Disclaimer: I own the four Irken scientistz whose namez shall be identified
in the story. I don own no one else. And for once, ZIP izn't in this story.
Well, actually, she might be. I haven't decided yet. And now…our feature
presentation…(Lightz dim)
The four Irkens leaned over the table and stared at the bundle. The small child
inside squalled loudly. One Irken poked it gently and the one on the far left slapped him.
"Don't touch it Ryowa!" he exclaimed. "It might be poisonous!"
Riowa snorted indignantly. "Thiarou would have told us if it was poisonous. It IS
hers!" Thiarou picked up the bundle and cradled it.
"He can't stay here," she said. "Look at him! We're strange to him. He needs to
be returned."
"But mistress Thiarou!"
"This is no time for argument Ria! We can't keep him here." A young Irken
popped up and looked at the child. They were roughly the same age.
"What is it?" she asked in a high voice. Thiarou smiled.
"He is my son." The young Irken's eyes grew wide.
"Really?" she asked. Toro tapped Thiarou and the shoulder and the Irken mother
turned around.
"Adressing more important issues, what is to come of the child?" Thiarou's eyes
turned glassy with tears.
"He shall live with his father. It is for the best." She turned to the sleeping child.
"Never forget me."
"Won't they notice he's……………different?" Ryowa asked her, stroking the
child's antenna showing through his whispy black hair. Thiarou smiled and pulled out a
syringe of blue liquid. She stuck him with the needle and his antenna dissapeared. His
hazel eyes shrank as well. She began to cry.
"It's for the best," Ria reassured her.
"I know," Thiarou sighed. "It's just………a child shouldn't have to grow up
living a lie. No matter what you look like on the outside, you will always be Irken at
heart." She said to her child. She set him on a teleporter and he dissapeared in a puff of
smoke. "Goodbye…………my son."
The four Irkens leaned over the table and stared at the bundle. The small child
inside squalled loudly. One Irken poked it gently and the one on the far left slapped him.
"Don't touch it Ryowa!" he exclaimed. "It might be poisonous!"
Riowa snorted indignantly. "Thiarou would have told us if it was poisonous. It IS
hers!" Thiarou picked up the bundle and cradled it.
"He can't stay here," she said. "Look at him! We're strange to him. He needs to
be returned."
"But mistress Thiarou!"
"This is no time for argument Ria! We can't keep him here." A young Irken
popped up and looked at the child. They were roughly the same age.
"What is it?" she asked in a high voice. Thiarou smiled.
"He is my son." The young Irken's eyes grew wide.
"Really?" she asked. Toro tapped Thiarou and the shoulder and the Irken mother
turned around.
"Adressing more important issues, what is to come of the child?" Thiarou's eyes
turned glassy with tears.
"He shall live with his father. It is for the best." She turned to the sleeping child.
"Never forget me."
"Won't they notice he's……………different?" Ryowa asked her, stroking the
child's antenna showing through his whispy black hair. Thiarou smiled and pulled out a
syringe of blue liquid. She stuck him with the needle and his antenna dissapeared. His
hazel eyes shrank as well. She began to cry.
"It's for the best," Ria reassured her.
"I know," Thiarou sighed. "It's just………a child shouldn't have to grow up
living a lie. No matter what you look like on the outside, you will always be Irken at
heart." She said to her child. She set him on a teleporter and he dissapeared in a puff of
smoke. "Goodbye…………my son."