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Amazing. Simply amazing. One of the best stories I've ever read. You should books. You'd be a millionare.
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I'm rewriting this chapter. It's the first one I actually have to on, but oh well. Turned out crappy, and in a snappy, gotta make it backy...
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Okay, the one I took away, you will never see the original, it's too shameful, has been rewritten. Here y'all go:
Howdy stared at the planet, and secretly congratulated himself for being right, again. Here he was, on the real Earth, while Bob, his arch rival, and perhaps the weakest legend Howdy had ever heard of, was on some fake planet, telling himself that Howdy was foolish. Howdy couldn't wait until he could rub another mistake into Bob's ugly, and stupid looking face. No Human was going to have the reputation of being smarter and stronger than Howdy, the Aleni. Now, all Howdy had to decide was whether he was going to wait for Commander Abrophis, the one that had control of over ninety thousand troops, or attack with his mere eight hundred. Dalamar had many troops, but all of his were dumb, and slow. Howdy could take them if he tried.
Caff, Lieutenant, and Cadet, the three pilots, were standing behind Howdy, waiting for his call. He didn't need to see their faces to know they were afraid. Pilots were always afraid.
"We're going to strike." Howdy said, standing up. "Now."
The pilots cringed at the sound.
"But, sir." Cadet said, with his girlish voice. "Couldn't we wait for Abrophis first?"
"No. I don't think we'll need them."
Lieutenant shook his head. "Is this anuther ploy ta try and beat Bob?"
Howdy wasn't shocked, but he was angry. His rivalry was obvious, but they always assumed that every choice he made was based on it. It wasn't. He made a lot of choices without even thinking about Bob. It was discriminatory for them to think that. But, they were just Cadets and pilots. They weren't captains, like he was, or commanders, like he was going to be. They were just the infintry.
"No, it's actually a ploy to try and free a bunch of human slaves from a cruel master. Do you not want to help them?" Lieutenant narrowed his eyes, and said nothing else. "Glad you're with me. Now, get the troops, and let's head out. We won't be wasting any more time dawdling."
Caff and Cadet ran in to get the troops, but Lieutenant just picked up his scanner, and began to mess with it. Howdy didn't like him much, even if he was related.
"Ma scanner's picking up two lifeforms ta the east." Lieutenant said, forgetting the "sir" that Howdy had rightfully earned. "They're moving at ten MPH, and er heading right fer us."
"It's either an animal, or maybe one of Dalamar's men."
"It says it's not animal."
Howdy growled and snatched the scanner from his incompetant nephew. It read two G type aliens, and one half-human. Howdy didn't know who the half human was, but he recognized the G types immediately. They were two young men who had been drafted for the army, but had dodged it by making the drafter go in and check on their tea; they had blown up an entire mall on "accident"; and they were both short-tempered and the worlds most obnoxious men. Hibiki and Aaroan. Howdy never wanted to see them again, he never wanted to even remember them again. They had caused too much trouble, and when they were imprisoned, they just broke free. Howdy had spent enough money and time on them to go crazy, and he wanted to get rid of them for good.
He squeezed the scanner, and it broke in two. Wires and chips hit the ground beside Howdy's feet, and he couldsee bullets, blood, and the perfect escape. He could get rid of them for good; he had eight-hundred men with loaded weapons and a sharp-shooter's trained eye. He smiled as he thought of it, and then turned around to face his nephew.
"Let's go East, shall we?"
Caff and Cadet came out with his troops, and they all followed obediently. Hibiki and Aaroan were running into their own coffins, and they didn't even know it. Nothing else could make Howdy any happier.
Hibiki had longer legs, and they carried him farther and faster than anyone Aaroan had known, but that wasn't the reason he had to be up front every time. It was an annoying habit that Aaroan hated, but Hibiki did it by habit, so Aaroan couldn't justly blame him. He did anyway, but it wasn't justly. Hibiki's red jacket was flying in his face, and the cactus on the back was mocking him and saying "Slow poke". He wanted to tear up that cactus.
"Where are we goin'?" Hibiki asked.
His voices was barely distinguishable by the wind in Aaroan's ears, but he could understand anyway. He had been running with Hibiki for nearly ten years, so he had trained himself to hear those things. Loud people got on Aaroan's nerves as much as Hibiki's long legs did.
"Let's go to the caverns! Dalamar can't find us there!"
Hibiki nodded, and sped up. He disappeared around the corner of a mountain, and Aaroan sighed. HE followed, trying to catch up to his friend. It wasn't fair. It just wasn't...
Something caught Aaroan's leg as he made the turn, and he fell face flat onto a rock. He couldn't feel his nose, but he could taste the blood pouring out of it as he slid across the ground as if it were ice. He hit a boulder, and came to a painful halt with his legs stuck up into the air. He could hear some noises, something like baby talk, and he felt a hand grip his leg. The pressure on his neck and face was suddenly gone as the ground move backwards, and he could see Hibiki's legs. He hated those legs.
"Are you a'ight?" Hibiki asked. "That looked painful."
Aaroan didn't say anything. He just grunted out what was the worst human cuss word he could think of, and closed his eyes. The blood rushing to his head, plus the pain from hitting the rock, gathered and made a big headache. Aaroan wanted to go to sleep, he didn't want to suffer the headache. Then he heard it again.
"Who's dat?"
Aaroan opened his eyes, and let out a shriek. There she was, the girl had caused all the trouble, standing in front of him with her chubby little arms behind her, and her curly hair looking so cute in pigtails. Bee was smiling, and her little maryjanes were kicking the pebbles in a bored fashion. Aaroan shrieked again, and Hibiki dropped him. He landed on his stomach this time, so it didn't hurt, and Aaroan sat up slowly, mesmerized by the girl.
Hibiki looked at her, then back to Aaroan. "Well, we found her again. Maybe if we give her to Dalamar he won't kill us."
Aaroan thought of it for a moment, and grinned. It was true. If they brought the girl back, they had done their jobs, so Dalamar wouldn't kill them.
"Yes, he would." The girl said. "Dawamaw's mean."
Hibiki looked at Aaroan. Why was Aaroan always the one making the hard decisions?
"Let's give her to Dalamar, but only after we see if he won't kill us first."
"How do we do that?"
"We'll take her, and hide her in the caverns, then we'll go back to Dalamar and tell him about her. We won't tell him her location, so that he can't kill us then go and get her, but we will demand money and protection before we lead him to her. After we get the money and protection, then we'll take one of his ships, and fly to the other side of Earth, where we'll be safe."
"Good pwan, but he'w get you." Bee said. She pulled a piece of candy out of her shorts pocket, and placed it in her mouth. "He doesn't like you."
Hibiki looked at Aaroan. "She's got a point, y'know."
"Well, what do you suppose we do then?"
"Let's go to Howdy, take his ship, and fwy away!" Bee said. "We'w go home. Back to Vee!"
Hibiki looked at Bee, and smiled. "I like her thinkin'."
"Alright. We'll take Howdy's..." Aaroan just realized the name. "Howdy? Howdy's here!" Bee giggled as Aaroan shot back onto his feet. "My God! That's even better! Let's go find Howdy, and tell him where Dalamar's base is!"
"How will we keep him from shootin' us?"
"Like we always do. With brains and wits."
Bee giggled again, and Hibiki pulled a fire cracker from his vest. "Hey, for helpin' us with a plan, you can have this, little woman."
She took it and put it with her candy. "Can I go wif you?"
"Can she?" Hibiki asked.
Aaroan shot him a glare. "No. She's caused too much trouble! We are not taking her with us!"
"But, she's just like us, y'know. She's tricky, she's trouble...she's like the little sister we never had!"
Aaroan sighed. He knew he couldn't win in an argument with Hibiki. Somehow, the longer legged G always managed to con Aaroan into doing whatever it was he wanted. Aaroan had a headache, and wasn't up for struggling that day. He nodded, and the girl let out an ear shattering scream. She jumped onto Hibiki in her excitement, and began to sing and clap. Hibiki enjoyed it, Aaroan did not.
"Howdy's dat way!" She said, pointing.
Aaroan turned around to look at the West, and sighed. How would she know? Hibiki started running, and Aaroan growled as followed. There he went again, always the leader.
"Wait for me!"
Howdy stared at the planet, and secretly congratulated himself for being right, again. Here he was, on the real Earth, while Bob, his arch rival, and perhaps the weakest legend Howdy had ever heard of, was on some fake planet, telling himself that Howdy was foolish. Howdy couldn't wait until he could rub another mistake into Bob's ugly, and stupid looking face. No Human was going to have the reputation of being smarter and stronger than Howdy, the Aleni. Now, all Howdy had to decide was whether he was going to wait for Commander Abrophis, the one that had control of over ninety thousand troops, or attack with his mere eight hundred. Dalamar had many troops, but all of his were dumb, and slow. Howdy could take them if he tried.
