Ok, in this chapter, Randall learns of the connection between him and 301.......not much else to say but enjoy! Tell me what ya think.
Chapter 2 Boggs or 301?
Record: 246B
Experiment: 301 Classified
Experimenter: Jumba
Subject name 301
Process: Beginning
A screen popped up of the one scientist.....Jumba. In the background were cages of many creatures.....all seeming or the reptilian species.
"This is the log of Jumba!" This will be a record of my genius genetic experiment! I will be carried through history! After all, 301 times the charm!" Jumba said, him standing in the middle of what seemed to be a lab.
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Randall looked at the screen smugly, seeming to chuckle a bit. "(Boy....what a nut...)" He thought, turning his eyes to the door to see guards standing outside, but then back at the screen.
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"So far, my experiments of the 300 series have.....not been what I thought. I wish to create a creature who is like a real yet new species! Being not so different from others in all cases!" Jumba said.
"Smart, fast, strong, quick thinking, and in some cases....indestructible!" Jumba continued with a laugh as he went over to a blue table, a misty glass box on it.
"That is why I'm showing this thing! To show how my genius mind was shown! But if your one of those nosey federation fella's, don't think you can use this against me!.....uh..." Jumba continued.
The screen then showed a whole bunch of scaled creatures in cages. "This is my collection which I have....collected! Being the genius I am, I will fuse them all into one being and be in the history books! Ha ha ha ha!".
The screen then showed a tube of liquid hitched into an injection needle.
"It is a simple splicing of D.N.A. and fuse ability's from one to another..." Jumba explained. "But I'm sure you knew that before watching this, if you don't, I suggest you take a shuttle bus and educate yourself the way I did!" Jumba said with a laugh as he opened the top of the case and moved the needle inside.
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"(So far all I've seen is a nut job....)" Randall pondered. "(But then again....this talking does ring a bell...)" Randall said, rubbing his left side with his cuffed hands.
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Process: Mid-Way
"I've collected reptiles because they are dangerous! I'm sure you noticed them right behind me, if not, I suggest you get glasses......But not only is this species dangerous....they are all a perfect life form needs. Intelligence, power, and all that other hible hable I said. Once I perfect 301, I will teach it! And then move on when 301 is perfect to live on!" Jumba said, sticking a needle into a snake with one eye.
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"(Injections? D.N.A? Genetics?....Sounds familiar....no...it can't be familiar)" Randall told himself. "(Err...nothing so far....)" Randall pondered, placing his front feet on the panel.
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Process: Nearing completion
"A break through! 301 has sustained each splicing of genetic D.N.A! I was surprised! He has a tough inside I must admit! Soon he will be able to be trained. I'm looking forward to seeing his progress" Jumba said, looking at the glass case.
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Randall's fronds shot up at the words, taking his feet off the panel."(What!? Him?! He?!.....So...he decided to give this 301 a little respect)" Randall pondered, becoming more interested.
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Process: Nearing Completion
"I have been asked questions about my experiments! So far they know nothing! I'm afraid they'll find out soon. I continued to transfer D.N.A. and the shared characteristics an ability's into him! Soon I will complete the experiment!" Jumba said.
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"(Jumba....that name....)" Randall pondered.
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"301 is near completion! All the D.N.A. splicing is complete! Only have to wait until his body system accepts the D.N.A. I wait and hope he pulls through!" Jumba said, looking into the box.
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"(.......Jumba....)" Randall thought, getting closer to the screen.
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Process: Success!
"Success! Experiment 301 had survived! Now I will have to modify it into a fighting machine! I will first teach him how to use his body. Walking, speaking, not using his own ability's against himself....blah blah blah" Jumba said.
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Randall moved his feet for a second, thinking. "(Strange...I always wondered how I learned to walk...for me it would probably seem hard but....how did I know? And how is it he describes me so well?)" Randall thought, looking back at the screen.
