Ya' happy now Cweek and Commander R(?)
"Bored…" I complain, brushing a marble from side-to-side on the metal floor.
It's been about a fortnight since 552 got locked up, but that hasn't stopped him. He broke out, killing 359 and 274. It was disgusting… Jumba had to blast him with a molecular scrambler to stop him! Even then it didn't finish. He's playing mind games. He forced 182 to kill himself and the girl he loved. 014's sleeping next to me every night. She's terrified of him!
"Why do you keep complaining to me?" asks 600, annoyed of me disturbing him when he was trying to read his comic book. "It's not my fault the big guy made you before me!"
600 is made for defence. He's about 3ft long, light blue, except around the eyes, stomach, etc. where he's a lighter blue, a yellow zigzag stripe round his stomach, small ears, and armour plates all over his body. When he touches his two antennae together, they create a plasma shield capable of sending even 601 flying! Yet it is irresistible…
"Well, it's not my fault he's made so many!" I growl. "I mean, what sane person wants-! What number are we up to?"
"I think 626."
"-626 genetically engineered experiments running about his home?!? And another thing; Who lives in a secret base in the middle of nowhere?!? I know salesmen are annoying, but come on!"
"Yep, you let it all out(!)" he mutters.
"You're not helping."
"Good." He shoots back, turning a page. "Look, if you want something to do, go find 383. I'm sure he could hypnotise someone for you."
"Oh yeah, the peak of excitement(!)" I say, rolling my eyes. "Watching someone's eyes swirl(!)"
"Will both of you shut up?!?" Growls 532, leaning from side to side with the game controller in her claws. "If I loose a life, you two are in for a pounding!"
532 is about 3ft 7"; the usual female looks; Teal coloured fur except around her chest and so on, where it's Dark purple; she has jagged green markings on her back, around her eyes and at the end of her long antennae; her antennae rise above her head before sweeping down backwards; she has long, wide ears and a long, thin tail. She's as obsessed with computer games as 550. Maybe more. She can control the wind.
"You're almost as bad as 550." I laugh, watching her press the buttons furiously. "You two would make a good couple."
"He's an amateur." She snorts, pressing a long sequence of buttons. "I've been here longer than him, so- Yes! –So therefore I have more experience."
"Yeah…" I hear 600 vaguely say. He has got such a crush on her, I can tell. Weird… I can tell when other people are in love, but not when people love me… Must be part of my programming…
Suddenly a large klaxon is heard, pounding through the base as red lights descend from the ceiling, spinning and flashing, and a voice sounds;
"PERIMITER BREACH! PERIMITER BREACH! PER-!"
"WHAT THE BLITZNACK?!?" 600 yelps, getting up quick, looking around.
"From the sound of it, someone's broken in here!" I yell to him, my voice barely heard above the klaxon.
"We better get out of here!" he yells, running out. I'm about to follow him out when I remember 532. "532, c'mon!"
"Oh, alright!" she yells furiously, dropping the control. We run out and catch up with 600, looking for the intruders. Oh, where's that emergency route Jumba's always on about?!?
"(If you go to canteen, you are escaping correctly.)" I reel off, remembering his exact words. He programmed us all to know what to do in an emergency. "We should get to the canteen!" I yell to them both.
"Right, easier said than done!" 600 says, going pale and nodding ahead.
I look to see several guys in white uniforms things standing about. They have 'Galactic Federation' printed on their backs. One of them sees us.
"Delta, Gamma, Corinthian! Three o'clock!" he shouts to the others. The others turn and start firing at us.
"(Oh boy…)" I murmur. I hate to say this, but I'm glad I had the extra training.
I let my legs go slack, two plasma shots flying past my head as I slip to the ground. I roll to the left, avoiding another blast. I jump onto the wall and jump from side-to-side of the narrow corridor as fast as I can to confuse them.
600's shooting back at them with their own plasma, dodging from side to side, bouncing their blasts right back at them. Two out of the six get hit, being blasted backward.
532's standing still, a hurricane blasting down the corridor, her face screwed up with concentration, hands up in front of her. She sends two others flying.
"Nice one." I yell, my voice echoing slightly from the speed I'm going at. But two of the blasts get them, hitting them dead in the face. They get thrown back, knocked out. One of the guys throws a disk near them. It hovers over the top of them, a bubble appearing around them.
"TRANSPORTING…" says the machine. Suddenly 600, 532 and the machine disappear.
