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Chapter Two: Meeting
The meeting room was a huge, domed room of stained glass windows and metal walls. The zenith of the dome was crowned with an elaborate map of the stars and planets. At the end of the room, some 1.5 miles from the entrance, a long table, in which three occupants sat, was placed in front of the only clear window, which was a wall-length, thin panel of glass. One of the aliens at the table was comparable with a large blob of white jello with three eyes and a mild temper. The other two were heavily armored, squat beings, who were whispering to each other impatiently.
"Nauurr? Eot?? won't be pleased with the wait. I'm going to go see what's taking them so long." One of the Jackers pushed the cushioned seat back and stood up.
"Don't be a fool." the other hissed edgily, pulling his comrade back down, "They're ship just docked. They'll suspect..."
"The hell with them if they suspect anything!"
The white blob shot a look at the Jackers. "You're pushing it."
"Who gives you the right to speak?"
"I think I am entitled to speak in this room!" The white blob turned slightly red. "And besides, you're the ones who are being yelled at, not me. I just came here to complain."
"About what? Your race is a failing one anyway. Your people would be graced just to know that we were going to throw them into our sun." The Jacker's lips curled in a sneer. "I bet that you wouldn't even have the guts to fight us out if we caught you off guard."
The blob whimpered, turning from red to a cold blue. "I think you guys are bullys."
One of the Jackers snorted, prying wood off of the table. "We can be much more than bullys. We can b-"
"-'We can be complete losers and screw up this meeting!"
The two Jackers and the relieved blob turned towards the two figures hovering towards them from half a mile away.
"Great," the Jacker mumbled, scowling. "he heard."
"Yup!" Purple called out, cruising up to the table and placing both hands on the edge. "You were supposed to settle these matters with us. That's why we had to cut the planet trip and come racing back here because-"
"-You two races can't seem to get along." Red butted in, pulling back the chair next to Purple and examining it. "You didn't put any bombs under this stuff, did you?"
"No," the Jackers snapped, glancing at each other. "Not that we can remember."
"Oh," Red sighed, pulling a metal device from under the table. "This?"
Purple gave a suprised glance at the Jackers, then took it from Red and threw it out of the window. "Now, lets get to business. You. White blob thing. What are you called?"
The Demoralized Blob cleared his throat. "My name is Oleeg."
Red looked at the Jackers. "You have names weirder than that?"
"I am Yur?? Op???, and that is my comrade, ???Yur."
"Have any nicknames?"
"Well..."
"Never mind. Oleeg. What is the complaint."
"The Planet Jackers have threatened to throw our planet into our sun because they are running out of all available recourses. You are not giving them enough planets to harvest, and that is putting my people in danger."
Purple's jaw dropped. "Who's side are you on? We give the Jackers freakin' six planets a year! That means that we are forfeiting six chances of world conquest! You damn people don't even appreciate what we're doing for you!"
Red started clapping. "Here here! May I add in that we also supply aid to those who need it?"
Purple looked down at Red. "We kill them."
Red looked up, confused. "Oh, really? That's too good for them, then."
Red turned his eyes to the three figures in front of him. "We're giving you no more chances, Jackers. I hate to believe that you go through an asinine amount of six planets per month just to keep that half-star alive."
"We were merely making a suggestion towards them," one of the Jackers shrugged, "but certainly not planning to do it...yet..."
"That's exactly what you're going to avoid from now on, isn't it!" Red hissed, narrowing his raspberry-black eyes. "I'm not going to put up with this kind of BS any more!"
The Jackers shifted uncomfortably. One of them made a stretching guesture, which Red shot an angry look at.
Purple's antannae twitched, quivering upright. He held them down with one hand. They did that a lot, which he figured was just a sensitive thing. "We're also going to cut down on the planet number," he added, "because you may be pressed to spend the planets wisely. You also might want to look into another place to live."
The Jackers protested. "We're not leaving."
Purple glanced at Red. He was examining his hand armor.
Red looked up at his partner, then back at the white blob. "You are going to be more careful around the Jackers. That is an order. You should be able to settle these disputes by yourselves."
Purple's antannae twitched again, this time in more jerky movements. "Is it stuffy in here or is it just me?" he whispered to Red, who was dismissing the other three.
Red took a short breath. "No. I think it's cold."
Purple nodded. "Me."
"I don't want to do that again," Red breathed as the two Tallest exited the meeting room to go to the Control Center back on solid ground. "Why can't we assimilate all of them and get it over with?"
Purple grinned. "I wish we could."
