Humanity's Rejects
A/N: Whooo! Another story up! This one is a collab fic featuring the lovely mind of Writerdragon *cheers* and myself xD. We each own our respective OCs and all that. Please enjoy!
Disclaimer: Writerdragon and I do not own Monsters vs. Aliens.
Prologue
Far out in the galaxy, a planet is nestled among the stars, accompanied by two moons. The planet, locally known as Alberton, is a beauty, especially compared to the occasional asteroid that floated by. With flourishing land highlighted by light blue grass, trees right out of Dr. Seuss, and waters more purple than any amethyst, it would be hard to convince any organism that this wouldn't be an ideal place to live.
However, appearances can be deceiving.
Something is enveloping this cosmic paradise, an ominous sign for the future. And unfortunately, the furred natives of Alberton have been mercilessly struck by this harbinger of doom. Upon taking a closer look, one can see a particular product of such a thing in a building in the midst of the light blue flora.
In a hospital room, a tall, red-furred woman with white under markings looked down at the motionless figure from the chair she was currently occupying. Her long, slender body was clothed in a light orange outfit which consisted of a vest, a shirt, and a dress that flared out; she also wore a large blue bow around her neck. Brown horns curved like a ram's behind large, feathered ears; the latter drooped in response to her current mood. Long gray hair trailed down the woman's llama-like neck, out of the way of her long, thin face. Her tiny hands rested in her lap, and her long tail lay limp on the floor.
The figure before her looked similar in appearance, but the fur was purple with light-purple under markings, the horns were long and erect, the hair was dark-purple and spiked, and six horizontal scars adorned the body; three on the neck, and three on the bridge of the nose. Said figure was male, and garbed in a white polo and blue jeans. A frown was on his lips. And let's not forget the black blotches and red spots scattered across his body, which weren't always there.
Why do these creatures look so alike? They're mother and son.
The mother knew she had somewhere to be, but wanted to spend a few more moments with her son. She sighed, got up from the chair, and walked closer to her son on tiny feet. She closed his eyes with her hand.
"Find peace, Garascar…" she murmured.
The furred woman walked into an office and was greeted by a similar, male alien. They merely nodded to each other before the latter began to speak.
"Xenphea, as you know Alberton has suffered greatly under the wrath of this disease. If we don't do something soon, our entire race will cease to exist. We ask a precious favor of you: go to space and find a cure for this dilemma. I trust that you will find something, considering your skills as head of the Searcher's Department," the officer explained in a gruff voice.
Xenphea nodded again.
"I accept."
"Good, we'll take care of things here. There's a pod waiting for you in the back."
Xenphea headed towards the door, when she paused at the sound of the officer's voice.
"And ma'am? I'm sorry about your loss."
The furred woman didn't turn around, and remained silent for a few moments. When she did speak, her voice was calm.
"I'm not the only one who's suffered."
And with that, she exited the building.
Meanwhile, on one of the two moons orbiting Alberton, a tall figure casually stepped down from a flight of stairs that led to a large spaceship. Straight dark-red hair reached swaying hips and complimented tanned skin. Rich black pupiless eyes gazed down at the planet Alberton, accompanied by a disgusted frown.
"Such sinful creatures…it's amazing how such a beautiful planet is filled with despicable cretins."
Her voice was smooth as silk and colored with malice.
"Their time for repentance is near."
The unknown woman brandished an oval device from a pocket at her waist, and lightly presses a sequence of buttons. On top of the spacecraft, a panel opens and an electrical gate rises from the depths of machinery. The woman turned a knob, and the gate began to glow blue-white. After a few moments, the woman lifted the device to her mouth and uttered one word.
"Fire."
The gate shot out a misshapen sphere of electricity. As the sphere neared Alberton, it gathered more energy from the planet's own electric field, and enveloped said planet. It squeezed down on the planet with unimaginable pressure, and Alberton began to break apart and disintegrate. The waves of pressure were washing up on the moons, including the one where our unidentified female was standing. Even as she made her way back to the ship with the moon rumbling and threatening to swallow her, a smile was on her face as tears flowed from her eyes, reflecting the destruction before her. She truly looked horrifying.
"For The Mother!"
She quickly went inside, and flew a safe distance away from the crumbling moon. The woman sat at the console, wiping away the last of the tears and calming down from the exhilaration.
"I must remain focused. I'll be able to rejoice for The Mother soon enough."
She pulled up a map, and crossed out Alberton. A feeling of déjà vu overtook her, and she scanned through the list of planets. She found what she was looking for.
"Ahh, the planet Earth in the Omega Quadrant. Similar to dear Alberton; just as unholy."
A broad smirk graced her features, and she manually activated warp drive. Five minutes later, the ship had reached unsuspecting Earth. The woman landed her spacecraft in a wide expanse of desert. A flight of stairs led her safely to the ground. She was now carrying a green-tinted glass container, had a long dagger sheathed at her side, and a laser gun that resembled a mini rocket launcher strapped to her back. She glanced at the container, her smirk never leaving, and then took off toward the cities in the distance.
Xenphea was deeply alarmed, and her facial expression reflected such. Her sleek ship was currently behind a group of asteroids. She had seen the entire thing, and had hidden when the long-haired woman destroyed Alberton; now there was nothing left of her planet but rocks and gases. She closed her eyes and bowed her head in honor of the planet and those who were lost.
After a few moments, she re-focused on navigation. Unfortunately, the shock waves damaged the unit that initiates warp drive, but Xenphea's ship still had speed. She had been close enough to the other woman's ship to hear a computer confirm a course to Earth. Xenphea flew off in the same direction the mystery woman had gone, hoping to warn the Earthlings of the impending danger.
Alas, by the time Xenphea reached Earth, things had already been set into motion.