Caff, Lieutenant, and Cadet, the three pilots, were standing behind Howdy, waiting for his call. He didn't need to see their faces to know they were afraid. Pilots were always afraid.
"We're going to strike." Howdy said, standing up. "Now."
The pilots cringed at the sound.
"But, sir." Cadet said, with his girlish voice. "Couldn't we wait for Abrophis first?"
"No. I don't think we'll need them."
Lieutenant shook his head. "Is this anuther ploy ta try and beat Bob?"
Howdy wasn't shocked, but he was angry. His rivalry was obvious, but they always assumed that every choice he made was based on it. It wasn't. He made a lot of choices without even thinking about Bob. It was discriminatory for them to think that. But, they were just Cadets and pilots. They weren't captains, like he was, or commanders, like he was going to be. They were just the infintry.
"No, it's actually a ploy to try and free a bunch of human slaves from a cruel master. Do you not want to help them?" Lieutenant narrowed his eyes, and said nothing else. "Glad you're with me. Now, get the troops, and let's head out. We won't be wasting any more time dawdling."
Caff and Cadet ran in to get the troops, but Lieutenant just picked up his scanner, and began to mess with it. Howdy didn't like him much, even if he was related.
"Ma scanner's picking up two lifeforms ta the east." Lieutenant said, forgetting the "sir" that Howdy had rightfully earned. "They're moving at ten MPH, and er heading right fer us."
"It's either an animal, or maybe one of Dalamar's men."
"It says it's not animal."
Howdy growled and snatched the scanner from his incompetant nephew. It read two G type aliens, and one half-human. Howdy didn't know who the half human was, but he recognized the G types immediately. They were two young men who had been drafted for the army, but had dodged it by making the drafter go in and check on their tea; they had blown up an entire mall on "accident"; and they were both short-tempered and the worlds most obnoxious men. Hibiki and Aaroan. Howdy never wanted to see them again, he never wanted to even remember them again. They had caused too much trouble, and when they were imprisoned, they just broke free. Howdy had spent enough money and time on them to go crazy, and he wanted to get rid of them for good.
He squeezed the scanner, and it broke in two. Wires and chips hit the ground beside Howdy's feet, and he couldsee bullets, blood, and the perfect escape. He could get rid of them for good; he had eight-hundred men with loaded weapons and a sharp-shooter's trained eye. He smiled as he thought of it, and then turned around to face his nephew.
"Let's go East, shall we?"
Caff and Cadet came out with his troops, and they all followed obediently. Hibiki and Aaroan were running into their own coffins, and they didn't even know it. Nothing else could make Howdy any happier.
Hibiki had longer legs, and they carried him farther and faster than anyone Aaroan had known, but that wasn't the reason he had to be up front every time. It was an annoying habit that Aaroan hated, but Hibiki did it by habit, so Aaroan couldn't justly blame him. He did anyway, but it wasn't justly. Hibiki's red jacket was flying in his face, and the cactus on the back was mocking him and saying "Slow poke". He wanted to tear up that cactus.
"Where are we goin'?" Hibiki asked.
His voices was barely distinguishable by the wind in Aaroan's ears, but he could understand anyway. He had been running with Hibiki for nearly ten years, so he had trained himself to hear those things. Loud people got on Aaroan's nerves as much as Hibiki's long legs did.
"Let's go to the caverns! Dalamar can't find us there!"
Hibiki nodded, and sped up. He disappeared around the corner of a mountain, and Aaroan sighed. HE followed, trying to catch up to his friend. It wasn't fair. It just wasn't...
Something caught Aaroan's leg as he made the turn, and he fell face flat onto a rock. He couldn't feel his nose, but he could taste the blood pouring out of it as he slid across the ground as if it were ice. He hit a boulder, and came to a painful halt with his legs stuck up into the air. He could hear some noises, something like baby talk, and he felt a hand grip his leg. The pressure on his neck and face was suddenly gone as the ground move backwards, and he could see Hibiki's legs. He hated those legs.
"Are you a'ight?" Hibiki asked. "That looked painful."
Aaroan didn't say anything. He just grunted out what was the worst human cuss word he could think of, and closed his eyes. The blood rushing to his head, plus the pain from hitting the rock, gathered and made a big headache. Aaroan wanted to go to sleep, he didn't want to suffer the headache. Then he heard it again.
"Who's dat?"
Aaroan opened his eyes, and let out a shriek. There she was, the girl had caused all the trouble, standing in front of him with her chubby little arms behind her, and her curly hair looking so cute in pigtails. Bee was smiling, and her little maryjanes were kicking the pebbles in a bored fashion. Aaroan shrieked again, and Hibiki dropped him. He landed on his stomach this time, so it didn't hurt, and Aaroan sat up slowly, mesmerized by the girl.
Hibiki looked at her, then back to Aaroan. "Well, we found her again. Maybe if we give her to Dalamar he won't kill us."
Aaroan thought of it for a moment, and grinned. It was true. If they brought the girl back, they had done their jobs, so Dalamar wouldn't kill them.
"Yes, he would." The girl said. "Dawamaw's mean."
Hibiki looked at Aaroan. Why was Aaroan always the one making the hard decisions?
"Let's give her to Dalamar, but only after we see if he won't kill us first."
"How do we do that?"
"We'll take her, and hide her in the caverns, then we'll go back to Dalamar and tell him about her. We won't tell him her location, so that he can't kill us then go and get her, but we will demand money and protection before we lead him to her. After we get the money and protection, then we'll take one of his ships, and fly to the other side of Earth, where we'll be safe."
"Good pwan, but he'w get you." Bee said. She pulled a piece of candy out of her shorts pocket, and placed it in her mouth. "He doesn't like you."
Hibiki looked at Aaroan. "She's got a point, y'know."
"Well, what do you suppose we do then?"
"Let's go to Howdy, take his ship, and fwy away!" Bee said. "We'w go home. Back to Vee!"
Hibiki looked at Bee, and smiled. "I like her thinkin'."
"Alright. We'll take Howdy's..." Aaroan just realized the name. "Howdy? Howdy's here!" Bee giggled as Aaroan shot back onto his feet. "My God! That's even better! Let's go find Howdy, and tell him where Dalamar's base is!"
"How will we keep him from shootin' us?"
"Like we always do. With brains and wits."
Bee giggled again, and Hibiki pulled a fire cracker from his vest. "Hey, for helpin' us with a plan, you can have this, little woman."
She took it and put it with her candy. "Can I go wif you?"
"Can she?" Hibiki asked.
Aaroan shot him a glare. "No. She's caused too much trouble! We are not taking her with us!"
"But, she's just like us, y'know. She's tricky, she's trouble...she's like the little sister we never had!"
Aaroan sighed. He knew he couldn't win in an argument with Hibiki. Somehow, the longer legged G always managed to con Aaroan into doing whatever it was he wanted. Aaroan had a headache, and wasn't up for struggling that day. He nodded, and the girl let out an ear shattering scream. She jumped onto Hibiki in her excitement, and began to sing and clap. Hibiki enjoyed it, Aaroan did not.
"Howdy's dat way!" She said, pointing.
Aaroan turned around to look at the West, and sighed. How would she know? Hibiki started running, and Aaroan growled as followed. There he went again, always the leader.
"Wait for me!"
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Rebirah came to the cliff side, and looked to the right instead of the left. That's when Chitenga knew. He had suspected from the beginning that they had lied to him for some reason, but he only had mental accusations, and no evidence. Why they would do it? Chitenga had no clue; they kept to themselves often, and did weird things for weird reasons. They never, on the other hand, did anything without one of those weird reasons, so Chitenga had some comfort in that. He still needed to punish his children, though, and had every intention to do so.
Farago glanced at Chitenga, waiting for orders, and Chitenga smiled. It was time to discover the truth.
"Rebirah said they were left, so let's go left." Chitenga said. "For once, I am trusting your opinion."
Rebirah gave him a look of surprise, and worry. He slowly started to follow, then backed away.
"I changed my mind. They went right."
Chitenga folded his arms. "You said they went left, so we're going left."
"I was mistaken, they went right!"
"So, how many of those things have you gotten backwards? How many mistakes have I made? Your brain cannot just start messing up for absolutely no reason."
Farago growled and grabbed his brothers arm while heading towards the right. Chitenga ran in front of them, and pushed him back, but Farago was stronger. He grabbed Chitenga's arms, and threw him down the path, then marched forward, making sure Chitenga knew he was coming. He had some nerve attack his master and only true father that way, but Chitenga had a back-up plan. Farago had always gone just a step closer to rebellion each time Chitenga gave an order either of them opposed; Chitenga had known for a while that it would only take time before Farago actually tried anything, and had devised a back-up plan just for that time. He pulled a detonation button from his coat, and lifted it up so that Farago could see.