^...^
The Tallest's rooms were across from each other in the Control Center, which also served as a hotel for the Massive crew. The rest of the crew was on the lower levels, while the Tallests had the entire upper floor to themselves. The two were familiar, but the color differed entirely. Red's room had nothing but dark crimson walls, and Purple's had a mixture of plum and black.
Purple was currently working in the viewing room, which had a ceiling and walls made of glass. He and Red had worked out a way to evenly divide the huge stack of bills, new laws, and complaints, so that neither of them had to kill themselves with frustration over the seven-foot high blockage that met them every morning.
Purple skimmed over a complaint, tapping the pen against his armored leg. "We want to be given more choices for planets?"
He scribbled the word 'denied' on the message and tossed it aside. "Screw them."
Red was inwardly raging about the complaints in his room. Sprawled on the floor, sucking on another cherry slushie, all he put was a large 'D' on every single complaint that he came across. Once in a while he read the laws, and sometimes he went over the bills for a laugh.
" 'I have come to a reasonable conclusion that you-'"
Red looked towards the door. "I'm currently making fun of stoopid short people. What do you need, Pur?"
Purple opened the door and leaned against the frame. "I'm going for a bucket of ice. Need any?"
"Nope."
"'Kay."
Purple shut the door and hovered down the hall, glancing at the murals of the galaxy on the ceiling. Reaching the ice machine at the end of the hall, he slid the bucket under the dispenser--
--and a wave of pain caught him off guard as he bent down. Gasping, he straightened up and gripped his stomach. The pain came in two more short waves, then spread out until his whole middle section was sore. Purple, confused, gently lifted the stomach armor slightly and poked at the green skin beneath. It didn't look unhealthy, and there was no water on it.
Damn slushie, he hissed to himself as he watched the ice fill the bucket. Gave my stomach a brain freeze...
Taking the bucket back to his room, he continued to work on the large stack of papers. Outside, the sun slowly sank below the horizon, bathing Irk in a warm red light that soon sank into black shadows.
_____________________________________________________ Spooooooooookkkkkkkyyyyyyyy....O.o. Chapter Three on its way, an' I promise to make it longer to bore you with angst!! Pur: ...*sweat drop* Nne: Glomp! *Tackles Pur* Doom you!!!
Chapter Two: Meeting
The meeting room was a huge, domed room of stained glass windows and metal walls. The zenith of the dome was crowned with an elaborate map of the stars and planets. At the end of the room, some 1.5 miles from the entrance, a long table, in which three occupants sat, was placed in front of the only clear window, which was a wall-length, thin panel of glass. One of the aliens at the table was comparable with a large blob of white jello with three eyes and a mild temper. The other two were heavily armored, squat beings, who were whispering to each other impatiently.
"Nauurr? Eot?? won't be pleased with the wait. I'm going to go see what's taking them so long." One of the Jackers pushed the cushioned seat back and stood up.
"Don't be a fool." the other hissed edgily, pulling his comrade back down, "They're ship just docked. They'll suspect..."
"The hell with them if they suspect anything!"
The white blob shot a look at the Jackers. "You're pushing it."
"Who gives you the right to speak?"
"I think I am entitled to speak in this room!" The white blob turned slightly red. "And besides, you're the ones who are being yelled at, not me. I just came here to complain."
"About what? Your race is a failing one anyway. Your people would be graced just to know that we were going to throw them into our sun." The Jacker's lips curled in a sneer. "I bet that you wouldn't even have the guts to fight us out if we caught you off guard."
The blob whimpered, turning from red to a cold blue. "I think you guys are bullys."
One of the Jackers snorted, prying wood off of the table. "We can be much more than bullys. We can b-"
"-'We can be complete losers and screw up this meeting!"
The two Jackers and the relieved blob turned towards the two figures hovering towards them from half a mile away.
"Great," the Jacker mumbled, scowling. "he heard."
"Yup!" Purple called out, cruising up to the table and placing both hands on the edge. "You were supposed to settle these matters with us. That's why we had to cut the planet trip and come racing back here because-"
"-You two races can't seem to get along." Red butted in, pulling back the chair next to Purple and examining it. "You didn't put any bombs under this stuff, did you?"
"No," the Jackers snapped, glancing at each other. "Not that we can remember."
"Oh," Red sighed, pulling a metal device from under the table. "This?"
Purple gave a suprised glance at the Jackers, then took it from Red and threw it out of the window. "Now, lets get to business. You. White blob thing. What are you called?"
