Experiment 135

Aloha once more! Not much from me, but:
Pa'a ka waha, nana ka maka; hana ka lima. E-mail me for translation if you want.

Ps, I'll be needing some reader input. I'll explain at the end.

Hup, one, two, Down, one, two, hup, one two, down, one, two. This balance bar stuff is easy! I hear a noise. I look to see Jumba knocking at the window.

"Enough of this dilly-dallying, 135. Time to repay the missed training." He says angrily, staring at me, frowning. I roll my pitch dark eyes. Not this again! I miss one simulation ages ago-! I jump down of the balance bar and land perfectly. I'm not being boastful, I mean, perfectly. Hey! I've been designed for it! I walk out on all fours, yawning. Man, I'm feeling tired after last night. I stayed up with 601, him punching at me and me dodging. We were both testing out our abilities, his fighting ability and my reflexive dexterity. (I like saying that! 'Reflexive Dexterity'.) Jumba opens the door and frowns at me as I walk towards him. "Hurry up. You are already 5 minutes late."

"Hey, calm down, big guy." I say, not looking at him, smirking. "The only thing that matters is the actual here and now. The past is behind us and the future-? Who gives one?" That's one of my usual sayings. He grabs one of my thin, upright ears and yanks sharply, pulling my fore-feet off the ground. "Aah! Hey, leggo', will ya'?"

"You just shut up!" he growls, letting go. "I designed you with the agility of the greatest gymnasts in the galaxy, not to be a smart-mouth."

"(Alright, alright…)" I growl, rubbing my ear. "What level are we starting on?"

"I was going to start at level 13, but because of that, it's now level 17." He grins. Aw, man! I've only ever got to level 15! He walks away down the corridor, me following. The walls are polished metal, so I can get a good look at myself.

I'm 4 ft long, 4 ft high, navy blue fur all over me, minus around my eyes, my stomach and my chest, which sky blue and a white collar of fur around my neck. My eyes are wide and black, my nose is flat, one tooth pokes over my bottom lip, my ears are thin, standing upright by the sides of my head, two tiny antennae between them, three pointed quills on my back and a long tail. My front and back legs and my back feet are like that of any other quadruped-al experiment, but my front feet are very different. My feet are, er, E.g. look at the base of a tree. The trunk is my leg and the roots on top of the soil are my 5 toes, thin webbing spread between them.

"Enough of this self-admiring." The big guy growls, opening the training room door. "Hurry up." He walks in, me following. I stand in the middle of it while the big guy walks through another door and into the control booth. I can see him through the observation window. He presses a few buttons, then a big blue one.

"(Here we go again…)"I sigh. The room shimmers for a second, and then it's replaced with a purple watered swamp-like place. I'm on a small, sandy island and in front of me, there's a line of tall, wide poles. "So, what do I do now?" I ask the surroundings.

"Survive." I hear Jumba say through the speakers. Suddenly, the island starts sinking. I yelp and jump onto one of the poles. The island sinks, hissing. "Do not slip!" he warns. "That is highly concentrated acid." Uh-huh? Sure it is(!) I climb up the pole and balance on my front feet. I decide to show off by balancing on one foot. The pole starts sinking as well. I wait until the top is nearly covered, then flip onto the next one, climbing to the top.

"I should warn you, this is the easy part." No duh(!) The one I'm on is sinking. I jump to the next, landing on the top. This one is smaller, thinner, and no sooner as I put my full weight on, it starts sinking. I jump to the next, same thing. Soon it's a frantic bound from pole to pole, them sinking quickly as soon as I land.

I glance up, seeing solid ground in the distance. I land on the last pole. 2m away from the shore. I panic slightly as the one I'm on starts to sink. An idea comes into my head. I grab the pole; pull it back until I'm centimetres off the acid, then push off the previous pole stub, sending me hurtling through the air. I land on the shore, barely missing the 'acid'.

"Hah!" I yell triumphantly, looking back. I look up at the thing in front of me. It's a large, square building made of corrugated metal. I wonder if I'm supposed to go in there(?) I walk around it for the door. Hmm(!) No door(!) I look up to the roof. I step back to see a something on the roof. I run forward and jump onto the side of the building.

