Quick note: This won't end up like A Broken Promise. I think ChickyLicky hates me now. XD 'Cause I haven't heard any reviews from her, even on the musical. LMAO. Ah well, maybe I'm just paranoid and she's busy. -shrug- Anyway, this won't end up like BP. I even have plans for a sequel, then a third book. Here are the intended titles, if anyone is like that.
Book one: Spacebourne
Book two: Irksome
Book three: Rainfall
So, um… Yeah. And…
REVIEW, DANGIT! Don't just favorite! T_T Pwease? I wanna know what I can fix!
PS- Snare from BP made an appearance in my friend's fan fiction, "Forbidden Invaders" by Invader Black. Go check it out! x3
PSS - Um, I changed my pen name. There's now a space between 'Tallest' and 'Yellow' in case anyone wanted to know.
"It's like he's right behind me, but every time I turn, he's gone."
-- Dakota Griffith
"So, how have your days been so far?" Purple tapped his fingers apprehensively.
"Long." Xenia mumbled in reply, keeping her head down as she did so.
"Remember anything?"
"No."
"What's with the one word answers?"
"Nothing."
"So why don't you answer with more than one?"
"Dunno."
Purple's mouth contorted. He was a little irritated now.
If there was one thing Xenia had learned while aboard the Massive, it was that Purple was very hard to get mad.
"Fine." Purple scowled slightly. "Having a decent conversation with you is like trying to talk to… Um… I don't know!" He stormed out.
Xenia smirked slightly to herself, rolling her eyes, she stood up.
Just then, alarms went off like crazy. The entire ship seemed to be filled with the constant blaring.
A loud voice boomed from speakers… Somewhere. "INTRUDER! INTRUDER!"
The entire ship began to lurch.
Xenia let out a cry as she tumbled forward, head-over-heels, and slammed straight into one of the Massive's walls.
Something warm dripped down the side of her head.
She grimaced, clutching the side of her head for dear life as blood spilled down it.
Grimacing, she pulled herself up to steady herself. She stumbled to one side, then the other, lurching with the ship.
Xenia cried out as she fell forward and there was the sound of a crack.
A pain shot straight up from her wrist as she tumbled down to the ground, breathing heavily.
Tears were running down her face. Her vision was blurred as she attempted to shove herself up with her good wrist, the ship still rocking violently from side to side.
The ship finally lurched one last time, and the last thing she could remember was slamming something cold and hard.
Bzzzrrt… Bzzzrt…
Lard Nar's hand slammed violently down on the button. He looked up immediately, then smirked, sighing with relief.
"Hello, Nez. Anything n-" He stopped and raised an eyebrow. There was someone lying behind Nez.
The Vortian let out a nervous laugh. "Oh. Um. Her? Yeah… It's a long story…" Nez pointed behind her at the other Vortian's form. She looked… Hurt, at best.
"Tell me now." Lard Nar's voice suddenly lowered, the eyes behind his goggles narrowing in an almost menacing way.
Nez suddenly looked serious. "We found her here passed out. Her wrist was broken, and she seemed to have some sort of head wound."
Lard Nar's expression turned furious for a moment. "So why aren't you-"
"I'm getting to that." The blue-skinned Vortian looked irritably at Lard Nar. "We think she… Might be a traitor…" Nez's voice became slowly quieter as she spoke, tapping two of her six fingers together.
Lard Nar's teeth clenched. The only thing he could manage was a, "Bring her aboard." Before the connection severed.
He snarled once no one else could hear him. The filthy, lying, dirty scumbag! Giving away the Vortian Empire's secrets…
"ARGH!" His fist slammed down on the arm of the chair. He found himself breathing heavier than necessary. He was trembling.
He shut his eyes and took in several shaky breaths. If he was going to meet her… He looked down at his clenched fist.
Sitting down once again, he passed a weary hand over his face. He sighed and pulled his goggles up so they slapped onto his forehead. He took in several breaths in a vain attempt to calm himself.
Geez… For all he knew, she was a captive!
Yeah… That was it. Nez made mistakes like that all the time. Of course she had been a captive. What had made Nez think that anyway?
He forced himself to stop thinking the way he was.
He covered a mouth with his hand and sighed.
"Calm down." He mumbled. "Just… Calm down."
It was a little overwhelming, at best.
He had been trying to save as many people as possible. There were a couple defect Irkens within the Resisty, but very, very few. As far as he knew, only around ten. Three on Devastis, four on Vort, two on Band-Aidia, the planet conquered by the Irkens and completely dedicated to healing, and there was one that constantly moved around, shifting from planet to planet. He believed that one's name was Det…(Now would be a very good time for you, yes, you, reader, to look around your room and make sure nothing is on fire... Or something. Sometimes I get so immsersed into a book that I forget what's going on around me. Once, my dog had eaten a pillow. Fuzz and whatever else they put in pillows these days was everywhere. He was having a spazz attack... Anyway.... Everything in it's place? Okie dokie. BACK TO THE STORY!!!)
It would take Nez at least several hours to get back, he needed to calm himself. (Do I need to stop using that word? Okay. I'll go get the thesaurus.)
He sighed, in an attempt to unruffle himself. Maintaining his composure had always been a bit of a problem, most people tapdanced on his last nerve... All day.
But then again, being the leader of a huge resistance like this was difficult.
