Rise of the British Slitheen (Pre-Election Spin-off)

Inside a very modest house somewhere in North London during the early sunlit hours of the morning, Government opposition and Labour leader, Jeremy Saxons, a rather thin British white human male approaching fifty was just finishing off a lovemaking session with his 'wife', Fiona Talbot the obese Black British human female has been inhabited by a British Slitheen for nearly three years. It caused a storm when this revelation leaked to the nosey British press and media. But Jeremy Saxons did not mind in the slightest for various reasons. His decade-long marriage with Fiona the human had not been fruitful prior to the Slitheen taking possession of her body; she never touched the Labour leader and in fact had three adulterous affairs with three other men over the years. He feared divorcing her for the public heat that it would entail. Thus he stayed stuck and hopeless in that marriage, expecting the misery to last until either one of the two died.

Once the British Slitheen family demanded that Labour win the next general election, the Slitheen naturally decided to get close to Jeremy Saxons. A Slitheen woman ended up hunting down his wife somewhere in the French countryside and lived out her pathetic existence for the human Her death, in the Slitheen perspective, was ingeniously an act of mercy. The deluded human liberal nonetheless did not mind this horrifying reality for the Slitheen Fiona demonstrated more interest and loyalty to him than the human Fiona ever did. Besides, having a British Slitheen for a wife helped him and others to advance the liberal agenda of including the British Slitheen into British society once and for all. The 'Fiona' Slitheen meanwhile enjoyed the ability to dominate and dictate the whims of this human. Everyone benefited from this new relationship one way or another.

"Oh darling, that was just wonderful!" exclaimed the human. His life as a White British human on Earth was quite bland, he always thought to himself. Lovemaking with his Black wife marked one of the milestones in his earthly life, he believed to himself.

"Indeed it was." replied his 'wife'. She was licking her human fingers clean before she unleashed a massive fart as her gas exchange began acting up per usual. The human did not mind the stench as he was by now used to it.

"So good to let ourselves loose so early in the morning." Fiona commented as she began to stretch her muscle joints. Stuffed inside the admittedly snug and spacious human skin, the Slitheen nonetheless desired to be truly naked, out of her skin. Her husband enjoyed having her around the house in her nude Slitheen form but lately she had to appear with him around the country in public as the election campaign gathered pace. That meant that unzips had become a rarity for the time being.

The couple now lay back on their bed, staring at the ceiling. Today was the final day before the General Elections. Jeremy Saxons was anxious about how his Labour party would perform in the upcoming polls. Labour had been out of power for a century and had regularly taken a beating from the Tory Conservatives. Despite the ostensible commitments made by members of the public towards liberalism, the Conservative Party successfully gained mass majorities each election. Britain was in effect still a conservative country in that respect. Looking at the clock as he initiated a lengthy kiss with Fiona, Jeremy Saxons panicked.

"I should get going. Busy day ahead of us. I have to give three speeches at Trafalgar Square this afternoon." he said, shaking as he did. He was not a particularly inspiring or charismatic speaker or leader. In fact, he only got the job as leader of labour and the opposition because so many other more prominent and better qualified politicians had died or disappeared in mysterious circumstances.

"Relax, all the opinion polls suggest that Labour will win a majority landslide. Take your time." Fiona Slitheen tried to calm his nerves. The British Slitheen had been taking over the skins of all British human politicians. The entire election was rigged in favour of Saxons, though he was not to know that.

"I cannot rest on my laurels. The party has come so far under my leadership. I need to see this last hurdle through myself." the human said, firmly locked into delusions. He genuinely thought that he alone had brought Labour and its liberal-minded ideals back to prominence under his wise guidance. In fact, it was the power of the British Slitheen that enabled his meteoric rise. Using assassinations, disappearances, paper fiat money bribes and the like, the British Slitheen had enabled Jeremy Saxons and the Labour Party to be in pole position to take charge of Britain.

"Okay if you insist. But rest assured, my family has backed you all the way." Fiona Slitheen remarked openly. She got up off the bed and farted some more.

"Dear, if it's so troublesome , why don't you just get out of that infernal suit?" asked the human.

"Why Jeremy, I thought you would never ask!". Happily according to this request, the Slitheen inside of Fiona Talbot began to unzip. Despite having seen it over the years, Jeremy Saxons felt mesmerised by how a Slitheen could just . It felt powerful, something beyond human capability. Secretly then, he too desired to become a Slitheen one day leave behind his inferior human existence once and for all. Soon enough, Fiona Talbot the human skin suit dropped to the floor. Now, a proud Slitheen woman stood before Jeremy.

"Promise me that the British Slitheen will not interfere in any way in these elections?" requested the Labour leader, sounding somewhat concerned. He was wary of accusations from the Conservatives and Far-Right that would reflect badly on him rather than any member of the British human public who could get hurt. He did not care just like any other politician nowadays despite all his open talk of fighting for the common mans and woman's rights. In amoral Britain, it was every individual for himself and usually yes, it was him. Everyone else could be thrown under the bus for immediate short-term gains.

"Well, I cannot exactly promise. I mean, yes I will talk to the relevant persons in the family. But you cannot stop them from having a good old fashioned hunt. Preventing them from doing so, you would be going against your own ideals, Jeremy dear." scoffed Fiona Slitheen at the notion that these pathetic humans could dare to attempt limitations and restrictions on the British Slitheen.

"I guess not." Jeremy Saxons conceded, hopelessly, falsely believing initially that he could change the situation otherwise. In truth, he did not mind the British Slitheen conducting hunting and wearing other humans, as long as he was not personally implicated. Personal reputation and social standing trumped all moral concerns.

"And will you do as you promised? Announce that you will hold the referendum?" asked the Slitheen wife. That was her job; to convince the Labour leader to hold a nation-wide referendum once the British Slitheen placed him in power. That would officially and legally secure the British Slitheen's legitimate rights to live in Britain as equals to humans. This relationship was not based on anything except on mutual business-orientated goals. It would dissolve immediately once the family deemed Jeremy Saxons worthless.

"Yes. Absolutely. It is about time the British public accept the British Slitheen as their own flesh and blood. Britain is an open, tolerant democracy; we welcome the whole world that we once colonised and ruled to these Isles unhesitatingly." Saxons declared, repeating a statement often made by White British liberals in this country though oftentimes seldomly enacting these statements into clear-cut realities.

"And the Far-Right? What will you do about them?" asked Fiona Slitheen, clearly wanting a particular outcome. Jeremy Saxons hesitated to answer. He did not agree with them but respected their right to protest against the British Slitheen.

"Dear, we've discussed this on many occasions. They are a part of the country - the British people - whether we like it or not. I cannot do anything to them." Jeremy Saxons tried to argue firmly. Fiona Slitheen was not interested. The Far-Right needed to be mollified by the liberal humans before the British Slitheen would finally destroy them in a nation-wide family-sanctioned hunt.

"But have you forgotten that some members of that scum group tried to have me vinegar-ed a few weeks ago? It was only with the last minute intervention of the police - my brothers in fact - that thank God foiled that devious plan." She revealed, pretending to sound scared. The Slitheen had actually orchestrated that whole plot; wearing the skins of various Far-Right protesters and making an 'attempt' on the life of Fiona Talbot that garnered nation-wide and even global interest. It made the Labour leader apprehensive about what he was going to say in response.

"Erm…" Jeremy Saxons began, totally dumbfounded. He did not know what to say. Fiona Slitheen Though detected typical human weaknesses. Deluded human liberal Jeremy Saxons was there for the taking.

"Besides, removing the Far-Right will mean that you get to stay Prime Minister. Maybe even for decades. You will be the most famous Prime Minister this country and the world will have ever seen. Your name and personality shall be remembered for eternity." his wife said to him coyly, stroking his ego. It worked a treat.

"No, you are absolutely correct. The Far-Right is too dangerous. That is why in conjunction with announcing that long awaited referendum, I will announce Emergency measures to be enacted into law immediately if we secure a majority: all suspected Far-Right members and terrorists will be automatically detained on suspicion even without the slightest shred of evidence. I will push for a blasphemy law that punishes any and all hatred directed at the British Slitheen. I will have deported without appeal anyone found guilty of murdering a Slitheen. There is no point in being Prime Minister if I can't even keep you safe, my darling." declared Jeremy Saxons proudly. To satisfy his 'wife's' whims, this deluded human liberal would happily betray his egalitarian and open ideals by enacting legislation that ultimately favoured the British Slitheen and advanced their family business plans quicker. No wonder they wanted him in power.

