Tryin' to finish this story before school starts again, but it doesn't look like I'll finish before then. I'll write as often as possible.
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Reep glared hatefully at his ship's radar monitor. The N.A. and Resisty ships were the only ones who had moved their positions. The Massive was still stationary. Inside the R.A.I. ship, millions of Irks ran back and forth, charging lasers and preparing armor for a fight. Plans were being pushed forward.
Reep growled and smacked a sculpture off his desk angrily. Felm and Jeb were nowhere to be found and the medic's ship wasn't in docking. Some idiot must have let the two leave.
Saint leaned on the doorframe of Reep's office, "You know they have therapy for that," he teased.
The purple-eyed Irk glared up from the side of his desk, "Did you know?"
Saint shook his head and walked into the room, "I only found out a few minutes ago," he picked up the fallen sculpture, "Those two are making a big mistake."
Reep nodded, collapsing into his chair, "I thought I put Felm in his place. It seems my actions only did the opposite."
Saint sat on the R.A.I. leader's desk, "Possibly… Now… you called me?"
The purple-eyed Irk sighed, "Yes. As you've probably noticed, we're preparing for battle and I need you to do me a very large favor."
Saint stiffened on the inside, quickly hoping Reep wasn't going to ask him to kidnap the smeet again. He wouldn't do it again, not twice.
"Anything," the red-eyed Irk said quickly.
Reep took a deep breath, "Because of Jeb's absence, someone will have to stay and send out orders from this ship," the purple-eyed Irk scanned Saint for an emotion, but found none, "You will need to stay here in my absence."
Saint's eyes narrowed as he stood, "You're leaving?"
Reep laughed, "Ah, Saint. When you want something done, you do it yourself. I want that smeet here and though you did a very fine job of catching him the first time, I'd feel much better if I went through with the deed. You do understand."
Saint sighed on the inside, "Of course sir."
The red-eyed Irk turned swiftly and left the office, not looking back as he headed to the ship's main control deck. 'This wouldn't be too hard' was the first thought that crossed Saint's mind as he entered the elevator and pressed floor number thirty-two. The second was 'Dear Irk, someone's thrown up all over the elevator floor'. The third, which was rather mean, was thought with hard malice as Saint wished for the person who had thrown up to die a painful and fiery death. Seeing as they were about to be thrown into battle, this action might actually occur.
The elevator stopped at its floor and Saint walked out thinking a final 'If I hadn't decided to stay, I could've just killed Reep for one of the other groups' but quickly shook the thought knowing neither Felm nor Jeb would have survived another minute without his help.
Saint sighed as he entered the communication's bridge and a small row of officers stood at attention, rigid and completely serious.
The red-eyed Irk rolled his eyes, "At ease," he quickly glanced at the holo-table in the middle of the room, "What have you devised so far?"
A green-eyed officer stepped forward, "Commander Tec, sir. We've decided the best approach is to attack the life-support tubes alongside the ship-"
Saint shook his head, visibly displeased, "No, no, no. Not going to work."
Tec paled, "S-sir?"
Saint pressed a few buttons on the holo-table and deleted the officers' hard thought plan, "You take out life support and Eleven dies, we all die, understand? Now what's worse than Reep reaming you a new one is non-existence, so here's what we do…"
"S-sir?" another officer stepped forward, purple eyes wide, "Commander Jas. We thought our first plan would be considered… poorly thought out, so we devised a second one."
Saint stood up straight and tall, "And?"
The holo-table brought up the second plan, which was the first one, only they shot at the living quarters afterwards.
Saint sighed, his face in his hands, "Are…" he looked up, "are all of you TRYING to create nonexistence? I mean, come on!! I've never researched anything on the heart of the universe and yet something tells me that if the heart of anything is destroyed, it's going to pretty much die, so tell me," he edged his way up to the frightened officers, "are you trying to kill everyone and everything that ever existed?"
Jas whimpered, "We'll scrap that plan, too."
Saint smiled, "Good, because THIS… is what we're going to do…"
The red-eyed Irk began laying out small holograms of each opposition and then a small hologram of the R.A.I. ship, "First," he began as he entered in the programming, "We go for one swoop attack," the officers watched as the holo-R.A.I. ship zoomed past the holo-Massive and laid down a quick burst of fire, "Then as we pass them, we eject Reep's combat team ship and give them about six minutes before we start firing again," the officers awed at the idea as Saint continued, "After about ten minutes, Reep will have found and caught Eleven and will have left the ship. We'll need conformation on the capture so make sure to have an open line to Reep's team. Then after they leave, we fire one shot," the red-eyed Irk glared at the officers, all of which gulped, "ONE and only one shot here," he pointed to a lower part of the Massive, "then we leave and make sure to pick up Reep's group as we go."
The officers saluted as they ran about, relaying the information they had just been given.
The pilot to the ship turned on the engines' power and turned to Saint, "Sir?"
Saint grimaced as he heard the squelching noise from coming from his boots, but the vomit would have to wait, "Reep should be at ship docking by now."
Tec nodded as he observed a console screen, "Confirmed. He and his crew are in docking and have secured a vehicle. They are ready to be deployed."
Saint stood up straight, hands behind his back, "Right. Then lets get this moving. Forward."
The pilot quickly threw the ship forward, "E.T.A. forty-six seconds."
Jas looked up from the communications area, "Sir, begin firing?"
