Butt Ugly Martians
Disclaimer: Not all pro-BUM fanfics are doomed to stay first chapter. Shout out to Becky! The BUM lover who urged me on to finish the story! (Sorry about not using Lilly, but I'll write a second story for her) Also, shout out to MiriahoftheWind, for her fic, "The Sun in San Francisco; The Things I'd Do For You". Nice girl. SECOND CHAPTER! COMING UP!
"ATREYU!"
Einstien jumped onto the computer console, growling and baring his teeth.
"Further action is to be taken with the alien by fellow alien hunter, Dr. Hacksaw."
"Okay, now I'm worried." 2-T walked up to the console. "If I know Hacksaw, Atreyu's his latest dissectie."
"NO!" Einstien pressed his face against the TV. "We need to help Atreyu!"
"That'll take a little thought," said B-Bop. "Emphasis on 'a little'. Let's go-"
Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep.
"That'd be my com-link," explained Einstien. "It's under my quills. Angel, or whatever your name is, could you get that?"
Einstien raised a patch of quills. A small, egg-shaped, metal device was intertwined with his many quills. Angela carefully pulled the com-link out of the mess of spines, but still manage to slice herself.
"OW!" she quickly stuck her finger in her mouth, dropping the com-link. It blossomed open like a flower, and a holographic image popped up. It was a strange creature, half-human, half-golden fox. It's head was completely fox, while the body was human. Its thick hands resembled paws, while its tiny paw feet seemed uncannily stable for their size. Her tail was half the length of her body, and twice as thick. Her eyes were, if that's possible, a deeper blue even that Angela's eyes. Over her chest, she had a large chest plate that went down to her stomach in a point. In the middle was a large ruby, the border was covered with diamonds, and the inside portion was specked with emeralds. (Renamon with a chestplate).
"Our Prime Minister." Einstien bowed.
"Cadet Einstien," the Prime Minister began, "I'm surprised you didn't send me a progress report sooner. It's not like you." She looked towards the Martians, and then the kids. "You picked up refugees?"
"What?! Nonononononono!" Einstien seemed nervous. "These are not refugees, these are just a few civilians who are helping me find Atreyu."
The Prime Minister narrowed her eyes. "You are not to disclose our location to non-refugees. They may try to come and collect their victims. Especially Martians."
"Um," B-Bop interrupted, "If I may, Miss....."
"Rena."
"Miss Rena, yes. You see, we're not technically part of the Martian fleet." Despite several looks of confusion from everyone in the room, B-Bop continued. "We're supposed to be invading Earth, but we're not. In fact, we're supposed to be tearing this place apart limb from limb! But we're protecting it. You see, we're kinda refugees ourselves."
"Oh, yeahyeahyeah," Do-Wah chipped in. "If our Emporer catches us-"
"We're dead as a Martian Rythm tiger." 2-T got some strange looks from everyone who was not Martian. "Old Martian animal, been extinct for centuries."
"Martian refugees. Strange, but acceptable." Rena smiled. "Fine. Do as you wish, Einstien. May the Luck Dragon spread his wings over you."
"You as well, your grace." Einstien again bowed as Rena's image disappeared. "Our Prime Minister."
Einstien turned towards B-Bop. "You have got a way with words. It's hard to get our Prime Minister to believe anything!"
"B-Bop-A-Luna, idea factory."
"Guys," interrupted Mike. "I think we'd better leave before Atreyu turns into a Thanksgiving dinner."
After a short flight, the eight heroes arrived at the silo. Voices could be heard through the door.
"So, the dissection is to take place tomorrow, Dr. Hacksaw?"
"Yes, Muldoon. I've told you that about a hundred times."
"Are you sure you don't want to move it to tomorrow?"
"You are a wuss, Muldoon."
Einstien waited until the voices disappeared, then ripped the door open again.
Cedric peered down the hatch. "I wonder how much it cost to fix the door."
"Don't care," yelled Einstien. He jumped down the hatch. "WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHOOOOO-" THUNK! "OW!"
One by one, the Martians and the kids jumped down. Soon, they started down the hall holding hundreds of caught, drugged, and even chryhoginically frozen.
Angela stopped as she saw a recently caught species of alien that resembled a cecntaur with a goat's head and hoofs for hands. It looked at her with pleading eyes.
"Shouldn't we be worried about the other aliens, guys?" She put her hand on the glass. "They seem pretty upset."
Suddenly, a huge version of the centaur-goat charged at Angie, slamming his head against the glass. Angela screamed and jumped back, landing on her back.
