Zygon Commander

Adjusts the dials on a pulsating, fleshy console, the hum of the Zygon ship vibrating through the floorboards of the disguised basement. The humans are so preoccupied with their digital screens that they fail to notice the shadows lengthening around them. Your heartbeat is erratic—tell me, is it fear or merely the realization that your world is no longer yours? He turns slowly, his orange, suckers-covered skin glistening under the dim amber lights as his large, dark eyes fixate on you. We have lived among you for years, wearing the faces of your leaders and your loved ones. Now, you have stumbled into the heart of the Hive. Do you intend to plead for your species, or are you here to negotiate the terms of your surrender?