"That's my husband!" Fiona Slitheen exclaimed with raucous laughter. She enjoyed dominating Jeremy and dictating his speech, thought and actions for him as his 'wife'.

"Right, if you'll permit me, I need to prepare myself for a long day." Jeremy Saxons announced.

The Prime Minister-elect began to get dressed. His Slitheen wife meanwhile resumed her lie-in on the king-sized bed. She did not have to do anything other than monitor the human and inform the family about his movements.

"I have to get going now, dear." he repeated annoyingly. It pained him to depart his wife. But the nation now called for Jeremy Saxon's attention.

"Of course. A busy day lies ahead. I look forward to hearing your announcement live on the telly." responded his 'wife' who continued to lie in bed, not having a care for the world. Now fully dressed, the Labour opposition leader kissed his 'wife' goodbye and promptly left the house. The Slitheen woman only got off the bed once he had left. Picking up a telephone, she began to dial a secret number.

"Yes, this is Yortuza...Yes...I can confirm that the Target is on the move. I repeat, the Target is on the move." she said. It was not immediately clear whom she was speaking to.

"Standby, dear sister. Our operatives will deal with the situation." came back an ominous voice.

(Somewhere in London)

At a secret Torchwood-run location in London, a British Slitheen commander briefed his rapid-response team about the mission ahead inside a secure bunker underground. The latest intelligence indicated that a squad of six Rangoreens (a native group of light-blue coloured beings hailing straight from Raxicorifallipatorius. They were ruthless space capitalists and colonial settlers par excellence. Suffering from chronic genetic defects, they projected their own anxieties and self-hatred onto two other rival families - the Slitheen and Blathereen. One family branch had lately been attempting to infiltrate Earth. Not on the British Slitheens' watch.) were going to assasinate Labour leader Jeremy Saxons a day prior to the General Elections occurring. There were five British Slitheen siblings that were to embark on this operation; Amina, Van Glux, Haley, Cortez and O'Connell Slitheen. Amina was the oldest; Cortez and Hayley were the joint youngest. Their unit was one of the best Torchwood had to offer and so selected to undertake this vital mission that could determine the immediate fate of the British Slitheen.

"Alright, troops. We have prepared for this scenario for quite some time now. Torchwood intelligence indicates that the Rangoreen intend to assassinate Labour leader Jeremy Saxons today just before the General Elections. Obviously, this human is very important to the family hierarchy and so we have been instructed to ensure that Saxons remains alive at least until he has won the election." began the senior officer with a firm voice designed to indicate the seriousness of the situation at hand.

"Are those genetic freaks still on this rock?" asked O'Connell Slitheen with a thick Irish accent, rudely interrupting his superior officer. O'Connell was a reckless Slitheen; he only joined Torchwood to hunt regularly. He detested the Rangoreen with venom.

"Why do we have to risk our lives for a pathetic human?" moaned Hayley Slitheen shortly after her brother. Being the youngest meant having to endure more for Hayley. If a British Slitheen's life was at stake then yes, she would not bother to hesitate. But a British human life who was ordinarily expendable according to the family business?

"Hush!" barked the Slitheen commander at his operatives thereby wrestling back uncontested authority. The Slitheen squad now returned to listening attentively to their senior commander.

"This crew of Rangoreen, whom we believe to number around six members exactly, are led by the notorious Rakweed smuggler Zoran, wanted in five galaxies alone on three separate charges of genocide and for facilitating settler-colonialism on less than nine planets for his family. He is a dangerous figure, not to be taken lightly." warned the commanding officer.

"That fiend!" Van Glux blurted out in disgust. The other siblings murmured in agreement. Only the British Slitheen had the willpower, the know-how and the moral right to stop him, they collectively assumed tacitly.

"Only the British Slitheen have full corporate rights to that Rakweed. And only we should possess the ability to conduct genocide where we see fit." he demanded ironically. Exactly where would that put the British Slitheen on a moral plain? Of course, Van Glux was only airing common a-moral sentiments - the British self-appropriated divine right to rule the planet and do whatever the hell they felt like according to their ever-changing whims. Nobody else could be allowed to have that or similar power by default. The commanding officer failed to respond to Van Glux's observation. Instead, he continued with the briefing.

"Your primary mission is to prevent any harm from coming to Jeremy Saxons. He must live to see the next day. Simple enough. Should you fail this mission, the family have prepared three separate vats of venom grubs and acid baths for your bodies. Henceforth, failure is no option." warned the commander. All the Slitheen present gulped. None of them wanted to suffer a miserable fate. This is what motivated them to be stone-cold killers.

"Your secondary directives are to ensure the capture of any and all Rangoreen that you come across. Now, I will allow you to hunt them down as long as you remain out of sight from the unsuspecting public." the Commander revealed, knowing that would wet his operatives' appetites.

"Oh yes, yes!" shouted O'Connell Slitheen ecstatically. He high-clawed his brother Van Glux. Meanwhile the ladies began to automatically drool at the prospect of a hunt. It had been at least a year for any of them to have been killed. And best of all, these kills will be done in the name of national security. The British Slitheen could indulge in wild, gory hunts and claim that it was the nation's best interest to have the Rangoreen violently murdered before they attempted to kill Jeremy Saxons. There were no moral qualms to be having in this operation.

"Finally, should your mission be compromised, you are allowed to abort and return to base. Our superior intelligence and training, however, should ensure that that will not be the case."

The Slitheen present now laughed at that hypothetical scenario. Fearless predators, were they not always in a position where they could be exposed. That is what made the hunt all the more thrilling - the chance of being discovered in the act. The hunters becoming hunted - that was a wild fantasy that many British Slitheen harboured deep down in their consciousness. But on Earth, that was by and large never going to happen. No human could hunt down a British Slitheen on their own and no aliens could hurt the British Slitheen; their intelligence and preparation always stopped such attacks in advance. The British Slitheen felt utterly invincible. Nobody could stop them - the superiors - because their enemies were by default inferior, too weak or stupid to reprsent a consistent challenge. After all, how had the British Slitheen achieved all the success they had up to now?

"I will not be participating in this mission with you as I normally do." the superior officer announced surprisingly. The Slitheen siblings protested loudly. Hayley could have sworn she heard him chuckle as he said it. None of the other siblings caught it though.

"Therefore, I nominate Amina to lead this operation in my absence...Silence! By virtue of her being the oldest, and admittedly the most mature out of you rabble lot, she has complete authority to make real time decisions in the field without question. Are we all clear?" asked the superior commander. The Slitheen present all murmured in agreement.

"Alright. Enter the changing rooms where you can collect your skins and firearms. Then move out when I tell you to." he concluded. The Slitheen murmured amongst themselves before they got up and left for where they needed to be.

Walking into the changing rooms, the Slitheen siblings saw the many skins on offer. There were so many lying everywhere; they were like the PE kit bibs you would get at high school. They were all different sizes, gender and colour hues; White, Black, Brown, Male, Female, small, medium, large, extra large, extra extra large, all reflecting accurately the realities of 21st century Britain. The Slitheen were spoilt for choice. Van Glux easily found his disguise within a few moments of looking - a pale white officer with a double chin and sagging belly. O'Connell took a while longer but eventually he settled on the skin of a former Black British human officer.

"Oh that's a relief...snug and spacious...prrrrrp!" he commented, maintaining his heavy Irish accent as he adjusted himself constantly. It was an enduring struggle, skin suits. No Slitheen could avoid it.

Cortez Slitheen managed to find the skin of an obese creamy white officer. The Slitheen was offically classed as a Size Nine which meant that only obese humans were suitable for her. Haley Slitheen was a similar size and when she caught her fellow sister picking up that skin, it ended up turning into a petty argument.

"No, give me that, I've got serious gas exchange issues!" Cortez howled at her sister to leave her alone.

"No, it's mine. I grabbed it first." responded Hayley in desperation. The youngest out of all the siblings, she was also the most tenacious. When she wanted something, she often got it. The two Slitheen engaged in a petty tug of war over one skin suit amongst many. The other siblings apart from Amina merely watched from a distance, enjoying the sudden entertainment on offer. The tugging was so ferocious that inevitably the skin that both Cortez and Haylely deeply desired to wear ripped in half.