"Do you know what this is? It is a plasma bomb detonator."
Farago shrugged, and kept coming forward with his intention of murder exposed in his eyes. "You plan on blowing me up, doc?"
"No, not you." Farago stopped dead in his tracks. "Yes, that's right. I'm going to blow the furry hide off your brother if you come a step closer."
Farago growled. "He can survive. His skin is thick and made for endurance."
"Well, then his skin will work against him. The bomb isn't planted on the outside, fool."
"What?" Rebirah asked, looking down at his body. "You put a bomb inside of me? When? How?"
"You're lying." Farago said. He didn't move an inch closer, though, Chitenga noticed.
Chitenga stood up and wiped the dust from his clothing. He straightened his jacket, then got close enough that he could feel Farago's warm breath. The abomination wasn't as brave with his brother's life on the line, and Chitenga knew he was in control. He could do anything now.
"You remember when you two were asleep in your cages? I took some extra time to insure myself against you two, since I know I can't fight you. Poor Farago, you're once again my slave." Chitenga forced his fist deep into Farago's soft stomach, and enjoyed the gasping sound he made. "I just love it when I'm in control."
Chitenga stepped back, and Farago begant to collapse. Rebirah's eyes were filling with tears as he ran over to catch his brother, but Chitenga caught him by the hair, and watched his older brother double over on the ground. He pulled Rebirah's face close, but did nothing for torture. Farago was close enough to get Chitenga before Rebirah could explode, so it was better not to intimidate him.
"Why'd you hit him?" Rebirah whined. "You never hit him before."
"Yes, I did, you just never saw it. I'm not as strong, physically, as you two, but I know the weak spots of any being, and so I can make you both very vulnerable. You never go against me, Rebirah, and your brother must learn that."
Farago began to stand up slowly, acting big and brave for his brother, but Chitenga knew the true pain he was in. Even a tough skinned abomination hurt when their air was ripped from their lungs. Chitenga shoved Rebirah back, and they continued continued walking to the right. Farago was breathing heavily, but could walk still, so Rebirah didn't worry much.
"Don't worry." Farago whispered, wincing at the pain in his side. "I think that he burst my..." He winced again.
"Appendix?" Rebirah asked.
"Yeah, but I'll be fine. He's going in the right direction, at least." Farago smiled, but Rebirah didn't get it. "You know, the right direction. As opposed to the wrong, rather than the left."
Rebirah thought about for a minute, then laughed. "Heh. I get it."
Farago was pleased that he made his brother happy again, but still hurt. He was going to have to suffer surgery, but it was worth it. His brother would be in a lot worse condition if Farago didn't.
"By the way," Chitenga said, turning around. "Why did you tell me left if it was right?"
"That's easy." Rebirah answered. "You always do the exact opposite of what say. So I thought if I told you the exact opposite of the truth, then you'd go the right...eh, correct way."
Chitenga narrowed his eyes. "You used me? You lied to me?" He turned around, trying to hide his scowl. "You're getting punished when we get back to the ship. I'm tired of letting you think you can do anything."
Chitenga didn't see the look in Farago's eyes, and it was good that he didn't; Farago was going to give him hell all day, and Chitenga needed his courage and sanity to stay with him.
Farago glanced at Chitenga, waiting for orders, and Chitenga smiled. It was time to discover the truth.
"Rebirah said they were left, so let's go left." Chitenga said. "For once, I am trusting your opinion."
Rebirah gave him a look of surprise, and worry. He slowly started to follow, then backed away.
"I changed my mind. They went right."
Chitenga folded his arms. "You said they went left, so we're going left."
"I was mistaken, they went right!"
"So, how many of those things have you gotten backwards? How many mistakes have I made? Your brain cannot just start messing up for absolutely no reason."
Farago growled and grabbed his brothers arm while heading towards the right. Chitenga ran in front of them, and pushed him back, but Farago was stronger. He grabbed Chitenga's arms, and threw him down the path, then marched forward, making sure Chitenga knew he was coming. He had some nerve attack his master and only true father that way, but Chitenga had a back-up plan. Farago had always gone just a step closer to rebellion each time Chitenga gave an order either of them opposed; Chitenga had known for a while that it would only take time before Farago actually tried anything, and had devised a back-up plan just for that time. He pulled a detonation button from his coat, and lifted it up so that Farago could see.
"Do you know what this is? It is a plasma bomb detonator."
Farago shrugged, and kept coming forward with his intention of murder exposed in his eyes. "You plan on blowing me up, doc?"
"No, not you." Farago stopped dead in his tracks. "Yes, that's right. I'm going to blow the furry hide off your brother if you come a step closer."
Farago growled. "He can survive. His skin is thick and made for endurance."
"Well, then his skin will work against him. The bomb isn't planted on the outside, fool."
"What?" Rebirah asked, looking down at his body. "You put a bomb inside of me? When? How?"
"You're lying." Farago said. He didn't move an inch closer, though, Chitenga noticed.
Chitenga stood up and wiped the dust from his clothing. He straightened his jacket, then got close enough that he could feel Farago's warm breath. The abomination wasn't as brave with his brother's life on the line, and Chitenga knew he was in control. He could do anything now.
"You remember when you two were asleep in your cages? I took some extra time to insure myself against you two, since I know I can't fight you. Poor Farago, you're once again my slave." Chitenga forced his fist deep into Farago's soft stomach, and enjoyed the gasping sound he made. "I just love it when I'm in control."
Chitenga stepped back, and Farago begant to collapse. Rebirah's eyes were filling with tears as he ran over to catch his brother, but Chitenga caught him by the hair, and watched his older brother double over on the ground. He pulled Rebirah's face close, but did nothing for torture. Farago was close enough to get Chitenga before Rebirah could explode, so it was better not to intimidate him.
"Why'd you hit him?" Rebirah whined. "You never hit him before."
"Yes, I did, you just never saw it. I'm not as strong, physically, as you two, but I know the weak spots of any being, and so I can make you both very vulnerable. You never go against me, Rebirah, and your brother must learn that."
Farago began to stand up slowly, acting big and brave for his brother, but Chitenga knew the true pain he was in. Even a tough skinned abomination hurt when their air was ripped from their lungs. Chitenga shoved Rebirah back, and they continued continued walking to the right. Farago was breathing heavily, but could walk still, so Rebirah didn't worry much.
"Don't worry." Farago whispered, wincing at the pain in his side. "I think that he burst my..." He winced again.
"Appendix?" Rebirah asked.
"Yeah, but I'll be fine. He's going in the right direction, at least." Farago smiled, but Rebirah didn't get it. "You know, the right direction. As opposed to the wrong, rather than the left."
Rebirah thought about for a minute, then laughed. "Heh. I get it."
Farago was pleased that he made his brother happy again, but still hurt. He was going to have to suffer surgery, but it was worth it. His brother would be in a lot worse condition if Farago didn't.
"By the way," Chitenga said, turning around. "Why did you tell me left if it was right?"
"That's easy." Rebirah answered. "You always do the exact opposite of what say. So I thought if I told you the exact opposite of the truth, then you'd go the right...eh, correct way."
Chitenga narrowed his eyes. "You used me? You lied to me?" He turned around, trying to hide his scowl. "You're getting punished when we get back to the ship. I'm tired of letting you think you can do anything."
Chitenga didn't see the look in Farago's eyes, and it was good that he didn't; Farago was going to give him hell all day, and Chitenga needed his courage and sanity to stay with him.
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Maybe I'll show character descriptions later. I did take that into my thoughts, however, and showed a little more description in this next chapter (glad y'all like it): New characters, Koblano, for making my newest sig (down below Ryoko's), and Bandit, who has a cool name.
Bob and NeLo lead the rest through the wreckage of what they thought was Earth, and were both solemn about it. The destruction and suffering of the humans were reflected in the ruptured houses and lakes of dirt, but there was nothing they could do about it. Bob felt angry, remembering his own life that was started as a slave. The memory was old, but still burning in Bob's aged mind, and he could still smell the sweat, fear, and blood of innocent humans as he walked through the wreckage of Earth, back when he was still young. Whether the planet was Earth or not didn't really matter; what mattered was whether or not Dalamar and Gasaraki were there.
Ryoko was at the tail of the crowd, picking up the odd Neilan rocks as Bob imagined his people being set free. He wasn't paying attention to anything other than how many feet separated each black rock, and what the direction of the swirls on them were. He had seen the pattern before, back on his colony before it had been destroyed. It was a message. Bakabone stopped as Ryoko picked up his tenth rock, unable to stand the Neilan anymore.
"What are you doing?" He asked.
