Yes, angst and Purple go together well...*evil grin* Yaya...read! This took
too long *wince* so I'll try to postes some more soon...
Chapter Three: Lift
"Ten minutes to departure. All battle cruisers report to your stations. All Massive crew members report to your respective stations. Ten minutes to departure."
The Almighty Tallests were being escorted down a chrome hallway in the Massive by a short Irken, dubbed "Guide Dude" by the sticky name tag he wore on the front of his blue uniform. Groups of crew members rushed by, pausing in their sprint to quickly salute the Tallests before they galloped on. Small tremors rippled through the walls of the ship as the engines fired up. Steam jettisoned out of the vents and drifted up into the atmosphere. Flagships and vootcruisers, already in the air and ready to go, hummed around the Massive like bees around their queen. The Cargo Bay was being flooded by small carrier ships, loading the fuel and extra parts needed for the trip ahead. The Massive was continuing its everlasting flight around the galaxies, scouting out new planets and mapping devisions to be conquered by the growing empire.
"Five minutes to departure. All stations are armed. Please clear the Massive of any debris, such as stupid Irkens who think they can get past our impenetrable security. Five minutes to departure."
The Guide Dude stopped and turned around, gesturing to the rooms on either side of the hallway. "These, as you know, are your rooms. Please remain in them until we are out of the proximity of Irk, for your own safety. Thank you."
Purple nodded, Red waved him away, and they disappeared into their rooms. The walls matched their colors, but rest was much more richly furnished than the rooms they had stayed in the night before. Purple hovered over to the gargantuan window facing Irk and watched with half-closed eyes as his planet drifted away. The room was furnished with a large viewing monitor in front of the window, a small kitchen area, bedroom, and bathroom. The room's dark violet colors absorbed the strands of sunlight spilling in from the window. I hope we get the Crystallines to work with us, he thought grimly, resting his chin on this claw. They're not even ready to begin the Invasion surrender...
He winced as a jolt of pain shot from his chest cavity up to his throat. It had only started several days earlier, which he figured was just anxiety. But now that they were off the ground, he had no reason to be nervous...
A light knock on the door broke him out of his thoughts. "Pur, come look at this!"
Pur glided over and opened the door. Red gesturing to his window, facing opposite from Irk. It was slightly larger than Purple's, wrapping around a corner and spreading out to almost two walls, but Red's interruption was outside.
Two Flagships, Irken insignias facing the Massive, were rising at the same angle as the Massive's ascent, with the smaller vootcruisers and battle cruisers clustered along with them. Ribbons of white solar winds collided with the ships, and a light white cloud trailed behind every ship in the Armada. Purple smiled.
"This," Red declared, throwing his arm around Purple's shoulder, "is what the rest of the galaxy will bow down to."
Purple opened his mouth to reply when he caught Red's suprised stare from out of the corner of his eye. "What's wrong?"
Red withdrew his arm. "You okay?"
Purple crossed his thin arms, thin claws tapping. "What, do I look freakin' scared?"
Red snorted. "No. Your skin feels cold and...wet. Trying to commit suicide?"
Purple's eyed widened. Tentatively, he fingered his bare forearm. It did feel damp...but when he touched a particular spot, he noticed that the skin around it turned gray. "Nothing's wrong."
Red shook his head. "Anyway, we're going down for a medical in several hours. Maybe you can find a shrink in that time."
Purple smirked. "Have you set up communication with the Crystallines?"
"Hell no," Red grunted, "You think they would listen?"
"You need to pound it into their inferior brains that they need to participate in the Galactic Search. Not sneak up on them and piss them off some more."
"Look, I'm going up to the Transmission Room to figure this out," Red snapped, floating over to the door. "You handle the Communications. Make sure that everything I say is recorded, and everything they say is recorded, documented, witnessed, whatever it takes to get them to listen."
Purple nodded and hovered towards the opposite hall's door.
