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They gave her her own personal quarters until they were done with the repairs on the ship, since she had expresed a curiosity towards the lot of them and The Massive. It really was a wonderful thing, a work of art and engineering. She had never seen anything like it before.
Her "room" was about the size you'd expect on a ship this size; large enough for her to take ten steps to the wall and twelve towards the opposite wall. There was no bed, but there was plenty of floor space. There were strange tanks in all four corners of the room that bubbled ominously, probably either for decoration or something to light the room up while dark. The liquid inside was blue.
The entire interor was done in shades of steel-gray and dark red, the same as the outside of the ship, while the pipes on the ceiling were covered in a dark purple material.
She sighed and sat herself down in the only seat in the room, a comfortable purple one. In front of her was a blank wall and a computer console that didn't seem to be turned on.
There was a knock at the door and she said, "it's okay."
To her surprise, it was one of the Irken leaders who came in, the one in red. She wondered if Red was really his name or if it was just a nickname in reference to his eyes and clothing.
He hovered in and, after waving his hand vaguely over thin air, another chair appeared up out of the floor. He took a seat. She blinked.
"Hey. Cool."
"I know, isn't it? Eheh," he replied.
"So? How did I do with the repairs in the lab?" she asked, thinking this was why he had decided to pay her a visit, alone.
"Uhh... seems to be okay. I came in here to ask you something, actually," he admitted.
She stared at him questioningly.
"Um... have you ever been to any of those places we saw back there?" he asked. He didn't look patronizing; in fact, if she didn't know any better, he looked simply curious and a little... edgy, for some reason. His eyes really WERE a deep red color... she found herself staring at them and thinking of blood.
She realized his question and shook her gaze away.
Red was watching her, as well, waiting for her to answer his question. He found himself wondering why her eyes were so blue... maybe it had something to do with pigment? Whatever the reason, if there was a reason, they were... hypnotizing... it was hard to look away. He mde himself by thinking of donuts... mmm... donuts...
She bit her lower lip, something he noticed she did frequently, and spoke.
"I've been to a few places, but not everywhere. I've never been to Ireland or South America. I used to live in Alaska. I never went to Scotland or Norway, either... I never had the money or the vehicle." Her face was looking sort of pink- tinged. Was that how humans looked when they blushed?
Red wasn't sure what else to do, so as an excuse, he invited her for nachos with the rest of The Massive's crew. It was hot inside the ship, with the power down to allow for repairs, so they were all on a break.
"Um... I actually have to call my brother... I found his cell phone on the floor of the lab, somehow and he left a message on it for me. He's getting worried," she said, looking sorry she couldn't take him up on the offer. Who would dare refuse nachos for a sibling? But then, he was cloned in a smeetery, like every other Irken alive, so he didn't quite understand the significance of siblings and a family.
He shrugged. He really would have liked a little more information on the rest of the planet, but he didn't want to hold her against her will... There was only so much a SIR unit could tell them in regards to converting this trashball to a vacation planet. And she seemed like a decent leader. She knew how to name her terms, at any rate, he thought, smirking.
"Well, in that case, you should take this... uh, we lock the door to the ship if we ever have any trouble... or we would, if we'd ever run into trouble before," he said. He reached beneath his outfit into an inner pocket and pulled out a handful of pocket change and random objects. Among them were two strange-looking keys. He handed her one.
"Um... thanks," she said, and took it. She accidentally brushed his skin and he was a little surprised to feel that hers was just as warm as any Irken's was. Were humans warm blooded, too, then?
She pocketed it in the clothes she wore and got to her feet, stretching.
He got up as well. If he didn't get back to the bridge soon, everyone would start wondering where he was. To the nachos!
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Mona sighed and made her way to the door out of the ship. On her way to the door, she stopped a passing Irken. He was wearing the typical Irken uniform, or what she had taken to thinking of as the typicakl uniform. A dark red-purple shirt, pink collar, black pants, boots and gloves and a PAK. His eyes were an unusual shade of teal-green.