"Oh, Blitznack." I say, getting slightly dizzy. I jump onto the floor as they re-load, and stand completely still. They stare at me, then glance at each other.
"Did you get it?" one asks. The other shrugs, walking forward carefully. I keep still. He stops a foot away, then leans forward to look at me. A few more seconds… He's right in front of me.
Instantly I drop down and swing my hind legs round towards him. They knock his feet out from under him, yelling. I stand back up and jump on his chest.
I place my front paws on his face-visor, knocking the back of his head into the floor, hard, and push myself into the air, rolling into a ball.
I wait until I hear the other guy behind me, open up and kick out backwards, smashing him in the back of the head with my feet. I land gently, and then turn round. They're both knocked out.
"Me: One - Those guys: Zero." I laugh, kicking one body. I put a finger in my mouth and move it down in mid air, as if marking a tally chart.
I take a few steps and then realise something.
"Aw, great(!)" I groan, slapping my forehead. "The bravest thing I do in my life and nobody saw me!" I shake my head in anger as I make my way to the canteen.
After a few minutes of running and dodging, I reach the canteen. I stop outside the door and peer round.
Good news: No-one there.
Bad news: No-one there.
"Now where is it?" I wonder to myself, looking around. I think a second, then look up. "Duh!" I say to myself, seeing a loose ceiling tile. "Where no-one else could get to it!"
I walk to the wall and up it onto the ceiling. I stop on the edge of the loose tile and push it aside. I climb in and back on myself to stand on the other side of the ceiling, pushing the tile back in place.
There's a long passageway of steel plates. I walk down it quietly, glancing out of the side grilles. Now, this seems very familiar(!)
At the end of the passageway, there's a transporter-looking thing. I check the Turian instructions.
"Ok… 'This is a De-hydrator transporter combo.' Great." I murmur, rolling my eyes. "Ok… 'This will De-hydrate you and then teleport you to a safe location if the base is ever discovered. Good luck, and do not be afraid.' Easy for you to say(!)"
I walk forward into it and sit down. There's a blue button on the inside. Above it, it says 'Push.' No, really(?) Oh well. I've got nothing to lose.
I hold my breath, close my eyes and push the button.
I always stop at the wrong times, huh?
"Bored…" I complain, brushing a marble from side-to-side on the metal floor.
It's been about a fortnight since 552 got locked up, but that hasn't stopped him. He broke out, killing 359 and 274. It was disgusting… Jumba had to blast him with a molecular scrambler to stop him! Even then it didn't finish. He's playing mind games. He forced 182 to kill himself and the girl he loved. 014's sleeping next to me every night. She's terrified of him!
"Why do you keep complaining to me?" asks 600, annoyed of me disturbing him when he was trying to read his comic book. "It's not my fault the big guy made you before me!"
600 is made for defence. He's about 3ft long, light blue, except around the eyes, stomach, etc. where he's a lighter blue, a yellow zigzag stripe round his stomach, small ears, and armour plates all over his body. When he touches his two antennae together, they create a plasma shield capable of sending even 601 flying! Yet it is irresistible…
"Well, it's not my fault he's made so many!" I growl. "I mean, what sane person wants-! What number are we up to?"
"I think 626."
"-626 genetically engineered experiments running about his home?!? And another thing; Who lives in a secret base in the middle of nowhere?!? I know salesmen are annoying, but come on!"
"Yep, you let it all out(!)" he mutters.
"You're not helping."
"Good." He shoots back, turning a page. "Look, if you want something to do, go find 383. I'm sure he could hypnotise someone for you."
"Oh yeah, the peak of excitement(!)" I say, rolling my eyes. "Watching someone's eyes swirl(!)"
"Will both of you shut up?!?" Growls 532, leaning from side to side with the game controller in her claws. "If I loose a life, you two are in for a pounding!"
532 is about 3ft 7"; the usual female looks; Teal coloured fur except around her chest and so on, where it's Dark purple; she has jagged green markings on her back, around her eyes and at the end of her long antennae; her antennae rise above her head before sweeping down backwards; she has long, wide ears and a long, thin tail. She's as obsessed with computer games as 550. Maybe more. She can control the wind.
"You're almost as bad as 550." I laugh, watching her press the buttons furiously. "You two would make a good couple."
"He's an amateur." She snorts, pressing a long sequence of buttons. "I've been here longer than him, so- Yes! –So therefore I have more experience."