"Oh, Purple," Red called over his shoulder. "Stay away from the advisors. They're going to eat you alive if you say anything about this transmission."
Purple nodded and passed through the door to continue down the east hallway to the Communications Area. He chewed his lip, worried. He hoped this would work...
"Excuse me, my Tallest?"
Purple half-turned around and instinctively looked down, glowering. An Irken in a doctor's white uniform stood below him, holding a clipboard and staring up at him with large yellow eyes.
"What do you want? I'm running a tight schedule here." Purple's eyed darkened.
The doctor shifted her weight to her other foot. "Sorry, my Tallest. My name is General Practitioner Peprik. I'm executing a series of tests and health evaluations down in the Medical Wing, and I was wondering if you and Red could be checked...to make it easy with the rest of the crew that you're okay."
"Well, you don't see another one of me wearing red, do you?"
"Um...no, my Tallest...but one of you would be fine."
Purple's eyed widened. "One of us?"
Peprik stammered, "I'm...sorry, my Tallest. I meant no disrespect. I was simply pointing out that it would put the crew's mind at rest to know that our beneficial leaders are going to stay healthy." She looked down at her feet. "Please, my Tallest. It will generally pause my overseeer's complaints..."
Purple sighed and knelt down. "Tell you what, you make this test quick and I'll deal with your boss. I'm kinda busy right now, so you'll have to hurry."
Peprik grinned and saluted. "Right, sir. Please follow me."
O.o
Red flicked his antennae several times for relief and floated up to the platform where a huge screen faced him. Hardly any Irkens were in here, only the operators in the sub-room to his left. The screen flashed from black to fuzzy gray. He looked over his shoulder, expectant, and the blue- eyed Irken gave him a salute. He turned around too see a projection of an angry-looking, multi-joined, diamond-shaped alien staring back at him.
Okay, Pur, start taping this mess...
"What in the bloody hell is this!?" The crystalline growled, shaking his three-fingered fist. "I was told this transmission was a friendly call!"
"When you get a transmission from the Irkens," Red snapped back, "it's to tell you that you've either freakin' screwed up on your duties or we're going to freakin' screw you up. Shut up and let me talk. First question: what is your name?"
"Zoxinair."
"I've been recieving reports that you've not been participating in the Galactic Search. Is this true?"
"What the hell is the Galactic Search?" "You know damn well what the Search is!" Red roared, pounding his fist on the metal ring around the platform. "Selected planets are supposed to report everything about the planets marked for conquest. You were selected to study Paymoreis. It has also been stated that your planet--Cleareria-- has not reported anything about Paymoreis since we first assigned you to the planet? Got an explanation?"
Zoxinair looked around, trying not to sweat. "I...I'm not sure...your race doesn't need help from an inferior species, does it? I mean...you probably don't need our help."
Red's ire ballooned. "What the hell does that have to do with anything? The Irkens have to put someone to work! What do you think we want you to do, sit back and watch?!"
Zoxinair snorted. "Damn you. I hate you. We're not serving your damn business or doing anything for your pitiful race."
"I'm going to obliterate your planet," Red shot back simply. "You have pushed us too far."
"My Tallest!!"
Red turned around. "What do you want? This is a formal transmission? You're not even five feet high!"
Zoxinair snickered. Red glared at the Crystalline. "If I had a third finger I would give you the bird right now."
The yellow eyed Irken behind Red saluted, out of breath. "Sir, I'm terribly sorry for interrupting your conversation. It's Almighty Tallest Purple, sir. He's...he's not...he's contracted something, my Tallest. We don't know what it is, but he wants you to come down."
"What? Why can't he handle this on his own? Can't we use our advanced medical technology? What has he contracted?"
The Irken cleared her throat. "He wants you to come down because...because the doctors are wanting to put him in the Medical Examination Tube..."
"Why the hell do they want to do that?"
"Because," she floundered helplessly, "we don't know what it is."
O.o
Insanity! Yes, it's a cliffhanger...but chapter four will be up faster! I burned my writer's block and used it for firewood...*warm*. Yaya!