Ryoko recounted the feet that had separated the rock in his hand from the other rock he picked up, then dropped the rock into boot. Bakabone couldn't imagine walking around with those rocks in his shoes, but Ryoko had always been weird.
"I'm trying to decipher this code."
"What code? Looks like a bunch of rocks to me."
"Well, during the war against Cucumba, we Neilans used the old indian way of smoke signs to communicate to our allies. When Cucumba figured that out, we started using rocks, and used directions and feet to say whatever it was we wanted to say."
"So?"
Ryoko sighed. "One Northern red swirl five feet away means safety, one southern and one northern six feet away means no. So the two together mean 'no safety'. I need to figure out what the rest of the message says."
Bakabone looked at Bob, and smiled at Ryoko. "Hey, Ryoko. I can read weird signs too." Ryoko looked at him with the expression of shock. "Yeah. See, Bob is twelve feet away, looking in the southern direction. That means 'time to go'. Now, forget the rocks, and hurry it up."
"Go without me, if you're so impatient and stupid." Ryoko set the rocks down back where they were, and studied them.
"What do you mean 'stupid'?"
"I mean, those rocks mean no safety, so what has no safety? Is it warning us of a nearby enemy base, or what?"
Bakabone looked anxiously at Bob and NeLo, and then back at Ryoko. "Tell me what you find."
He dashed back to his leaders, and left Ryoko to his work. He stared at the crystal, then held it up to the sun. He could see reflections in the glossy black surface, and smiled as he caught Bakabone picking a wedgie. The swirl glowed orange in the light, and Ryoko could see the things behind him for the first time. He could see the small rabbit hole sized cave, a small flower sticking out from under a rock, and...a shadow. It was oddly stretched, but very clear, and it was shaped like a man. Ryoko froze as it dawned on him, and he looked up. He could see the eyes before anything else, and let out a cry.
"Commander!" A hand clasped around Ryoko's mouth, and pulled him up. He went ten feet into the air, and then was seized by two strong arms. They held him down as a furry red man started climbing down the mountain.
Jessica saw him first, and let out a scream, dropping the cigarettes as Bakabone shoved by. Her comrade made a break for the side without the monster. The beast attacked NeLo first, but Bob pulled out his rifle and let off round after round. It was useless, though. The bullets, laser or no, bounced off the skin of the beast, and he tore into the commander effortlessly. Jessica saw the blood, and heard NeLo screaming. Her stomach churned, and she didn't want to die that way. Not that messy, and agonizing. She took one glance at Bob before running after Bakabone. Bob didn't realize he was alone until NeLo's skin turned pale, and he stopped screaming.
"Messy, isn't it?" The beast said. "I love disections. They are so....hmm, educational."
Bob dropped his rifle, and unsheathed his knife. Ryoko's captor pushed him to the edge.
"Blades don't work either, Captain, not unless you know their weak spots."
Bob looked up and gasped. "Chitenga! You scumbag. Who did you ruin to make this thing?"
"Oh, just a human. Nobody special." Chitenga tightened his grip on Ryoko. "I'm thinking about using a Neilan for my next experiment. What do you think? Maybe my two boys will want a sister, or something."
"Two?" Bob began stepping back like he was going to run too. Ryoko didn't want to be alone. "Put Ryoko down, Chitenga."
"Now, I need some sort of hostage. NeLo's dead, and your cadets ran off, but Farago's brother will catch them. It will be too late for you by then, so I need you to come with me, and this little Neilan will be my bait. Farago, cuff him."
The beast stood up only partially straight, and wiped his hands on his pants. Bob didn't take his eyes off him.
"We doing this the easy way? Your friend died rather quickly, and he's a Linean."
Bob looked at Ryoko, then dropped the knife. He hated hostage situations, because he usually lost. Chitenga pulled a needle from his pocket, and pressed it into Ryoko's neck. Bob didn't realize Ryoko was asleep until Farago put the needle into his own neck. A warm liquid filled his veins, and then he was giving the sandman another paycheck.
Koblano, the blonde human, straightened his glasses as he stared at the unconscious bundle at his feet. She had fallen through the roof of his hiding place, and was the most beautiful angel he had ever seen. He pet her hair as his friend, Bandit, checked the wound on her knee. His black ponytail was tucked into his cap so that his hair didn't touch her.
"She looks human." He whispered, not wanting to wake her.
"Yeah, but look at her clothes. Orange space suit. She ain't no slave like us." Bandit said. He put some alcohol on her injury, and slapped a bandage on. "No serious damage, either. She fell through the ground, something like, I'd say, twenty, thirty feet, and only has a bruise on her knee." He whistled. "Damn, she's either lucky, or..."
"An Angel, like I said."
Bandit gathered her in his arms, and stood up. He looked around for a suitable bed, and settled on a smooth rock. Koblano could hear the machinary through the wall, but Bandit trusted it wouldn't wake her, so Koblano did too.
"We'll leave her here until we can find a better place to hide her."
Koblano ran his hands through her hair one more time. "Her clothes are torn a bit."
Bandit stared at her hair, then shrugged. "Go get some clothes, I'll get some food."
"How did she get on this fake Earth anyway?"
"Maybe she did like we did, and hid on it when it was being made. I dunno, just get the clothes. We'll ask her when she wakes."
Koblano nodded, and ran off to get his old clothes. Bandit looked at the hole in the ground again, and shook his head. There was a circle of sunlight in their floor, and their hiding spot was ruined, but it was one of the luckiest things to ever happen. That suit was Starfleet uniform, and that meant that a ship was on the fake Earth. They weren't sure how they would get off the fake Earth when they hid in it, but the empty Earth was better than the one ruled by slave drivers. Now, Bandit could see the world coming together again. One Starfleet missile and everything would be over for Dalamar. The Angel was just what Bandit had been hoping for.
Bob and NeLo lead the rest through the wreckage of what they thought was Earth, and were both solemn about it. The destruction and suffering of the humans were reflected in the ruptured houses and lakes of dirt, but there was nothing they could do about it. Bob felt angry, remembering his own life that was started as a slave. The memory was old, but still burning in Bob's aged mind, and he could still smell the sweat, fear, and blood of innocent humans as he walked through the wreckage of Earth, back when he was still young. Whether the planet was Earth or not didn't really matter; what mattered was whether or not Dalamar and Gasaraki were there.
Ryoko was at the tail of the crowd, picking up the odd Neilan rocks as Bob imagined his people being set free. He wasn't paying attention to anything other than how many feet separated each black rock, and what the direction of the swirls on them were. He had seen the pattern before, back on his colony before it had been destroyed. It was a message. Bakabone stopped as Ryoko picked up his tenth rock, unable to stand the Neilan anymore.
"What are you doing?" He asked.
Ryoko recounted the feet that had separated the rock in his hand from the other rock he picked up, then dropped the rock into boot. Bakabone couldn't imagine walking around with those rocks in his shoes, but Ryoko had always been weird.
"I'm trying to decipher this code."
"What code? Looks like a bunch of rocks to me."
"Well, during the war against Cucumba, we Neilans used the old indian way of smoke signs to communicate to our allies. When Cucumba figured that out, we started using rocks, and used directions and feet to say whatever it was we wanted to say."
"So?"
Ryoko sighed. "One Northern red swirl five feet away means safety, one southern and one northern six feet away means no. So the two together mean 'no safety'. I need to figure out what the rest of the message says."
Bakabone looked at Bob, and smiled at Ryoko. "Hey, Ryoko. I can read weird signs too." Ryoko looked at him with the expression of shock. "Yeah. See, Bob is twelve feet away, looking in the southern direction. That means 'time to go'. Now, forget the rocks, and hurry it up."
"Go without me, if you're so impatient and stupid." Ryoko set the rocks down back where they were, and studied them.
"What do you mean 'stupid'?"
"I mean, those rocks mean no safety, so what has no safety? Is it warning us of a nearby enemy base, or what?"
Bakabone looked anxiously at Bob and NeLo, and then back at Ryoko. "Tell me what you find."
He dashed back to his leaders, and left Ryoko to his work. He stared at the crystal, then held it up to the sun. He could see reflections in the glossy black surface, and smiled as he caught Bakabone picking a wedgie. The swirl glowed orange in the light, and Ryoko could see the things behind him for the first time. He could see the small rabbit hole sized cave, a small flower sticking out from under a rock, and...a shadow. It was oddly stretched, but very clear, and it was shaped like a man. Ryoko froze as it dawned on him, and he looked up. He could see the eyes before anything else, and let out a cry.
"Commander!" A hand clasped around Ryoko's mouth, and pulled him up. He went ten feet into the air, and then was seized by two strong arms. They held him down as a furry red man started climbing down the mountain.