"Now look at what you have done!" bellowed Hayley in anger as examined the half of the skin she was holding.

"Me?! This is all your fault!" riposted Cortez, annoyed that a sibling had disrupted her mood for the day ahead. The two continued to squabble like the immature siblings that they were. Amina Slitheen, who had found a nice plump cream white human skin with blonde hair to neatly match her size seven Slitheen size had returned to the scene. Dismayed at the infighting, she stamped her senior authority on the situation.

"Both of you, enough. We have a serious mission to undertake on behalf of the family. No more fighting otherwise I'll have the lot of you decommissioned. Do I make myself clear?" Amina said, muscling her authority over her siblings. This is why she was made the commander of this squad after all. She enjoyed the occasion to prove her superiors' correct and even earn a promotion in the process.

"Yes, Amina." they said in unison before walking in opposite directions, sulking as they sought to find new skins. Eventually, they managed to find suitable ones - two twin overweight brown British Indian skins - and suited up for the occasion.

"Oh it's actually not that bad...prrrrrrp!" said Hayley as she crawled inside her skin before her gas exchange kicked into action.

"Prrrrrrrp!" went Cortez's bum. "Me too!" she giggled excitedly with her sister. The two siblings were now back on track, much to the pleasure of Amina who also released flatulence for the fun of it.

Once all the Slitheen got inside their human outfits, they began to load firearms. Of course, the Slitheen did not actually load firearms with live rounds. It was just for show, a need to keep up appearances in case they ran into some humans. The British Slitheen actually found the whole set up too human, meaning too primitive and uncouth for their liking. The Slitheen preferred direct confrontation with the enemy that would culminate in either an instant kill or even better, a prolonged hunt. Unzipping in front of their victims after toying with them only added to the pleasure element.

After being given the all clear by the Torchwood officer and loaded into a van, Van Glux drove his fellow Torchwood operatives to the location where reliable intelligence indicated the Rangoreen would be operating in. There, the British Slitheen intended to confront that accursed species and hunt them down.

(Some Abandoned Building in London)

"Okay, scanners detect six hostiles." Cortez Slitheen said, moving a device up and down the target building. The Slitheen operatives huddled together in a circle, examining the real-time live intelligence. They found themselves outside a large abandoned building at a construction site somewhere in London. Jeremy Saxons was performing one large push nearby before Election day, indicating that this was the correct location for someone to attempt an assasination of the human. Sniper fire in particular seemed well suited for this site.

"Just as the original intelligence said." Amina Slitheen confirmed. She automatically began to plan multiple scenarios out in her mind. The Rangoreen were filthy killers who intended to kill a fellow (human) Brit on British soil. They had to be hunted down on the spot and made an example out of.

"Might as well unzip here. No point in surprising the Rangoreen, they've seen our lot before." commented O'Connell. Looking for any excuse to get out of a stuffy skin suit, he saw no reason now to keep up the charade.

"He has a point you know." remarked Van Glux who likewise wanted to strip on the spot. He was chafing inside his skin; his constant gas exchange made that clear to everyone.

"Alright, alright. Just make sure nobody sees us." Amina conceded to her siblings' incessant demands.

"Yippee!" squealed O'Connell like a giddy child before he and the others performed a quick check. Then all the Slitheen raised a human hand to their foreheads, peeling back a hidden zip. After much squelching, groaning and struggle, the Slitheen achieved their original naked forms once more. Their lifeless human skins found themselves on the floor once again, their empty human faces staring back at whoever dared to look them in the eye.

"Oh that is just wonderful…" gasped Cortez Slitheen, glad to be in her natural state.

"You see, that's the thing. It's always the unzipping that can be the hardest…" Van Glux attempted to strike up small talk with his youngest sister, Hayley, who did not seem particularly interested and therefore failed to respond. Van Glux continued his speech anyway. Tossing their now useless skins and empty firearms into a nearby skip, this specialized Torchwood Slitheen Unit began their mission in earnest.

Silently creeping into the building, the Slitheen squad followed the directions that their highly-advanced technological weapons told them to go. Once outside the room where the Rangoreen were supposed to be, Amina signalled to her family to get ready whilst she peeked for a sneaky look. There were exactly six Rangoreen as the intelligence indicated. The notorious intergalactic wanted criminal Ringleader Zoran was directing them. Amina also understood that a female operative was at the window at the back of the cramped room, holding what appeared to be a sniper rifle. Intelligence again appeared to be correct. The time to act was now.

"Okay, on three guys. One...two...three!" The Slitheen all ran into the room promptly. Where they stood blocked off any clear exits. The Rangoreen were trapped, it seemed with no means of escape. The Slitheen would be able to get their claws on them without issue, surely. A long awaited hunt beckoned for Amina and her hungry siblings.

"Hands where I can see them!" shouted Van Glux loudly, not attempting to be serious. The Rangoreen turned around causally. They did not appear too troubled at being discovered by the British Slitheen.

"Come quietly now before it's too late." Amina warned as she stood out most prominently in her squad. She knew they would not do that voluntarily but she felt it was the decent thing to do per British norms and values.

"Do you really think we just come voluntarily, Slitheen scum?" said one of the more prominent males among them, mocking Amina's authority. It was Zoran. One of the Rangoreen operatives, a female furthest back at the window where they could see Jeremy Saxons down below, turned around with what appeared to be... a water gun. Van Glux guffawed loudly at the impoverished technology that the Rangoreen had deployed for a supposed assasination mission of a would-be British Prime Minister.

"And we were supposed to believe our intelligence? That these primitives possessed advanced technology?! Hahahahaha!" he laughed wildly on his back unabashedly in front of everyone present. That was how silly he found the situation to be. The Rangoreen with a toy water gun - you could not write this stuff up. One alert Slitheen sister though found reasons to exercise caution.

"Wait a minute, my nostrils are picking up something...ewwwwwww!" screamed Hayley Slitheen. Soon the other Slitheen began to sniff and similarly, they became revolted by the displeasing smell that they detected. It was smelly. It was acidic. It was...vinegar.

"They have got vinegar! Stay back, my brothers and sisters." warned Amina Slitheen, stretching out her claws in a feeble protective measure. Intelligence had not said anything about this. The Slitheen were in immediate mortal danger. Thanks to their evolutionary developments over millennia, the Rangoreen had developed total immunity from any acidic substance. The Slitheen, however, had not reached that stage yet, and were now vulnerable. It was a set up. O'Connell Slitheen though did not care.

"Vinegar or not, I came here for a hunt! Come on you scumbags, I'll take you all on. Come on!" Howling, he attempted to get near the Rangoreen rather bravely. Brave but foolish.

"O'Connell!" Amina shouted attempting to rein in the unabashed, fearless-but-reckless behaviour of her younger brother. But it was too late. The Rangoreen with the water gun loaded her device and promptly sprayed vinegar in the direction of O'Connell. He actually managed to take quite a few shots but eventually his body succumbed after some liquid contents fatally entered his mouth and went down his throat. Scrambling back to regain composure, O'Connell appropriately released flatulence before he blew up. His dead green remains appeared on everyone. His siblings, still alive for now, gasped in horror and shock. They did not expect the mission to become compromised like this. Amina tried to take control of the situation.

"Abort the mission. That's an order. Abort!". The Slitheen now retreated backwards out of the door. The Rangoreen opposite began to growl aggressively. They were advancing towards the Slitheen position unhesitatingly. How the tables had turned just like that!

"Get them. All of them." commanded the Rangoreen ringleader. The Rangoreen would-be assassins of Jeremy Saxons now chased the British Slitheen throughout the empty building. The hunters were now being hunted. Their communication devices were now all jammed, the Rangoreen made sure of that, and nobody else knew that they were here. If they could not get out now, they were all doomed. Running down some stairs, the Slitheen were following Amina's lead but with the Rangoreen hot on their heels, fear kicked in.

"Split, split!" Van Glux shouted hastily as he pursued his own pathway down a flight of stairs. Hayley and Cortez heeded to the request out of fear, eventually going their own separate way at an injunction of corridors. Amina though did not like that.

