(A/N: Yes I insinuate a lot between them...but come on, the only time they've seen a female Irken would be from through a window.)
First Tallest
The Illian eyed the Irkens around him. "Stand down slaves!" He squawked trying to find a way through the throng. Some of the Irkens lifted themselves up on their extra legs that were part of their cybernetic implants that kept them from constant injury.
"I'll have you all destroyed!" The now very frightened Illian squealed.
"You'll do no such thing."
He started to breathe heavily when the circle of slaves parted. A tall being came into the dim light.
"You are one of many Illian Overlords we have dispatched." The tall Irken said with blazing red eyes. "These Irkens you see are no longer your slaves."
"No, all lesser beings bow to the Illian might!" The Avian being puffed up his chest feathers.
There was a sick crack as metal hit bone. Heve snarled at the fallen Illian as he held the 'Discipline Rod' in one hand. It would normally deliver a shock along with the blow, but Heve had turned it off.
"Illian might is at an end." There was a soft murmur from the collection. "Too bad you won't witness it."
The Illian opened one eye slightly. "You can't."
Heve waved a hand at the writhing creature. "We can." He turned to the ring of Irkens. "End him if you wish."
The Illian shuddered violently as the small but innately violent creatures descended on him.
Heve didn't watch, he didn't have to. He had witnessed and taken part in many like it. The Illian would be beaten and taunted and finally his neck broken just after he passed out from pain.
A small figure stood off to the side in front of Heve. Wide violet eyes blinked slowly. "Another lost to us." Ghar said.
"Yes."
The two had originally thought they would fight for their freedom and free all the races under Illian command. Then they discovered their natural Irken tendencies. Reactions that had been buried under internal commands and suppressant drugs.
Irkens were not only violent they craved the feeling of control. Invasion was not just their purpose to the Illians it was in their blood.
"We have control of the slave distribution offices. The larger part of our collection will be put on 'The Ultimate'." Ghar said as he walked alongside Heve. The taller Irken slowed his pace for the smaller one.
"Will the females I suggested be on board?"
Ghar nodded. "Seven that we found with obvious weak programs."
"Wonderful." Heve put a hand down on Ghars' shoulder stooping a bit. He stopped when Ghar jerked back hissing sharply. "What is it?"
Ghar shook his head. "Nothing, my overseer was a bit, excited, when I dropped a dish in the kitchens."
"Have you had it looked at?"
"No I'm fine."
Heve glanced at the others. There were maybe a dozen freed Irkens down in the maintenance corridors they used for taking down Illians. Plus it was very dark.
"Let me look then."
"Heve, I'm fine. Really."
Heve motioned to a spot of light from the wide-spaced lamps in the corridor. "Sit there, and don't make me pull rank on you."
Ghar finally sat down in the light. He winced as he did.
Heve sat down behind him. "Off with the jacket. I have to see it."
Ghar moved slowly and took off the thin jacket that was to keep him warm in the cold barracks.
Heve once more glanced around. No one was about. The others that had been taking care of the Illian were still back there. He turned back to Ghar finding a dark green blotch along his thin arm going up under his shirt to his neck. "Mother of Irk." He said, a curse that had sprung up among the freed. "Take off your shirt, it's worse than I thought."
Ghar did so quietly his Utility pack had been removed from his back by overseers so it wasn't that hard. Heve shifted a bag had been carrying with him to his lap. He opened it taking out the few medical supplies they could get away with stealing. He took out a cream pain reliever. "I'm sorry if this hurts when I put it on."
Ghar nearly bit his tongue off as Heve worked. He had wondered how bad the Overseer had worked him over. The reach of the pain went over his arm, up his neck and down the right side of his back.
"I don't feel anything broken. You got off lucky."
"Ow."
"Sorry." Heve paused. A scar ran down the small Irkens back. Probably an old whip lash from when he was in training. The only used whips on ten-year-old Irkens. They healed more quickly from it than older ones.
"We all have them Heve."
Heve put the cap back on the cream. "I know."
Ghar pulled his shirt back on carefully. "And you promise to make sure no Irken ever bears these scars again."
"I guess I say things like that a lot."
"And you always mean it." Ghar said standing up. He put his jacket back on. "That's why we still follow you."
"You should go, you'll be missed in the barracks."
Ghar nodded. "I'll see you on 'The Ultimate' then."
There was a pause. A nice one Heve had felt between them often. "I'll see you." He watched Ghar disappear in the shadows.