Jessica saw him first, and let out a scream, dropping the cigarettes as Bakabone shoved by. Her comrade made a break for the side without the monster. The beast attacked NeLo first, but Bob pulled out his rifle and let off round after round. It was useless, though. The bullets, laser or no, bounced off the skin of the beast, and he tore into the commander effortlessly. Jessica saw the blood, and heard NeLo screaming. Her stomach churned, and she didn't want to die that way. Not that messy, and agonizing. She took one glance at Bob before running after Bakabone. Bob didn't realize he was alone until NeLo's skin turned pale, and he stopped screaming.
"Messy, isn't it?" The beast said. "I love disections. They are so....hmm, educational."
Bob dropped his rifle, and unsheathed his knife. Ryoko's captor pushed him to the edge.
"Blades don't work either, Captain, not unless you know their weak spots."
Bob looked up and gasped. "Chitenga! You scumbag. Who did you ruin to make this thing?"
"Oh, just a human. Nobody special." Chitenga tightened his grip on Ryoko. "I'm thinking about using a Neilan for my next experiment. What do you think? Maybe my two boys will want a sister, or something."
"Two?" Bob began stepping back like he was going to run too. Ryoko didn't want to be alone. "Put Ryoko down, Chitenga."
"Now, I need some sort of hostage. NeLo's dead, and your cadets ran off, but Farago's brother will catch them. It will be too late for you by then, so I need you to come with me, and this little Neilan will be my bait. Farago, cuff him."
The beast stood up only partially straight, and wiped his hands on his pants. Bob didn't take his eyes off him.
"We doing this the easy way? Your friend died rather quickly, and he's a Linean."
Bob looked at Ryoko, then dropped the knife. He hated hostage situations, because he usually lost. Chitenga pulled a needle from his pocket, and pressed it into Ryoko's neck. Bob didn't realize Ryoko was asleep until Farago put the needle into his own neck. A warm liquid filled his veins, and then he was giving the sandman another paycheck.
Koblano, the blonde human, straightened his glasses as he stared at the unconscious bundle at his feet. She had fallen through the roof of his hiding place, and was the most beautiful angel he had ever seen. He pet her hair as his friend, Bandit, checked the wound on her knee. His black ponytail was tucked into his cap so that his hair didn't touch her.
"She looks human." He whispered, not wanting to wake her.
"Yeah, but look at her clothes. Orange space suit. She ain't no slave like us." Bandit said. He put some alcohol on her injury, and slapped a bandage on. "No serious damage, either. She fell through the ground, something like, I'd say, twenty, thirty feet, and only has a bruise on her knee." He whistled. "Damn, she's either lucky, or..."
"An Angel, like I said."
Bandit gathered her in his arms, and stood up. He looked around for a suitable bed, and settled on a smooth rock. Koblano could hear the machinary through the wall, but Bandit trusted it wouldn't wake her, so Koblano did too.
"We'll leave her here until we can find a better place to hide her."
Koblano ran his hands through her hair one more time. "Her clothes are torn a bit."
Bandit stared at her hair, then shrugged. "Go get some clothes, I'll get some food."
"How did she get on this fake Earth anyway?"
"Maybe she did like we did, and hid on it when it was being made. I dunno, just get the clothes. We'll ask her when she wakes."
Koblano nodded, and ran off to get his old clothes. Bandit looked at the hole in the ground again, and shook his head. There was a circle of sunlight in their floor, and their hiding spot was ruined, but it was one of the luckiest things to ever happen. That suit was Starfleet uniform, and that meant that a ship was on the fake Earth. They weren't sure how they would get off the fake Earth when they hid in it, but the empty Earth was better than the one ruled by slave drivers. Now, Bandit could see the world coming together again. One Starfleet missile and everything would be over for Dalamar. The Angel was just what Bandit had been hoping for.
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Oops. I forgot to add TO BE CONTINUED...someone said this was too long, so I'll just cut it up like books or something. OH well, you had your fighting scenes, and it ended with something that makes me want to read more (hmm...does that mean it's good?). Maybe it's enough to feed you until I can get some more juicy details to make the second part more interesting (BTW, it's going to be a whole lot faster from here one: more fighting, more tricks, and more romance *ooh la la*). This gives you a space to request things, though. Like "don't turn Ryoko into a horrible mutant", or "don't make Scooter fall in love with Vee". Lol. Just, you know, hang on for a while. I'll be coming back with more before you know it.
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Hey V.B. I haven't really read much past the first part, but it looks great so far! I usually am turned away by the word fanfic, so I didn't read it until i just happened to accidently clicked it.
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Part 2: Angel's Unmistaken, and Devils Take The Lead
Dalamar leaned back in his chair, enjoying watching everything fall perfectly into place. Nobody knew his plans but himself, and maybe Hsu. But Hsu was dead. Hsu died just before he was put into a prison, like it was his plan all along. Dalamar hated Cucumba for letting Hsu die, but he couldn't do anything about it. He just sat down and ruined the world, stewing in his anger and insanity.
He clicked the buttons on his computer and prepared the plasma nukes for launching. Maybe Cucumba would survive a blast to the prison, but even if he didn't Dalamar wouldn't care. The big red button sat in front of him, tempting and taunting him. Dalamar couldn't wait for much longer, but he had too. The scanners reported Abrophis' ship moving away, and Dalamar slammed his fist against the button. It beeper, sparked, and went through the computer crashing into the ground below. Dalamar stared at it with little interest, and watched the red glowing screen instead.
Gasaraki stood just outside his door, trembling, and Dalamar felt him.
"Are you coming in, or are you just going to wait there?"
Gasaraki jumped and slowly moved into the room. His face was pale, and he wasn't typing on his computer. Something was wrong.
"D-Dalamar...why are you nuking the prison?" Gasaraki asked, in a small voice.
"Are you afraid of me?"
Gasaraki stiffened. "N-No. Why w-would I b-be afraid of y-you?"
Dalamar spun around, enjoying the sick feeling his stomach made when he did that. Gasaraki was glowing red due to light emitted from the computer screen, and he looked impish with his beady eyes and black hair.
"Why are you afraid of me? I'm your friend, I helped and will help you when you need it. I've always made sacrifices just for you. You're like the brother I never had."
"You've...changed..." Gasaraki's voice was barely audible.
"How?"
Gasaraki didn't answer. The screen turned to normal, and so did Gasaraki. He looked down at his wristcomputer and began to type. Dalamar didn't like being ignored, but he didn't want to scare his friend even more than he already was. Gasaraki was a big part of Dalamar's plan.
"Sir, Chitenga has reported capturing Captain Bob." Came Deamon-Fyre's voice from their comlinks.
"Who else? Glenn? Scooter? V.B.?"
"Well, he also has a Neilan, and he thinks it's their leader. There was only one girl in the group, and Chitenga says that she and another got away. Commander NeLo is dead, also."
Dalamar looked down at his boots, and began to laugh. NeLo was dead. After all the trouble he had given him, he was dead. Just like that. It was wonderful, and fit in perfectly with Dalamar's plan.
"Sir, Rog, Falcon, and DaKD have also reported attacking a group." Dagger said. "They seemed to have split up. Rog, Falcon, and Dak claim to have Scooter, Glenn, and another cadet. The casualty in that attack was a medic. We don't know his name, but he was sniped by Falcon. V.B. disappeared from battle."
Dalamar stopped laughing. "Oh, this was going so perfect until that last part. Where the hell is V.B.?"
"We don't know. Falcon is searching the underground passages because Rog had caused tremors before Vee's disappearance. They think she might have fallen through the ground."
"If she's dead, then you, Deamon, and those three idiots will all join Hsu in the dead realm! I will personally send you there, too."
Dagger gulped. "Yes sir. Understood."
The comlink shut off, and Dalamar looked up to the blank space where Gasaraki had been. His friend didn't enjoy the news as much as Dalamar did.
"Pity." Dal said, going back to working on his computer.
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Dalamar leaned back in his chair, enjoying watching everything fall perfectly into place. Nobody knew his plans but himself, and maybe Hsu. But Hsu was dead. Hsu died just before he was put into a prison, like it was his plan all along. Dalamar hated Cucumba for letting Hsu die, but he couldn't do anything about it. He just sat down and ruined the world, stewing in his anger and insanity.
He clicked the buttons on his computer and prepared the plasma nukes for launching. Maybe Cucumba would survive a blast to the prison, but even if he didn't Dalamar wouldn't care. The big red button sat in front of him, tempting and taunting him. Dalamar couldn't wait for much longer, but he had too. The scanners reported Abrophis' ship moving away, and Dalamar slammed his fist against the button. It beeper, sparked, and went through the computer crashing into the ground below. Dalamar stared at it with little interest, and watched the red glowing screen instead.
Gasaraki stood just outside his door, trembling, and Dalamar felt him.
