Episode Four: Silver Future
Part Two: Manifestation
DAVID
We landed on Rekklabb V without incident, and entered the remains of the old Yeerk base.
It was mostly a warren of tunnels connected to numerous ancient structures, stone temples, that looked thousands of years old.
The Yeerk base was nearly deserted, when we entered.
"Hello?" Called Ripper, "Anybody home?"
"I somehow doubt that anybody is around," Aleks muttered.
We had just walked in through the front blast doors.eerily enough, they were hanging open.
"Nothing at all.we wasted our time," Skorre spat.
"Keep looking, we'll find something," I replied.
"You know, we could use this place as a base, a hideout," LaRouche stated, looking around.
"I don't know, this place gives me the creeps," whispered Sara.
"Your twelve now, kid, act like it!" Snarled Ripper.
"Split up, look around, meet back here in a half hour," I said, " Be careful, for Christ sakes. Don't do anything stupid," I added, looking at Aleks.
We split up.
Looking through the circular eye of the security camera, the Entity saw the six organics enter it's silent lair.
Organics had always puzzled the Entity. So complex.illogical. Strange creatures, they were, it was fascinating that he had been created by such illogical things, so long ago.
The Entity was connected to the old base, and the ancient temple around it. His creators, the Xel'Naga, had left this planet when the temperatures rose to tropical levels. The game they had once lived in harmony with turned hostile, causing their food chain to reverse. The Xel'Naga left the planet long ago. The Entity was alone.
Then the Yeerks had come, to build on this planet. Their leader, Esplin, embraced the Entity, to work for them. It had accepted, happy to find new friends, new colleuges.
But the Yeerks did not tell him all. From their transmissions, It learned of the war that the Yeerks had waged. The Genocide, the Slavery, the pain and torture.the sheer, illogical barbarism of it. Conquest, they called it. Empire.
The Entity expelled them, and sent a message to warn others to keep away.
The Entity wished to be left alone.
Still, It was very happy. New friends had come, they were looking around It's home.
It would watch. It would study. Soon, if they had proven to be friends, he would speak to them.
The Entity's filters took in the air from each organic, and it's computers began to separate the tiny strands of saliva inside each breath of CO2. Inside the Saliva, the DNA was extracted.
And processed.and melded.and grown at high speeds.
Deep inside the ancient temple, in a cylinder filled with fluid, the Entity began to create an organic.
SKORRE
Sara, LaRouche and I pawed around the base. Nothing to salvage. No weapons, no scrap, nothing of value.
"This is stupid, why are we doing this? It's my birthday, cant we just go back up to the ship?" Sara said, anxious to get out of there.
"Sara," I said, gently, "The last time you defied David, remember what happened?"
She cringed. She knew what I was talking about.
Last week, David had ordered her to organize the armoury. While she did a fairly good job of sorting the various human, Yeerk, and Andalite weapons, she didn't fulfill David's expectations.
He whipped her. He claimed that he had let her off lightly, but at the end she could hardly morph to repair her injuries.
Those had cleared up. Her mental wounds would not.
"Look at all this," said LaRouche, "Weather maps, traffic routes, trade charts."
"It does seem somewhat.out of place in a military installation," I replied.
"That's because it ISN'T a military installation. This place is just a God damned checkpoint. Maybe a couple warehouses," he replied. "So we're wasting our time, then," I said, dismayed.
"Yeah. Lets blow this joint."
A voice called out from nowhere, catching me off guard.
"Welcome, friends. I have been observing you. And with the exception of Mr. Ripper, you seem to be very interesting and enterprising individuals. I am pleased to make your aquaintance."
It was a pleasant sound, a kind and gentile voice.
"Uh, where are you?" Asked LaRouche.
"I am everywhere."
Sara began to speak, but the voice cut her off.
"Mr. Taggart, Mr. Stantford, please restrain Mr. Ripper, or I will be forced to use a sedative. I can not allow one of my guests to hurt themselves."
"Please, all Antimorphs, follow the green light to the main laboratory, I will there meet you in person."
This would surely be interesting.