Chapter Three: Lift
"Ten minutes to departure. All battle cruisers report to your stations. All Massive crew members report to your respective stations. Ten minutes to departure."
The Almighty Tallests were being escorted down a chrome hallway in the Massive by a short Irken, dubbed "Guide Dude" by the sticky name tag he wore on the front of his blue uniform. Groups of crew members rushed by, pausing in their sprint to quickly salute the Tallests before they galloped on. Small tremors rippled through the walls of the ship as the engines fired up. Steam jettisoned out of the vents and drifted up into the atmosphere. Flagships and vootcruisers, already in the air and ready to go, hummed around the Massive like bees around their queen. The Cargo Bay was being flooded by small carrier ships, loading the fuel and extra parts needed for the trip ahead. The Massive was continuing its everlasting flight around the galaxies, scouting out new planets and mapping devisions to be conquered by the growing empire.
"Five minutes to departure. All stations are armed. Please clear the Massive of any debris, such as stupid Irkens who think they can get past our impenetrable security. Five minutes to departure."
The Guide Dude stopped and turned around, gesturing to the rooms on either side of the hallway. "These, as you know, are your rooms. Please remain in them until we are out of the proximity of Irk, for your own safety. Thank you."
Purple nodded, Red waved him away, and they disappeared into their rooms. The walls matched their colors, but rest was much more richly furnished than the rooms they had stayed in the night before. Purple hovered over to the gargantuan window facing Irk and watched with half-closed eyes as his planet drifted away. The room was furnished with a large viewing monitor in front of the window, a small kitchen area, bedroom, and bathroom. The room's dark violet colors absorbed the strands of sunlight spilling in from the window. I hope we get the Crystallines to work with us, he thought grimly, resting his chin on this claw. They're not even ready to begin the Invasion surrender...
He winced as a jolt of pain shot from his chest cavity up to his throat. It had only started several days earlier, which he figured was just anxiety. But now that they were off the ground, he had no reason to be nervous...
A light knock on the door broke him out of his thoughts. "Pur, come look at this!"
Pur glided over and opened the door. Red gesturing to his window, facing opposite from Irk. It was slightly larger than Purple's, wrapping around a corner and spreading out to almost two walls, but Red's interruption was outside.
Two Flagships, Irken insignias facing the Massive, were rising at the same angle as the Massive's ascent, with the smaller vootcruisers and battle cruisers clustered along with them. Ribbons of white solar winds collided with the ships, and a light white cloud trailed behind every ship in the Armada. Purple smiled.
"This," Red declared, throwing his arm around Purple's shoulder, "is what the rest of the galaxy will bow down to."
Purple opened his mouth to reply when he caught Red's suprised stare from out of the corner of his eye. "What's wrong?"
Red withdrew his arm. "You okay?"
Purple crossed his thin arms, thin claws tapping. "What, do I look freakin' scared?"
Red snorted. "No. Your skin feels cold and...wet. Trying to commit suicide?"
Purple's eyed widened. Tentatively, he fingered his bare forearm. It did feel damp...but when he touched a particular spot, he noticed that the skin around it turned gray. "Nothing's wrong."
Red shook his head. "Anyway, we're going down for a medical in several hours. Maybe you can find a shrink in that time."
Purple smirked. "Have you set up communication with the Crystallines?"
"Hell no," Red grunted, "You think they would listen?"
"You need to pound it into their inferior brains that they need to participate in the Galactic Search. Not sneak up on them and piss them off some more."
"Look, I'm going up to the Transmission Room to figure this out," Red snapped, floating over to the door. "You handle the Communications. Make sure that everything I say is recorded, and everything they say is recorded, documented, witnessed, whatever it takes to get them to listen."
Purple nodded and hovered towards the opposite hall's door.
"Oh, Purple," Red called over his shoulder. "Stay away from the advisors. They're going to eat you alive if you say anything about this transmission."
