One day, I was thinking up my very own IZ character when this sudden plot assaulted me like a bat to the head. I'm kinda making it up as I go so no flames please. Also if you want to suggest an idea, go ahead and review. hinthint
Note: There will be some religious references in later chapters. Don't like? Then don't read.
Disclaimer: Nem and Poltergeist are solely my characters and no one elses. The others belong to the wonderful, talented-andhereallyshould'vegoneonwiththeIZseries-man: J.V.
Place: A random, one story office on Irk. Time: 12-13-07 5:14 Earth Time
The room was small and so cramped that you had to be an ant just to navigate to the door. It was cluttered because both the mountains and sea of papers were abundant and bulky. There was only one window which was almost always closed and hidden by cheap, ugly blinds. And there was a single desk that was so cluttered that it was threatening to collapse on itself due to the sheer weight of papers stacked on it. Opposite the desk was a slightly opened closet door and the only wall space that was visible.
In other words: It was a room you'd want to neither work nor live in.
Unfortunately, it was that kind of living condition that Nem was forced to contend with.
Nem's appearance didn't help of course. He was taller than most Irkens, which was actually a hindrance since his ceiling was so low. Also, the way he dressed made his landlord suspicious of him, thus he was given the worst office in the whole building. What he wore was a battered, old P.I. hat (he got it cheap at a Moodwill), a jester-like, silvery shoulder collar, a green shirt with the Irken logo on the front, jet black boots, and equally black gloves. Needless to say, people thought he was either crazy or color blind.
Of course, it could've also been because he had a new injury every time he came back from a job. During the years since he had gotten into the mercenary work, he had nearly had his lungs melted, had his arms half-way severed, burnt his antenna, and had gone temporarily blind. And that was not including all the operations he had to remove various projectiles. Today, all he had was a broken arm.
He absent mildly stared at the sling wrapped around his shoulder; as if he had the psychic ability to make it disappear. When that failed, he turned to look at the other living creature in his room/ office that was currently going through his file cabinet. It resembled a bloated hand and was navy blue. Its eyes were small, yellow, and unblinking. Two, thin and long claw-like fingers fingered through the various files. Sensing it was being watched, the hand thingy turned to look at him.
Nem looked away and sank into his chair. Boredom might have been…well…boring, but it beat being shot at.
Suddenly, the mountain of papers on his desk submerged him as they were shaken off. They had shaken off because the desk was shaking. And the desk was only shaking because the floor was shaking. And the floor was only shaking because of a sudden and very violent earthquake.
To those of you who saw this coming: Shut up.
When the shaking finally stopped, Nem fought to the surface and ran to the window. Tearing off the blinds, he revealed a sight straight from an alien movie. One-man piloted ships swarmed in and blasted various skyscrapers to kingdom come. Irkens ran screaming in the streets; some even ran towards the ships. One of the ships flew by close to Nem's window for him to see the gray skinned alien within it.
"The Resisty! Poltergeist! Get in here!" The closet door slammed open (more or less. It got blocked by some papers), and a navy blue, snake like creature came out. It had a mane of tiny spikes along the back of his neck and a pointed snout. It also had the same small, yellow eyes as the hand thingy. Speaking of which, one of those hand things was floating beside him and the one from earlier flew towards him as well.
He flew towards Nem and he and his hands looked outside. He looked at Nem with concern. "I know," Nem agreed. "We'd better get to Shelters."
The Shelters were actually the basement of the Tallests. They were originally built to contain the population of the capital city of Irk in case of an emergency. Of course, knowing the Tallests Red and Purple, it was probably being used as a storage for snacks.
Nem tried not to think of that very likely possibility.
The two ran for the door. Suddenly, Poltergeist paused for a moment by the file cabinet. "What are you doing you idiot?" Nem hissed as he kicked some papers away. The snake didn't listen. Instead, one of his hands opened the bottom file cabinet.
Three more navy blue creatures flew out of the file. One was in the shape of one of those human flippers. The other two each resembled a scythe shaped wing with a string trailing behind it. They flew down to Poltergeist and orbited around him while one of his hands reached into the filing cabinet and brought out a white book decorated in a faded, floral print.
"Real nice, Poltergeist. Now hurry up!" Giving up on prying the door free from the papers blocking it, two metallic arms tinted with claws shot out and ripped it open. Nem smirked at the destructive pleasure in it all and the two ran out.
They didn't linger any longer. Sprinting at full speed, they ran as fast as they could for the exit. Nam slammed through the doors and rushed out the street, and not a moment too soon. At that moment, a ship's rocket shot into the building and obliterated it and everyone inside.
Yet one more perk to having a room on the first floor.
Nem could feel his years of experience instinctively take over. The twosome (not including the thingies although they came too) ducked into an alley. Both knew that the Tallests' Shelters were in the middle of the city. They still had a few yards to go. A few yards full of Irken hating Resisty with missile and laser equipped ships.
Nem smirked and snapped his fingers. "Were hitching a ride," he said with an evil gleem in his red eyes. A menacingly pleased expression formed on Poltergeist's normally placid face and he nodded knowingly. Wordlessly, the two wing thingies hovered beside the reptile and the tips of their strings melded into the skin beside his shoulder blades. Flapping them experimentally, one of Poltergeist's hands gave Nem a 'thumbs up.'
Metallic claws shot out of Nem's pack and lifted the Irken into the air. He carefully climbed up the side of the building while Poltergeist flew up beside him. On the roof, Nem lifted up one of the legs and made it to shine in the sun.
A Resisty ship noticed the glint from the arm and steered towards it. The pilot inside pulled a trigger and fired a rapid series of quick lasers bursts at the oddly dressed Irken. With a well timed jump, Nem jumped into the sky, and not only succeeded in dodging the lasers but also landed on top of the ship.
Nem's front claws pierced the roof of the ship and peeled it back like a can of sardines. The Vortican inside looked up at him with surprise before Nem tossed him out with a flick of his claw. Poltergeist glided inside only a few short moments after Nem strapped himself in and took the controls.
Nem floored it. It would only take the other ships a few minutes before they would realize that one of their own was sporting a sun roof. And when they did, they wouldn't hesitate to fire. The thought made Nem slam down harder on the gas pedal.
"Let's hope that they shot down the Airway Control first," he joked darkly. Poltergeist just wrapped his tail around the head seat and clung on desperately.
I wanted this chapter to go on longer, but…it's late and I'm sleepy. Please review and let me know how it goes.