A soft green glare permeated down the hall.
"Let's go," I said. The Yeerk captain sat in his chair, the human inside him berating him for the mess that he had gotten them into.
You stupid motherfucker. You got us into the shit now! We're fucked! Ever since Carson paired us up, our arrangement has been messed up! You made us screw up our third album! You made me diss Slim! You've been nothing but a lousy fool, fool!
The Yeerk sighed. What a pathetic life form.
Silence, Durst. I will get us out of this, like I got us out of hugging that fat, annoying female at TRL.
Hell yeah, she was pretty ugly.
Shut up, Durst.
The Sehkmet was without power. It was running on it's reserves, and ever since that strange Puck creature had manifested itself, the crew of 90 had been very tense.
They hadn't even been able to send a distress signal.
The captain sighed again, and grumbled.
"I hate this job."
DAVID
We stood in a large dark room, the six of us. We had each followed the green light to the so-called "laboratory."
Ripper was practically exploding, jumpy like a caged raccoon.
"Dammit, let me outta her! Get me out! Fuck this dogshit! Fuck!!!!!"
"Shut the Hell up, Ripper!" Spat Aleks
The voice spoke again.
"Thank you for your patience. I will now make myself appear for our meeting."
A large cylinder rose from the ground, a grey mist flowing from the cracks in the floor. Lights came on, illuminating a very large room around us.
The cylinder was tinted black, but a humanoid shape was indide.
"What in the Hell." trailed LaRouche.
The tube stopped rising, standing still for a moment before the entire front of it slid to the side.
What we saw was extraordinary.
It was human.like. The creature was about six feet tall, and had attributes from each of us.I saw my eyes, Aleks's face, Sara's eyes, LaRouche's skin, Ripper's teeth and hair, his teeth pointed and serrated.
But Skorres contribution's stood out. Horns on the head, and wrist blades, spines on his back, all Hork-Bajir like in quality.
It hit me: It was a clone. A clone of all of us.
The creature opened its eyes and spoke.
"Hello, friends, I am happy to meet you. I am Britz."
Part Two: Manifestation
DAVID
We landed on Rekklabb V without incident, and entered the remains of the old Yeerk base.
It was mostly a warren of tunnels connected to numerous ancient structures, stone temples, that looked thousands of years old.
The Yeerk base was nearly deserted, when we entered.
"Hello?" Called Ripper, "Anybody home?"
"I somehow doubt that anybody is around," Aleks muttered.
We had just walked in through the front blast doors.eerily enough, they were hanging open.
"Nothing at all.we wasted our time," Skorre spat.
"Keep looking, we'll find something," I replied.
"You know, we could use this place as a base, a hideout," LaRouche stated, looking around.
"I don't know, this place gives me the creeps," whispered Sara.
"Your twelve now, kid, act like it!" Snarled Ripper.
"Split up, look around, meet back here in a half hour," I said, " Be careful, for Christ sakes. Don't do anything stupid," I added, looking at Aleks.
We split up.
Looking through the circular eye of the security camera, the Entity saw the six organics enter it's silent lair.
Organics had always puzzled the Entity. So complex.illogical. Strange creatures, they were, it was fascinating that he had been created by such illogical things, so long ago.
The Entity was connected to the old base, and the ancient temple around it. His creators, the Xel'Naga, had left this planet when the temperatures rose to tropical levels. The game they had once lived in harmony with turned hostile, causing their food chain to reverse. The Xel'Naga left the planet long ago. The Entity was alone.
Then the Yeerks had come, to build on this planet. Their leader, Esplin, embraced the Entity, to work for them. It had accepted, happy to find new friends, new colleuges.
But the Yeerks did not tell him all. From their transmissions, It learned of the war that the Yeerks had waged. The Genocide, the Slavery, the pain and torture.the sheer, illogical barbarism of it. Conquest, they called it. Empire.
The Entity expelled them, and sent a message to warn others to keep away.
The Entity wished to be left alone.
Still, It was very happy. New friends had come, they were looking around It's home.
It would watch. It would study. Soon, if they had proven to be friends, he would speak to them.