"Are you coming in, or are you just going to wait there?"
Gasaraki jumped and slowly moved into the room. His face was pale, and he wasn't typing on his computer. Something was wrong.
"D-Dalamar...why are you nuking the prison?" Gasaraki asked, in a small voice.
"Are you afraid of me?"
Gasaraki stiffened. "N-No. Why w-would I b-be afraid of y-you?"
Dalamar spun around, enjoying the sick feeling his stomach made when he did that. Gasaraki was glowing red due to light emitted from the computer screen, and he looked impish with his beady eyes and black hair.
"Why are you afraid of me? I'm your friend, I helped and will help you when you need it. I've always made sacrifices just for you. You're like the brother I never had."
"You've...changed..." Gasaraki's voice was barely audible.
"How?"
Gasaraki didn't answer. The screen turned to normal, and so did Gasaraki. He looked down at his wristcomputer and began to type. Dalamar didn't like being ignored, but he didn't want to scare his friend even more than he already was. Gasaraki was a big part of Dalamar's plan.
"Sir, Chitenga has reported capturing Captain Bob." Came Deamon-Fyre's voice from their comlinks.
"Who else? Glenn? Scooter? V.B.?"
"Well, he also has a Neilan, and he thinks it's their leader. There was only one girl in the group, and Chitenga says that she and another got away. Commander NeLo is dead, also."
Dalamar looked down at his boots, and began to laugh. NeLo was dead. After all the trouble he had given him, he was dead. Just like that. It was wonderful, and fit in perfectly with Dalamar's plan.
"Sir, Rog, Falcon, and DaKD have also reported attacking a group." Dagger said. "They seemed to have split up. Rog, Falcon, and Dak claim to have Scooter, Glenn, and another cadet. The casualty in that attack was a medic. We don't know his name, but he was sniped by Falcon. V.B. disappeared from battle."
Dalamar stopped laughing. "Oh, this was going so perfect until that last part. Where the hell is V.B.?"
"We don't know. Falcon is searching the underground passages because Rog had caused tremors before Vee's disappearance. They think she might have fallen through the ground."
"If she's dead, then you, Deamon, and those three idiots will all join Hsu in the dead realm! I will personally send you there, too."
Dagger gulped. "Yes sir. Understood."
The comlink shut off, and Dalamar looked up to the blank space where Gasaraki had been. His friend didn't enjoy the news as much as Dalamar did.
"Pity." Dal said, going back to working on his computer.
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~~~BTW, adding some romance in right here (but don't freak, there's no kissing yet)
Jessica could only see Bakabone's back before the sun kissed the horizon and rose into the sky, then he was gone. The rocks, rusted metal, cold air, and the occasional sounds of footsteps were the only things left to hug Jessica and keep her company; she had even lost her flashlight somewhere behind her, running from whatever it was that killed NeLo. Her blonde hair flew in front of her eyes as she sped across treachorous ground, hugging herself to keep warm, and with only one thought on her mind.
Who could do such a grotesque thing to NeLo? He didn't deserve to be mutilated like he was. He was always kind but wise, generous but cautious, and a very good commander. She just had to find V.B., and make sure her friend didn't suffer the same fate.
Something seized her ankle, and she let out a shriek that she didn't even know she could muster. Her body hit the ground palms first, not bruising anything, but still hurting a bit, and she began to crawl and try to kick whatever it was holding her away. She didn't notice the blue fur, or claws, she was too panicked, but the violet eyes underneath the blackness of shadows saw her. Saw her blonde hair, blue eyes, golden skin, and beautiful face, and it liked the view. The hand didn't budge as Jesse hit it repeatedly with her boot, so she leaned down and dug her teeth into the furry clasp. The master of the hand let out a cry as his hands let go of Jess. She wasted no time in getting away, but her feet weren't fast enough. Rebirah pulled himself from the shadows and in a burst of speed followed after her.
"GET AWAY FROM ME!" She screamed, picking up the pace. "I'm too young to die!"
Rebirah chuckled at that. He had always heard his father say that one was never too young or pretty to die, no matter what they said. He also said that some people were just made for dying, and the beautiful were one of those people. Rebirah didn't believe that before, but he hated that more than ever now that he had a taste of what beautiful people were.
He felt something in his stomach that rose up to his heart; it felt almost like someone was tickling him from the inside. His legs were like water, and his eyes saw only her. Her draped in the sunlight as her graceful legs carried her across the ruin that once was haven, and Rebirah could smell the roses of her perfume flying free in the wind around her. He was completely enraptured with her, and it had started with only the touch. He had planned on killing her, tearing her up like his brother had done to the other, but how could he after seeing her. After touching her, and smelling her. It was like a dream, and he couldn't bring himself to turn it into a nightmare.
Jessica turned to look at him, and saw his legs were hardly moving and he still too close for comfort. Why wasn't he pouncing her? He was fast enough, for sure, almost faster than they claimed Rog was, but he wasn't even trying. His eyes looked distant, but were firmly placed on her. She swayed to the left and they followed, like he was in a trance or something. She went to the left and screamed as her ankle buckled when she twisted it wrong. Once again, she fell, and began to cry. He'd catch her now, and she was as good as dead. She saw his boot hit the ground beside her, and he leaned over her. His face, though covered with fuzz, was peaceful and almost human looking, which was shocking since the other one didn't.
"Did you hurt yourself?" He asked.
Jessica only stared at him, too afraid to breathe.
"Hmm, here, let me help you. Then you can continue running, if you want."
He took her arms, and gently lifted her back onto her feet.
When she cried out and reached to soothe her ankle, he knew what hurt. Before she could do anything, he positioned his arms and swept her up into them. She screamed again.
"Put me down!"
"I won't hurt you." He said.
"Yes you will! The other one of you..."
"My brother, Farago."
Jessica's eyes widened. "Y-your brother?"
Rebirah nodded, and looked both directions. "You want to go to the sunlight, or to my ship?"
Jessica looked at the ground, wondering if he meant to take her someplace special to kill her. Who knows what the beast was thinking. But, his brother was the other direction, so she pointed to the sunlight. She'd rather die by one than two. Rebirah nodded and started off in that direction, smiling like a kid at Christmas. Jessica could not help but hate that smile.
~~~BTW, adding some romance in right here (but don't freak, there's no kissing yet)
Jessica could only see Bakabone's back before the sun kissed the horizon and rose into the sky, then he was gone. The rocks, rusted metal, cold air, and the occasional sounds of footsteps were the only things left to hug Jessica and keep her company; she had even lost her flashlight somewhere behind her, running from whatever it was that killed NeLo. Her blonde hair flew in front of her eyes as she sped across treachorous ground, hugging herself to keep warm, and with only one thought on her mind.
Who could do such a grotesque thing to NeLo? He didn't deserve to be mutilated like he was. He was always kind but wise, generous but cautious, and a very good commander. She just had to find V.B., and make sure her friend didn't suffer the same fate.
Something seized her ankle, and she let out a shriek that she didn't even know she could muster. Her body hit the ground palms first, not bruising anything, but still hurting a bit, and she began to crawl and try to kick whatever it was holding her away. She didn't notice the blue fur, or claws, she was too panicked, but the violet eyes underneath the blackness of shadows saw her. Saw her blonde hair, blue eyes, golden skin, and beautiful face, and it liked the view. The hand didn't budge as Jesse hit it repeatedly with her boot, so she leaned down and dug her teeth into the furry clasp. The master of the hand let out a cry as his hands let go of Jess. She wasted no time in getting away, but her feet weren't fast enough. Rebirah pulled himself from the shadows and in a burst of speed followed after her.
"GET AWAY FROM ME!" She screamed, picking up the pace. "I'm too young to die!"
Rebirah chuckled at that. He had always heard his father say that one was never too young or pretty to die, no matter what they said. He also said that some people were just made for dying, and the beautiful were one of those people. Rebirah didn't believe that before, but he hated that more than ever now that he had a taste of what beautiful people were.
He felt something in his stomach that rose up to his heart; it felt almost like someone was tickling him from the inside. His legs were like water, and his eyes saw only her. Her draped in the sunlight as her graceful legs carried her across the ruin that once was haven, and Rebirah could smell the roses of her perfume flying free in the wind around her. He was completely enraptured with her, and it had started with only the touch. He had planned on killing her, tearing her up like his brother had done to the other, but how could he after seeing her. After touching her, and smelling her. It was like a dream, and he couldn't bring himself to turn it into a nightmare.
