I shouldn't this, but I was inspired. The only thing I own here is... Nae. All other OCs you see are owned by Mech-Maker on dA. This chapter was inspired by PAK Virus Origins and PAK Virus. GO SEE THEM!
Dr. Ikban of the Resisty was, to put it simply, insane. He hated Irkens. Hated them with a passion. His distaste bordered on some weird obsession. The Vortian hated them so much, even at an individual level, that all his will, thought, and energy is focused on how best to make them suffer before their untimely death.
He stood, walking over to a captured Irken. "What's your name?"
The imprisoned being watched Ikban, his gray eyes holding untainted disgust. "Glare."
Ikban grinned, not that you could see it under his mask. "Well, Glare, you are going to cause the downfall of the Irken Empire. The tables are finally turning."
"Rilee!"
The red-eyed Irken turned. "Mal, you're supposed to be recharging. You know that."
"Rilee, come see this!"
Smeet and attendant both peeked into the office, watching a blurb on a virus affecting PAKs and how 'you should stay off the streets until further notice.'
Worried red eyes locked onto concerned violet ones. "Nae, what if a smeet gets this?" Rilee asked, hugging Mal close.
"I don't know, Ri. I don't know."