Purple nodded and passed through the door to continue down the east hallway to the Communications Area. He chewed his lip, worried. He hoped this would work...
"Excuse me, my Tallest?"
Purple half-turned around and instinctively looked down, glowering. An Irken in a doctor's white uniform stood below him, holding a clipboard and staring up at him with large yellow eyes.
"What do you want? I'm running a tight schedule here." Purple's eyed darkened.
The doctor shifted her weight to her other foot. "Sorry, my Tallest. My name is General Practitioner Peprik. I'm executing a series of tests and health evaluations down in the Medical Wing, and I was wondering if you and Red could be checked...to make it easy with the rest of the crew that you're okay."
"Well, you don't see another one of me wearing red, do you?"
"Um...no, my Tallest...but one of you would be fine."
Purple's eyed widened. "One of us?"
Peprik stammered, "I'm...sorry, my Tallest. I meant no disrespect. I was simply pointing out that it would put the crew's mind at rest to know that our beneficial leaders are going to stay healthy." She looked down at her feet. "Please, my Tallest. It will generally pause my overseeer's complaints..."
Purple sighed and knelt down. "Tell you what, you make this test quick and I'll deal with your boss. I'm kinda busy right now, so you'll have to hurry."
Peprik grinned and saluted. "Right, sir. Please follow me."
O.o
Red flicked his antennae several times for relief and floated up to the platform where a huge screen faced him. Hardly any Irkens were in here, only the operators in the sub-room to his left. The screen flashed from black to fuzzy gray. He looked over his shoulder, expectant, and the blue- eyed Irken gave him a salute. He turned around too see a projection of an angry-looking, multi-joined, diamond-shaped alien staring back at him.
Okay, Pur, start taping this mess...
"What in the bloody hell is this!?" The crystalline growled, shaking his three-fingered fist. "I was told this transmission was a friendly call!"
"When you get a transmission from the Irkens," Red snapped back, "it's to tell you that you've either freakin' screwed up on your duties or we're going to freakin' screw you up. Shut up and let me talk. First question: what is your name?"
"Zoxinair."
"I've been recieving reports that you've not been participating in the Galactic Search. Is this true?"
"What the hell is the Galactic Search?" "You know damn well what the Search is!" Red roared, pounding his fist on the metal ring around the platform. "Selected planets are supposed to report everything about the planets marked for conquest. You were selected to study Paymoreis. It has also been stated that your planet--Cleareria-- has not reported anything about Paymoreis since we first assigned you to the planet? Got an explanation?"
Zoxinair looked around, trying not to sweat. "I...I'm not sure...your race doesn't need help from an inferior species, does it? I mean...you probably don't need our help."
Red's ire ballooned. "What the hell does that have to do with anything? The Irkens have to put someone to work! What do you think we want you to do, sit back and watch?!"
Zoxinair snorted. "Damn you. I hate you. We're not serving your damn business or doing anything for your pitiful race."
"I'm going to obliterate your planet," Red shot back simply. "You have pushed us too far."
"My Tallest!!"
Red turned around. "What do you want? This is a formal transmission? You're not even five feet high!"
Zoxinair snickered. Red glared at the Crystalline. "If I had a third finger I would give you the bird right now."
The yellow eyed Irken behind Red saluted, out of breath. "Sir, I'm terribly sorry for interrupting your conversation. It's Almighty Tallest Purple, sir. He's...he's not...he's contracted something, my Tallest. We don't know what it is, but he wants you to come down."
"What? Why can't he handle this on his own? Can't we use our advanced medical technology? What has he contracted?"
The Irken cleared her throat. "He wants you to come down because...because the doctors are wanting to put him in the Medical Examination Tube..."
"Why the hell do they want to do that?"
"Because," she floundered helplessly, "we don't know what it is."
O.o
Insanity! Yes, it's a cliffhanger...but chapter four will be up faster! I burned my writer's block and used it for firewood...*warm*. Yaya!