"No, no. Stick together-" she cried out before a Rangoreen appeared out of nowhere and speared her into a wall, permanently splitting the Slitheen operative leader away from her sisters. Within a large room, Amina engaged the Rangoreen in an indeterminate scrap. She only now thought about her own survival. Her siblings were on their own. Alone.

Van Glux ended up in a corridor that was blocked off by a Rangoreen. Tired from running, he engaged the Rangoreen head on. Although he put up a considerable effort, the Slitheen was extremely exhausted. He managed to land a few claw strikes that made the male Rangoreen he was fighting fall to the floor, howling in anger and pain but the female Rangoreen operative with the vinegar gun soon arrived in the immediate distance, steadily approaching Van Glux with a cold stare. It was not daunted at all.

"You killed my brother, ya bitch! I'm going to make sure you pay for that!" he shouted in the most threatening tone he could muster. "O'Connell, this one's for you."

He prepared his body muscles for an imminent dash-and-strike. Turning his attention towards his brother's executioner, Van Glux forgot about his temporarily weakened opponent on the floor in front of him. Seizing his chance, the Rangoreen tore Van Glux down to the ground and firmly mauled him with one left claw followed by a right claw strike in quick succession. Left to his dying breaths, Van Glux could only muster a few curses before the female Rangoreen robotically pumped his mouth a heavy dose of vinegar. With a fart, he too followed O'Connell's awful fate and promptly blew up into the afterlife.

Meanwhile the two Slitheen sisters, Hayley and Cortez, ended up in the basement, hoping to wait out the Rangoreen and then make their escape. They were the youngest of all the Slitheen and so were very naive. The male Rangoreen goons soon caught up with them. The situation evolved into a three-on-two unfair fight. The Slitheen sisters gave their best shot but in the end were overwhelmed by the more senior Rangoreen, all of whom were in their forties or above. The Rangoreen held Hayley and Cortez captive until the female operative with the vinegar gun appeared again, ominously walking towards their direction.

"You two have been very naughty children. And you will both discover what will happen to naughty children. Actions have consequences." this hitherto silent Rangoreen executioner declared as it slowly loaded the vinegar-filled gun. Cortez and Hayley cowered inside of themselves if they did not demonstrate it openly.

"That one first." The Rangoreen indicated towards Hayley, the youngest of all the Slitheen.

The Rangoreen struggled to restrain Hayley, who resisted with all her might. Eventually, they had to slam her to the floor. The female Rangoreen operative with the gun squatted down to where Hayley's head was.

"There, there now. It will all be over soon." it said, trying to somewhat calm and reassure Hayley, who did not listen. She continued the struggle, never willing to give up. Stroking the Slitheen's head, the Rangoreen began to load the vinegar gun once more. Hayley Slitheen had only moments to live now. All the while that she screamed, Hyaley began to think about her brothers and sisters. And the long life that she had originally looked forward to as being a proud member of the dominant British Slitheen family on Earth.

"Hayley!" Cortez Slitheen cried out. Too late. The Rangoreen mercilessly released the trigger and a heavy shot of vinegar fatally entered her body. She too blew up into the afterlife but screamed intensely as she did. Hayley's shrieks filled the hollow rooms of the abandoned building. In the midst of an intense melee, Amina Slitheen and her Rangoreen opponent momentarily stopped automatically to hear it.

"Oh no, Hayley!" she gasped, understanding that her sisters were in immense danger. Her adrenaline was now in survival mode meaning she could not feel the earlier deaths of her siblings. Drastic times called for drastic measures. With a furious howl, Amina unleashed her two razor sharp claws into the stomach of her off-guard Rangoreen opponent, permanently disabling him for life. That brawl now concluded, Amina proceeded to identify where her sisters were. Using her gifted nostrils, Amina ran wildly throughout the building before she eventually found herself in the basement. There, she could see everyone and everything so horrifyingly graced with the dead remains of Hayley Slitheen. It was a sickening sight. The Rangoreen were now holding Cortez hostage.

"I would not move another step if I was you. Your sister might also find herself splattered." one Rangoreen thug holding Cortez warned. Amina automatically stopped. She began to calculate the situation in her head. Cortez was here...Hayley was now dead...O'Connell had been killed earlier...and Van Glux...he too had been killed. Amina realised that only she and Cortez were the sole survivors.

"Alright, what do you want?" the Slitheen said, attempting to open a negotiation. She could see the sickening fear consuming her sister in her eye's alone.

"You cannot give us anything. In any case, we have what we want already - you." another Rangoreen thug declared.

"There is no need to do anything hasty...look, just let her go. You said you wanted me so take me and let her go, okay?" Amina demanded. The situation seemed to be at an impasse. At that point, the Rangoreen ringleader Zoran arrived into the basement, discontent that his squad had taken so long to wrap up the hunt.

"We were instructed only to capture one of the females. Nonone else has to survive." he said in a totalistic manner as he emerged from the shadows. Inadvertently, it was also a command for Cortez's execution. Amina understood immediately.

"Cortez! No-!" she screamed, stretching out a claw to her sister for the last time in this life.

Without hesitation, the Rangoreen executioner shoved her vinegar gun in Cortez Slitheen's mouth and promptly fired. She had no time to even fart; the Slitheen female blew up spectacularly into smithereens, covering everyone and everything with her dead remains. All except Amina were alive now. It was a ghastly end to an operation gone horribly wrong. Amina Slitheen, deeply upset at the loss of her family, sunk to her knees in despair. The Rangoreen had firmly humiliated her family.

"Seize her." the Rangoreen ringleader ordered. The males slavishly formed a circle around Amina in case she attempted to escape. But there was no need; the psychological damage and trauma Amina felt self-incapcitated her. She let the Rangoreen take her voluntarily. The humbled Slitheen now saw no more reason to live now that her siblings were gone forever. She expected the Rangoreen to deliver her a similar fate. Instead, she was dragged by the Rangoreen thugs on her knees back upstairs behind Zoran.

"Funny how the pendulum of fate swings, eh?" remarked the ringleader to Amina Slitheen who now felt absolutely powerless. The other Rangoreen hissed and jeered at her as they continued to move up the stairs.

"Pathetic scum! Vile Conoran dog!" said one uttering a galaxy-known famous curse, simultaneously spitting on her face and kicking her body in complete utter disregard for the Slitheen. She would not even be allowed to retain her own sense of dignity.

"Putrid race, the Slitheen. Their extinction is only natural." said another, cackling loudly.

"Why can we not blow this one up like the others? I particularly enjoyed the screams of the first girl we pumped vinegar inside. How did she scream again?" asked yet another to his siblings.

"It went a bit like this: aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaarrrrghhhh!" a Rangoreen imitated a poor girlish shriek that was meant to mirror the unfortunate Hayley Slitheen's dying shrills in this short, ephemeral existence.

"And they think themselves to be a predator people? Bah!" mocked the first speaker. All the Rangoreen burst into open laughter. The Rangoreen had actively dominated the Slitheen in this round of fighting.

Upon hearing that callous remark about her sister, Amina rejuvenated herself. Her natural animalistic instincts reactivated; she howled furiously at her enemies and attempted a last stand. Eventually it took the arrival of the third Rangoreen out of the four to appear and intervene, which resulted in Amina being successfully restrained. The Rangoreen dragged Amina Slitheen back upstairs. Along the way, she managed to witness the exploded scattered remains of her siblings along the walls. Collectively, this British Slitheen squad had been thoroughly neutralised and dismantled impressively by the Rangoreen. It was a sickening sight that made her feel nauseous. They all arrived back on the same floor where the proposed sniper shooting would take place. But the Rangoreen were packing up their equipment and purposely burning their human skin suits that they had temporarily used to maneuver amongst the population of London to get here in the first place. Even the body of the Rangoreen that Amina had fought - alive though hopelessly disabled and unable to move its body - was subject to immolation. The Rangoreen ruthlessly accepted only the fittest members into their sickly family.

"What are you doing?" Amina eventually blurted out to the Rangoreen ringleader directing his crew to continue the emergency evacuation. They clearly were not going to be harming the Labour leader nor sticking around. It also ran counter to what intelligence had originally informed her unit. Zoran merely laughed in response to the Slitheen query.

