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Log 1.1.0.5
This is a copy of a disk that details the life of Vonix, I-0002851, honored pilot in the Irken military, before her conviction of the death of Tallest Miyuki. This disk proclaims my innocence; it was not I who killed Miyuki. To most, this would seem to be a blunt lie, but I plead that you listen to the information this disk holds.
The information on here was gathered by different accounts, both live and dead. It will hopefully answer your questions about her death, and the events that followed. If I cannot present this disk to the Control Brain that convicted me, please present it to the Courts so that they can listen too.
The following accounts were taken from PAK numbers:
G-3535972 (Recordings)
G-3539847
P-6242409
Planet Irk: 46 Years Ago, in the Birthing and Fertilization Facility
Cold, unfeeling eyes watched their measurements carefully. One small mistake, and the next scientist, invader, server, or Tallest would be ruined forever. Their three-fingered hands moved swiftly over a case of tubes, each containing a small, green orb. One scientist took the sterilized pipettes and read off the labels.
"Medic class; medium build, no defects."
"Solder class; small build, no defects."
"Scientist class; small build, no defects."
"Worker class; very small build, no defects."
"Invader class; large build, possibly Tall---…"
The scientist, Haff, looked at this label carefully. His green eyes scanned the Irken words, eyelids drooping in doubt. He turned to his team of genetic technicians and sighed. His team knew what this meant, and they lowered their antennae in disbelief. "Another Tall gene collection with a defect." He looked down again at his tube, and grinned. "Apparently, this Tall Irken was too ambitious to settle down as a conqueror in the outlying planets. He was terminated a few years ago." Haff looked again. "He was also almost as tall as Miyuki. His name was…" He slid the tube around in his hand to see the other side and whispered. "His name was Voxem, or Vox. Conquered about six planets before he went off to challenge Miyuki about the ownership of those planets."
Fogle took off her goggles and sat down on the table with the test tubes. She grabbed Voxem's gene container and read it to herself. "You sure it wasn't his PAK?" The other gene technicians nodded their heads in agreement; it was common knowledge that most defects came from a bad PAK.
Haff's green eyes looked away. "I'm sure it was his genes. After his termination, they tested his PAK and found that it was completely normal. That's why we watch the genes in the gene pool for the smeets." He looked up and sighed. "We don't want another Voxem trying to take over half a sector."
Haff looked around wistfully, and dangled the tube from his hand. A robot arm glided down from the coils of the ceiling and retrieved the tube. He left the room silently, telling everyone in ten minutes that it would be time to return to their living quarters. Ten minutes passed, and the team started to leave the room. Fogle said she would be out in a minute. The lower technician bowed, and left the room.
Fogle shrugged, rubbed her antenna, and went back to work, adding in appropriate amounts of DNA to the test tubes of smeet embryos.
"P- 2398814 is complete."
"R- 2593211 is complete."
"G- 2593212 is complete."
"M- 1863401 is complete."
"R- 2593212 is complete."
She looked around, and separated the embryos M- 1863401 and R- 2593212 from the rest of the rack. A leg from her PAK reached out and she grabbed onto it. A small droplet of dark purple, almost indigo genes rested on the end of the leg, and Fogle grinned. She carefully placed a few drops, maybe two or three into R- 2593212, and started on M- 1863401. However, she heard footsteps coming closer to the portal, and panicked. The female Irken added eight drops of the fluid, and cursed. She didn't want that much to go into the smeet. Fogle retracted her leg into her PAK, and turned around. She saw the lower technician with a stun gun, and so raised her hands.
"Trying to pollute our race with bad genes and defects, Fogle?" The lower technician raised the gun to her opponent's PAK, and looked around the female. Already one tube had become partially indigo, while the other was its natural color. The technician looked at Fogle, and pulled the trigger.
They pulled the trigger a bit too late. Fogle dodged the blast, and pierced the technician with one of her spider legs through their PAK. She watched the technician shudder, and finally fall still. She turned back around, and put the tubes back on the rack.
Fogle grinned, and then shook as an electrical shock went through her system. She glanced behind her, and saw the lower technician lying on the floor, grinning. She felt the cold numbness on her back come over her body, and saw nothing.
Reporters and officials stormed the laboratory the next morning, reporting a story that an Irken researcher, Fogle (P- 2074822), had been murdered by a lower technician during the evening. Most took pictures of the scorch marks on the ground, and what remained of both PAK's. One PAK was melted into one ball of metal, and the other had all the images of what had happened, but without sound.
All that appeared of the second PAK's information was that the lower Irken had gotten a stun gun from the post outside of the facility, and approached Fogle. She, of course, reacted in self- defense, stabbing him through his PAK. It blacked out, and then appeared again, except that he then shot Fogle in the back, blasting her PAK, and eventually frying her squiggly spooch and brain.
