Origins
A young dark skinned woman in a laboratory coat was working diligently along with her colleagues on a breakthrough in law enforcement technology. The woman had long, curly jet black hair that was tied back so it wouldn't get in her eyes as she conducted experiments. She, along with six other colleagues, was working together with Dr. Kat Manx on an experimental project that could benefit the world. They sought out to complete the project of metamorphosis in order use its technology for future endeavors in the department of Space Patrol Delta. The young woman was also working with a young man with dark brown hair, also donning a laboratory coat. They were working on research for the new protective armor for the law enforcement services.
"So how's the new baby, Roderick?" the woman asked as she looked in through her microscope, striking up casual conversation.
"You know, Jean, I never thought that parenthood could be so hard. It's been two weeks since me and the Anna brought her home, and little Elizabeth has been non-stop ever since," as the man said as he began examining microscope slides. He pulled a handkerchief out of his pocket, and dabbed his forehead.
"I know what you mean. It's never easy adjusting to something like becoming a parent for the first time." Jean replied as she adjusted the focus on her microscope.
As they continued on with their research, out through the doors walked a feline alien creature, Dr. Kat Manx. Kat came along bearing imperative news. She had a concerned look on her face that alerted the two that the seriousness of the situation.
"Janine, Roderick, I have something urgent that I have to tell you. I don't know how to say it say I'll come right out and say it. All the research that's being conducted the past year, it's going to have lasting effects on your genetic make-up. I still need to do some extensive testing but no doubt about it, there will be some after effects that you may experience. Everyone involved in the research is going to be affected. I don't know how they will be affected but there will be likely symptoms."
"But I don't feel any different," Roderick replied.
"Scanners have detected changes in the genetic DNA code from the other researchers and most likely you have been affected as the others have. We'll need to run further testing," Kat explained.
"Can these side affects be fatal?" asked Jean with a concerned expression on her face.
"They don't seem to be, but I still need to run more tests. But there's no telling what the ramifications of this exposure to this technology can have," Kat answered.
"Dr. Manx, the commander alerted us of the urgent news about the potential side effects that we might experiences," another woman in a laboratory coat said as she entered the room. She had curly blonde hair that was tied in ponytail. Two other colleagues entered behind her. One of them was a man, with light brown hair who wore glasses that edged to the tip of his nose. He had deep emerald green eyes that gleamed through his glasses. The other was a young woman with sky blue eyes and short brown hair.
"Kat, do you really think that our research has contributed to this these effects?" the blond scientist inquired.
"Allison, my theory is that a long term exposure to substances and materials not indigenous towards Earth, along with the strong energy sources used in our technology, may result in genetic mutation."
"Kat, I have readied the bio scanners, and can start whenever you are ready," the man in glasses informed the feline.
"Thanks Brett, I really appreciate it. Anyone want to volunteer to go first?" Kat purposed.
"I'll go first," the brown haired woman beside Brett answered. "The sooner we find out about this mutation, the better."
"I agree, the sooner will get the results from the bio scan, we'll be able to see what we are dealing with," Kat urged.
"Alright Leyla, just follow me to the scanners. It shouldn't take too long," said Brett as he adjusted his glasses.
As the two scientist walked down the corridor, Kat along with Roderick, Jean, and Allison looked at each other nervously.
That night, the sky was filled with a misty fog over the downtown pier as the air was filled with the scent of murky salt water.In a rundown abandoned warehouse, an alien with a wing-like cape awaits for his associate to arrive. He waited there patiently in the cold, dark warehouse among the scavenging rats. His eyes flashed bright red as he grew impatient with every passing second. This creature wore a protective shield over his head, as his is a wanted felon throughout several galaxies. He grew more edgy as he clenched his fists. Suddenly he heard a voice from behind him.
"I see you are doing well for yourself," a gray and black serpent like creature, with metallic arms and legs clothed in a long black cloak. He was stroking his razor sharp katana as his long black tongue slithered between his fangs.
"You've kept me waiting for long enough, Sevistrus."
"Well, nice to see you too, Broodwing. Now what's this special assignment you've got for me?"
"I want you to be on the lookout. SPD is currently in the early developmental stages of advance technology and I want as much information you can get. Once they complete their development, I want you to steal it. I have crucial plans for their research in the future. Here, I'm giving you a file of names of SPD technological researchers that are working on this project. I want you and your men to obtain valuable information from them by any means necessary" the bat-like alien instructed giving his business partner a disc with files on SPD researchers.
"That's quite an assignment you have for me. You know I do not come cheap for such services, especially for an elaborate plan such as this one"
"All in good time, you will be paid, Sevistrus, all in good time. Once I have the information I require, I can start constructing a vast array of weaponry that can be at your command," Broodwing said temptingly.
"And you say I must get this SPD technology by any means necessary?" the serpent-like alien confirmed.
"By any absolute means necessary," Broodwing reiterated strongly.
"Heh, that should not be problem," as Sevistrus laughed sinisterly as he started to wipe blood off of his katana.