Enemy Mine
Dibs' eyes adjusted quickly to the dark. It was a little like the cavern, but it was too cramped for him. He followed the little old Irkan.
A few slaves they passed stopped their work and watched them. The old Irkan motioned for them to go back to work.
They obeyed him. It seemed that to them height was no matter. Not at all like their well-formed brothers and sisters.
The old Irkan motioned to some cages. They were empty except for one. Zeeg lay unconscious in one he looked beaten.
Dib rushed to the cage and pulled at the lock that held it shut. He picked up a rock and slammed at the lock finally breaking it.
He reached in and pulled Zeeg out trying to wake him up. "Zeeg. Come on little monkey wake up. It's Uncle."
Zeeg half opened his eyes. "Uncle?"
"Yeah, I'm getting you out of here." He picked Zeeg up and started for the exit.
"Who the hell are you?" A heavily accented voice demanded.
Dib turned sharply to see an Irkan in Overseer dress. He was nightmarishly familiar. In fact, this was the Irkan Dib had skewered with his spear. Dib cursed the fact that he hadn't hit anything vital.
"I asked you a question Human."
"I'm, I'm here for the mutant. They want him at the entrance." Dib stuttered. He hoped the Irkan would buy it.
The Overseer peered at him then rubbed a spot on his side. "You look familiar. Belner kin Irkein?" (Do you speak Irkan?)
"Plin. Bey belner fo Irkein." (Yes. Of course I speak Irkan.) Dib said hoping his voice wasn't cracking as much as he thought it was.
The Overseer nodded. "Bey chin. Chloe rein gin fie." (Alright then. Take it to the front.) He glared at the old slave Irkan. "Kin! Uner goy hypar!" (You! Get back to work!) A laser whip extended from the Overseers' hand and struck the old slave.
Dib stopped in his tracks and set Zeeg down. "Leave the old one alone."
The Overseer looked up. "Vey?" (What?) He narrowed his eyes. "Pe cha! Kin vin giper Human tey voicher!" (I knew it! You're the Human from the cave!) He struck at Dib with the whip.
Dib was struck hard in the side. He managed to dodge the next attempt. He picked up a rock and threw it. It struck the Irkan on the forehead.
The Overseer rubbed his face and tapped a button on wrist communicator. "Vey oinche! Gover Human toy intocer! Sey go joan!" (Warning! Human Intruder in lower levels! Get up here!)
Dib picked up a larger rock and charged bashing the Irkans head. He then picked up the communicator.
He pressed the button. "Bon hey vey oinche. Beeper, Bon hey vey oinche. Goover Iperian Goid. Bon Human, Bon vey oinche." (There is no warning. I repeat, there is no warning. Too much Inerian Vodka. No Human, no warning.)
The communicator came to life with another voice. "Beicher vion?" (You're sure?)
"Tiek, einer syger." (Yes, everything's good.)
He went to the old Irkan and helped him up.
"Are you alright?" Dib asked.
"Yes. Ble foner tein Zeeg." (But I wonder about Zeeg.) The old Irkan said slipping into his native tongue. His head hurt too much to concentrate on speaking Human. "So ney tok so plink." (They did not feed him right.)
"Je so Anki Irkein. Beh ni po koiner?" (Thank you Ancient Irkan. What of you?) Dib asked. He had half a plan forming in his mind. If he could free these slaves they might help with the rebellion. They might even inspire others to fight back. A Slavery Rebellion would crush the Empire on it's own.
"Ne plen goner wie." (We do what we can.)
"Uncle?"
Dib looked up from the old Irkan and went to Zeeg. "Hey, how you feeling?"
"Byger." (Bad.) "Can we go home now?" Zeegs' eyes were half swollen, a sign of malnutrition. He looked at Dib closer. He had never seen hi Uncle look like this. "Uncle, you look terrible."
Dib smiled. "It's okay." He picked Zeeg up and looked at the old Irkan. "Gey don heir tine. Fey kiver folen beir goper vein Bikner. Kin sey fon geer." (I have an idea. If you help us we can get rid of the Empire. You can be free.)
The old Irkan looked at Zeeg. He then sat down. "Pe to nier." (I will listen.)
Dib sat down keeping Zeeg half asleep in his lap. He began to tell the old Irkan his idea hoping it would begin the downfall of the Irkan Empire.
THE END!
Mmyep, I will write no more cause the movie ends about there. That is if you discount the fact that there was no massive fight for Zeeg cause well, I'm lazy. Yes that's my excuse. YAY!
Special Thanks: Nny_27 and Necrowolf! Cause you guys are too damn special for me not to mention! That and you didn't kill me when I proposed this fic idea. YAY!
