To Treachery and Back: A Blue Prawn's Dead Memory

by Kristopher Stoltz

A recollection of a Blue poleepkwa's memory before, during, and after his death in the last scene of District 9, then coming back to life more than a month later. RPed for more than a year in the MNUSLRP and first to use the name "Poleepkwa."

2. Chapter 2

If there is one sin I hate now when I look back at my life it was being one of their puppets, and even though my life had no honor in it's depths of work and redundancy I still didn't question. Since I am part of a hive minded race it is natural for me to accept the fact that I am a drone, a drone working for MNU. It was when I first learned, however, from one of my acquaintances that I was going to be a parent. At that very moment is when I started paying attention to myself. I wasn't joyful of it, namely because that was practically a crime in my position.

It was only a matter of time before my egg would be planted, and there were no abortion methods for asexual aliens. I had no escape for this. I did not want to be a parent, it was degrading to have a male name and be of both sexes. I even preferred female prostitutes to males, just didn't feel right to be the latter. Earth life turned the foreign race of Poleepkwas into these consciousnesses. Prawn may be what you call us, but now I see we can become much more than that. We're called poleepkwas by the respecters and by the understanding, but back then I didn't think I could ever really speak in that manner nor did I believe to be one at the time. This was not because I had little will or didn't like my alien brothers, but because of my birth on earth. I was often lost in this confusion between male and female, but again I never bothered since it would only complicate my somewhat comfortable life to try to think as an asexual. Male was my choice, and it probably turned out to be the wrong one.

I became nervous in my job, and true as it was expected the pregnant process or whatever kind of shit it was called only became worse as time progressed in it's deceptive method. Time never kept constant, only accelerated. I noticed this dearly on the very first day I abandoned my MNU lords, the day we were delivering an exo-suit to an MNU facility.

It is so degrading to be a drone, and even worse to be a drone for the very darkness that consumes my race. I wasn't a poleepkwa I was a Prawn. Can't be derogatory if what you say of the said are true. I do believe though, that life made that change. Not my life, but the life inside me. Yet, that was a curse, because of another curse. I don't know what's putrid: A Male giving birth or a drone for MNU. Yet, that very day when I was in the delivery of an exo-suit was the day that I might have became one of them.

The usual vehicles that were used during a convoy of such importance, as this one was, proved that anything could fall apart if it is taken by surprise. It consisted of a transport truck and 2 armored MNU vehicles, one in the front and the other in the back. I was inside the transport vehicle on the far end near the doors. They would never allow me to use the exo-suits we brought in, but directing them remotely was standard, if not mandatory. Since they have minimal movement on their own, these demonic weapons where stored in specialized locked storage containers. They could only harness such power for so long, and the security system wasn't too bright either because I knew some of the codes for it. So far they trusted me as they would trust a machine because I always acted like one. When you were as loyal as I was, you got bittersweet privileges. Can't remember where I heard it, but the phrase "Get them young, and anything's possible" was proved in this memory of mine.

During the trip out of the District 9 border I started feeling more and more nervous and unsettled all of a sudden. My state of mind was apparent to the guards. The camera feed inside the convoy was continuous, and even remote security could see my head moving in random directions. One of the guards in front of me noticed my body language and asked, "Is there something wrong, Prawn?" to which I answered in a quick yet respectful manner, "No, not at all." He didn't care, so he gave no other thoughts to it. A few minutes later, things got out of hand. It was the first time I'd ever used the cold power of a human gun.

No matter how hard MNU can try, moving demons can be no routine task. How the fuck was I supposed to stay calm when you're pregnant and near hells opening? What was going to happen was bound to happen; it was not inevitable.