Lower Deck. All is quiet.
Nothing moved. Hardly anyone comes down here unless their is a problem. Nothing was there now, no problems needed to be fixed, noone was their to see the energy field forming. Lightning struck out from what appeared to be a designated center of a hallway, in the middle of the air, striking the walls. A sphere of energy appeared, small at first, but expanded at a quick rate. It melted through some of the pipes on the walls that were too close. Then, it and the lightning dissappeared. In it's place stood what looked like a man.
Alarms buzzed in the surveilence room. "What's happening?" asked one man. "I don't know!" said another. "Alarms are going off, indicating malfunctions in the Lower Deck!" They rushed off with a repair kit.
They found nothing there expet a few melted pipes, and a portion of the floor was burned away. As a whole, the damage seemed to have been done in a spherical fashion, precise inflictions. Their was no way this was an accident. They stood their in awe of the perfectness of the destruction. It wasn't like anything they had ever seen before.
One of the two workers felt movement behind him. He spun on his heel, and was releaved to find only a human their. It was a big, muscular man, and it was staring directly into his eyes without emotion. Without even blinking.
He spoke. "I need your shoes...pants...shirt... Give me your clothes."
"I'm not giving you my clothes!"
"Now!"
The matinence worker puched the man in the stomach, only to break his own fingers. He screamed. His friend only turned and ran. The man punched him back, driving his fist into the person's chest. The worker died. The man took his shirt, having known to reach under his shirt before punching him or else it would be useless to him, his black, leather jacket, his shades, and his black, long pants. Finding no weapons on him, the man simply turned away and left for the main deck.