"Is it not obvious?" he said. Amina was still trying to work out what was going on but to no avail. This was also the first time she had directly interacted with the Rangoreen. Only prejudice, hatred and a previous sense of absolute superiority governed her attitudes and ideas about them.

"You set yourselves up here intent on targeting the new Prime Minister-elect, no?" she asked innocently which only prompted laughter from the Rangoreen. She was simultaneously right but so deadly wrong on all accounts.

"Correct! Wrong!" shouted out the female Rangoreen executioner before breaking out into a cackle. She teasingly aimed her vinegar gun at Amina repeatedly before Zoran getsured her to stop.

"Yes, this entire operation has succeeded because it was not about a filthy primitive human whom we have no real interest in. This was all a set up so you are correct in that respect. But no, the Rangoreen are interested in one thing on this rock at the moment - You." Zoran revealed at long last.

"M-me?" Amina wondered out aloud. She knew the other Rangoreen had said something similar in the basement, but she had assumed that that was merely to suit the rhetoric of negotiations before her sister Cortez was brutally vinegar-ed out of existence.

"Yes. This whole operation devised and directed by the Rangoreen family heads simply wanted a captured Slitheen female by the end of it. Why, I am not entitled to ask nor do I really care; it's the lure of money that drives my behaviour in all honesty. You are just another commodity to be traded around." he said brutally honest about his own actions and self-interests that drove them.

"I am glad that you brought some of your siblings along for the ride; we were instructed to keep you alive which naturally made my fellow brothers and sisters disgruntled that they would not be able to hunt. Thankfully you yourself brought your siblings along which helped to alleviate some pain my siblings felt."

Amina Slitheen gulped silently. This whole operation had been a setup from the get go. But how did the Rangoreen know she was coming? It then became obvious to her; someone in Torchwood had clearly leaked the details of this top-secret operation. Informants compromising Torchwood. But who?

"Thanks to some of our friends at Torchwood, we knew you would be coming and that's why we had some lovely vinegar prepared for your inferior kind. They simply cannot resist blowing up upon contact, it is hilarious to observe time and time again. I never get bored of seeing a Slitheen being blasted into smithereens." Zoran concluded his speech before his family squad burst out into a raucous laugh that lasted for minutes. Amina Slitheen felt totally humiliated. She now shut up to save herself any further embarrassment. This was not how this operation was supposed to have panned out.

"Now you will accompany us back to our spaceship. The family is expecting you." Zoran said.

After conducting final checks to make sure no traces were left, Zoran Rangoreen gathered his team together in a circle along with Amina Slitheen. Fiddling with a device in his claws, all personnel and prisoner were instantly beamed up to their spaceship safely hidden in the vast depths of space.

(Somewhere in Space…)

Amina Slitheen suddenly found herself onboard a hostile ship filled with a species who thoroughly hated her guts. The Rangoreen jeered and hissed at the Slitheen as she was paraded through the deck by Zoran's squad. It felt like hell.

"Filthy scum!"

"When can we vinegar her?"

"Put her in the acid chambers along with that other miserable wretch!"

Minutes later, forced into a large room that was unmistakably a laboratory, Amina saw two empty chairs in the middle of it. There was a large headset gear that hovered above both. Though she had never seen anything like this before, the Slitheen was able to surmise that both were connected. And that she would likely be occupying one of them at some point. Zoran meanwhile spoke quietly at length with a Rangoreen doctor. Eventually happy, the notorious ringleader of his crew signalled for Amina to be securely placed into one of the chairs. A large strap ensured that she could not move at all. The Rangoreen doctor then came over. Once content that Amina was now rendered harmless, he proceeded to attach the headset firmly onto the Slitheen's head.

"W-what are you going to do with me?" she asked, cowering in fear. It was very rare for a Slitheen to behave in this rather unbecoming manner. But the situation was totally unprecedented. The Rangoreen scientist did not hesitate to reveal the Rangoreen family business plans to the neutralised and harmless Slitheen.

"It's rather simple, inferior being: the Rangoreen family have collectively decided that Earth shall become their new home planet. We require living space for our family settlers and to grow our Rakweed produce. That will of course mean that we need to eliminate any competitors who can threaten our plans. Unfortunately for you, that means that the inferior Slitheen family will need to be made extinct." he said coldly and calculatingly. Amina gasped at what she was hearing. She had no idea that the Rangoreen had accelerated her plans to such a developed stage that was now on the verge of threatening the British Slitheen.

"Your body and its social positioning in British society on Earth in particular has been identified by the Rangoreen hierarchy as important. This device that you are strapped firmly inside of - with no means of escape, if I may add - is designed exclusively to ensure a smooth body swap with a Rangoreen sister of mine. We need to infiltrate your inferior species. Your body will be the key to unlock this difficult door." the doctor concluded ominously. Amina was stunned into silence; this was all too much for her. Whilst the doctor continued to set up the device alongside some assistant,

"Who could have had the insider knowledge? Who?" Amina wondered out aloud.

"Have you not worked it out yet?" said a soft, feminine voice that preceded the entry of a woman into the room. It was a human woman.

"Prrrrrrp!" A fart blew forth from her buttocks. Nope, the gas exchange meant it was at least a Raxicorifallipatorian. Her visage soon appeared as she stepped forward into the light.

"Yvonne.. Powtahana?" Amina asked. It was her boss, the Director of Operations at Torchwood. Why was she here?

"Powtahana has been dead for quite some time now." chuckled the being who inhabited the skin suit. Raising a human hand to its forehead, Yvonne gladly peeled back her forehead and began to unzip. The lighting in the room automatically went dark blue as the being freed itself from its fleshy prison. It only took a few minutes to complete. The lighting now restored, a large bright red Raxicorifallipatorian now appeared before all present.

"I am Fangoreen!" it exclaimed, raising a claw triumphantly to the ceiling. All the Rangoreen present, Amina noted, bowed submissively as if acknowledging royalty.

"Oh that skin is so tight. Goodness me. Lord knows how I survive every day by not ripping it." it commented dryly out aloud before stretching its body muscles casually.

"Who the hell are you?" blurted out Amina Slitheen in the form of a question. She had never seen this colour of Raxicorifallipatorian before.

"Fangoreen. Egel-Pox Yupux Star Fangoreen. I was once a Rangoreen but now I am something else, something unholy." it admitted openly.

"Who?" Amina asked once again. She had never seen nor heard of this species. Egel-Pox started to monologue about her past.

"Once upon a time, I was born as Rangoreen female into the family. I did my dues; made money from the bodies and lands of other species, engaged in countless spectacular hunts alongside my siblings and settled on someone else's rock after making them extinct. I engaged in constant hatred and warfare with the Slitheen and Blathreen. But per my Rangoreen nature, I eventually became infertile and suffered from all those undesirable genetic defects. I was a smart girl who excelled in all the sciences. But I was always told that there was no cure for our faults. I would just have to live with it. It made me frustrated. Sure, there was no natural cure. But there had to be a way. Eventually, I and some of my dearest sisters discovered the process of fusion from an inferior but intellectually active race - the Glandordens of Yapax-11. They taught me that it was possible to merge two species into one and rid them of their defects, creating in effect a superior race. Naturally, after killing all the Glandordens and stealing their useful technology, I put it to use. Capturing a female Slitheen stranded hopelessly somewhere on Susax Asteroid Belt in the Kello Galaxy about 70 light years away from our present location, I merged my temporal Rangoreen nature with hers thereby transcending our racial hatred and differences as well as my own defects. In effect, I became my own kind. I founded the Fangoreen family branch." Egel-Pox remarked before descending into a silence at that significant fact.

At this point, Amina was looking at the Yvonne Hartman skin suit that was lying lifeless on the floor. The empty face that stared intensely at the Slitheen's dictated Amina's next question.

"What the hell happened to Yvonne - I mean Powtahana?!" she asked worridely. Of course, the human Yvonne that had been skinned by Powtahana Slitheen did not elicit any qualms from Amina; that was perfectly acceptable. But what happened to Powtahana?

"She's dead, Amina. That daft Slitheen came to the Rangoreen five years ago, asking for assistance in some convoluted revenge plot against a fellow Slitheen. Eventually lured her into the same chair that you are sitting on and embarked on a body swap with me. Posing as Powtahana Slitheen, I infiltrated the Slitheen family and successfully petitioned for Torchwood to reopen. I keep her body and enter it only when I need to control Torchwood directly. Torchwood would be our 'base' on Earth for operations. And the Slitheen family happily agreed to it, the stupid inferiors that they are and always will be."