Haff and the remainder of his team stood in the observation deck above the laboratory, watching the flood of traffic coming in and out. His crew was down from seven to five, and he was training about three new workers out of the five. Of course, he had led everyone down to the bodies to show what they were up against: traitors from the inside. Haff had taken the new trainee's antennae, and nailed them to the door as a warning to others.
All the reporters had left, and Haff was alone in the room. He bent over, and ran a gloved finger over a scorch mark on the floor. Some of the grime came away in his finger, and he smelled it. Avotec 65-DZ Stun Gun, he concluded, and wiped it away on his coat. His fingers traced the desk next to him, feeling the cold smoothness of the embryo tubes and the large stacks of folders. He looked towards the metallic walls, and smiled. Pictures were tacked on the wall, images of the team smiling in front of the stacks of tubes. Haff was standing in the center, holding a newborn smeet, and Fogle was standing next to him, playing with the smeet.
He looked away from the picture, and found the paper that he was looking for. It was the protocol list that Fogle was following to develop the smeets. Haff looked it over and went to step #7. Add the Vortian liquid gears to the developing smeets. This will aid them in later years as this will help them accept their required implants. It will also help rid the developing smeet of physical defects in their tube. He walked over to a large chest of drawers and opened a drawer labeled 'Vortian Products.' He pulled out a large, crystal jar with a clear jelly inside. Haff turned over the jar, and read the expiration number. Thankfully, it would expire in a few years, and so he took a syringe and put it through a film covering on top of the jar. The Irken pulled the plunger, and withdrew the needle. He concentrated, and added the gears to the five developing smeets.
About One Year Later
"Welcome to life, Irken child."
"I love you, cold unfeeling robot arm!"
The small newborn, magenta-eyed smeet was whisked away down a shaft to the training center. Haff and Miyuki nodded in improvement. This was the fourth smeet born out of the batch of five this day. The fifth was expected in another few minutes, as the average time between each 'birth' was about seven minutes. Miyuki sat down in a cold metal chair on the observation deck. Haff continued to stand, and monitored the time on a nearby Vortian-made clock.
Miyuki closed her eyes, and relaxed, tilting back her head. So far, this day was moving quite smoothly, as each smeet had been perfect in their mannerisms and reactions. One had been born with magenta eyes, one with green, one red, and one purple. The two leaders were only waiting on the other red-eyed smeet. She opened her dark green eyes, and watched Haff pace nervously in front of the clock. About four minutes to go. She grinned, and chuckled.
"Haff, you need to relax. You're going to wear out your boots if you keep up the pacing."
Haff stopped, and twiddled his fingers. He looked up at Tallest Miyuki and smiled. "It's always a momentous thing when a smeet is born, you know." "That's why I'm here, Haff." Miyuki sighed. "Smeets are what keep the Irkens going. They are the replacements of today's Irkens." Haff shook his head, and looked back at the clock. Any minute now…
They heard the sound of glass shattering, and looked over the balcony. They saw a pale green smeet lying on the floor, while a machine attacked a PAK to its back. The arm drew away, and returned, giving the smeet an electrical shock. The smeet didn't move. Haff looked quickly at Miyuki's questioning stare, and commanded the machine to deliver another shock. It did, and drew away again. The smeet jumped up and screamed.
Miyuki held her head as the smeet screamed. "There's something wrong with that smeet," she yelled. Haff bowed, and ran down to the hover pad. It took him down to ground level, and he ran over to the smeet. He turned it over, and gasped. It had curled antennae, closed eyes, and long eyelashes. He put his had over her mouth, and shouted back to Miyuki, "Something's wrong with her hands!" Miyuki jumped over the barrier, and hovered over to Haff. He grabbed the smeet's hand, and lifted it to Miyuki. She gasped; half of its third finger on each had was missing. The smeet screamed again, and tried to fight off Haff's touch. He held her away, and her eyes popped open.
He nearly dropped the smeet. Her eyes were a deep shade of indigo. Miyuki took the smeet from Haff, and inspected it herself. She saw its indigo eyes, and called for the computer. "Why aren't her fingers formed properly?"
"Lady Tallest, the smeet did not accept the Vortian liquid gears that would have helped her develop."
She held the smeet up, and a computer arm grabbed it. It whisked it away, to another separate chamber. Miyuki sank down in disbelief, and held her head again. The only time she had seen eyes like those was in her rival. She shot a glare at Haff, and hovered to the separate chamber. She saw the shadows of machines peeling back skin and inserting metal joints and rods to the smeet's third fingers. The smeet cried out as its skin was sauntered back in place, over the metal extensions. It was dropped into a tube to the training center, and the only other sound that was heard was that of the computer.
"Welcome to life, Irken child."
End Log 1.1.0.5
