Well, you asked for it, and so you shall receive it!! A SEQUAL!!
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I don't have much of a plot yet, since my big space battle idea was… wait a minute…. I'm getting an idea…. Hmm….. Yeeeeeessss….. eeeexcellent.
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Another space battle thingy!! WOOO!!
Okay, so my last story left off. Chi was killed, the war ended, Mona and Joanna were hailed as heroes and are now both close advisors to Tallest Red and Purple. Mona had a smeet all her own with one light blue eye and one all Tallest Red's.
But this story won't start off with Dual, although eventually, it'll be from his POV when he's old enough…
PLEASE REVIEW!! And DON'T read this if you haven't read "accidentally on purpose"!
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VORTIAN YEAR: 25060
TEMPERATURE: 48.6 DEGREES FAHRENHEIT
EARTH YEAR: 1987
LOCATION: VORT LABS INC., PLANET VORT
A thin, piercing cry broke the silence and the tension as Vort scientists and geneticists gathered around the little test tube. It cast a warm, green yellow glow on all of them. Some took notes, others stared rapturously, others clapped and cheered.
Their experiment was finally a success!
As soon as the project was fully grown and trained in Vortian combat… she could end this war between Vort and Irk once and for all.
For now, she was far too weak and unstable to leave the confines of the laboratory, even to go to the training facilities.
Her head was extremely large for a baby Vortian and her horns were overlong, disjointed and turned into a tight curl just past her jaw bone. Rather than dark grey, these ultra-sensory horns were a charcoal black, resembling Irken antennae in a way. When touched, she recoiled and whimpered again. Her skin was slick with the life-sustaining fluid from the tank in which she was grown but a mottled green color. She was not gray or lavender- colored. In matters of flesh, she looked Irken. Her large eyes, too, were Irken, a bright, fiery orangey-yellow color. Most Vortian eyes were green or purple.
She had the same inverted knees and lithe figure of a Vortian but instead of ending in points, her ankles were attached to three-clawed-toes feet larger than her head and vastly disproportionate to the rest of her body.
All told, if standing, she would be only half a foot tall. Tiny.
They attempted to cloth her but she gave a high, piercing shriek, terrified of everything around her. She wasn't used to life on the outside yet, and the combination of Irken and Vortian genes mixed together into this one, tiny creature were unknown. The combination of DNA might have made her unstable.
She got unsteadily to her feet, wobbled a bit, stumbled on one leg and steadied heself with her enormous three-clawed feet. The head scientist in charge noted that at the ankles, her flesh turned more of a gray-green and her feet were a good, solid Vortian gray. She was tri-colored.
She looked up at them all, giants, compared to her, and cocked her head quizzically.
"What shall we call her?"
The head scientist looked up and thought for a moment. The experiment was a hybrid, a true feat of genetic and DNA engineering technology. No one had ever done it before. Yet here she stood, as real as any of them. She needed a unique name. Irken and Vortian.
"L-Aora-Kianna," he replied, thinking it up on the spot. Aora had been the name of an Irken girl he had chatted with before Vort was conquered. Kianna was a variation of the Vortian name Kiahn, which was typically male… but the child didn't know that. The L was merely to designate her as a Vortian –Irken hybrid… a Vortken, if you would.
The girl sniffed at the articles of clothing on he ground before her, a typical Vortian outfit of jumper that ended at her knees and a patch on the breast signifying that she was only newborn.
Suddenly, the ship was jolted onto its side and the baby went flying. She gave a frightened shriek and began to cry and was immediately set-upon by one of the very few female scientists. The males and females were different only in that the females had very small remnants of breasts. Vortians were once mammalian, but no more- evolution was still taking its course.
"What's happening?" Lard-Narr demanded.
Warning lights were flashing and an alarm was sounding.
"We're being attacked!!" replied the female who had grabbed the baby. L-Aora was wailing loudly by now.
As suddenly as it had started, it stopped.
Lard-Narr got to his feet and dusted himself off. He gently took the newborn experiment from the female scientist and made a decision. The child was still far too young and too small to be involved in this war.
He would take her to an uncivilized planet of gentle beings, for the most part and leave her there to be raised away from it all. When the time came… she would hail them down.
