The Zoids Continuum: Fusion Organoids
Chapter IV-Six Years On
"Alaya, lunch time!" Lika called from the house. Alaya ran into their dune home, a round, many-roomed house that was made for six rather than three, then two. Alaya had asked Lika many timed why, but she changed the subject. This day would be different; she could feel it in her bones. When she ran in the uneasy feeling in the air hit her hard. Man, something is really bugging Lika. She thought. She sat down at the low mud table and started to eat her lunch. She was about to go back out to skim dunes on her old hoverboard that she had found when Lika motioned her down.
"Alaya, I have something to tell you. A lot of somethings." She said. Lika missed her husband terribly; Brian had left two years before and never come back. Lika and Alaya feared the worst. Before Lika could start, there was a noise outside, like something crashing, and then a man tottered in the door. Lika caught him before he fell to the floor. "Poor man, he's fainted. His right arm's broken and it looks as if he's badly sprained his left foot. He's so cut and bruised and tattered I can't tell who he is. Alaya, help me bring him to the bed."
Alaya hurried out of her seat and helped Lika drag the man to the bed in the next room. They set his bone, wrapped it tightly and applied wet mud, and wrapped it again, even more tightly. Alaya applied a freezing cold cloth to stop the swelling of the ankle and started to clean the cuts. Then they took off his shirt to reveal a gash that went from just below his shoulder blade to below his upper chest. Hastily, both cleaned it and wrapped his chest tightly to stop the bleeding. Then they finished cleaning as best they could without removing his pants, now tattered so they looked like shorts. Then they let him rest.
"I wonder who he is and how he knew we were here?" Alaya mused aloud. Lika shook her head.
"Like I was saying, he's too bruised and cut to know. Anyway, we've got things to talk about." Lika said, and they sat on the floor again to chat.
"What about?" Alaya asked.
"You're 11 now, so I figure you can handle this. You know I'm not your mother." Lika started. Alaya nodded. "Your mother's name was Citri, your father was Ambient. Together with a man named Crow, they were the only ones out of hundreds to survive a horrible experiment. It changed them into things called transform organoids. When you were five, the Empire came looking for them again. They decided to fight, and left Brian and me in charge of you. We thought you would be a transform organoid like your parents, but apart from your eyes and hair, you seem normal. We haven't seen them for six years. Brian went to go look for them, but either he found them and...or he never got that far."
Alaya gasped. She had never known this! "What exactly are transform organoids? What are organoids?"
"Organoids are small zoid-like creatures that are able to fuse with a zoid's core and make it stronger. Transform organoids are able to be either human or organoid at will. And they have the added advantage of being able to have their organoid part fuse with their zoid whenever they want." Lika said.
In the hands of the Empire, they would be deadly! Alaya thought. Her own parents...she had never gotten to know them because of the Empire. She had been raised since childhood to believe that they were the enemy. Was this why? No, she sensed something deeper. Then she somehow knew how Lika was feeling. And though she didn't understand half of it, she was determined to make Lika happy. Unfortunately her plans were set aside. Their patient was awake. And moaning. Lika hurried to him, Alaya close behind. When the man saw Lika he sat up in bed, but fell back with the expression of unlet-out pain on his face. Somehow, Alaya could feel the pain where he must feel it; her chest, ankle and arm were dull and achy. So she was surprised when the man let out a surprised gasp.
"So I did make it." He said. His voice was slightly husky and very dry, but Lika recognized it.
"Brian!" she whispered.
"None other." He replied. She wrapped her arms around him in a tight embrace. "Hey! Watch the chest!"
Lika pulled away hastily, unshed tears burning her eyes. Alaya could feel the sting behind her own eyes, half from her own tears, half from Lika's. Annoyed with this shared feelings and pain, she offered to get water and left. The father she got the less her chest, arm and ankle hurt. But her eyes burned more. Finally she sat down and wept quietly, shedding tears of happiness for Brian's coming and tears of sadness and anger at the thought of her mother in the hands of the Empire the last six years. Finally she fetched the water and returned. Lika and Brian were conversing in silent tones, and when Alaya concentrated on blocking out other's pain and feelings, she almost could. She imagined a barrier between herself and the others and they disappeared all together. Brian looked over.
"Alaya..." he began. Alaya nodded encouragement. "I didn't find your mother. But there has been a really strong zoid pilot that had been unbeatable, and with two friends, has beaten a bloody path through the Republic's defenses. I thought that would be her, but...I got caught before I found that person. I managed to escape, but my Reynos is badly damaged, and as you can see, so am I. But there are Imperial zoids following me and will be here any minute."
The water pitcher slipped from Alaya's hands and smashed on the floor. Lika saw a cold flame of anger and hate burning behind Alaya's brown- flecked golden eyes. She ran out the door.
"Alaya, no! Your Command Wolf isn't ready yet!" Lika shouted after her, but it was too late. Alaya was gone.
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no, she won't die because she has a beat-up Command Wolf. Just read to see what happens, why don't you?