My front feet find all the little cracks in the metal and squeeze in, expanding to keep me on it. My back claws stab into the surface, giving me a stable position. I pull a front foot off and start to climb. It's a lengthy process, taking almost 2 minutes. But I get there, pulling myself up. I look around to see a curved metal air vent, just small enough for me. Wow(!) What are the odds(?) I rip the front grille off and climb in. I crawl down it, sticking with my feet.

"Now, you are getting near the end." I hear in the vent, echoing. I would growl, but I'm too busy not falling to my death. I'm walking straight down, looking for light. An opening appears in front of me on the floor. Well, the floor of the vent to me. I crawl in and drop down. I'm standing up properly now. I walk forward, looking through the side grilles. It's just a bunch of rooms. I prick my ears up as I hear a noise.

I turn to see a criss-cross of a laser-grid coming towards me. Oh, that's original(!) Jumba's been watching too many spy movies again. I pick up speed as it comes after me. I glance through the grilles, looking for a way out. No chance. Ahead of me I can hear a humming. I look up to see a spinning fan. Great(!) Sliced or diced! What a choice(!) I time the blades, ignoring the fizzing behind me. I pause for a mille-second, and then jump. Oops. Timed wrong. I snarl as the blades cut into me, shredding my shoulder. I burst through the other side, taking the fan with me. I fall about two metres then crash into the floor, showered by bits of fan, my blood splattering on the white walls. I snarl, clenching my teeth as I try to stand up to no avail.

I'm gonna' KILL Jumba for this! I try and shake it off, staggering to the wall. I bang against it, looking round. I see about 20 robotic air rifles aimed at me. Just. Brilliant. Them things got me last time.

I ignore the pain as they fire, forcing myself to twist and turn to avoid the bullets. I feel a few nicks at me, aiming for my shoulder. Now, that's just unfair, going for the weak spot! That's my tactic!

I jump up on the walls and leap from one side to another. It's faster, but harder to dodge the bullets. One gets me through one of my quills. It's painless, but it could be permanent. Thanks, Jumba(!)

I jump off the wall, tucking myself into a ball and rolling down the rest of the hall. I've no idea where I'm going, but I'm getting away from the rifles! I collide with the wall and un-furl, vaulting down a side corridor. I pause a second to catch my breath.

Suddenly, a small, thin slot opens up at floor level beside me, and out comes 4 domes on wheels. Blades extend around the edges of them and start to spin, heading towards me. Can't Jumba let me have a 5 second break?!? I'm about to jump at the wall when hundreds of small, sharp points extend from them. I growl to him as I leap over the blade-bugs. I run off as they wheel after me. And they're fast.

"Be hurrying up, 135." I hear Jumba laugh. "I forgot to say, after your entry, the base has slowly started sinking into the acid." …What? I glance back. Behind me, I can see the bugs and a thin layer of green stuff on the floor. It catches up with the last most bug and I can smell burning metal.

Up ahead I can see a door. This must be it. I ram into it with my good shoulder, and the door burst open. I jump in and slam the door shut, hearing the smashing sounds of the bugs who forgot to stop. I finally pause to hyperventilate, then I look around.

The room is filled with loads of high-tech stuff and is mostly metal. I smell burning wood, so I decide to do something. Sharpish. I climb onto the desk and find a switch and a few photos. Hmm. Which one? I was designed to be a spy kind of person, so it's the pics. I grab them with my mouth. Now to get out of here. I look round for a way out, then look up. Aha! A door! I run to it and push it open. The whole room shimmers as I hear:

"MISSION PASSED." I grin to myself, spitting the pictures out. Ow! I think I got a paper cut on my tongue! The lab is replaced by the training room. Jumba comes in, grinning. I don't see why, I've nearly been ripped to shreds!

"Good work, 135!" he laughs, patting me on the head. "You have made much progress." Ooh(!) Gratitude(!)

"Yeah, yeah." I say, limping away from him and out the door. I don't really care for all that affectionate stuff. Apart from with my girlfriend.

Now, here's your part. I can't decide on a girlfriend for 135. Anyone any ideas? (yes, VOID, is has to be a girl!) OC's are welcome, as long as I know:
1. They're name and No.
2. They're ability.

Alright, thanx!!