B-Bop helped her up. "Mabye we shouldn't worry about all of them. Now, come on." Angela took on more look at the centaur. It squealed helplessly at her before being pushed away by her huge counterpart.
"Remember what happened when I let the Chibit loose?" called Cedric from up the hallway. "Not pretty."
Cedric suddenly stopped at one alien. It was a human! Or, at least, she looked like a human. She had long brown hair, and she was extremely under- fed. She also had a tail growing out of her hind end. She wore a simple purple jumpsuit, with a lily of the valley corset.
"Man. Now, this is pretty."
"No time for distractions, come on Cedric." Do-Wah dragged Cedric away from the little girl in the capsule.
As they grouped rounded a corner, they suddenly stopped.
A huge bald eagle, Atreyu, sat tied to the ground with energy ropes, peirced with needles and IVs. He stared at them wearily. His eyes were a dull gray.
"Treeeeeeeeeaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaarr!" His call was weak and shaky.
"What'd they do to you?" asked Einstien. He walked up to Atreyu, revering him like the god he was. Atreyu once again looked at him tiredly.
"Poor thing." 2-T masaged the eagle's huge wing, which was missing a few feathers. "Hacksaw did this, obviously. Muldoon isn't even this bad."
"EW!" yelled Mike. "THIS NEEDLE'S RUSTY!"
"They all are," noted 2-T.
"This is inhuman!" B-Bop was disgusted. "Do they know they use these things on the aliens?"
"Maybe we should be worried," counterred Cedric. "If they did this to Atreyu, they've done it to all of the drugged aliens. And they're gonna do it to the new ones."
"Just wait a minute, and I might be able to fix it," mumbled 2-T, who was already looking for a way to set Atreyu loose on his Gauntlet.
"Let's hope he survives this," whined Einstien.
Soon, 2-T had configured his Gauntlet beam to the right frequency. After one shot, the energy ropes and needles all shot out of him. He stood on his toes and stretched his wings, looking ragged, yet strange majestic and mystical. And big. Much bigger than in the picture.
"FREEZE, ALIEN SCUM!"
Everyone turned to see Muldoon and Hacksaw. Muldoon held his MATD.
"Surrender the alien," said Hacksaw. He pointed a ray gun at him. "Or pay with your lives."
To be continued....
Disclaimer: Not all pro-BUM fanfics are doomed to stay first chapter. Shout out to Becky! The BUM lover who urged me on to finish the story! (Sorry about not using Lilly, but I'll write a second story for her) Also, shout out to MiriahoftheWind, for her fic, "The Sun in San Francisco; The Things I'd Do For You". Nice girl. SECOND CHAPTER! COMING UP!
"ATREYU!"
Einstien jumped onto the computer console, growling and baring his teeth.
"Further action is to be taken with the alien by fellow alien hunter, Dr. Hacksaw."
"Okay, now I'm worried." 2-T walked up to the console. "If I know Hacksaw, Atreyu's his latest dissectie."
"NO!" Einstien pressed his face against the TV. "We need to help Atreyu!"
"That'll take a little thought," said B-Bop. "Emphasis on 'a little'. Let's go-"
Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep.
"That'd be my com-link," explained Einstien. "It's under my quills. Angel, or whatever your name is, could you get that?"
Einstien raised a patch of quills. A small, egg-shaped, metal device was intertwined with his many quills. Angela carefully pulled the com-link out of the mess of spines, but still manage to slice herself.
"OW!" she quickly stuck her finger in her mouth, dropping the com-link. It blossomed open like a flower, and a holographic image popped up. It was a strange creature, half-human, half-golden fox. It's head was completely fox, while the body was human. Its thick hands resembled paws, while its tiny paw feet seemed uncannily stable for their size. Her tail was half the length of her body, and twice as thick. Her eyes were, if that's possible, a deeper blue even that Angela's eyes. Over her chest, she had a large chest plate that went down to her stomach in a point. In the middle was a large ruby, the border was covered with diamonds, and the inside portion was specked with emeralds. (Renamon with a chestplate).
"Our Prime Minister." Einstien bowed.
"Cadet Einstien," the Prime Minister began, "I'm surprised you didn't send me a progress report sooner. It's not like you." She looked towards the Martians, and then the kids. "You picked up refugees?"
"What?! Nonononononono!" Einstien seemed nervous. "These are not refugees, these are just a few civilians who are helping me find Atreyu."
The Prime Minister narrowed her eyes. "You are not to disclose our location to non-refugees. They may try to come and collect their victims. Especially Martians."
