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Kraikiran-Rissan Event

Shou watched the alien, following it with his pistol as it moved. Everything it did made him regret what he had done. It acted just like a Rissan would if someone close to them had been killed, and his first instinct was to feel sorry for it. He wrestled with himself silently, telling himself that an alien wouldn't be anything like him. He pretended that its tears were just a defense mechanism, that its cries were of battle. He turned away from his eyes and into his mind, making sure that the alien's obvious horror and pain wouldn't be seen until it was too late. 

He took aim at the alien's head, having tamed his automatic reactions to its mourning. As his fingers clenched down to end the alien's life, the pod behind it opened to reveal the dead body of its occupant. Blue liquid streamed out of the entry wound, matching the color of the living alien's tears. Similar tears laid upon the body's face, her final action being to cry for her daughter. Shou had no idea how to react. The alien was so different, but its body invoked the same feelings any Rissan one would in Shou. Even though it was a creature fron thousands of light years away, he wanted to avenge its death.

He just stood there, staring at the body. There wasn't any way for him to ignore it, nor did he have the power to pull the trigger before his thoughts compiled enough to prevent it. In the end, they didn't have to. With a quiet clak the pistol fell onto the floor, narrowly avoiding an unintentional discharge. He looked up, finding one of the marines standing next to the monitor.

"It's obviously horrified." Said the marine "Whatever was in that second pod, it meant something to it."

Shou looked at the marine as if he was going to scold him, but decided not to.

"Electroshock." He ordered "Take it to the Carrier, confine it somewhere. If it ever calms down we'll be able to get what we need."

"There aren't brigs in starships, crews are well-disciplined and the rules are lax. Everyone but the officers sleep in bunks. Where can we put it?"

"This just had to be complicated, didn't it? Dammit, the thing can have the captain's quarters and I'll bunk up with the XO on the way back home. With any luck it won't remember much, last thing we need is a prisoner who can't do anything but scream when it sees a Rissan."

"Understood, sir."

The marine took out a baton, and whacked the alien with it. A zap filled the hallway as it overwhelmed the alien's nervous system, knocking it out cold.

League Carrier Sisu, Captain's Quarters

The alien laid in the room's bed, strapped to it by what would initially appear to be a method of restraining a prisoner. However, they were actually only there to keep the alien from floating away. It didn't seem like it was used to microgravity environments, especially considering the artificial gravity on the colony ship. A Rissan floated midair next to the alien, a pistol attached to his belt using velcro. Despite the weapon, he didn't look like a soldier. He was wearing the red of a military doctor's uniform, and while the alien wouldn't understand what it meant, it was plain to see that the Rissan wasn't planning on fighting anytime soon.

The room was dimly lit, providing enough light to see but not enough to make out complex facial details. A window beside the bed displayed the void of space, and a picture of five Rissan in uniform holding up a circular mission patch was haphazardly taped to it. All of them were smiling broadly, which was a detail that the man in the red uniform was understandably quite nervous about. The mission patch in the picture showed a blue and green planet with dozens of people reaching up from it. Each had a rectangle on their chest which displayed a pattern of colors, likely national flags. Text on the patch in Litvani read "Foundation One".

As the alien woke up, the man in the red tensed up. He clenched his hand around only of the many rails in the room, and made sure he was ready to draw the pistol at a moments notice. Knowing the alien couldn't possibly understand him, he cautiously spoke.

"You're safe. I won't hurt you, so please don't hurt me."

<Snipped quote by RomanAria>

A factitive sentence is like a linking sentence, but without a form of "sum".  It is basically stating a fact (as the name hints at).  For example, "I will paint the house purple" is a factitive sentence, as it establishes that the house = purple, but there is an active action in it (I will paint), as compared to a linking sentence, like "The house is purple".  In the first sentence, both "house" and "purple" would be in the accusative, while "The house is purple" has two nominative nouns.

"We will teach [something] to someone" is not a factitive because "something" does not equal "someone".

Does that make more sense, or am I just spewing out more jargon?@Dedonus

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