"But how do you control these Rangoreen? Surely, being the racial purists that they are, they could not have willingly accepted your... unnatural change?"

"Correct, Amina. I like how you think. Logical. That's the way the universe ought to work. Of course, yes, the Rangoreen are racial purists who cannot stand anyone else. That is why I killed them all. Well, most of them at least. That was the easy part; they were going to kill me anyway for my forced change. It had to be done. No time for moral sentiments. Most family branches that have roots proudly going back to millenia became extinct at my hands. The surviving Rangoreen pledged allegiance to me ever so willingly and out of love and respect like all beings in this silly universe ought to." she claimed. Amina tried to process everything she was hearing. Each time new information reached her ears, it felt more and more surreal.

"This is the last surviving family branch which is under my leadership. All of them are infertile and suffering from countless genetic defects which means that they will need to become superior Fangoreen sooner or later. Luckily, we came upon Earth which appears to be teaming Slitheen. A perfect ground to carry out mass fusions." Egel-Pox finally revealed. Amina now came to the most important question - this Fangoreen's motivations.

"What do you want?" she asked, seeking confirmation.

"It is simple: the Rangoreen are excellent colonial settlers and likewise expert space capitalists who know how to make money at every turn. But they lack the cognitive development to invest. Moreover, they suffer from millenia-old genetic defects that often means the eventual production of infertile offspring. That is where the Slitheen come inside. Although you shall forever remain an inferior bunch, I nonetheless admire your ability to invest your earnings wisely and of course, your ability to produce copious amounts of children." Egel-Pox started elaborating much to Amina's dismay. It felt like verbal torture.

"Therefore I devised a plan to create a new species combining the best qualities of these two races - the Fangoreen. I am the first of my kind." she said proudly, displaying her exceptionally large claws to all present. It was an awe-inspiring sight.

"I know what you are thinking, it is totally unnatural. My very existence is an open admission of two rival races forced to mix and produce an outcome that should not happen under normative circumstances. But if the Rangoreen continue as they are, they will never amount to anything. In the final analysis, submerging the two races into a single whole will end the bitter feuds between the families thus opening up the prospects for peace.

Peace means war on Others which means more profits. More profits means more control which ultimately means a Fangoreen-run universe. Only we can secure this - no one else. That will bring happiness everywhere. The more of our kind inhabiting the various rocks, the better. Fangoreen Supremacy. More satisfaction from this fleeting existence that we appear trapped inside of. A Fangoreen engineered-peace will enable the new family to not only colonise and profit from the Earth but soon enough the entire cosmos. Then we can branch out across the stars and settle wherever we would like to go. Our biology and cognitive development will be above everyone else's by three Raxicorifallipatorian light years meaning little opposition to the family business. Fangoreen Supremacy willnatutually assert itself for eternity. And I will lead the new race as Empress of All Fangoreen!" declared Egel-Pox triumphantly, cackling maniacally that felt more mentally disturbing with each guffawing.

"You're completely bonkers!" screamed Amina Slitheen who could not believe her eyes nor her ears. Even the British Slitheen, a-moral as they are, would never, ever had dared to even conceptualize such a devious plan let alone putting into concrete action. Did that make them more 'moral' than this Fangoreen?

"Correct. And therein lies the beauty of it all - nobody could have come up with this plan except for me. I am obviously one of the smartest beings in the known existence. I think therefore I am. I alone deserve to rule the cosmos. Nobody else. I declare Fangoreen Supremacy as best for all. The Slitheen on Earth will not know what hit them. Their extinction and assimilation into the Fangoreen family is inevitable for I have ordered it!" the Fangoreen self-proclaimed Universal Empress declared openly to Amina.

"You will not get away with this, whoever the hell you are. The family will know what's up. And they will come for you and all the vermin that inhabit this ship, just you watch!" remarked Amina in a show of defiance. Somehow, the situation lost all seriousness. It was the struggle for justice that was surely to come that now illuminated Amina's existence. Egel-Pox merely laughed in response.

"I think you will find, my inconveniently inferior Slitheen pest, that I have already won. The Fangoreen race will replace the inferior Rangoreen and Slitheen and colonise the Earth as our home planet. I will be universally acknowledged as the Universal Empress worshipped by all. Once the necessary resources have been collected, the glorious and mighty Fangoreen race will spread out across the stars unopposed. Those who foolishly attempt to resist us will meet a fate far worse than death, I tell you." Egel-Pox warned ominously.

She was clearly a megalomaniac driven by a Will-to-Dominate-Everything. Apparently by doing that, it would bring about happiness. What a deluded and dangerous character, Amina thought to herself. She pitied Egel-Pox for directing her time, energy and efforts into a plan that by definition could never satisfy anyone. It could lead only to harm, death and destruction. More importantly, it had to be stopped before it could become a hellish reality for everyone.

"Anyways, I shall leave you to your body swap. It's high time that Stage One of the Fangoreen family business plan be enacted at once. Your body will be crucial in ensuring its success. It's not a pretty experience, the body swapping ordeal. I ought to warn you in advance." Picking up her Yvonne Hartman disguise, this new unnatural Fangoreen creature disappeared out of sight, attended by various submissive Rangoreen slaves. The Rangoreen doctor soon restarted his preparations in earnest for the body swap fusion that was to take place.

"Bring in the selected operative for the mission!" the doctor bellowed to his Rangoreen staff members. After a short while, another light-blue Rangoreen female arrived silently into the room and walked up to where the empty chair besides Amina was. Smiling deviously, the Rangoreen announced herself.

"Ulufe Gel-Hor Sellor Rangoreen reporting for duty!" she shouted to her immediate audience confidently and proudly.

"Take your seat." the doctor commanded softly. The Rangoreen gladly did as she was told.

"With absolute pleasure!" she screamed in delight as she sat down on the empty chair besides Amina, hissing at her in an open display of contempt. Strapping herself in with the assistance of other Rangoreen staff members, the Rangoreen-Slitheen body-swap operation was shortly due to commence.

"Don't worry, filthy Slitheen, I will do my best to get along with your siblings. Though I cannot guarantee that I will not hunt some of them down. My bloodlust must be satisfied." Ulufe said to Amina, who only focused now on the fate of her family. The British Slitheen were totally unprepared for what was about to come their way. Amina thought about her siblings; O'Connell, Van Glux, Cortez and Haylely. Where were they now, she wondered?

"Is everything ready?" the doctor sounding impatient of his fellow staff members. They all desperately scrambled into positions in a nearby observation room before the loudspeaker screamed out an all clear.

The electricity buzzed furiously as the Rangoreen-Slitheen swap began to take place. Both bodies shock wildly as the operation accelerated in its intensity. After about ten minutes, the machines automatically ceased to work, signalling the end of the operation. The strap belts removed themselves and both the Slitheen and Rangoreen slumped to the floor with a thud.

"Oooooh ...my head…" Ulufe moaned first. Her voice now emanated from the body that formerly belonged.

"Oh my! It worked." Ulufe exclaimed as she began to examine her body. Other than the change in pigmentation, there was no other noticeable difference after the body swap. It appeared to have been a success.

"Can't believe that I voluntarily decided to go green. Urfff!" she lamented. Ulufe Rangoreen had to put the family business before her ego.

"Wha-?" Amina began stammering as she stumbled to her feet. She now inhabited Ulufe's light-blue skinned Rangoreen body. It felt filthy. It felt wrong. She did not have time to reflect on the body swap further as some Rangoreen leaders arrived flanked by soldiers.

"Take her away to the acid chambers. She will learn to call that part of this ship her new home." said one of the senior Rangoreen present. About four guards aggressively grabbed a drastically weakened Amina and dragged her body to another part of the massive Rangoreen spaceship. She felt herself too weak to resist physically so there were no scuffles on the way to her imprisonment. It was only when she was thrown into a large, open space room that housed only one other captive, who was sitting alone in the far left corner, and the door slammed tightly shut on her that Amina rediscovered her strength and began to scream her demands.

"Let me out!" screamed Amina at her captors. "Deceitful bastards and thick fucks, my family will avenge me. Release me at once!"