Jessica turned to look at him, and saw his legs were hardly moving and he still too close for comfort. Why wasn't he pouncing her? He was fast enough, for sure, almost faster than they claimed Rog was, but he wasn't even trying. His eyes looked distant, but were firmly placed on her. She swayed to the left and they followed, like he was in a trance or something. She went to the left and screamed as her ankle buckled when she twisted it wrong. Once again, she fell, and began to cry. He'd catch her now, and she was as good as dead. She saw his boot hit the ground beside her, and he leaned over her. His face, though covered with fuzz, was peaceful and almost human looking, which was shocking since the other one didn't.
"Did you hurt yourself?" He asked.
Jessica only stared at him, too afraid to breathe.
"Hmm, here, let me help you. Then you can continue running, if you want."
He took her arms, and gently lifted her back onto her feet.
When she cried out and reached to soothe her ankle, he knew what hurt. Before she could do anything, he positioned his arms and swept her up into them. She screamed again.
"Put me down!"
"I won't hurt you." He said.
"Yes you will! The other one of you..."
"My brother, Farago."
Jessica's eyes widened. "Y-your brother?"
Rebirah nodded, and looked both directions. "You want to go to the sunlight, or to my ship?"
Jessica looked at the ground, wondering if he meant to take her someplace special to kill her. Who knows what the beast was thinking. But, his brother was the other direction, so she pointed to the sunlight. She'd rather die by one than two. Rebirah nodded and started off in that direction, smiling like a kid at Christmas. Jessica could not help but hate that smile.
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Hibiki raced across the Earth with the girl on his back, feeling a bit weird and out of place, and giddy at the same time. Of all the times he had run, all the times he had followed Aaroan out of the bold and brave and into the cowardly ranks, he had never been so unsure of everything. He wasn't drunk, but his stomach felt upside down, and his legs trembled under the pressure. His head was whirling, and he felt like he was being carried, rather than running by himself. It was relaxing and very nice, but Hibiki didn't like it at the same time. It wasn't him.
"Go! Fasta'! Fasta'!" Bee said, clapping happily as her pigtails shot straight out with the wind. "Dat way! Dat way!"
Aaroan came up beside him. "Hibiki! Watch out for Howdy, I think we're getting close."
Bee stopped clapping and stared up at the cavernlike surroundings. Her eyes narrowed at the highest point near Hibiki's shoulder, but he didn't notice her. Aaroan followed her eyes to the captain, crying out a bit too late. Hibiki's head was jerked, and his vision whited out. He cried out under the pain of the laser, scaring the girl. She, with her legs wrapped around his neck, leaned back to dodge another, and Hibiki's head was pulled with it. Howdy let another shot off, and Aaroan watched as Hibiki's kneecap flew five feet, smashing against the cavern wall. Hibiki screamed and toppled. The girl rolled from his shoulders, landing safely. Aaroan hated being right all the time.
"Freeze, Aaroan!" Howdy said, training his rifle for him.
Aaroan found that hard to obey when his friend was possibly dead, and so he didn't. He ran over to his friend, not caring if Howdy shot or not. Hibiki's entire right ear was missing, and there was blood all over the side of his head. It got into his blonde hair, making it sticky and more spiked than usual. His eye closest to it was closed, having a purplish bruise around it, and his other had turned from his natural aqua green into a bright white. He was still breathing, luckily, but his leg was twisted in a sickening pose. Aaroan hoped he wasn't conscious.
"Don't shoot!" Bee said, running in front of Aaroan, raising her arms and blocking the view to the shot that Aaroan hadn't noticed was about to come. "Hiki's huwt!"
Howdy seemed untouched by the girl. "Of course Hiki's hurt. I just shot him! Now move, or I will shoot you too."
A cadet grabbed Howdy's shoulder and whispered something into his ear. Howdy's eyebrow raised, and he stared at the girl with a pure shock that Aaroan had never seen pierce his stony shell: his eyes were wide, his jaw was set, and one side of his lip was bent into a snarl as sweat dripped from his perfectly kept hair.
"Who is that girl?" A boy wearing a pilots suit asked.
"B.B." Bee screamed up at them.
"B.B.?" Howdy repeated.
Bee nodded, her red cheeks bouncing like most childrens did. Howdy's face slowly turned back to the mask, and he lowered his weapon. He motioned for his men to move in, and they did. Aaroan was soon surrounded by the entire Starfleet, and he didn't dare ignore Howdy again.
"Get a medic!" The pilot shouted.
Rog sniffed of Scooter, and giggled again. It was him, for real. It was the guy that Dalamar had on his top-ten list. The cadet of the Galactic Warriors/Starfleet who had last been spotted using a ship to fight with. A ship! To fight with! That was the strangest thing. Most starfighters only used their ships to get to the carriers, and didn't bother with fighting with them. It was easier just to get the enemy on the ground then it was to use their ships properly. Scooter was a legend, and she, Rebel O'Gear, a little-bitty terrorist and hired thug of Dalamar caught him. It was so easy, too, so surely she'd get a hefty pay.
"Ooh! Cheeseboy! You just bought me many dairy products." She said, squealing.
DaKD stared at her while holding an ice pack on his head.
"That girl ruined my head," Dak said, wincing. "So that boy had better get us some good cheese!"
Falcon reloaded his gun, and set it down to examine his prisoners with. Glenn's arm was split open, and Falcon could smell the fragrance of burnt flesh from it. It wasn't something he enjoyed, but he had grown used to it over the years of ruthless murders and "assassinations". The cadet Baku was awake, his eyes wide and his voice whimpering with fear.
"What's the matter? Are you overcome with a fear worth dying to get rid of?"
Baku shook his head violently, his flabby cheeks bouncing around the mouth gag.
"I say kill him anyway." Dak said, rubbing his sore.
"No. I shant do anything so violent without a reason. Are you going to give me a reason?"
Baku shook his head again, tears streaming from his eyes. Rog began to dance in glee around Baku, making odd cat noises, and running her claws along his bald red head.
"Meow meow, sucka'!" She said, purring. "You might get me something too, so don't you dare give Falcon a reason to skin you."
"Hmm, indeed. I actually don't think the chubby one will earn us much, but perhaps he will give us enough to pay for some catnip." Falcon scratched his beloveds chin, and she purred happily. Dak stuck his tongue out in disgust as she leaned forward, and licked Falcon's cheek. "My sweet, I doubt that Dalamar would give us much even with this...Scooter." Rog and Dak looked at him with curiosity radiating from their eyes. "Dalamar doesn't even think we can do it."
"Won't he be surprised then!" Dak said, laughing, then wincing at the pain in his head.
"No. He'll probably kill us anyway." Falcon stopped scratching, and looked down at Baku. "I have learned recently of one of his spies that was sent to try and prevent us from actually doing our job."
"Well, how?" Rog asked.
"My sweet, Dalamar is an idiot. He first turns on his people, and then he turns on the only person that keeps everything together."
"Gasaraki?" Dak asked.
"Correct. Gasaraki told me about this when you two rushed down to fight, and I found it quite intriging. Let us take these three to another, a slave trader, that will pay us."
"Who?" Rog asked.
"Someone named Hitokiri. I know him personally, and he is a fine young chap, much like myself. You will enjoy him, my sweet."
She smiled. "Well, if he's anything like you." Dak turned away as Falcon and her traded licks. Falcon wasn't a cat, like her, and that disgusted Dak more than the romance of it all. Gnaw's shouldn't kiss cats, it's just that way, but Falcon didn't seem to know that. "Grr, who needs catnip?" Rog said, giggling.
"Well, who was the spy, anyway?" Dak asked, trying to keep the topic from kissing, romance, or anything like that.
Falcon turned away from his furry beloved, and stared at Baku. "Him."
"Him? But he was easy!" Rog said.
"I know." Dak said, remembering getting him first.
"Yes, but that's not the point. He was only pretending because he was afraid that I'd shoot him. I told you that Dalamar was an idiot, and I mean it. He knows nothing, or he refuses to use that knowledge."
Dak stood up and walked over to Baku. "Let's kill him."
"No. Hitokiri enjoys spies, he'll give us something special for them."
Rog purred. "Like what?"
Falcon grinned. "Whatever you wish, my sweet."
Dak rolled his eyes as they kissed again. He hated romantics.
"Go! Fasta'! Fasta'!" Bee said, clapping happily as her pigtails shot straight out with the wind. "Dat way! Dat way!"
Aaroan came up beside him. "Hibiki! Watch out for Howdy, I think we're getting close."
Bee stopped clapping and stared up at the cavernlike surroundings. Her eyes narrowed at the highest point near Hibiki's shoulder, but he didn't notice her. Aaroan followed her eyes to the captain, crying out a bit too late. Hibiki's head was jerked, and his vision whited out. He cried out under the pain of the laser, scaring the girl. She, with her legs wrapped around his neck, leaned back to dodge another, and Hibiki's head was pulled with it. Howdy let another shot off, and Aaroan watched as Hibiki's kneecap flew five feet, smashing against the cavern wall. Hibiki screamed and toppled. The girl rolled from his shoulders, landing safely. Aaroan hated being right all the time.