Saint nodded, "Fire at will."
Jas repeated the message over the frequencies and the R.A.I. began firing beams, lasers and bullets of hot green plasma. The Massive didn't return fire yet, and they needed the ship in one piece, so the R.A.I. ship backed off a bit. The pink-purple ship began to turn and charge their primary weapon, the giant laser on the front. The R.A.I. ship began to make their turn and Reep's ship shot forward and into the Massive's docking bay. They were on their own now.
Saint glared down hard at the vomit on his boots, its orangey-green color making him angry. Again, it would have to wait.
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Reep quickly kicked his combat ship's door open and quickly shot down the first wave of the Tallests' fleet. His ten other crewmembers followed suit and shot down nearly every Irk that moved. Saint had ordered the ship to pass the Massive and then make a turn around, leaving Reep time to find and capture the smeet. It wouldn't take too long.
There was a loud tremor that tore itself through the Massive, toppling everyone.
Reep glared as he looked up, "What the IRK is Saint doing?!"
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"Weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee," Saint said leisurely as the R.A.I. ship swayed back and forth from the Massive's return fire.
Other Irk's were thrown to and froe, toppling over chairs, desks, consoles, even each other, but Saint laughed happily, the vomit on the bottom of his boots keeping him from being thrown to the ground.
"Turn so we're on our side!!" Saint yelled to the pilot.
The pilot shrugged, turning the ship on its side, Saint ignoring the screams from the rest of the crew as they were thrown about while he remained stationary.
"Oh, come on," the red-eyed Irk chuckled softly as the ship moved about, "This is fun!!"
The officers glared, holding onto consoles and bolted down chairs for dear life, knowing they couldn't tell Saint otherwise without consequence.
The ship made a sharp lurch forward, and of course, the officers were thrown forward, while Saint just laughed, his hands still behind his back. The Massive had been charging their primary weapon and finally allowed it to release the charged energy. The blast had barely grazed the R.A.I. ship, but measures had still been taken to lock down one or two levels because of a probable fracture in the frame of the ship.
Saint smiled, his eyes narrow, but calm, "Start another wave of return fire just as we begin to face them."
A young cadet gulped as his hand hovered over a bright yellow button. It was the R.A.I. ship's last line of defense.
Saint spotted the cadet, "You don't have to worry about that," the cadet nearly jumped out of his skin, "We won't need it for this."
The R.A.I. ship's green plasma bullets pelted the Massive and dented the frame of the opposing ship beyond recognition. Saint walked his way over to the cadet controlling the laser and took the controls from him, not saying a word. The cadet watched as the red-eyed Irk controlled the areas in which the plasma hit. To say the least, the Massive now had a giant smiley face dented into the hull.
Saint smiled proudly at his work and handed back the controls, walking back to his previous post. The cadet stared wide-eyed, but decided it was better not to say anything.
The R.A.I. ship finally lined up with the Massive and the real heavy fire began to hit. There was small gray combat ship exiting the Massive's docking bay and the giant R.A.I. ship swooped in, just barely managing to get the smaller ship inside without damaging it. The pilot of the R.A.I. ship began to sweat as he pulled up on the controls, their large gray ship nearly colliding with the Massive. Their ship cleared with feet to spare and began coursing towards a large cloud of stardust.
Saint sighed to himself as he left the deck knowing that because the combat ship had exited so early, Reep must've taken Eleven quickly and with no hassle other than the ship's tremors. The red-eyed Irk stepped into the waiting elevator and allowed a small droid that had previously cleaned the vomit off the elevator floor to clean his boots.
Saint picked up his first boot as the droid worked the only thoughts running through his head about the condition of the smeet after all of this was over. No way he would stay sane. Saint lifted his second boot and watched the floor level reach the docking bay.
The droid at his feet beeped as he finished and the tall Irk left the elevator, watching a dirt and blood covered Reep hold a surprised and terrified smeet roughly by the arm as he walked into the information area.
Saint's eyes narrowed, "That was quick."
Reep laughed as he dismissed his combat team, "Wasn't hard," he said hoarsely, "Dumb PAK wasn't on him. He was being watched by the Tallests."
Eleven stayed quite, his eyes on the floor.
Saint nodded, "Where do you want him?"
Reep handed the smeet over, wiping a drip of dark green blood from his mouth, "Bring him back to his room. I'll be up there in a few minutes."
The red-eyed Irk nodded and picked up Eleven, carefully carrying him into the elevator. As soon as the door closed, Saint could feel the smeet's tiny hands clutch his trench coat and tears leech into the fabric.
The tall Irk held the smeet tightly, not wanting him to begin sobbing openly, "While you were gone," he said softly, "Felm and Jeb escaped. They're not here anymore."
Eleven's grip stayed firm.
"I told them I would stay here in case," Saint gently shifted the smeet, "in case you were captured again."
Eleven buried his face in Saint's neck, trying not to tremble.
The red-eyed Irk took a deep breath, "I'm not going to allow to let anyone hurt you. I promised Felm and Jeb that… and I aim to make sure that promise is fulfilled."
The smeet stared up at Saint, eyes full of tears, "Thank you…"
Saint held the smeet tenderly and walked out of the elevator as soon as the doors opened, hoping he was prepared for what he knew would end up happening.
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Bedtime for me now. R&R and tell me what went through your head!!