The Demoralized Blob cleared his throat. "My name is Oleeg."
Red looked at the Jackers. "You have names weirder than that?"
"I am Yur?? Op???, and that is my comrade, ???Yur."
"Have any nicknames?"
"Well..."
"Never mind. Oleeg. What is the complaint."
"The Planet Jackers have threatened to throw our planet into our sun because they are running out of all available recourses. You are not giving them enough planets to harvest, and that is putting my people in danger."
Purple's jaw dropped. "Who's side are you on? We give the Jackers freakin' six planets a year! That means that we are forfeiting six chances of world conquest! You damn people don't even appreciate what we're doing for you!"
Red started clapping. "Here here! May I add in that we also supply aid to those who need it?"
Purple looked down at Red. "We kill them."
Red looked up, confused. "Oh, really? That's too good for them, then."
Red turned his eyes to the three figures in front of him. "We're giving you no more chances, Jackers. I hate to believe that you go through an asinine amount of six planets per month just to keep that half-star alive."
"We were merely making a suggestion towards them," one of the Jackers shrugged, "but certainly not planning to do it...yet..."
"That's exactly what you're going to avoid from now on, isn't it!" Red hissed, narrowing his raspberry-black eyes. "I'm not going to put up with this kind of BS any more!"
The Jackers shifted uncomfortably. One of them made a stretching guesture, which Red shot an angry look at.
Purple's antannae twitched, quivering upright. He held them down with one hand. They did that a lot, which he figured was just a sensitive thing. "We're also going to cut down on the planet number," he added, "because you may be pressed to spend the planets wisely. You also might want to look into another place to live."
The Jackers protested. "We're not leaving."
Purple glanced at Red. He was examining his hand armor.
Red looked up at his partner, then back at the white blob. "You are going to be more careful around the Jackers. That is an order. You should be able to settle these disputes by yourselves."
Purple's antannae twitched again, this time in more jerky movements. "Is it stuffy in here or is it just me?" he whispered to Red, who was dismissing the other three.
Red took a short breath. "No. I think it's cold."
Purple nodded. "Me."
"I don't want to do that again," Red breathed as the two Tallest exited the meeting room to go to the Control Center back on solid ground. "Why can't we assimilate all of them and get it over with?"
Purple grinned. "I wish we could."
^...^
The Tallest's rooms were across from each other in the Control Center, which also served as a hotel for the Massive crew. The rest of the crew was on the lower levels, while the Tallests had the entire upper floor to themselves. The two were familiar, but the color differed entirely. Red's room had nothing but dark crimson walls, and Purple's had a mixture of plum and black.
Purple was currently working in the viewing room, which had a ceiling and walls made of glass. He and Red had worked out a way to evenly divide the huge stack of bills, new laws, and complaints, so that neither of them had to kill themselves with frustration over the seven-foot high blockage that met them every morning.
Purple skimmed over a complaint, tapping the pen against his armored leg. "We want to be given more choices for planets?"
He scribbled the word 'denied' on the message and tossed it aside. "Screw them."
Red was inwardly raging about the complaints in his room. Sprawled on the floor, sucking on another cherry slushie, all he put was a large 'D' on every single complaint that he came across. Once in a while he read the laws, and sometimes he went over the bills for a laugh.
" 'I have come to a reasonable conclusion that you-'"
Red looked towards the door. "I'm currently making fun of stoopid short people. What do you need, Pur?"
Purple opened the door and leaned against the frame. "I'm going for a bucket of ice. Need any?"
"Nope."
"'Kay."
Purple shut the door and hovered down the hall, glancing at the murals of the galaxy on the ceiling. Reaching the ice machine at the end of the hall, he slid the bucket under the dispenser--
--and a wave of pain caught him off guard as he bent down. Gasping, he straightened up and gripped his stomach. The pain came in two more short waves, then spread out until his whole middle section was sore. Purple, confused, gently lifted the stomach armor slightly and poked at the green skin beneath. It didn't look unhealthy, and there was no water on it.
Damn slushie, he hissed to himself as he watched the ice fill the bucket. Gave my stomach a brain freeze...
Taking the bucket back to his room, he continued to work on the large stack of papers. Outside, the sun slowly sank below the horizon, bathing Irk in a warm red light that soon sank into black shadows.
_____________________________________________________ Spooooooooookkkkkkkyyyyyyyy....O.o. Chapter Three on its way, an' I promise to make it longer to bore you with angst!! Pur: ...*sweat drop* Nne: Glomp! *Tackles Pur* Doom you!!!