~*DarkDragon*~
Chapter IV-Six Years On
"Alaya, lunch time!" Lika called from the house. Alaya ran into their dune home, a round, many-roomed house that was made for six rather than three, then two. Alaya had asked Lika many timed why, but she changed the subject. This day would be different; she could feel it in her bones. When she ran in the uneasy feeling in the air hit her hard. Man, something is really bugging Lika. She thought. She sat down at the low mud table and started to eat her lunch. She was about to go back out to skim dunes on her old hoverboard that she had found when Lika motioned her down.
"Alaya, I have something to tell you. A lot of somethings." She said. Lika missed her husband terribly; Brian had left two years before and never come back. Lika and Alaya feared the worst. Before Lika could start, there was a noise outside, like something crashing, and then a man tottered in the door. Lika caught him before he fell to the floor. "Poor man, he's fainted. His right arm's broken and it looks as if he's badly sprained his left foot. He's so cut and bruised and tattered I can't tell who he is. Alaya, help me bring him to the bed."
Alaya hurried out of her seat and helped Lika drag the man to the bed in the next room. They set his bone, wrapped it tightly and applied wet mud, and wrapped it again, even more tightly. Alaya applied a freezing cold cloth to stop the swelling of the ankle and started to clean the cuts. Then they took off his shirt to reveal a gash that went from just below his shoulder blade to below his upper chest. Hastily, both cleaned it and wrapped his chest tightly to stop the bleeding. Then they finished cleaning as best they could without removing his pants, now tattered so they looked like shorts. Then they let him rest.
"I wonder who he is and how he knew we were here?" Alaya mused aloud. Lika shook her head.
"Like I was saying, he's too bruised and cut to know. Anyway, we've got things to talk about." Lika said, and they sat on the floor again to chat.
"What about?" Alaya asked.
"You're 11 now, so I figure you can handle this. You know I'm not your mother." Lika started. Alaya nodded. "Your mother's name was Citri, your father was Ambient. Together with a man named Crow, they were the only ones out of hundreds to survive a horrible experiment. It changed them into things called transform organoids. When you were five, the Empire came looking for them again. They decided to fight, and left Brian and me in charge of you. We thought you would be a transform organoid like your parents, but apart from your eyes and hair, you seem normal. We haven't seen them for six years. Brian went to go look for them, but either he found them and...or he never got that far."
Alaya gasped. She had never known this! "What exactly are transform organoids? What are organoids?"
"Organoids are small zoid-like creatures that are able to fuse with a zoid's core and make it stronger. Transform organoids are able to be either human or organoid at will. And they have the added advantage of being able to have their organoid part fuse with their zoid whenever they want." Lika said.
In the hands of the Empire, they would be deadly! Alaya thought. Her own parents...she had never gotten to know them because of the Empire. She had been raised since childhood to believe that they were the enemy. Was this why? No, she sensed something deeper. Then she somehow knew how Lika was feeling. And though she didn't understand half of it, she was determined to make Lika happy. Unfortunately her plans were set aside. Their patient was awake. And moaning. Lika hurried to him, Alaya close behind. When the man saw Lika he sat up in bed, but fell back with the expression of unlet-out pain on his face. Somehow, Alaya could feel the pain where he must feel it; her chest, ankle and arm were dull and achy. So she was surprised when the man let out a surprised gasp.
"So I did make it." He said. His voice was slightly husky and very dry, but Lika recognized it.
"Brian!" she whispered.
"None other." He replied. She wrapped her arms around him in a tight embrace. "Hey! Watch the chest!"
Lika pulled away hastily, unshed tears burning her eyes. Alaya could feel the sting behind her own eyes, half from her own tears, half from Lika's. Annoyed with this shared feelings and pain, she offered to get water and left. The father she got the less her chest, arm and ankle hurt. But her eyes burned more. Finally she sat down and wept quietly, shedding tears of happiness for Brian's coming and tears of sadness and anger at the thought of her mother in the hands of the Empire the last six years. Finally she fetched the water and returned. Lika and Brian were conversing in silent tones, and when Alaya concentrated on blocking out other's pain and feelings, she almost could. She imagined a barrier between herself and the others and they disappeared all together. Brian looked over.
"Alaya..." he began. Alaya nodded encouragement. "I didn't find your mother. But there has been a really strong zoid pilot that had been unbeatable, and with two friends, has beaten a bloody path through the Republic's defenses. I thought that would be her, but...I got caught before I found that person. I managed to escape, but my Reynos is badly damaged, and as you can see, so am I. But there are Imperial zoids following me and will be here any minute."
The water pitcher slipped from Alaya's hands and smashed on the floor. Lika saw a cold flame of anger and hate burning behind Alaya's brown- flecked golden eyes. She ran out the door.
"Alaya, no! Your Command Wolf isn't ready yet!" Lika shouted after her, but it was too late. Alaya was gone.
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no, she won't die because she has a beat-up Command Wolf. Just read to see what happens, why don't you?
~*DarkDragon*~