Warning: Yes... I wrote another... I'm trying my best to finish this and the gift fic. The gift fic is over halfway done, so expect that soon too. I guess you could say I'm on a writing spree. After I finish this prequel, I'll definitely have some more chapters for my other fics. I just want to get the background done so that people can see my subtle hints. ^^;;; I'm a crazy person, I know.
Chapter Four: Enter The Mutilator
Fab walked through the halls, her armor clanking as her twin hand-held knives bumped their flat ends against her hips. The knives were long and jagged, bladed on either side of the handles where Fab could curl her fingers. The blades twisted upward towards the handle, then curved down in an arch before cutting back once more to create two razor sharp edges in a beautiful displays of death.
Fab's expression was solemn, her antenni arched back as the gold band swished with every movement. Irkens scrambled about her, many carrying reports as they set about their assignments. Fab paid them little mind, however, as she made her way to the meeting room. She stopped in front of the door and lifted a claw to knock, then paused.
"How dare you...,"
Fab blinked and peered in to the room to see Orange practically seething.
"How dare you," Orange repeated as he glared, angrily, at the screen in front of him. "You have a lot of guts to offer THAT!"
Fab blinked again, then glanced at the screen. An important looking Planet Jacker smirked at Orange. His skin was drooping and wrinkled while sickly greenish blue in color. His muscles were thin and numerous cybernetics replaced various parts of his body, such as his right arm. He had a harsh glare, his yellow-green eyes twinkling with arrogance, as his jaw jutted out.
Standing behind the arrogant Planet Jacker was a thin creature, lean to a point. He looked like he was made out of liquid, totally blue save for a few splashes of red that looked almost like splotches of blood and claw slashes. He appeared to have four arms, two on either side, and a long serpent-like tail. His face was lean, like a fox's, and spikes covered his head like long hair. His gold eyes seemed to laugh, finding the entire situation funny.
Fab's jaw clenched in to a snarl as her claws curled up.
"Blood... Slasher...," she hissed. Orange seemed to share her sentiments as he growled.
"You have a lot of nerve...," Orange spat. "... To offer this garbage!"
"All Da Boss is asking is the Irkens conquer planets... for Planet Jackers to burn!" the Planet Jacker shrugged, smirking. "Den we not squash puny green men!"
"If anyone does the squashing, blackhole butt, it'll be us," Orange sneered. "You underestimate us,"
"Naw, Da Boss don't underestimate green boys," Da Boss replied, grinning. "I just trust Blood Slashers,"
The creature nodded in greeting, smirking.
"Trusting a Blood Slasher?" Fab spat as she slinked in to the room. "You're an idiot,"
Orange glanced at Fab and nodded in greeting, then returned to glaring at the screen. Da Boss scowled and crossed his arms.
"What you know?" he growled.
"I know that the only thing you can trust a Blood Slasher to do is kill... and they don't make distinctions between enemies and allies!" Fab glared at the Blood Slasher. "I believe one of your battle sayings is 'Allies bleed just as well as enemies', is it not?"
The Blood Slasher regarded Fab, idly, and then shrugged.
"A fight is a fight," he replied. A wicked grin crossed his face, fill of sharp teeth. "I look forward to fighting you, though. You might put up quite a struggle before you die,"
Fab bristled visibly as Orange growled deep in his throat.
"Naw, naw..," Da Boss waved his hands, glancing at the Blood Slasher nervously. "You sound like you don't think they'll accept the treaty, Switchblade,"
"I hope not," Switchblade grinned. "They seem smart enough to know the value of a treaty...,"
"... YOU accepted ours," Da Boss said, suddenly very testy.
"Did I?" Switchblade purred. Da Boss looked highly alarmed, but quickly cleared his throat and grinned at Orange.
"Anyway... Da Boss give you a planet cycle to decide," he grinned. "Den Da Boss calls back and get answer,"
"My answer will be the same then as it is now," Orange growled.
"We see in one planet cycle," Da Boss sneered, before the monitor went dark. Orange shook, visibly, with rage as he leaned back in to his chair.
"Arrogant...," Orange muttered.
"He'll learn a painful lesson," Fab shook her head. Orange glanced at her, questioningly. "Mark my words... sooner or later, you're going to find him at your mercy as he begs you to save him,"
"Save him...?" Orange blinked.
"You don't make a deal with a Blood Slasher and expect to live. Atleast, not for very long,"
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Rio hummed, merrily, as he helped move large amounts of weapons through the Special Forces' warehouse. He was oblivious to the confused stares of the elite Irkens about him, whom were twice his size. He quickly placed the large containment unit filled with lasers, rockets, and bladed weapons on the floor near a transport vootrunner before turning about to get another.
"... Who IS that Irken?" one of the Irkens hissed, eyes narrowed. He crossed his arms and scowled, his purple Special Forces uniform hinting at his Intellixar origins. "He's too short to be here,"
"Don't let Captain Fab hear you," another Irken chuckled, then adjusted his bright red uniform to ease the wrinkles. "He's young... hasn't seen too many cycles... and utterly adores her,"
"Oh," the first Irken blinked, then sweatdropped as Rio suddenly tripped and went tumbling. "... But he's so tiny,"
"He'll get taller," the second Irken replied. "His growth gene is active... you know, the one that most short Irkens have dormant? He'll be rather tall, indeed!"
