(A/N: I took down 'History of a Race' cause I didn't like it anymore. So now I bring you this! It's version of the first one, I like it better like this.)
First Tallest
"Attention!"
The sound of a hundred or so booted feet snapping together filled the great hall. They were fine soldiers, even if they were those filthy green Irken creatures.
The Illians had enslaved the race long ago. They had been small but feisty creatures that fought each other for their 'hive'. Insect-like reptiles. Cold-blooded, green, with antenna that were insanely sensitive. If left to their own devices they bred like rats. Suppressors kept that from happening to the highly prized females of the race. They were far too important to be hindered by pregnancy.
The bird like Illian leaders glanced over the Irken troop. One of the creatures stood taller than the rest. A lot taller than the rest. It was a genetic glitch they couldn't quite figure out, or erase for that matter.
The faded blue bird paced on a walking-bar to stand before the tall Irken. "Speak your name slave." He cooed at it.
"Heve." The Irken said. He seemed to be starring forward, but it was hard to tell with an Irken, their whole eye was one color. This one happened to be red eyed. Like so many.
"Do you wish to serve your master properly?" The Illian asked tilting his head.
"Yes." Was the simple and very correct reply.
The Illian nodded. "Then you will be an Invader, be proud." He struck out a wing and hit the tall Irken in the chest.
Heve didn't react. He stood stock still until his master told him to do other wise. Programming from even before his birth willed him to do it.
"Report to 'Blue Deck'. You leave now."
* * *
And that was all it had happened.
Heve crouched under the shade of some boulders. It was horribly hot here. His body ached from the small position but he was stuck. It was either here or suffer in the sun.
This was no real world. The inhabitants had died long before he'd even arrived. And now the armada was delayed.
He was afraid he was slipping.
"They don't care about me." He said in a hoarse voice. He immediately clamped a hand over his mouth.
No! He was not a traitor, traitors died for words like that!
His eyes darted around.
But who was to report him? The dust?
He burst out laughing, a hysterical sound. He put his hand over his mouth again.
He closed his dry red eyes. He was not a defect. He was a true believer in his masters. Even as he thought those words they were hollow to him.
Illians couldn't even fly, their beaks were hardly sharp and they had no talons to speak of. An Irken may be soft bodied but there were enough of them to take on the entire population of the...
No, no, no, no! He wouldn't be a traitor! He wouldn't!
..He would..
He suddenly twitched his whole body contorting in pain. He could feel the blocks and instruction he'd received from birth breaking apart. If it didn't hurt so much he might be enjoying it.
But it DID hurt. It hurt a lot.
And suddenly he saw it. Those Illians...they would be no match for a slave uprising. They were lazy, they did nothing for themselves. They even had to enslave a race of people that hadn't cared about what was above till they arrived. Enslaved them to help in their conquest of the universe since they were already so good at invading on their own. His people, he could free them.
Couldn't he?
A blinding flash crossed his vision as another wave of pain hit. Another synapse gone down somewhere inside. He screamed not only in pain but in rage. Rage at what his life had been forced to be.
He had once been ordered to destroy a group of defects. They had been infants, barely able to stand right. The only thing wrong with them was that their eyes were mismatched red and purple. A sign that something was wrong in their brains. They would never be able to speak correctly or have the right kind of motor control.
They were defective.
He had...had...
He hit his head trying to drive that one memory away only to have it replaced by another.
~Don't fight me slave!~
~Plase master I beg of you don't!~
~Oh you'll beg. You'll beg.~
"AUUGH!" Heves' scream of rage filled a sun filled landscape with not a single life form to hear it. His hands dropped to his leg, to where the scar was. "Help me, help me, help me." He chanted rocking back and forth.
He didn't know if it was his mind fighting free, or the heat, but he heard it. A voice.
'Fight back.'
His eyes opened and he looked out through dry eyes. "What?"
'Fight them.'
The voice was from his own head, his freed mind talking back. "How can I?"
'Free others, take a ship, kill them all.'
Heve rubbed his hands over his head, dry skin flaked off. Yes...that would work.
'Of course it will.'