He eventually got back up and headed to his quarters. He would need his sleep for what lie ahead.
First Tallest
The Illian eyed the Irkens around him. "Stand down slaves!" He squawked trying to find a way through the throng. Some of the Irkens lifted themselves up on their extra legs that were part of their cybernetic implants that kept them from constant injury.
"I'll have you all destroyed!" The now very frightened Illian squealed.
"You'll do no such thing."
He started to breathe heavily when the circle of slaves parted. A tall being came into the dim light.
"You are one of many Illian Overlords we have dispatched." The tall Irken said with blazing red eyes. "These Irkens you see are no longer your slaves."
"No, all lesser beings bow to the Illian might!" The Avian being puffed up his chest feathers.
There was a sick crack as metal hit bone. Heve snarled at the fallen Illian as he held the 'Discipline Rod' in one hand. It would normally deliver a shock along with the blow, but Heve had turned it off.
"Illian might is at an end." There was a soft murmur from the collection. "Too bad you won't witness it."
The Illian opened one eye slightly. "You can't."
Heve waved a hand at the writhing creature. "We can." He turned to the ring of Irkens. "End him if you wish."
The Illian shuddered violently as the small but innately violent creatures descended on him.
Heve didn't watch, he didn't have to. He had witnessed and taken part in many like it. The Illian would be beaten and taunted and finally his neck broken just after he passed out from pain.
A small figure stood off to the side in front of Heve. Wide violet eyes blinked slowly. "Another lost to us." Ghar said.
"Yes."
The two had originally thought they would fight for their freedom and free all the races under Illian command. Then they discovered their natural Irken tendencies. Reactions that had been buried under internal commands and suppressant drugs.
Irkens were not only violent they craved the feeling of control. Invasion was not just their purpose to the Illians it was in their blood.
"We have control of the slave distribution offices. The larger part of our collection will be put on 'The Ultimate'." Ghar said as he walked alongside Heve. The taller Irken slowed his pace for the smaller one.
"Will the females I suggested be on board?"
Ghar nodded. "Seven that we found with obvious weak programs."
"Wonderful." Heve put a hand down on Ghars' shoulder stooping a bit. He stopped when Ghar jerked back hissing sharply. "What is it?"
Ghar shook his head. "Nothing, my overseer was a bit, excited, when I dropped a dish in the kitchens."
"Have you had it looked at?"
"No I'm fine."
Heve glanced at the others. There were maybe a dozen freed Irkens down in the maintenance corridors they used for taking down Illians. Plus it was very dark.
"Let me look then."
"Heve, I'm fine. Really."
Heve motioned to a spot of light from the wide-spaced lamps in the corridor. "Sit there, and don't make me pull rank on you."
Ghar finally sat down in the light. He winced as he did.
Heve sat down behind him. "Off with the jacket. I have to see it."
Ghar moved slowly and took off the thin jacket that was to keep him warm in the cold barracks.
Heve once more glanced around. No one was about. The others that had been taking care of the Illian were still back there. He turned back to Ghar finding a dark green blotch along his thin arm going up under his shirt to his neck. "Mother of Irk." He said, a curse that had sprung up among the freed. "Take off your shirt, it's worse than I thought."
Ghar did so quietly his Utility pack had been removed from his back by overseers so it wasn't that hard. Heve shifted a bag had been carrying with him to his lap. He opened it taking out the few medical supplies they could get away with stealing. He took out a cream pain reliever. "I'm sorry if this hurts when I put it on."
Ghar nearly bit his tongue off as Heve worked. He had wondered how bad the Overseer had worked him over. The reach of the pain went over his arm, up his neck and down the right side of his back.
"I don't feel anything broken. You got off lucky."
"Ow."
"Sorry." Heve paused. A scar ran down the small Irkens back. Probably an old whip lash from when he was in training. The only used whips on ten-year-old Irkens. They healed more quickly from it than older ones.
"We all have them Heve."
Heve put the cap back on the cream. "I know."
Ghar pulled his shirt back on carefully. "And you promise to make sure no Irken ever bears these scars again."
"I guess I say things like that a lot."
"And you always mean it." Ghar said standing up. He put his jacket back on. "That's why we still follow you."
"You should go, you'll be missed in the barracks."
Ghar nodded. "I'll see you on 'The Ultimate' then."
There was a pause. A nice one Heve had felt between them often. "I'll see you." He watched Ghar disappear in the shadows.
He eventually got back up and headed to his quarters. He would need his sleep for what lie ahead.