The Entity's filters took in the air from each organic, and it's computers began to separate the tiny strands of saliva inside each breath of CO2. Inside the Saliva, the DNA was extracted.
And processed.and melded.and grown at high speeds.
Deep inside the ancient temple, in a cylinder filled with fluid, the Entity began to create an organic.
SKORRE
Sara, LaRouche and I pawed around the base. Nothing to salvage. No weapons, no scrap, nothing of value.
"This is stupid, why are we doing this? It's my birthday, cant we just go back up to the ship?" Sara said, anxious to get out of there.
"Sara," I said, gently, "The last time you defied David, remember what happened?"
She cringed. She knew what I was talking about.
Last week, David had ordered her to organize the armoury. While she did a fairly good job of sorting the various human, Yeerk, and Andalite weapons, she didn't fulfill David's expectations.
He whipped her. He claimed that he had let her off lightly, but at the end she could hardly morph to repair her injuries.
Those had cleared up. Her mental wounds would not.
"Look at all this," said LaRouche, "Weather maps, traffic routes, trade charts."
"It does seem somewhat.out of place in a military installation," I replied.
"That's because it ISN'T a military installation. This place is just a God damned checkpoint. Maybe a couple warehouses," he replied. "So we're wasting our time, then," I said, dismayed.
"Yeah. Lets blow this joint."
A voice called out from nowhere, catching me off guard.
"Welcome, friends. I have been observing you. And with the exception of Mr. Ripper, you seem to be very interesting and enterprising individuals. I am pleased to make your aquaintance."
It was a pleasant sound, a kind and gentile voice.
"Uh, where are you?" Asked LaRouche.
"I am everywhere."
Sara began to speak, but the voice cut her off.
"Mr. Taggart, Mr. Stantford, please restrain Mr. Ripper, or I will be forced to use a sedative. I can not allow one of my guests to hurt themselves."
"Please, all Antimorphs, follow the green light to the main laboratory, I will there meet you in person."
This would surely be interesting.
A soft green glare permeated down the hall.
"Let's go," I said. The Yeerk captain sat in his chair, the human inside him berating him for the mess that he had gotten them into.
You stupid motherfucker. You got us into the shit now! We're fucked! Ever since Carson paired us up, our arrangement has been messed up! You made us screw up our third album! You made me diss Slim! You've been nothing but a lousy fool, fool!
The Yeerk sighed. What a pathetic life form.
Silence, Durst. I will get us out of this, like I got us out of hugging that fat, annoying female at TRL.
Hell yeah, she was pretty ugly.
Shut up, Durst.
The Sehkmet was without power. It was running on it's reserves, and ever since that strange Puck creature had manifested itself, the crew of 90 had been very tense.
They hadn't even been able to send a distress signal.
The captain sighed again, and grumbled.
"I hate this job."
DAVID
We stood in a large dark room, the six of us. We had each followed the green light to the so-called "laboratory."
Ripper was practically exploding, jumpy like a caged raccoon.
"Dammit, let me outta her! Get me out! Fuck this dogshit! Fuck!!!!!"
"Shut the Hell up, Ripper!" Spat Aleks
The voice spoke again.
"Thank you for your patience. I will now make myself appear for our meeting."
A large cylinder rose from the ground, a grey mist flowing from the cracks in the floor. Lights came on, illuminating a very large room around us.
The cylinder was tinted black, but a humanoid shape was indide.
"What in the Hell." trailed LaRouche.
The tube stopped rising, standing still for a moment before the entire front of it slid to the side.
What we saw was extraordinary.
It was human.like. The creature was about six feet tall, and had attributes from each of us.I saw my eyes, Aleks's face, Sara's eyes, LaRouche's skin, Ripper's teeth and hair, his teeth pointed and serrated.
But Skorres contribution's stood out. Horns on the head, and wrist blades, spines on his back, all Hork-Bajir like in quality.
It hit me: It was a clone. A clone of all of us.
The creature opened its eyes and spoke.
"Hello, friends, I am happy to meet you. I am Britz."