"Yeah…" I hear 600 vaguely say. He has got such a crush on her, I can tell. Weird… I can tell when other people are in love, but not when people love me… Must be part of my programming…
Suddenly a large klaxon is heard, pounding through the base as red lights descend from the ceiling, spinning and flashing, and a voice sounds;
"PERIMITER BREACH! PERIMITER BREACH! PER-!"
"WHAT THE BLITZNACK?!?" 600 yelps, getting up quick, looking around.
"From the sound of it, someone's broken in here!" I yell to him, my voice barely heard above the klaxon.
"We better get out of here!" he yells, running out. I'm about to follow him out when I remember 532. "532, c'mon!"
"Oh, alright!" she yells furiously, dropping the control. We run out and catch up with 600, looking for the intruders. Oh, where's that emergency route Jumba's always on about?!?
"(If you go to canteen, you are escaping correctly.)" I reel off, remembering his exact words. He programmed us all to know what to do in an emergency. "We should get to the canteen!" I yell to them both.
"Right, easier said than done!" 600 says, going pale and nodding ahead.
I look to see several guys in white uniforms things standing about. They have 'Galactic Federation' printed on their backs. One of them sees us.
"Delta, Gamma, Corinthian! Three o'clock!" he shouts to the others. The others turn and start firing at us.
"(Oh boy…)" I murmur. I hate to say this, but I'm glad I had the extra training.
I let my legs go slack, two plasma shots flying past my head as I slip to the ground. I roll to the left, avoiding another blast. I jump onto the wall and jump from side-to-side of the narrow corridor as fast as I can to confuse them.
600's shooting back at them with their own plasma, dodging from side to side, bouncing their blasts right back at them. Two out of the six get hit, being blasted backward.
532's standing still, a hurricane blasting down the corridor, her face screwed up with concentration, hands up in front of her. She sends two others flying.
"Nice one." I yell, my voice echoing slightly from the speed I'm going at. But two of the blasts get them, hitting them dead in the face. They get thrown back, knocked out. One of the guys throws a disk near them. It hovers over the top of them, a bubble appearing around them.
"TRANSPORTING…" says the machine. Suddenly 600, 532 and the machine disappear.
"Oh, Blitznack." I say, getting slightly dizzy. I jump onto the floor as they re-load, and stand completely still. They stare at me, then glance at each other.
"Did you get it?" one asks. The other shrugs, walking forward carefully. I keep still. He stops a foot away, then leans forward to look at me. A few more seconds… He's right in front of me.
Instantly I drop down and swing my hind legs round towards him. They knock his feet out from under him, yelling. I stand back up and jump on his chest.
I place my front paws on his face-visor, knocking the back of his head into the floor, hard, and push myself into the air, rolling into a ball.
I wait until I hear the other guy behind me, open up and kick out backwards, smashing him in the back of the head with my feet. I land gently, and then turn round. They're both knocked out.
"Me: One - Those guys: Zero." I laugh, kicking one body. I put a finger in my mouth and move it down in mid air, as if marking a tally chart.
I take a few steps and then realise something.
"Aw, great(!)" I groan, slapping my forehead. "The bravest thing I do in my life and nobody saw me!" I shake my head in anger as I make my way to the canteen.
After a few minutes of running and dodging, I reach the canteen. I stop outside the door and peer round.
Good news: No-one there.
Bad news: No-one there.
"Now where is it?" I wonder to myself, looking around. I think a second, then look up. "Duh!" I say to myself, seeing a loose ceiling tile. "Where no-one else could get to it!"
I walk to the wall and up it onto the ceiling. I stop on the edge of the loose tile and push it aside. I climb in and back on myself to stand on the other side of the ceiling, pushing the tile back in place.
There's a long passageway of steel plates. I walk down it quietly, glancing out of the side grilles. Now, this seems very familiar(!)
At the end of the passageway, there's a transporter-looking thing. I check the Turian instructions.
"Ok… 'This is a De-hydrator transporter combo.' Great." I murmur, rolling my eyes. "Ok… 'This will De-hydrate you and then teleport you to a safe location if the base is ever discovered. Good luck, and do not be afraid.' Easy for you to say(!)"
I walk forward into it and sit down. There's a blue button on the inside. Above it, it says 'Push.' No, really(?) Oh well. I've got nothing to lose.
I hold my breath, close my eyes and push the button.
I always stop at the wrong times, huh?