"Yes?"
"Which way is out? I need to go see my brother, but I'll be back whenever," she asked.
He smiled and pointed a ways down the corridor they were standing in.
"Thanks," she said, smiling just to show she was grateful.
"No problem," said the Irken, and he walked off, his antennae bobbing with every step. He certainly seemed happy about something, she mused. Perhaps it was the nachos?
She followed he corridor and pressed her hand against the panel in the wall that opened it. This one had an option for three or two fingers. She made her fingers into three and the hatch opened.
To her surprise, she was tackled the moment she stepped out into the cool night air. Something small and icy cold and squealing.
"Weeeehooooooooooooo!! I CAUGHT HER!!"
She looked down at the thing that had jumped on her and was shocked to see that it looked like a SIR unit with cyan blue eyes and a dopy grin on its face. It gave off a vague aura of something that didn't work quite right. She couldn't help but smile. It was crazy!
Then she heard a voice she had no trouble recognizing. Her brother Micah.
She also noticed there was a police line taped around the entire ship and there were more than a couple rubberneckers hanging about.
She managed to get the robot off of her and she stepped off the ship onto the dewy grass. Her brother was running towards her, his shoulder-length brown hair bouncing in his face. For some reason, he'd added a blonde streak near his face that looked ridiculous.
He wrapped her in a bone-crushing hug and lifted her offthe ground, swinging her around.
"Micah... let me go! Smothering... organs... exploding..." she gasped.
He set her down and she fixed her clothing and straightened her hair out. She realized she was disgusting. She needed a shower. She supposed she had time to talk to him. She hadn't told him where she was going, so she supposed it was partially her fault. It was also Red's, for kidnapping her in the first place, she remembered grimly.
She took him by the hand and hadn't gotten much farther than the police tape when she realized her other hand was being gripped tightly by the happy SIR unit. It was humming happily, interspersed by giggling and muttering.
"Why didn't you at least CALL me? You realize Shana and Bridget have been freaking out, too, right?" Micah was saying.
Shana and Bridget were her twin sisters and not one of them got along.
"Shana and Bridget can mind their own damn business. And I would have called you eventually, but nothing is wrong. Red came to my house-"
"-I'm sorry, WHO?"
She grinned, slightly embarassed. She explained all about the heirachael structure of the Irkens and how they were ruled by the Almighty Tallest, Purple and Red. She left out the part about the kidnapping.
"So where'd you find the insane robot?" she asked.
Micah gave a weak laugh and messed his hair up a little. They were almost to her house.
"He was wandering around outside the ship and I decided to... y'know steal him and have him follow you, make sure you were okay," he admitted.
The robot jumped in front of them, eyes narrowed and glowing red.
"GIR, reporting for duty."
Its voice was deeper, much more like the SIR units on board the Massive, yet different, somehow. She knew all the SIR units were programmed to obey their master, which was whoever they were given to and spent the most time around, but this one seemed... broken. Who did it belong to? Who was its master?
"Hmm. Never done that before," said Micah thoughtfully.
"GIR? What's the G stand for?" she asked it.
The red eyes bled blue and it once again looked clueless. She thought she remembered those eyes from somewhere... the day in the interrogation chamber, she'd seen it out of the corner of her eyes, something blue and glowing... had it been GIR?
"I don't know," he shrugged.
She bent down so she was on an eye level with the little robot.
"GIR, who were you given to? Who's your master?" she asked.
The little robot's eyes turned upwards in an expression of sorrow and it began to cry.
"They took master and locked him up in a cageandnowIcan'tgettohimandhe'sgonnabekilledand and and..." from here on, the robot's voice got so high and the screaming so loud that she clamped a hand over his mouth to shut him up.
"You wanna wake up the whole planet?" snapped Micah.
"I dooo," said GIR.
This was going to be an interesting night.
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PLEASE REVIEW! I have to go to bed now and I probably won't be on again until later tomorrow. They blocked me off the cpu with a password... DAMN YOU VISTA!