"Freeze, Aaroan!" Howdy said, training his rifle for him.
Aaroan found that hard to obey when his friend was possibly dead, and so he didn't. He ran over to his friend, not caring if Howdy shot or not. Hibiki's entire right ear was missing, and there was blood all over the side of his head. It got into his blonde hair, making it sticky and more spiked than usual. His eye closest to it was closed, having a purplish bruise around it, and his other had turned from his natural aqua green into a bright white. He was still breathing, luckily, but his leg was twisted in a sickening pose. Aaroan hoped he wasn't conscious.
"Don't shoot!" Bee said, running in front of Aaroan, raising her arms and blocking the view to the shot that Aaroan hadn't noticed was about to come. "Hiki's huwt!"
Howdy seemed untouched by the girl. "Of course Hiki's hurt. I just shot him! Now move, or I will shoot you too."
A cadet grabbed Howdy's shoulder and whispered something into his ear. Howdy's eyebrow raised, and he stared at the girl with a pure shock that Aaroan had never seen pierce his stony shell: his eyes were wide, his jaw was set, and one side of his lip was bent into a snarl as sweat dripped from his perfectly kept hair.
"Who is that girl?" A boy wearing a pilots suit asked.
"B.B." Bee screamed up at them.
"B.B.?" Howdy repeated.
Bee nodded, her red cheeks bouncing like most childrens did. Howdy's face slowly turned back to the mask, and he lowered his weapon. He motioned for his men to move in, and they did. Aaroan was soon surrounded by the entire Starfleet, and he didn't dare ignore Howdy again.
"Get a medic!" The pilot shouted.
Rog sniffed of Scooter, and giggled again. It was him, for real. It was the guy that Dalamar had on his top-ten list. The cadet of the Galactic Warriors/Starfleet who had last been spotted using a ship to fight with. A ship! To fight with! That was the strangest thing. Most starfighters only used their ships to get to the carriers, and didn't bother with fighting with them. It was easier just to get the enemy on the ground then it was to use their ships properly. Scooter was a legend, and she, Rebel O'Gear, a little-bitty terrorist and hired thug of Dalamar caught him. It was so easy, too, so surely she'd get a hefty pay.
"Ooh! Cheeseboy! You just bought me many dairy products." She said, squealing.
DaKD stared at her while holding an ice pack on his head.
"That girl ruined my head," Dak said, wincing. "So that boy had better get us some good cheese!"
Falcon reloaded his gun, and set it down to examine his prisoners with. Glenn's arm was split open, and Falcon could smell the fragrance of burnt flesh from it. It wasn't something he enjoyed, but he had grown used to it over the years of ruthless murders and "assassinations". The cadet Baku was awake, his eyes wide and his voice whimpering with fear.
"What's the matter? Are you overcome with a fear worth dying to get rid of?"
Baku shook his head violently, his flabby cheeks bouncing around the mouth gag.
"I say kill him anyway." Dak said, rubbing his sore.
"No. I shant do anything so violent without a reason. Are you going to give me a reason?"
Baku shook his head again, tears streaming from his eyes. Rog began to dance in glee around Baku, making odd cat noises, and running her claws along his bald red head.
"Meow meow, sucka'!" She said, purring. "You might get me something too, so don't you dare give Falcon a reason to skin you."
"Hmm, indeed. I actually don't think the chubby one will earn us much, but perhaps he will give us enough to pay for some catnip." Falcon scratched his beloveds chin, and she purred happily. Dak stuck his tongue out in disgust as she leaned forward, and licked Falcon's cheek. "My sweet, I doubt that Dalamar would give us much even with this...Scooter." Rog and Dak looked at him with curiosity radiating from their eyes. "Dalamar doesn't even think we can do it."
"Won't he be surprised then!" Dak said, laughing, then wincing at the pain in his head.
"No. He'll probably kill us anyway." Falcon stopped scratching, and looked down at Baku. "I have learned recently of one of his spies that was sent to try and prevent us from actually doing our job."
"Well, how?" Rog asked.
"My sweet, Dalamar is an idiot. He first turns on his people, and then he turns on the only person that keeps everything together."
"Gasaraki?" Dak asked.
"Correct. Gasaraki told me about this when you two rushed down to fight, and I found it quite intriging. Let us take these three to another, a slave trader, that will pay us."
"Who?" Rog asked.
"Someone named Hitokiri. I know him personally, and he is a fine young chap, much like myself. You will enjoy him, my sweet."
She smiled. "Well, if he's anything like you." Dak turned away as Falcon and her traded licks. Falcon wasn't a cat, like her, and that disgusted Dak more than the romance of it all. Gnaw's shouldn't kiss cats, it's just that way, but Falcon didn't seem to know that. "Grr, who needs catnip?" Rog said, giggling.
"Well, who was the spy, anyway?" Dak asked, trying to keep the topic from kissing, romance, or anything like that.
Falcon turned away from his furry beloved, and stared at Baku. "Him."
"Him? But he was easy!" Rog said.
"I know." Dak said, remembering getting him first.
"Yes, but that's not the point. He was only pretending because he was afraid that I'd shoot him. I told you that Dalamar was an idiot, and I mean it. He knows nothing, or he refuses to use that knowledge."
Dak stood up and walked over to Baku. "Let's kill him."
"No. Hitokiri enjoys spies, he'll give us something special for them."
Rog purred. "Like what?"
Falcon grinned. "Whatever you wish, my sweet."
Dak rolled his eyes as they kissed again. He hated romantics.
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damn, i read all that expecting to see my name in there somewhere :S
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V.B your very talanted..keep it up,...why is everyone better than me...:cry: ...also great charaters and plot and...i could go on but i wont.
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Hey, since my sister is gone, I was asked to inform you that for two weeks, there will be no story. It will help us lots if Ryoko, or some other mod, would pretty please keep this thread alive.
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Must continue story! Woohoo!!!
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Rebirah stared at Jessica as he ran. She was so silent, not asking anything, not demanding anything, and looking beautiful while she was at it. But he wanted talk. Silence was killing him.
"Did you know that sun is fake?" He asked. Jessica looked up at him and sighed. But still no words. "Dalamar created this to be just like the real Earth, down to the artificial sun. He wanted you guys to be confused."
She looked down sadly, and rubbed her ankle.
"What are you going to do with me?" She asked.
Rebirah was puzzled on that question. He hadn't really thought over it quite yet, but knew that if he didn't answer she'd get mad.
"I was hoping to....I don't know. I can't kill you, and I can't let Chitenga kill you. That's all I know."
Her eyes widened, and she tried to hide a smile. Rebirah was glad she was relieved, but a bit offended at the same time. A thought nagged at Rebirah until he blurted it out, not realizing what he said before it was too late.
"Do you love me?"
Jessica's eyes widened again, and she raised her hand to slap him, but lowered it again.
"No." That hurt. "But if you're not going to kill me, then it's alright if you love me."
"Why?"
"Because, it's just normal for guys to like girls. It tells me why you won't kill me, also, and that's comforting."
Rebirah looked down and just shrugged. He didn't understand humans, nonetheless the female versions, but he was going to try. Maybe she was just hiding her feelings for him.
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Ugh...that sounds terrible to me, but I wrote it in the reply box and very quickly. Must get my story back to life!!!
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Rebirah stared at Jessica as he ran. She was so silent, not asking anything, not demanding anything, and looking beautiful while she was at it. But he wanted talk. Silence was killing him.
"Did you know that sun is fake?" He asked. Jessica looked up at him and sighed. But still no words. "Dalamar created this to be just like the real Earth, down to the artificial sun. He wanted you guys to be confused."
She looked down sadly, and rubbed her ankle.
"What are you going to do with me?" She asked.
Rebirah was puzzled on that question. He hadn't really thought over it quite yet, but knew that if he didn't answer she'd get mad.
"I was hoping to....I don't know. I can't kill you, and I can't let Chitenga kill you. That's all I know."
Her eyes widened, and she tried to hide a smile. Rebirah was glad she was relieved, but a bit offended at the same time. A thought nagged at Rebirah until he blurted it out, not realizing what he said before it was too late.
"Do you love me?"
Jessica's eyes widened again, and she raised her hand to slap him, but lowered it again.
"No." That hurt. "But if you're not going to kill me, then it's alright if you love me."
"Why?"
"Because, it's just normal for guys to like girls. It tells me why you won't kill me, also, and that's comforting."
Rebirah looked down and just shrugged. He didn't understand humans, nonetheless the female versions, but he was going to try. Maybe she was just hiding her feelings for him.
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Ugh...that sounds terrible to me, but I wrote it in the reply box and very quickly. Must get my story back to life!!!