Chapter 7 - The Interview Part 2: The Asashin and Enjinia

RAZOR'S POV

Jeez, talk about Mr. Show Off. Tazer basically only cares about himself, he was just talking about enslaving this, guns that, we're here not just to make human slaves, you know? Have you ever heard of something called 'Searching for a new home', dude?

All I cared about during this was that I was next. I didn't care if I went ahead and winged it, I have done this before.

Like numerous times beforehand.

"Alright, Razor…" Skip begins as Tazer begins to get off of the stage and go do his own thing by impressing the makeup artists or someone else like that.

"Tazer was… Well, eh…. But still, he was fine. Now I believe that you can be the one who has potential."

Wait. I'm confused.

"Didn't you say earlier that just-"

"Forget that! I don't care if both of you are mediocre in terms of your skills, but please… Don't be a showoff…"

"Okay….."

"...She is a worldwide phenomenon! But don't let those good looks fool you, she can scratch you in three seconds flat, please welcome our assassin; Razor!"

I knew it was my time to shine after Bullet finished my prologue which I completely knew I forgot about the first half, but I didn't care no matter what. I went out anyway, waving a bit, just walking as anyone who is more mature would, silently taking my seat.

"So Razor…" Bullet begins. "How does it feel to not only be the lone female of the group, but also to be a famous figure in the group?"

"Well, I do know it's an honor, but I also know for one thing that being the so called celeb even though all that I have done is be in one advance team to another, would get the commander off of my back most times. But I don't mind the boys, even though sometimes they can be stupid… Like a certain someone…" I say as I make my eyes focused on Tazer, who is already doing push ups for the makeup artists. "They still are the best of the best around, even if we cannot get a single mission done."

"And what about your nails, do you think they can be useful, even when taking down humans?"

"Most definitely." I grin while the crowd gasps, I chuckle as I begin rambling. "You see, nails have something different from a knife or a katana or a sword. I think it can get the job done much quicker, the scars it can leave is even more brutal, when you know, it's coming from a female alien… And while yes, I can punch and kick my way out of certain problems, with my kung-fu training and all, I still think I should take my role as assassin seriously. Which is why, these babies are the best weapons a gal can ask for."

I show off the newly polished nails to everyone, including Bullet.

"Oh-oh-okay! We normally don't do this type of stuff, but in case any other people who are still doubting your skills are watching… We'd like to do a demonstration. You got that?"

"Oh I was born ready! Bring in the victim!"

I get up, ready to go, turning back to Skip, the only one watching as he smirks, turning to tell Tazer and Sparks to come watch what I was about to do to…

...A dummy used for driving tests.

Well, it is human, so it'll have to do. I turn and prepare. I know I can faintly hear Skip laughing in sheer unbelievability that I was about to do this.

"Watch and learn! You son of a B!" I begin beating the dummy a pulp, as the crowd cheers and chants my name, I rip all of it's stuffing out, now I am feeling good. Whenever I do this, it get's me pumped up for whatever tomorrow will wind up bringing to the table!

"I WIN! WOOOOO!"

Jeez, I really am acting like a total idiot. Am I?

SPARKS' POV

So, if you ask me what I think of everyone… Well, they're exactly how I expected them to be.

Razor is someone who acts like she thinks she can beat anyone in a battle, Tazer is a complete and total idiot who just wants guns, and Skip is without a doubt, the worst person I've ever met. I don't know how he ever wanted me to be in the team in the first place if I'm just being punished for a decision I made because I was finally seeing the true colors of my species.

But still, I was forced back here in the first place… For some reason. I still don't really know the exact reason why out of all of the engineers to ever exist, they decided to choose me.

I just sit, waiting for the interview to begin for me.

"And last, but certainly not least, comes the latest member of the group!"

That must be my cue.

I was about to head off, until Skip stopped me.

"Hey. Listen up. I am about to risk everything for your selfish butt. This is the beginning of a new era for you. So i'm only gonna say this once… Do not mess this up. Got it?" He barks at me.

"Y-yes sir…." I responded back. He then gives me this, uncomfortable smile. You know what I mean, that kind of smile that only a guy who says he's giving out free candy, when really, he is just kidnapping children gives out. That smile.

