Author's Note: This is my first MLAATR fan story. This post is gonna be
shorter than Napoleon but it's just a prologue. I promise the rest of the
chapters will be about a thousand-something-words long.
Disclaimer: I don't own My Life as a Teenage Robot
Story Title: Corrupted Programming
Prologue
Somewhere in deep space
A small, squarish ship sat motionless and waited. To outside eyes it seemed to be dead in space. Its diminutive size and unimpressive form made it seem weak and dinky, a proverbial sitting-duck, if you will.
But that impression only went as far as the outer hull. For this small, unimposing craft was in reality the command ship of a Grand Marshal of the Cluster. Within the deceptively unimpressive craft lay weapons and shielding arrays that gave the ship far more firepower and shielding than any ship of its size-class. Truly fitting of the sentient mechanical commander that sat quietly on a command chair within the ship itself.
"Grand Marshal Yomex," an eight-foot tall, skinny, and purple painted robot greeted. "Our forces are assembled and await your command."
"Excellent." Replied the robot on the command chair. "Have them in stand- by and tell them to await further orders from me."
The purple robot frowned. "We are not moving them to the Cluster?"
The figure on the chair looked dowm on the purple robot. The purple robot cringed. Though Grand Marshal Yomex was far too short and unimposing for a Cluster commander, much like his ship, he had fighting ability, weaponry, and tactical knowledge far beyond what his 5-foot frame suggested.
"I'm afraid we are not yet fully ready, High Commander Viruz." The robotic Grand Marshal answered in a calm, plainitive tone.
"B-but, Sir," blurted the High Commander. "We control over sixty percent of the Clusters forces, more than strong enough to take Cluster Prime. I say we do so now, before Queen Vexus learns of our rebellion."
The Grand Marshal shook his head. "Though we control most of the Cluster's forces, Queen Vexus herself still has the loyalty of a large portion of the Cluster war machine. Not only that, most of the Cluster's population is programmed to receive a queen as a sovereign, not a masculine warlord such as myself."
"But..." began High Commander Viruz.
"Let me finish." Grand Marshal Yomex said, raising a metal hand. Viruz fell silent.
The Grand Marshal continued. "Before we can successfully subjugate the Cluster we shall need a queen ourselves, one under our control of course. A feminine robot our fellow machines can stand behind. Preferably a robot that has proven herself to be stronger and more efficient than Queen Vexus herself."
"But," Viruz frowned. "Does such a robot exist?"
Yomex smiled. "Two letters and a number, High Commander. XJ-9"
Author's Note: Well, that's it. Please review and tell me what you think. I promise the next installment will have more than a thousand words.
Disclaimer: I don't own My Life as a Teenage Robot
Story Title: Corrupted Programming
Prologue
Somewhere in deep space
A small, squarish ship sat motionless and waited. To outside eyes it seemed to be dead in space. Its diminutive size and unimpressive form made it seem weak and dinky, a proverbial sitting-duck, if you will.
But that impression only went as far as the outer hull. For this small, unimposing craft was in reality the command ship of a Grand Marshal of the Cluster. Within the deceptively unimpressive craft lay weapons and shielding arrays that gave the ship far more firepower and shielding than any ship of its size-class. Truly fitting of the sentient mechanical commander that sat quietly on a command chair within the ship itself.
"Grand Marshal Yomex," an eight-foot tall, skinny, and purple painted robot greeted. "Our forces are assembled and await your command."
"Excellent." Replied the robot on the command chair. "Have them in stand- by and tell them to await further orders from me."
The purple robot frowned. "We are not moving them to the Cluster?"
The figure on the chair looked dowm on the purple robot. The purple robot cringed. Though Grand Marshal Yomex was far too short and unimposing for a Cluster commander, much like his ship, he had fighting ability, weaponry, and tactical knowledge far beyond what his 5-foot frame suggested.
"I'm afraid we are not yet fully ready, High Commander Viruz." The robotic Grand Marshal answered in a calm, plainitive tone.
"B-but, Sir," blurted the High Commander. "We control over sixty percent of the Clusters forces, more than strong enough to take Cluster Prime. I say we do so now, before Queen Vexus learns of our rebellion."
The Grand Marshal shook his head. "Though we control most of the Cluster's forces, Queen Vexus herself still has the loyalty of a large portion of the Cluster war machine. Not only that, most of the Cluster's population is programmed to receive a queen as a sovereign, not a masculine warlord such as myself."
"But..." began High Commander Viruz.
"Let me finish." Grand Marshal Yomex said, raising a metal hand. Viruz fell silent.
The Grand Marshal continued. "Before we can successfully subjugate the Cluster we shall need a queen ourselves, one under our control of course. A feminine robot our fellow machines can stand behind. Preferably a robot that has proven herself to be stronger and more efficient than Queen Vexus herself."
"But," Viruz frowned. "Does such a robot exist?"
Yomex smiled. "Two letters and a number, High Commander. XJ-9"
Author's Note: Well, that's it. Please review and tell me what you think. I promise the next installment will have more than a thousand words.