Dibs' eyes adjusted quickly to the dark. It was a little like the cavern, but it was too cramped for him. He followed the little old Irkan.
A few slaves they passed stopped their work and watched them. The old Irkan motioned for them to go back to work.
They obeyed him. It seemed that to them height was no matter. Not at all like their well-formed brothers and sisters.
The old Irkan motioned to some cages. They were empty except for one. Zeeg lay unconscious in one he looked beaten.
Dib rushed to the cage and pulled at the lock that held it shut. He picked up a rock and slammed at the lock finally breaking it.
He reached in and pulled Zeeg out trying to wake him up. "Zeeg. Come on little monkey wake up. It's Uncle."
Zeeg half opened his eyes. "Uncle?"
"Yeah, I'm getting you out of here." He picked Zeeg up and started for the exit.
"Who the hell are you?" A heavily accented voice demanded.
Dib turned sharply to see an Irkan in Overseer dress. He was nightmarishly familiar. In fact, this was the Irkan Dib had skewered with his spear. Dib cursed the fact that he hadn't hit anything vital.
"I asked you a question Human."
"I'm, I'm here for the mutant. They want him at the entrance." Dib stuttered. He hoped the Irkan would buy it.
The Overseer peered at him then rubbed a spot on his side. "You look familiar. Belner kin Irkein?" (Do you speak Irkan?)
"Plin. Bey belner fo Irkein." (Yes. Of course I speak Irkan.) Dib said hoping his voice wasn't cracking as much as he thought it was.
The Overseer nodded. "Bey chin. Chloe rein gin fie." (Alright then. Take it to the front.) He glared at the old slave Irkan. "Kin! Uner goy hypar!" (You! Get back to work!) A laser whip extended from the Overseers' hand and struck the old slave.
Dib stopped in his tracks and set Zeeg down. "Leave the old one alone."
The Overseer looked up. "Vey?" (What?) He narrowed his eyes. "Pe cha! Kin vin giper Human tey voicher!" (I knew it! You're the Human from the cave!) He struck at Dib with the whip.
Dib was struck hard in the side. He managed to dodge the next attempt. He picked up a rock and threw it. It struck the Irkan on the forehead.
The Overseer rubbed his face and tapped a button on wrist communicator. "Vey oinche! Gover Human toy intocer! Sey go joan!" (Warning! Human Intruder in lower levels! Get up here!)
Dib picked up a larger rock and charged bashing the Irkans head. He then picked up the communicator.
He pressed the button. "Bon hey vey oinche. Beeper, Bon hey vey oinche. Goover Iperian Goid. Bon Human, Bon vey oinche." (There is no warning. I repeat, there is no warning. Too much Inerian Vodka. No Human, no warning.)
The communicator came to life with another voice. "Beicher vion?" (You're sure?)
"Tiek, einer syger." (Yes, everything's good.)
He went to the old Irkan and helped him up.
"Are you alright?" Dib asked.
"Yes. Ble foner tein Zeeg." (But I wonder about Zeeg.) The old Irkan said slipping into his native tongue. His head hurt too much to concentrate on speaking Human. "So ney tok so plink." (They did not feed him right.)
"Je so Anki Irkein. Beh ni po koiner?" (Thank you Ancient Irkan. What of you?) Dib asked. He had half a plan forming in his mind. If he could free these slaves they might help with the rebellion. They might even inspire others to fight back. A Slavery Rebellion would crush the Empire on it's own.
"Ne plen goner wie." (We do what we can.)
"Uncle?"
Dib looked up from the old Irkan and went to Zeeg. "Hey, how you feeling?"
"Byger." (Bad.) "Can we go home now?" Zeegs' eyes were half swollen, a sign of malnutrition. He looked at Dib closer. He had never seen hi Uncle look like this. "Uncle, you look terrible."
Dib smiled. "It's okay." He picked Zeeg up and looked at the old Irkan. "Gey don heir tine. Fey kiver folen beir goper vein Bikner. Kin sey fon geer." (I have an idea. If you help us we can get rid of the Empire. You can be free.)
The old Irkan looked at Zeeg. He then sat down. "Pe to nier." (I will listen.)
Dib sat down keeping Zeeg half asleep in his lap. He began to tell the old Irkan his idea hoping it would begin the downfall of the Irkan Empire.
THE END!
Mmyep, I will write no more cause the movie ends about there. That is if you discount the fact that there was no massive fight for Zeeg cause well, I'm lazy. Yes that's my excuse. YAY!
Special Thanks: Nny_27 and Necrowolf! Cause you guys are too damn special for me not to mention! That and you didn't kill me when I proposed this fic idea. YAY!