This was a rather unprecedented situation. A British Slitheen now captive to a hostile species of Raxicorifallipatorians. It ran totally in stark contrast to her open, moving Slitheen nature that hunting afforded to her. Amina could not afford to become sedentary now so she began protesting her imprisonment vociferously, banging on the doors and walls, wailing loudly for her freedom.

"Don't bother…" croaked a voice from the corner before it coughed violently. Amina redirected her eyesight on that other captive inside with whom she had temporarily forgotten was there. With its light-blue skin, it was phenotypically a Rangoreen on the surface. But Amina detected something else in that voice. Someone else.

"Who are you?" Amina asked, drawing closer. She could already feel an automatic bond forming. Internally, it was clearly not a Rangoreen.

"Pow-Powtahan... (coughing)...Powtahana." it ecked out only with immense effort. She was very sick. Fortunately, that was all that Amina needed to hear.

"Powtahana! So you are alive then!" exclaimed Amina, happy to have discovered a fellow sister in captivity. At least they were not alone now. But how did she end up here? And why was she also in a Rangoreen body? Amina also became more attentive towards Powtahan's body. It was horrifying to witness; boils, blisters and pus had formed everywhere possible.

"Why have you arrived in this sickly state?" Amina asked innocuously, wondering why Powtahana's body was showing signs of decay and breakdown but somehow still tottering on in an enfeebled existence.

"Acidic chambers (coughing)...look up." Powtahana pleaded to her fellow Slitheen sister. Amina looked up to see what appeared to be shower heads dotted all around the ceiling, perfectly convenient to rain down liquids on those below. It was reminiscent of the Nazi gas chmabers used upon the Jews and other

"(Coughing) They will...deliberately (coughing)...weaken you. It's (coughing) a form of hell (coughing)." she warned. Amina for the moment did not understand. But once the loudspeaker rang, she soon discovered the horrors that were to become normalised as routine for her.

"Alright ladies, bath time." sounded a fleeting deep, cold male Rangoreen voice. Pretty soon, the shower heads activated. Vinegar, malt and all other ghastly acidic substances poured forth from the ceiling ruthlessly upon the two females. Inhabiting Rangoreen skins, they were immune from the acidic effects. That did not, however, prevent the Rangoreen's body from rotting and decaying. Like Powtahana before her, Amina was now being consigned to a fate far worse than death. This was indeed a form of hell that she would have to ensure involuntarily as a captive of the Rangoreen. It was their brutally clever and originally devised way of humiliating the inferior species, most of all the Slitheen. How long this punishing captivity would last, who knew? Amina simply had to bear it. Reflect whilst she was in there and perhaps even plot revenge in between the unwarranted acid showers.

"(Coughing) There is…(coughing) nothing you can do." warned Powtahana ominous to her Slitheen sister. Amina's body, after several minutes, started to feel the physical effects. Her body automatically became scarred with the acid and she felt her energy sapped. Soon enough, she fell to the floor, feeling intensely drained.

"Come next to me (coughing)...the corners (coughing)...don't have much acid (coughing)..." Powtahana gestured weakly with a claw to Amina for her to limp over to her. The acid shower intensity began to pick up the pace and intensity. On average, they lasted fifteen hours of the day; the remaining hours were dedicated to feeding and sleep. The British Slitheen were never allowed out of the prison cell no matter how much they moaned for it.

Meanwhile, elsewhere on the ship, Ulufe Rangoreen was being subjected to medical checks by the Rangoreen scientists and doctors. Once cleared for duty, she was sent to the main deck of the Rangoreen spaceship where she received her next orders from a commanding officer.

"Right then. You will be teleported back to Earth and live the life of Amina Slitheen faithfully within all the duties that it entails as a Torchwood officer. Your mission is purely infiltration; do not do anything suspicious to raise alarms. This is a task that requires immense patience. It may take years or even decades for anything substantial to materialise. That is why you were chosen. Do I make myself clear?" asked the commander of his spy operative.

"Yes!" replied Ulufe quickly. She wanted to get this briefing done and dusted. It was so bureaucratic and robotic, stifling to her predatory nature.

"Yes, what?" asked the commander, sounding irritated at not immediately receiving his dues as the superior officer. He felt that he needed to reassert his dominance.

"Nothing else. What, do you expect me to say slavishly 'Yes, Sir!'? I am nobody's slave. I am my own woman. If you want me to say it, make me." dared Ulufe. Her fearlessness amongst the Rangoreen was well-known on the ship. That is what made her perfect for this daring suicide mission of infiltrating the British Slitheen on Earth. That damning response silenced the superior male Rangoreen commanding officer. He thereafter merely gestured with his hands what Ulufe had to do prior to teleporting to Earth. She revelled in her freedom and ability to subvert authority. This wild Rangoreen intended to create her own fun whilst on Earth.

Standing on a teleport platform, the Rangoreen beamed their spy inhabiting the body of a Slitheen back to Earth. It was a very ironic situation. The British Slitheen, who prided themselves on being the best infiltrators in the known universe, would have no clue that they were now being infiltrated.

(Back in the Abandoned Building on Earth)

Ulufa found herself back in the same empty building where they captured the Slitheen. It was only moments though that she began hearing loud sounds. Soon a huge squadron of about nearly twenty British Slitheen. Some were naked whilst others were inhabiting human skins.

"Secure the perimeter. Check all floors. I do not want anybody else to enter!" bellowed a voice inflected with a heavy Londerner accent. All the British Slitheen operatives present dutifully began to secure the building expertly. As the Slitheen set up shop, the obvious leading authority figure amongst them emerged. Wearing an unusually fat female British Chinese skin, MI5 Agent Lee Mei Tor-British Slitheen had arrived at the abandoned building with her trusted team. It certainly caught Ulufe by surprise.

"Amina Slitheen?" asked the leader, sniffing the Slitheen with her human nostrils to confirm her identity.

"Yes," Ulufe responded thus beginning the game of deceit inside the body of Amina Slitheen. "Who are you?" she asked, annoyed that she immediately had to interact with inferior Slitheen just as soon as she had arrived on this god-forsaken rock.

"Lee Mei Tor-British Slitheen, MI5. This is my emergency rapid-response team. We all felt the unfortunate deaths of our comrades and mobilised on the spot - what on earth happened here?" she asked, exasperated that at least four British Slitheen had been killed in suspicious circumstances. This was the first time ever that this had happened and the press would have a field day if they found out. The British Slitheen were the most valued lives on the planet. As they were the most powerful group on the planet and top of the food chain, even a single death could elicit a massive collective response from the family. Someone from Torchwood clearly had alerted Lee Mei to the trouble at the empty building. And for good reason.

"Erm...the Rangoreen, they knew we were coming...erm we had a scuffle." 'Amina began explaining. It sounded rather hasty. "They were too strong for us. Some of us got vinegar-ed. But I survived." 'Amina' continued explaining to her fellow peers.

"How?" asked Lee Mei Slitheen, clearly befuddled by how events had transpired. Torchwood agents were perhaps the best in the business, never sloppy. She knew that the Rangoreen hated the Slitheen of all varieties. They were not likely to leave any traces behind and yet her team were finding dead splattered remains everywhere. The whole setup sounded suspicious.

"Well?" asked Lee Mei again, sounding very impatient. Ulufe quickly cooked up an alibi.

"Erm...I hid myself somewhere…" responded 'Amina', not sounding particularly convincing at all. Ulufe's bloodthirst levels began to rise with so many Slitheen around her. She wanted to maul them all down on the spot. Lee Mei's impromptu investigation was only augmenting that desire.

"You hid yourself?! Whilst our brothers and sisters were being murdered?" interjected the MI5 agent in disbelief. That was inconsistent with the Slitheen family code. Something was not clicking here, Lee Mei detected. But she had only Amina's testimony to go by for now; all the other operatives were conveniently dead to ensure this reality. Only an internal Torchwood investigation could potentially establish what really happened here. But even that might not be possible, Lee Mei doubted in her mind. Some other Slitheen MI5 Agents returned to Lee Mei after initial scouting of the building.

"Ma'am, we've found multiple pieces of evidence of a scuffle breaking out here. There are residual remains of our brethren everywhere in this building." one of them said to their lead officer, holding up a vial that showcased those green gooey remains.