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Process: Learning
"Ah...so far I've taught 301 so much. From the simplest walking, to the design of the police cruisers, sneaked the blue prints in myself" Jumba chuckled. "He seems as if a.....somewhat, pet to me...I'm enjoying this...but I must not delay, I must continue!" Jumba said.
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"(Hmm...police cruiser? Is that the machine I saw in the swamp? I remembered it....but...did I read something about this 301?....No I didn't...I'm sure....)" Randall thought.
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"Ah.....I have a surprise for you my new genetic geniuses!" Jumba started. "I've taught him much, and he is young, but he will grow...". Jumba walked over to the case. It did have some kind of difference. He opened the top.
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Randall's eyes focused and he moved closer. "(Now what's in there?........Wait a second....that box)" Randall began in thought, but then the screen came up.
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Jumba opened the case, smiling as he placed his arms inside. He lifted.......a couple inch tall, small, yet very resembling.....purple scaled, tailed, eight limbed....sleeping................Randall....
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Randall's fronds shot up and his eyes burst open. "(NO! IMPOSSIBLE!)" Randall yelled in thought. "No! It can't be me! It must be a trick!" He yelled. "It...it can't be! I was in Monstropolis!" Randall yelled, getting closer to the screen.
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Process: Learning Loss
I'm being too suspicious! If they find out 301 is here, it'll mean all my work will be disposed of! If they don't discover 301, I can further my plans but its too great a risk! I need to hide him somewhere till this all goes behind, and until he becomes old enough! But I will have to take a scale or two to start my next production on one of the most well know creatures in the galaxies! Maybe when 301 is ready I will be able to see if he really was a success and tell him after he forgets. This will be my last entry now. I must send 301 somewhere for now. Somewhere where he wouldn't seem too different, so the federation doesn't find him!" Jumba said, nervously, scampering back over and closing the box......
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(SSSSSSHHHHHH)
The screen stopped, green static at first, but then stopping to a clear screen.....
"Wha....was....that me.....or....or..." Randall said to himself. He looked down, wishing he hadn't seen what he had seen.
"(What could I be?.....A monster...or a genetic freak?)" Randall pondered. He could hear the doors open, but care.
"(I was created?.....I....ain't me?....It....does explain why I have no parents....and....and how I felt different....how I didn't fit in....like I didn't belong there...If its true.....am I'm an experiment....where do I belong?...Where should I belong.....)" Randall pondered, looking down at himself. "(It just can't be.....)".
"Now you can convince yourself.......You seemed to be Jumba's most prized..." Came the council woman's voice, who came up. But Randall turned and got onto his feet, eyes starring like daggers.
"I AM NOT A CREATION!" Randall yelled, heading toward her.
"And another thing! This is all just a...just a trick! I want off this hunk of steel and that's t...." Randall started, but was lifted off the ground with the bulky monster grabbing his tail. "Hey!" Randall yelled, trying to jerk his tail out of the grip, but it was too strong.
"Shall I?" He asked to the council woman and squeezing Randall's tail, making him grit his eyes.
"No captain....we must let 301..." she began. "The...owww! Name's Randall!" Randall shouted. "Yes well...lets keep him in captivity" she began again.
"Captivity!? You can't do that!" Randall yelled. "By you being Jumba's creation, you are dangerous. However...for your intelligence...I'm sure we can come to a reasonable understanding..." She said, making Sundard release Randall's tail.
(Plop!)
"Ow! Hey! Watch it you big..." Randall began, but remembered the gun in Sundard's holster. Knowing it would be a mistake, he kept his mouth shut as the two guards came in.
"( This is all happening so fast! I need to see Jumba and get this straight! But I can only guess he's in prison or something! I can't get out of here by myself! I'll need help!.......But....who's gonna help me? That distress call probably won't help....I guess.....I'm....done for...." Randall thought.
He remembered, in the middle of the computer diary, he used his front left feet as hands to, at least, send a call to the only planet he knew of.....which of course....was........
I think you would know. Quite a surprise to Randall that he is 301, quite a surprise that Sundard is so pushy. But the person.....alien that can only confirm that is Jumba. What you guys think of the "log" script?