He looked unblinkingly into the desert around him. "Of course it will."
First Tallest
"Attention!"
The sound of a hundred or so booted feet snapping together filled the great hall. They were fine soldiers, even if they were those filthy green Irken creatures.
The Illians had enslaved the race long ago. They had been small but feisty creatures that fought each other for their 'hive'. Insect-like reptiles. Cold-blooded, green, with antenna that were insanely sensitive. If left to their own devices they bred like rats. Suppressors kept that from happening to the highly prized females of the race. They were far too important to be hindered by pregnancy.
The bird like Illian leaders glanced over the Irken troop. One of the creatures stood taller than the rest. A lot taller than the rest. It was a genetic glitch they couldn't quite figure out, or erase for that matter.
The faded blue bird paced on a walking-bar to stand before the tall Irken. "Speak your name slave." He cooed at it.
"Heve." The Irken said. He seemed to be starring forward, but it was hard to tell with an Irken, their whole eye was one color. This one happened to be red eyed. Like so many.
"Do you wish to serve your master properly?" The Illian asked tilting his head.
"Yes." Was the simple and very correct reply.
The Illian nodded. "Then you will be an Invader, be proud." He struck out a wing and hit the tall Irken in the chest.
Heve didn't react. He stood stock still until his master told him to do other wise. Programming from even before his birth willed him to do it.
"Report to 'Blue Deck'. You leave now."
* * *
And that was all it had happened.
Heve crouched under the shade of some boulders. It was horribly hot here. His body ached from the small position but he was stuck. It was either here or suffer in the sun.
This was no real world. The inhabitants had died long before he'd even arrived. And now the armada was delayed.
He was afraid he was slipping.
"They don't care about me." He said in a hoarse voice. He immediately clamped a hand over his mouth.
No! He was not a traitor, traitors died for words like that!
His eyes darted around.
But who was to report him? The dust?
He burst out laughing, a hysterical sound. He put his hand over his mouth again.
He closed his dry red eyes. He was not a defect. He was a true believer in his masters. Even as he thought those words they were hollow to him.
Illians couldn't even fly, their beaks were hardly sharp and they had no talons to speak of. An Irken may be soft bodied but there were enough of them to take on the entire population of the...
No, no, no, no! He wouldn't be a traitor! He wouldn't!
..He would..
He suddenly twitched his whole body contorting in pain. He could feel the blocks and instruction he'd received from birth breaking apart. If it didn't hurt so much he might be enjoying it.
But it DID hurt. It hurt a lot.
And suddenly he saw it. Those Illians...they would be no match for a slave uprising. They were lazy, they did nothing for themselves. They even had to enslave a race of people that hadn't cared about what was above till they arrived. Enslaved them to help in their conquest of the universe since they were already so good at invading on their own. His people, he could free them.
Couldn't he?
A blinding flash crossed his vision as another wave of pain hit. Another synapse gone down somewhere inside. He screamed not only in pain but in rage. Rage at what his life had been forced to be.
He had once been ordered to destroy a group of defects. They had been infants, barely able to stand right. The only thing wrong with them was that their eyes were mismatched red and purple. A sign that something was wrong in their brains. They would never be able to speak correctly or have the right kind of motor control.
They were defective.
He had...had...
He hit his head trying to drive that one memory away only to have it replaced by another.
~Don't fight me slave!~
~Plase master I beg of you don't!~
~Oh you'll beg. You'll beg.~
"AUUGH!" Heves' scream of rage filled a sun filled landscape with not a single life form to hear it. His hands dropped to his leg, to where the scar was. "Help me, help me, help me." He chanted rocking back and forth.
He didn't know if it was his mind fighting free, or the heat, but he heard it. A voice.
'Fight back.'
His eyes opened and he looked out through dry eyes. "What?"
'Fight them.'
The voice was from his own head, his freed mind talking back. "How can I?"
'Free others, take a ship, kill them all.'
Heve rubbed his hands over his head, dry skin flaked off. Yes...that would work.
'Of course it will.'
He looked unblinkingly into the desert around him. "Of course it will."