"Um," B-Bop interrupted, "If I may, Miss....."
"Rena."
"Miss Rena, yes. You see, we're not technically part of the Martian fleet." Despite several looks of confusion from everyone in the room, B-Bop continued. "We're supposed to be invading Earth, but we're not. In fact, we're supposed to be tearing this place apart limb from limb! But we're protecting it. You see, we're kinda refugees ourselves."
"Oh, yeahyeahyeah," Do-Wah chipped in. "If our Emporer catches us-"
"We're dead as a Martian Rythm tiger." 2-T got some strange looks from everyone who was not Martian. "Old Martian animal, been extinct for centuries."
"Martian refugees. Strange, but acceptable." Rena smiled. "Fine. Do as you wish, Einstien. May the Luck Dragon spread his wings over you."
"You as well, your grace." Einstien again bowed as Rena's image disappeared. "Our Prime Minister."
Einstien turned towards B-Bop. "You have got a way with words. It's hard to get our Prime Minister to believe anything!"
"B-Bop-A-Luna, idea factory."
"Guys," interrupted Mike. "I think we'd better leave before Atreyu turns into a Thanksgiving dinner."
After a short flight, the eight heroes arrived at the silo. Voices could be heard through the door.
"So, the dissection is to take place tomorrow, Dr. Hacksaw?"
"Yes, Muldoon. I've told you that about a hundred times."
"Are you sure you don't want to move it to tomorrow?"
"You are a wuss, Muldoon."
Einstien waited until the voices disappeared, then ripped the door open again.
Cedric peered down the hatch. "I wonder how much it cost to fix the door."
"Don't care," yelled Einstien. He jumped down the hatch. "WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHOOOOO-" THUNK! "OW!"
One by one, the Martians and the kids jumped down. Soon, they started down the hall holding hundreds of caught, drugged, and even chryhoginically frozen.
Angela stopped as she saw a recently caught species of alien that resembled a cecntaur with a goat's head and hoofs for hands. It looked at her with pleading eyes.
"Shouldn't we be worried about the other aliens, guys?" She put her hand on the glass. "They seem pretty upset."
Suddenly, a huge version of the centaur-goat charged at Angie, slamming his head against the glass. Angela screamed and jumped back, landing on her back.
B-Bop helped her up. "Mabye we shouldn't worry about all of them. Now, come on." Angela took on more look at the centaur. It squealed helplessly at her before being pushed away by her huge counterpart.
"Remember what happened when I let the Chibit loose?" called Cedric from up the hallway. "Not pretty."
Cedric suddenly stopped at one alien. It was a human! Or, at least, she looked like a human. She had long brown hair, and she was extremely under- fed. She also had a tail growing out of her hind end. She wore a simple purple jumpsuit, with a lily of the valley corset.
"Man. Now, this is pretty."
"No time for distractions, come on Cedric." Do-Wah dragged Cedric away from the little girl in the capsule.
As they grouped rounded a corner, they suddenly stopped.
A huge bald eagle, Atreyu, sat tied to the ground with energy ropes, peirced with needles and IVs. He stared at them wearily. His eyes were a dull gray.
"Treeeeeeeeeaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaarr!" His call was weak and shaky.
"What'd they do to you?" asked Einstien. He walked up to Atreyu, revering him like the god he was. Atreyu once again looked at him tiredly.
"Poor thing." 2-T masaged the eagle's huge wing, which was missing a few feathers. "Hacksaw did this, obviously. Muldoon isn't even this bad."
"EW!" yelled Mike. "THIS NEEDLE'S RUSTY!"
"They all are," noted 2-T.
"This is inhuman!" B-Bop was disgusted. "Do they know they use these things on the aliens?"
"Maybe we should be worried," counterred Cedric. "If they did this to Atreyu, they've done it to all of the drugged aliens. And they're gonna do it to the new ones."
"Just wait a minute, and I might be able to fix it," mumbled 2-T, who was already looking for a way to set Atreyu loose on his Gauntlet.
"Let's hope he survives this," whined Einstien.
Soon, 2-T had configured his Gauntlet beam to the right frequency. After one shot, the energy ropes and needles all shot out of him. He stood on his toes and stretched his wings, looking ragged, yet strange majestic and mystical. And big. Much bigger than in the picture.
"FREEZE, ALIEN SCUM!"
Everyone turned to see Muldoon and Hacksaw. Muldoon held his MATD.
"Surrender the alien," said Hacksaw. He pointed a ray gun at him. "Or pay with your lives."
To be continued....