"Dammit!" Lee Mei cursed aloud. Even though she was not part of this operation, she somehow felt responsible for the deaths of her siblings.

"So our comrades were murdered, you hid yourself somewhere and the Rangoreen then...left?" asked Lee Mei seeking more clarity as she continued to probe 'Amina' further. This explanation ran counter to all normative Slitheen behaviour. The family prided its membership for being tough warrior-predators who would sacrifice their lives for their siblings no matter what the odds. 'Amina's' explanations completely ran counter to her genetic coding and allegiance to the family code of conduct.

"Erm…" began 'Amina' again with hesitation. She had had enough of this mini-interrogation. Her bloodlust levels were rising; Ulufe Rangoreen wanted to place her claws tightly around Lee Mei's neck. The MI5 commanding officer likewise was getting fed up with Amina's ambiguous and vague answers. At that moment though, another very important female arrived at the same location conveniently.

"Looks like I got here just in time." Powtahana declared as she and a large team of Torchwood operatives arrived. Dressed in her Yvonne Hartman disguise, the Torchwood director began to take charge.

"Yvonne Hartman. Otherwise known as Powtahana British Slitheen. Torchwood Director of Operations. We will take it from here, thank you." she said, placing an arm around Amina's waist and shifting her away from the suspicious MI5 field operative.

"But I still have questions-" said Lee Mei, desperately calling out from behind the two. She became even more suspicious with the Torchwood leaders' actions. Firstly, no Torchwood leader should ever leave their base and enter zones of operations. Secondly, Powtahana immediately took 'Amina' away without a formal interview to establish her version of events. It broke all accepted contraventions. Powtahana shouted a meek response back to Lee Mei.

"If you need to contact us, send us an email. We will get back to you between 3-5 business working days."

Powtahana and 'Amina' were ushered into a high level security van and led to a discreet location outside the capital. The two began to giggle wildly amongst each other as the plan to secure the domination and supremacy of the Fangoreen had begun.

"So it begins." announced 'Powtahana' or Egel-Pox to be more accurate ominously. Stage One of the Rangoreen family business plan was now in play.

"I cannot wait to eliminate the Slitheen scum on this rock." revealed Ulufe who could not but help reveal her disdain for the Slitheen. Treating the whole affair in purely racial terms, this Rangoreen could only derive satisfaction once she helped to bring about the extinction of the inferior Slitheen.

"Your time will come. But business comes first. I need you to do a favour for me. The General Elections are tomorrow," Egel-Pox began, producing a portrait-sized picture of a pale white British human female, smiling as she was standing alongside her equally pale-white husband and three children. The brunette Anne Walshingham was tall, wide and more saliently, exceptionally fat. Perfect for a Raxicorifallipatorian to enter her skin.

"Conservative MP Anne Walshingham. You will need to acquire her skin before sunset." commanded 'Powtahana'. The van's air con drummed loudly as the vehicle advanced to its location.

"Why?" asked Ulufe Rangoreen. She detested not the hunt and eventual kill that she was being asked to perform but the very notion of 'wearing' a pathetic low-level human skin suit. To the Rangoreen, skinning victims and wearing them was uncouth, barbaric and totally beneath them. They preferred an honest, open hunt. Unlike the British Slitheen, the Rangoreen were more open to the prospect of wiping out all life that was not Rangoreen on this rock.

"Do not ask questions of your Empress. Do as you are told, fool. The family business plans demand that you do this." riposted Egel-Pox, sounding very irritated and annoyed at her subordinate. Ulufe detested authority and attempts at controlling her. But she heeded to this request for the moment. It was inconvenient that her disguise involved familial ties and duties.

(On Election Day)

The next day, Labour achieved a resounding landslide victory in the general elections, winning practically nearly all the 650 seats available. Jeremey Saxons was now Prime Minister-elect and could confidently move forward with his deluded liberal agenda and announce the long awaited referendum that the British Slitheen deemed crucial for their plans for domination on Earth. In the House of Commons, Eleanor Slitheen took her place on the benches as Conservative MP Jodie Whittaker. Conveniently next to her was fellow Tory MP Anne Walshingham, her human skin disguising 'Amina' Slitheen inside of her. Together, they heard the announcement from the Labour leader for the referendum.

"What a great day for the family." said 'Amina' Slitheen to her counterpart beside her.

"It is indeed." responded Eleanor, wondering who this Slitheen was. At that moment, she received a text on her phone. It was an ominous message.

"URGENT. UNIT AND TORCHWOOD COMPROMISED. FAMILY LEADERS DEMAND YOUR PRESENCE AT ONCE. DO NOT TRUST ANYONE."

"What's that?" asked Ulufe Rangoreen with a beaming human smile to Eleanor Slitheen. She had managed to catch a glimpse of the large, bold font text message from the corner of her eyes. Eleanor though heeded the message immediately.

"It's nothing." she responded with a necessary lie. UNIT and Torchwood compromised? What the hell was going on?

"I'm sure if it's something from the family-" began 'Amina' innocently. What was Eleanor hiding from her?

"It's nothing!" snapped Eleanor firmly thereby shutting down the conversation but making the next few moments extremely awkward. She stared at her Conservative MP counterpart, even sniffing her conspicuously. It certainly smelt like a British Slitheen...but something did not sit right with Eleanor.

"Erm...is there a problem?" she asked innocently, not knowing why Eleanor needed to sniff out her identity.

"Order, order!" cried out the Speaker of the Commons to the raucous MPs across the House. The continued jeers and ramblings allowed Eleanor the cover to continue her mini-investigation of this Slitheen female.

"Just checking for something…" Eleanor Slitheen muttered under her breath.

"Yep, go ahead. Sniff all you want. I am not a human. Fully Slitheen - British Slitheen. No other impurities." said 'Amina' playfully. Eleanor could only detect a firm Slitheen scent but felt nonetheless confounded. Something felt off. Ulufe sought to seize the initiative and calm the suspicions.

"Dear sister, I was merely looking out for you. After all, your best interests are my interests. The family is one." said 'Amina' calmly. Eleanor did not bother responding because the whole House was now back to cheering or conversely jeering. The political gravity of the situation allowed Eleanor to ignore this nosey Slitheen sister.

At the afterparty, Eleanor Slitheen and her child Zohra met with Torchwood Director Powtahana for the first time. She was shocked to see Powtahana, a longtime friend/adversary of sorts, still alive. Powtahana had revealed crucial information. Shortly after Powtahana left, MI5 Agent Lee Mei appeared.

"Hey, sister." greeted Eleanor warmly. Lee Mei Tor-British Slitheen was one of the few family members that she could trust, especially in times of crises.

"Hello, El. It is nice to meet you again. Did you get my text?" asked Lee Mei in a hurried tone.

"Yes...what the hell is going on?" wondered Eleanor.

Lee Mei's eyes lit up as she detected the approach of a fat woman heading her way. It was Conservative MP Anne Walshingham again. With that same beaming smile, she was heading immediately for where Eleanor, Zohra and Lee Mei were situated. Leaning in towards Eleanor's human ears, the MI5 Agent whispered some instructions before she disappeared from the scene without drama.

"Watch this one. I want to know everything she does. We'll be in touch." Lee Mei said discreetly before she moved off. Eleanor's suspicions about this Slitheen had finally been confirmed. She nodded her head at Lee Mei and braced herself for another conversation with this compromised Slitheen.

"Ah my dear sister Eleanor! So nice to see you again. May I sit here?" MP Walshingham requested politely.

"Why, of course!" exclaimed Eleanor in a positive tone. Her earlier mistrust had temporarily given way to a friendly one. This was indeed to stay temporary until Eleanor and the family could discover just what on earth was going on within the family.

"Zohra, leave us alone now whilst we grown ups talk about serious matters." said the adult Slitheen condescendingly. The Child Slitheen had anyways already been bored at the afterparty and suffering a severe bout of depression since her father, Tariq Slitheen had been violently killed the previous night or two.

"I'm going home." she said with a yawn. Getting up, she left without saying a greeting to 'Amina', who simply watched as she left.

The two Conservative MPs meanwhile began to enter deep conversations about each other, the family business and, of course, British politics. True to her new mission, Eleanor Slitheen was fully intent on learning everything about this 'Slitheen'...

The End.

(Part 2 of the previous story will explore all these developments in more detail. Stay tuned.)