With a loud exhale, Lard Nar left the room, leaving toward the loading dock to wait for Nez and whoever that Vortian was.
Nez was the type to get nervous quite easily. It wasn't easy for her to drag a strange Vortian, who might be on their side, or might not be, into her ship and begin to drive back to the base ship.
Nez's hands were shaking as she attempted to steer without jumping every couple of seconds she heard something such as the ship's gentle beeping. Not many people understood the Vortian. She was a little tall, Somewhere around 6"5. Her horns were slightly reddish, quite in contrast with her blue-gray skin.
Most of her family had been killed at the time of the Invasion, therefore she had a grudge against almost any Irken she saw. Even if it was Kiontra or Det, and they were parts of the Resisty! She would jump and try not to shoot at them whenever any of them walked in. Sometimes even Aneera and Maize... And they were hybrids!
Their parents had been crazy or something. Aneera's parents had died in some sort of terrible... Airlock accident, she thought it was. Then Maize's parents were just plain weird. She was Dual's older sister. Dual made her jump almost every time she saw him... Just because of his eyes. They resembled 3-D glasses! One was blue, the other red. And his antennae resembled like... A moose. Maize just had hair, freaky antennae that went all over the place, and yellow eyes.
No, not strange at all!
Aneera... Now Aneera was just weird. She had dragon wings.
Hybrids were weirdos.
She'd never particularly liked them... Period. Maize, Dual, and Aneera were the only one's she'd seen, but it was by far the creepiest thing she had ever seen in her enire life. And that, believe me, was somewhat long. I said somewhat.
She wasn't quite sure what was weird about them.
Now, getting off the topic of hybrids, considering the fact that they have nothing to do with this whatsoever...
At the sound of a murmur, Nez jumped, face pale. She glanced behind her, and almost screamed. Staring back at her, although the Vortian was still lying on the ground, were two amethyst eyes.
"What..." Xenia felt dizzy, her vision was completely blurred, and her head was pounding. Immense pain shot into her head, then slowly pulsated through the rest of her.
Whoever that Vortian was, she was either hungry or terrified.
That was pretty much the last thing she could think of that made sense before passing out once again.
When Nez's ship arrived, Lard Nar really didn't expect much to happen, instead, several of the doctors ran out quickly. One of them put a gas mask on top of the nameless Vortian's mouth.
Lard Nar quickly examined the rather short girl's condition. She had definitely been taken captive. One side of her head was bleeding, but that was around all he could tell between the gas mask and how fast the doctors were moving. And that was quite, quite, quite fast. Lard Nar began to hurry after one of them.
"What are we going to have to do?" He asked thoughtfully.
"Possible surgery. Check for damage to the brain. There's a possibility of amnesia in this case, according to a quick brain scan."
Lard Nar stopped hurrying with a sigh. There was no point in it. He'd just have to wait and see what the outcome was. Glancing down, he followed the nameless Vortian with the gas mask into the Med Bay and waited, sitting down with a loud exhale.
I'm assuming, you, the reader, are a smart person. Of course you are, otherwise you wouldn't be reading this, would you?
Assuming, you are a smart person, I, the author of DOOM!, am going to guess that you will, as my World Cultures teacher would say, INFER by DRAWING CONCLUSIONS about THINGS you READ. I am assuming you all have this skill, because if a sixth grader has it, and a 20-year-old doesn't, that's just sad.
Getting back on track...
Lard Nar's head was pounding. His mind had wandered back, quite far back, as one might say, into the past. His mind hadn't gone there in around a year or so, and it made him wonder why he was thinking about it for the first time in, well, not necessarily forever, but let's just use it as an expression for today. (The author of DOOM! has lost her thesaurus.)
His head was spinning at the sound of the screaming. His sister's, that was.
Yes, ladies and gentlemen, Lard Nar has a sister. Or, had.
His sister had long ago been captured and killed by the Tallest, but even today, he honored her bravery, and the way she had tried in every way possible to defend both her planet and the Resistance that her older brother had formed.
His eyes teared up slightly at the thought of her, but with a shaky breath, he retained it.
So, dear readers, if you have ever wondered why Lard Nar ever felt such a strong compulsion to defend Vort as well as the Resisty, here it is. Have you ever had someone so close to you make a sacrifice, just for you? If you haven't, and then you have no idea how Lard Nar feels. It is an unexplainable mixture of pain, hurt, guilt, but at the same time, gratefulness. It's a very bittersweet feeling. But that can sometimes be the hardest part about it.
Knowing it was done for one person, and one person only, it's difficult, but there is a small flicker of pride, as if a candle had been lit.
He sighed and tossed his head back as one of the doctors came out. Lard Nar jumped up almost immediately and dashed past him, leaving the rather bewildered alien behind.
When he entered, there was a very, very strange feeling of nostalgia.
The stranger part, however, was when he looked at the nameless Irken's face. He felt himself dizzy.
The navy horns, the gray-silver skin. The awkward way one of her horns jutted out to the side.
He might as well had passed out then and there.
Because just then, as the other Vortian's eyes fluttered open slowly, wincing in pain, probably because of the pressure of the bandages that covered the side of her head, Lard Nar murmured something.
Do you want to know what he murmured?
Reader, he murmured,
"My sister. My dear, dear sister."
Aneera (C) -Aneera
Maize and Dual (C) Ranekaera