"I hope so," the first Irken scowled with disgust as Rio went tumbling again, squealing. "... Though I dare say I wouldn't want to live to see him get in to the Special Forces if he doesn't get some grace,"
"Don't say that," the second snickered. "He could always trip our enemies to death,"
"Trip ON them, you mean!" the first scoffed.
"Whatever works,"
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"Where is their pride!?" Orange sputtered as he slammed his claws down on his desk. With a heated growl, he grabbed the stack of digital pads before him and flung them across the room. "Apply for a treaty, my squeedily spooch!" he spat. "I will not agree to becoming Planet Jacker slaves! I don't care if they are allied with the Blood Slashers!"
Orange sighed and buried his face in his claws, breathing heavily.
"Am I surrounded by cowards?" he muttered. "Surely the DOMINAX FACTION wouldn't agree to such a thing...?"
"Currently, the Intellixar outnumber the Dominax on the Council. I don't know how long that will last but, until the number moves more to your favor, you're going to have to deal with opposition,"
Orange jumped, his antenni perking forward, as he felt a pair of claws appear on his shoulders, then slowly begin to massage them. However, his antenni eventually relaxed as he leaned back. He glanced up at Fab, lazily, as she grinned down at him.
"I'm not supposed to take political sides, you know," he grunted. "Dominax or Intellixar shouldn't matter to me,"
"Hah," Fab grinned. "You're Dominax. Everyone in your family is Dominax. Even that nephew of yours is going to be Dominax,"
"My nephew?" Orange blinked.
"I saw him at the training academy. He was plowing through everyone... and enjoying it! Just like you," Fab smirked. "He's going to be tall... very tall,"
"Everyone in my family has been tall," Orange puffed up with pride.
"He definitely looks up to you," Fab noted.
"Of course, I'm the Ta-,"
"Finish that statement and I'll strangle you,"
"Heh,"
"ANYWAY," Fab regarded Orange as she continued to massage his shoulders. "There are some promising Irkens at the academy. They might make the Special Forces... or atleast high quality Invaders,"
"Good," Orange grinned. He blinked and noticed a grimace that seemed to cross Fab's face. "... Okay, what happened at the academy?"
"N-Nothing!" Fab stared.
"...," Orange looked at Fab, levelly. "What happened,"
"... Okay, so maybe something happened," Fab sighed. "But... it's not a big deal,"
"I'm listening,"
Fab winced, then massaged her forehead.
"I was just checking out the newly born Irkens... just to see them, allright?" she growled.
"And?"
"... Well... I was leaving through the Special Forces corridor to check up on the warehouse shipments... when I heard a sound. Footsteps. No one was supposed to be there, so I was suspicious,"
"Blood Slashers!?" Orange almost sat up in alarm, but Fab kept him sitting.
"That's what I thought," Fab agreed. "Spies or something... so I continued walking a few steps, drawing my Genocide Cutters," Fab glanced at her twin blades. "The footsteps kept coming, distinctively following me, so I turned the corner and waited...,"
Fab shook her head.
"After a few moments... a shadow appeared. I waited until my stalker was right at the corner, then pounced with my Genocide Cutters...,"
"... And it wasn't a Blood Slasher?" Orange's cheek quirked up in a grin.
"NO!" Fab whined, covering her face with her claws. "It was a newly born! Zim, I think his name was. He saw me with my Genocide Cutters out and started screaming...,"
Orange burst out laughing.
"IT'S NOT FUNNY!" Fab roared. "He kept screaming and screaming! I was worried I had actually stabbed him! He was still screaming, even when the attendants came to get him!"
"Oh... by... Irk...," Orange wheezed through guffaws. "You... traumatized... a newly... born?"
"I didn't mean to!" Fab cried. "I didn't know he snuck out after me! I tried to tell him who I was... and that he was okay... but he just kept screaming!"
"Really?" Orange snickered.
"In fact," Fab looked truly distressed. "He got MORE hysterical when I told him my name was Fab! He kept screeching that I was going to gut him! He called me...,"
"... Called you...?" Orange blinked. Fab fixed Orange with a pitiful, sad gaze.
"... Fab the Mutilator!" she whimpered. "I LIKE newly borns! I want one of my own, one day! I don't want them FEARING me!"
"Huh! The attendants must have told them about your gruesome war stories," Orange muttered.
"WHAT!?" Fab cried.
"I bet you'll become some sort of under-the-bed monster after this," Orange grinned. "You know, be a good Invader or FAB THE MUTILATOR will bite your fingers!"
Fab looked about ready to deck Orange as she growled. Orange blinked, then grinned nervously and patted her shoulder.
"Well... um... don't worry," Orange blinked. "I'm sure he wasn't TOO traumatized,"
"I hope so," Fab sniffled.
"But just imagine! If he acts up, we'll just tell him that Fab the Mutilator will come after him!" Orange grinned.
Fab decked him that time.