Descriptions come later. In the sequal to this.
"GET OUT OF MY SIGHT!!!!!" yelled Gantu, throwing a chair at 625 angrily. 625 ducked fearfully and ran out the room, stopping around the other side of the wall. That last insult was too much for the big dummy, and he'd gone ballistic.
"(I'm getting' really tired of that lunk-head blowin' up all the time.)" Grumbled 625, rubbing his head. He stomped off to the refrigerator. He opened it, looking for the chilli and cream. He stopped, hearing a voice. An empty voice.
"Hey, who's there?" he asked, hold of the whipped cream can. "I'm armed!"
The voice spoke.
"How do you know my name?" he asked, dropping the can.
The voice spoke.
"Er, O… K… " He stammered, looking round.
The voice spoke.
"What? Yeah, I do sometimes." He replied, glancing around again.
The voice spoke,
625's eyes lit up. "You can do that?" He frowned, thinking. "Wait, if you do that for me, what's in it for you?"
The voice spoke.
"So, I just go straight into it then?" he double-checked, rubbing his chin. He thought for a minute, then nodded. "Alright, you talked me into it."
The voice spoke.
"Yep, we have a deal."
The voice spoke, as if in front of him.
"Shake on it."
A three-fingered hand materialised in mid air, open and waiting. 625 took it and shook it. Instantly 625 felt a burning on his head. He grabbed at it, biting his lip in pain. After a few seconds, the pain stopped, and 625 looked at his reflection on the refrigerator. On his forehead, he could see a marking.
It was a symbol of a wave, with three deep scratches through the centre of them.
"Oh, whoa." Gasped 625, running his fingers over the horizontal stripes. "Is this what'll make me-" He froze, a burning pain running through him. He clutched his stomach, falling onto his knees, eyes closed. Just then, Gantu came clomping into the room.
"625, where are you, you insignificant trog?!?" he yelled, looking round. He saw 625 hunched on the floor. "625, what're you doing?" 625 turned round to look at him. Gantu's eyes widened at the sight of him. "(What on Turo…?)"
The former 625 snarled at him, eyes narrowed. A split-second later, the jet-black creature had dashed at Gantu and slashed at him, cutting a large gash at his neck. Gantu yelled, grabbing at his neck, his other hand at his blaster. He took it out at hyper-speed and blasted at 625. 625 got hit in the chest, got blasted across the room and through a wall.
The former-captain-of-the-galactic-alliance aimed his blaster again, in case it came out. He heard a thin whisper of wind. He saw the rubble move aside as it came out. It snarled at him, then hesitated, as if listening. A nano-second later, it took off, running for the ship door. Gantu raised his blaster away, watching it go. He narrowed his eyes as it opened the door and ran out.
"It is assembled…" whispered a voice.
"GET OUT OF MY SIGHT!!!!!" yelled Gantu, throwing a chair at 625 angrily. 625 ducked fearfully and ran out the room, stopping around the other side of the wall. That last insult was too much for the big dummy, and he'd gone ballistic.
"(I'm getting' really tired of that lunk-head blowin' up all the time.)" Grumbled 625, rubbing his head. He stomped off to the refrigerator. He opened it, looking for the chilli and cream. He stopped, hearing a voice. An empty voice.
"Hey, who's there?" he asked, hold of the whipped cream can. "I'm armed!"
The voice spoke.
"How do you know my name?" he asked, dropping the can.
The voice spoke.
"Er, O… K… " He stammered, looking round.
The voice spoke.
"What? Yeah, I do sometimes." He replied, glancing around again.
The voice spoke,
625's eyes lit up. "You can do that?" He frowned, thinking. "Wait, if you do that for me, what's in it for you?"
The voice spoke.
"So, I just go straight into it then?" he double-checked, rubbing his chin. He thought for a minute, then nodded. "Alright, you talked me into it."
The voice spoke.
"Yep, we have a deal."
The voice spoke, as if in front of him.
"Shake on it."
A three-fingered hand materialised in mid air, open and waiting. 625 took it and shook it. Instantly 625 felt a burning on his head. He grabbed at it, biting his lip in pain. After a few seconds, the pain stopped, and 625 looked at his reflection on the refrigerator. On his forehead, he could see a marking.
It was a symbol of a wave, with three deep scratches through the centre of them.
"Oh, whoa." Gasped 625, running his fingers over the horizontal stripes. "Is this what'll make me-" He froze, a burning pain running through him. He clutched his stomach, falling onto his knees, eyes closed. Just then, Gantu came clomping into the room.
"625, where are you, you insignificant trog?!?" he yelled, looking round. He saw 625 hunched on the floor. "625, what're you doing?" 625 turned round to look at him. Gantu's eyes widened at the sight of him. "(What on Turo…?)"
The former 625 snarled at him, eyes narrowed. A split-second later, the jet-black creature had dashed at Gantu and slashed at him, cutting a large gash at his neck. Gantu yelled, grabbing at his neck, his other hand at his blaster. He took it out at hyper-speed and blasted at 625. 625 got hit in the chest, got blasted across the room and through a wall.
The former-captain-of-the-galactic-alliance aimed his blaster again, in case it came out. He heard a thin whisper of wind. He saw the rubble move aside as it came out. It snarled at him, then hesitated, as if listening. A nano-second later, it took off, running for the ship door. Gantu raised his blaster away, watching it go. He narrowed his eyes as it opened the door and ran out.
"It is assembled…" whispered a voice.