"Great! Now give it your all!"

And with that, he walks off.

"...He recently came back to his hometown after being selected to be the engineer, ladies and gentlemen, I am proud to announce that you have all become the very first to witness the first public appearance of Sparks after 10 years of going M.I.A!"

I come out slowly, being nice and friendly, waving toward everyone, softly saying "hello" to them.

Someone has to do it.

I take my seat, and Bullet begins talking to me.

"So, Sparky… Can I call you that?"

"Oh… Uh… Sure…"

"Great! So Sparky, let's get this out of the way, do you remember what it was like on your way to the military base?"

"Well, I can't really recall, Sir… All I remember is that I just finished this invention, when these guards showed up at my door, that was when I first found out about all of this... They then sent me out to some sort of airport on some sort of ship… That was when I wound up falling asleep…"

"Oh-oh-oh! Getting some assistance on your trip? Damn, wish the same thing can be said about my trips…"

I giggle at the response. "Heheheh… Yeah… They were surprisingly cool with me…"

"Anyway, moving along, what are your expectations going into the mission?"

"Well, I suppose that if none of the hu-mans that I hear about get in the way, it'll almost be super easy… I mean, all I really need to do is build the machine…"

"Right, and you were once considered the best of the best out of all of the engineers, right?"

"That'd be correct, sir. I used to work full time, using my free time to figure out some theories, like a scientist, you know? I was actually supposed to be one at some point until I ultimately decided to go with my parent's wishes to become one. Ever since that point until the day I ran away, I built the greatest weapons for the troop. I mean, ask anyone who has used them."

"Great, great, do you have any regrets about the runaway, while we're at it?"

"Well, I do have one… I overheard the guards saying something about some sort of punishment, that I deserve one… I might never see my family again… I knew they'd be fine without me as I left… But at times, I just lie in bed, thinking, 'Will they neglect me?' 'Will I be executed if I winded up failing upon the mission itself?' 'Is the rest of my life going to be filled with nothing more but this bad luck'? That's the very last thing I want… To fail it all. I really want a chance to shine now that I am in an advanced team, or squadron, whatever you wanna call it. I just feel like a robot, a wild untamed animal, a bug, a fish out of water, or even a alien when I am with these guys… They're completely out of my league… I just… I just don't know what to do… I feel like I don't want to fight."

I look down, trying my hardest not to show any sort of tears in front of everyone. It's dead quiet. Until Bullet speaks up.

"Well, maybe you should fight. After all, isn't your species well-known for that?"

I look up.

"I…"

"Sparks?"

I sigh, and get up.

"I'm sorry… I'm not doing so well… I gotta go."

"Okay then… Let's just leave it at that."

I notice everyone else in front of me.

"I'll meet you all outside, guys."

I can tell everyone else was confused and maybe even angry, I wasn't so sure. Plexus on the other hand, who was watching us the entire time, looked back.

"Hey, Sparks." he begins, in a concerning voice. "If you're not up to it, we can-"

"I'm fine." I respond, letting the door slam shut behind me.

I sigh, and go off to the men's room, and think of everything.

I know this is going to go horrible for me. I know something bad is going to happen, and it'll be my own fault. I'm not like the rest of the team, I'm a klutz, a nervous wreck, a wallflower, someone who stands out of the crowd. It's like they always say, a Zirkonian who is brainy, considerate, and peaceful is hardly a Zirkonian at all….

And I am all of these things.

I never should've ran away.

That is what pushed the gods of the galaxy over the edge.

It's my fault for being such a weakling. My mistake of abandoning my species when they needed me the most is the reason why I am in this mess.

"What have I done….?" I softly speak to myself, while looking in the mirror.

TO BE CONTINUED….

AUTHOR'S NOTE: I am finally back! I kinda had a spark of hope for this, and I decided to continue to do this! Same as per usual, I will update every single Friday.

I don't really have a whole lot to say, I am still trying to figure out how Chapter 8 will play out. I do have the idea it'll be the few hours after the interview is done and over with.

And that is basically it! Whatcha think so far? Love it? Hate it? Let's talk about it! Read and review!

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