VERY IMPORTANT pivotal turn point here! PLEASE REVIEW!
Also, I wanted to get something straight. KARO is the Elite Commander of the Irken Elite, a female, KATO is the head Medi Irken and is male... I was a little confused at first, too.
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Most of the Elites congratulated Mona for her chivalry, stepping in front of them when the FBI drew their weapons,defending them to her own species.
Most. Except, it seemed, one.
Rome watched, a mixture of jealousy and hurt on his face. Here he was, a brilliant mind, a scientist, not a soldier, shunted to the side like so much garbage, over one small alien. He'd liked her at first, but she was no scientist. She was a ruffian.
He fingered the thing in his pocket. Soon he would find out just how much she could handle.
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Tallest Red watched too.
"I'm glad it has a happy ending after all," said Purple, smiling. Red nodded.
"Me too."
Mona sat up on the bed, looking tired but better than she was. A lot of the Elites shook her hand, but Elite commander Karo actually gave her a delicate hug. She knew humans liked little things like that. It waws unbecoming, because of her rank, but the Tallest didn't make a big deal out of it.
"Congratulations, my Almighty Smallest," said another voice. Red snapped his head around and saw Rome, one of the scientists from the lab. He didn't look very congratulatory. On the contrary, he looked like he wwas trying not to cry.
They had had problems with Rome before, mostly because he wanted to be promoted and have his PAK re encoded as something better than a scientist.
He shook Mona's hand, but only briefly.
Mona didn't miss Rome's expression. She frowned slightly through the dried blood on her face and set her mouth into a grim line.
She requested a cloth dipped in water, so she could clean herself, but no one had any water. It was like acid to an Irken.
She tried to sit up and walk, but as soon as her feet touched the flor, she discovered her ankle where she had been shot would not supporther. She staggered and fell, crashing into him. It brought them both to the floor.
"Ahh!"
"Shit!"
She lay on top of him, but her stitches were threatening to come undone. He got his mechanical spider legs attachements out and gently picked her up off of him. Then using his spider legs, he helped himself stand up again. He had not missed the weight of her body on top of his, nor ignored the fact that she was very warm and squishy. He liked squishy.
He shook his head to clear her scent out of his nasal cavities. Something like mint and cold air and fresh leaves... soap perhaps?
"Hmm... we might have something to help your more minoR wounds heal faster... here we go!" said another Medi Irken. He pulled out what looked like a tube of terrycloth and gently wrapped it around her ankle.
"Ahhh... it feels... like... fur," she said. Her muscles went tense and Red also noticed that nearly every inch of the human body must be covered in muscle.
"You okay?" asked Purple.
"Yeah, she's not heavy," he muttered, wiping mud from the floor off his arms and outfit.
Mona got up to her feet once again and this time, she could stand relatively well.
"What did Rome call me? "Almighty Smallest" ?" she asked.
"Yes. You're tiny," said Rome darkly from the back of the crowd.
Mona brought herself to her full height, which wasn't much taller than Zim, and she glared at Rome, her light blue eyes taking on a steely glint. She walked towards the disgruntled scientist with only a slight limp, favoring the wounded ankle.
"Almighty Smallest seemed fitting, is all," said Rome, slightly nervous under her cold gaze. She smiled. It did not reach her eyes.
"Being small has advantages. I can fit into spaces no one else can. Being small and FURIOUS has even more. DON'T test me, Rome," she said coldly.
"Actually, I sort of like that title. It's mocking, but it's fitting," said Purple speculatively.
"I know. I think it's sort of cute," said Mona, turning to them, all hints of anger gone in an instant.
"Sire," said Rarl from Red's elbow.
He looked down into Rarl's ugly face and green eyes and raised an eyebrow.
"We believe we've found the problem with the ship. However, the opening is too small. No one can get into it without getting stuck," he reported.
Everyone looked to Mona, who was the smallest one there by an inch, however wounded she might be. Almighty Smallest indeed.
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Rome saw his chance. He took it.
He hurried off to the duct that people kept getting stuck in and planted the thing in his pocket. He left before anyone noticed him.
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Both Tallests escorted her down to the area in question themselves, dismissing everyone else to go nurse their wounds and get back to whatever.
She still limped, but she was refusing to show her discomfort. She went shirtless when her own bloodstained one kept getting caught on the plastic thread running through her flesh. Red really was revolted by them. The black thread poking out of the white flesh discomforted him more than the wounds themselves.\
He also noticed that human females differed from males in that they were really curvy.
Was he falling in love with this human alien? Preposterous! He should check the hormone suppression levels in his PAK when he got a chance. Perhaps they were iffy.
The panel in question was set low into the floor and the bare wiring was revealed. It was only big enough for someone VERY flexible. A PAK would inhibit them. It would have to be Mona.
"If you hear me cry out, it means something broke open," she tried joking, and she bent down and twisted herself so she fit into the opening. Her ribcage showed beneath the skin momentarily and Red got to thinking that the human and Irken skeletal structure were very similar.
She disappeared into the hole in the floor.
They waited. After awhile, Purple pulled a bag of chips out of his PAK and began munching on them. Red stole a few and Purple retaliated by throwing the empty bag at his head.
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Down inside the wall, Mona was having a hard time of it. Not only were her clothes ruined and her flesh bruised and torn asunder, she was stuck crawling on her injured belly in a tunnel only big enough for her to roll over in. This she did, so she was crawling along on her back and sides rather than her hurting belly. She was painfully aware of the stitches there.
Not two feet into the tunnel, she pricked her leg on something sharp and cursed to herself, crawling on. Her leg where it had been pricked throbbed unpleasantly for a few moments afterwards and she felt queasy. God, she hoped she didn't get tetenus. THAT would SUCK.
It was very dark and every here and there, she could see small gray tufts of something... insulation for the wires, perhaps? But her face brushed against it and she smelled something very familiar. It was cat fur.
She came to a T junction and now felt sure she knew what she was looking for.
"Raaaoooowrrrrr... mraaawwwwwwwwwww,"
She followed the sound of the mourful wailing and came to a dead end of wires and sheet metal. The cat was there, shivering in fright and hunger, its fur fluffed out, crying pitifully. Its eyes were blue.
"Come on, baby kitty... it's okay, come'ere," she crooned to it. She had to flop over onto her stomach in order to pick up the cat with both hands, and then it was crawling using nothing but her lower extremeties. It made her wish she worked out more.
She used her stomach muscles despite the bright hot jolts of pain it sent through her guts, flexing eveything from her ankles muscles to her butt muscles just to get out of the enclosed space.
"Coming out," she called, hoping they would hear her.
She saw the light at the end of the tunnel (A/N: Excuse the cheesy pun, I was trying to make fun of that stupid myth) and struggled even harder, aware that her elbows and stitches and the cat were all being pushed to their limit.
Strong hands helped pull her out of the hole in the floor and another pair of hands settled themselves on her waist to steady her. They belonged to the Almighty Tallest Red and Purple.
The cat, still shivering, maowed in her arms and began licking her finger.
"What is THAT?" asked Purple incredulously.
"It's a cat. Almighty smallest strikes again," Mona joked.
The throbbing in her leg had dulled and by nightfall, she had forgotten all about it.
"Mrawr?"
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