled with various different objects. He saw old space masks, rocks, various suits, a few planks of wood, and other stuff. The room was cool and he shivered slightly. It felt just like walking into a museum back on Earth. It was something he enjoyed. 

There were hardly any people in the museum, only a few who stood by glass cases. Fredrick could see what looked like a couple, a man and his kid, and then a group of teen looking aliens. Fredrick pulled his hood tighter. He then walked over to one of the display cases. 

The owner stood behind a counter, sorting through a series of cards. He was a burly creature, with layers of muscles rippling over his body. He was covered in thick, orange fur and resembled Chewbacca from Star Wars. He didn't have as much fur in the neck region though. He might've actually been a male Grangle. Sil'keen had similar features, except she was a light brown color. Fredrick wouldn't ask him his species, though. Who knows what that could instigate. 

Fredrick looked at the display case in front of him. It was pieces of a ship that had been famous. It was called the Rebel Rider. Fredrick swore he recognized the name, but couldn't quite place it at this moment in time. He frowned, rummaging through every corner of his mind trying to find the answer to his question. 

"Daddy, what's that?"

Fredrick jumped. He quickly looked to his right and saw the father and kid. The father smiled down at his kid, a tentacle wrapped tightly around him. Fredrick was pretty sure they were K'Lonian, just like Xylion. The father resembled Jenzon, with red scales. However, he had blue skin flaps instead of purple. The kid was a soft blue and had purple skin flaps. The flaps were longer as well. Perhaps a female? 

"That is a piece of the Rebel Rider. Captain Tylerion piloted it."

"Really? This is an actual piece of it?" The kid exclaimed, their purple eyes widening.

The father nodded. Fredrick frowned as he looked back at the plates of metal. That's why he recognized it. Xylion's brother's ship. "Hey, Mister?"

Fredrick jumped as he looked down. The kid was looking up at him, their eyes wide. "Yes?" He asked, his face shadowed by his hood. 

"Do you know who Captain Tylerion is?"

"Yes, I've heard of him before."

The kid grinned. "He's a famous hero back at my home. I want to be a captain just like him!"

Fredrick smiled. "You'd make a great captain."

The father smiled. "She would, wouldn't she?"

"What do you do, mister?"

Fredrick was about to respond when suddenly the sounds of alarms sounded outside. Fredrick flinched as everyone inside looked around. The owner vaulted over the counter and hurried to the door. He pressed a few buttons on a pad by the door. Beeps filled the room, and suddenly metal plates slid over the windows and the doors swung shut, locking. The owner turned around towards them. "Everyone, get to the back room! There's a threat outside. It'll be safe inside there!"

The owner filed them all inside. Fredrick put a hand on his belt, fingering the gun that was attached to it. Who knew what was wrong outside. Fredrick stepped into the room last, the owner quickly closing the door behind him. He pressed another combination into the pad, and the sound of the door locking was heard.

Everyone who was in the museum was huddled inside. The little girl cling to her father. The couple pressed into a corner, their many arms wrapped around one another. The teens glanced at one another, fear clouding their eyes. Fredrick scratched at his scars again. This was not an ideal situation. 

The owner looked at them, clearly distraught. "My apologies. I don't know what's happening outside, but it's enough to call for an emergency shutdown of every shop. We have to wait in here until they issue a message telling us it's safe to come out." 

Everyone nodded. They settled down and laid claim to different areas of the small room. Fredrick sat down and bowed his head. He did okay in crisis, thankfully.

"What are we going to do?" The first person asked their romantic partner.

The other shook their head. "I'm not sure."

"We have to wait this out." The owner said, looking towards them. 

One of the teens shivered, wrapping their body around one of their friends. "I'm so scared."

Their friend nodded, their two heads bobbing in sync. "I don't know if I can handle this."

Fredrick looked between all of their scared faces. He frowned, looking down. Suddenly, the owner spoke. "Don't worry. I'm sure the USL is working on saving us. I wouldn't be surprised if they're already here."

The little girl nodded, mucus coating her round cheeks. Her father had mucus dripping from his forehead as he held onto her tightly. "The USL will protect us. I believe in them."