Immediately, he took a Vort cruiser down to the nearby planet's surface and decided on a cheery-looking field of tan-colored grasses. He left her in a small clearing of the stuff and attached an Irken PAK to her spinal cord. She gave another plaintive cry of pain as the wires inside it made a thick, loud CRUNCH followed by various slurping sounds, as the PAK took hold on the infant. She looked around in wonder at the strange machine and the weight of her head caused her to fall down. She giggled cutely and tried again with the same result.
Loathe though he was to leave the infant abandoned almost as soon as she had been deemed a success, Lard-Narr turned…
And flew back into space on his Vort ship, leaving L-Aora-Kianna behind on Earth.
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Meanwhile, while a strange baby was being left behind in a field many, many miles away, Mona and Red had quickly gotten a routine together for Dual, their infant smeet. He had all the motor functions, intelligence and coordinations of any newborn smeet… with one simple difference. He still acted like a smeet. And it was no different when it came to his older sister Maize.
When she wasn't looking, he'd tug and pull at her crooked antennae, eliciting screams of outrage from the slightly older girl and then a wild chase through Mona's house afterwards. She would have GIR split them up, at this point. He was much more obedient now that Red had replaced lost of his useless brain with proper SIR unit parts, although he still had lapses of GIR-like stupidity.
"Dual, leave your sister alone!!" Mona scolded.
Dual would have none of it. He knew he was different, sure. His eyes were mismatched and it was obvious to everyone on the planet whose smeet he was. He was the son of Almighty Tallest Red and the other laboratory, military-born smeets knew this. They made it tough on him. True, the smeets here were allowed to be trained and drilled on the planet's surface rather than underground as was customary on Irk, but what of it? They still gave him a hard time. They pulled his antennae, which were normal in every aspect except for an extra barbed kink just below the tips, and they made fun of his mother most of all. He and Maize were the only two smeets alive who knew their genetic parents.
They called him Leper and Hybrid and all sorts of other horrible things. Being one of the Elite Commanders, his mother Mona would have the smeets demoted if she ever found out, which was why he stayed silent.
For the most part.
It was still fun sometimes, though, to take out his frustration on his older sister Maize. Maize was no an Irken Invader, although still very young, too young on Irk. She had proven herself more than capable, however, in the war for control of Earth nearly seven months ago now and the control brains had promoted her.
Tallest Red, meanwhile, was usually on board the Massive or patrolling the planet's surface.
The dead from the war had all been buried under the ground, as was the human's custom with heir dead, but Chi's body had been flung unceremoniously into Lake Michigan, bound with chains and weighted with a cinderblock. No one cared to give her a memorial.
He had made the cabin out by the lake his personal getaway place, when he wanted to be alone and think. The past battle there marred it not a bit.
Dual was doing fine. He was a little mischevious and obnoxious even for a smeet, and he supposed that was how human boys acted at the age of around five years. From all he'd seen of the slave drones here, giving tours of places like the Great Lakes and the Grand Canyon , their children acted just the same.
Still, it was odd. He was the first Tallest in known Irken history to have fathered not one smeet but two, no matter the differences in which they'd been born. Tallest DNA, although stored in the databases, was not allowed to be circulated in the cloning facilities.
Purple's hand had healed nicely, although he only had one finger now. He was allowed not to wear a communications bracelet on that one arm because of his injury, and a long, ugly scar traced the wound and reminded them all of what had done it.
It had not diminished his voracity for nachos, donuts and any other snack food he could get his claws on.
At the moment, Red was on a break. He sat on the roof of Mona's home and watched the sun go down. It never grew old for him. First the blue turned to a dusky velvet purple color, and once the sun went away beyond the horizon, a great flood of pinks, reds, oranges and yellows bloomed and bled across the sky. Nothing could compete.
MEANWHILE….
L-Aora-Kianna had no inkling of who, what or where she was. It had long since gotten dark, but she wasn't afraid. She could see reasonably well with her eyes and calmly toddled around the open field, a strange, thick metal bracelet jangling around one ankle.
By morning, she would be found, marveled over, pinched and prodded and finally taken in.
She had no idea of the destiny that had been chosen for her before she was even born. Had no idea that as soon as she was old enough to build her own spaceship, she would meet the rulers of the Irken Empire. She had no idea that she was special or even from outer space. Right now, she was just content to be.
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