Fredrick pulled out his communicator. Perhaps a message had been posted about what was going on. He frowned as he scoured through it. Suddenly, he got a message. Fredrick opened it. 

Isaac: Yo, where the hell are you? 

Fredrick: I'm at a safe room in a museum at the docks. 

Isaac: Damn. 

Fredrick: Any idea what's going on?

Isaac: Not really. Me and Quinn are pressed behind crates. There's people wandering around with guns, I think. I heard gunshots.

Fredrick: Shit.

Isaac: I've tried to get in contact with those still aboard the ship, but nothing. 

Fredrick: Who's there?

Isaac: Sil'keen, Zellnor, Micheele and Tilorian. Everyone else is out.

Fredrick: What about other USL ships?

Isaac: I don't think any others are out there. 

Fredrick: Great, we are going to have to deal with this.

Isaac: 'Least we know combat.

Fredrick: Yes, I guess so. Protect the civilians.

Isaac: Same to you boo.

Fredrick rolled his eyes as he turned off the communicator. He kept it secured in his grip as he eyed everyone else. The little girl stared at him, blinking her three eyes. "Mister?"

"Yes?"

"What's your name?" She whispered. Her father gently squeezed her and looked at him with pleading eyes. 

"Fredrick." He said, smiling. "Fredrick Matthews."

The girl nodded. "I'm Gracielon."

"It's nice to meet you, Gracielon."

Her father looked at him. "I'm Ulestron."

"Pleasure." Fredrick said, nodding towards him.

One of the couple looked at them. "I'm Olyvorio."

Their partner then spoke. "Instronum."

"I'm Hastrovengle." One of the teens said. It was one who resembled a snake.

"Yxlece." The second teen said. This one looked kind of like a human, but they had a trunk.

"Hey, I'm Pristin." The third teen said. This one had two heads, both of which looked the same. Only one spoke though, so maybe they were similar to Siamese twins.

The owner fidgeted slightly. "I'm Par'keen."

Everyone mumbled their hellos, and then they descended into silence. Fredrick shuffled slightly, trying to get more comfortable. However, he was cut off by the sound of banging outside.

Gunshots.

Gracielon whimpered, pressing her face into her father. Hastrovengle, Yxlece, and Pristin all huddled together, similar to what Olyvorio and Inatronum were doing. Par'keen stood up, and stood by the door. He held a metal bar in his hand that he had taken off the wall. That would do pretty much nothing against a ranged weapon.

Fredrick stood up and walked towards the door. Par'keen looked to him. "Fredrick, I recommend that you stay back."

"Actually, sir, it is you who needs to stay back." Fredrick said as he unzipped his hoodie. He pulled his hood off, and heard a few gasps behind him. He tore it off and then showed Par'keen his USL badge. "I will protect you all. Stay behind me."

Par'keen nodded as he stepped back. Fredrick pulled his gun out of the holster and cocked it. He stepped back enough and then pointed it towards the door.

The sound of footsteps was heard. Fredrick bit his lip and readied himself. His finger brushed the trigger. The door was unlocked, and then it opened.

Fredrick looked up. Standing there was a figure dressed in black with their head wrapped up, hiding their identity. Fredrick quickly aimed his gun as they raised theirs. He shot their thigh, causing them to Yelp in Lin and hit the ground. Fredrick pulled them inside and shut the door. He quickly grabbed his hoodie and tore it, creating strips that he used to tie the fiend up and bandage their wound. They could be used for information.

He quickly pulled out his communicator. Fredrick called Isaac, who answered.

"Fred, what's wrong?"

"I've subdued one of the gunmen."

"Really? That's awesome! Keep him in place so we don't lose him."

"That's the plan." Fredrick said as he pushed the attacker into a corner. Par'keen held onto his gun, and was standing in front of the civilians. Fredrick nodded in thanks to him. "I've gotta go. He's bleeding. I am praying I didn't hit any important veins or something."

"What is he, Fred?"

Fredrick frowned. He reached up towards the wrap. The figure attempted to fight back, but could not. Fredrick gently unwrapped the mask, and then his jaw dropped.