I decided that I would publish one chapter of NRF a month, to allow for me to actually get schoolwork done. Hopefully this will give you all something to look forward to!
P.S. Thanks for reading this story!
CHAPTER 3
SOMEWHERE IN THE UNIVERSE - ?
I walked into the main laboratory of HQ. If my calculations were correct, he would wake up 30 minutes from then.
A green tube housed a silhouette of a rectangular object, attached to the ground by a metal pole. We had been working on reviving him for the second time for way too long, but the thing that kept us going was the fact that he would be back eventually.
"Eventually" being defined as Saturday the 15th in March of the year 2739 AD at 5:51 AM.
When I was standing near the machinery with my hands behind my back and admiring my work, one of my assistants by the name of Joshua came to me in a hurry.
"Dr. Brian! May I have a word with you?" He said this while panting like he had just run a mile (now that I think about it, he might have actually run a mile to get to me. Our HQ is quite big).
"Sure," I said back. "Is there a problem?"
"Um... well, I suppose you could say that," he said, starting to walk down the hallway. I swiped my card and closed the lab so nobody would mess with my work.
He led me to a balcony with a free HoloPod and pushed the button next to the door to close it and give us some privacy. The balcony he chose boasted a wonderful view of the galaxy XI902.
When he plugged in his GalactaTab and flipped the green switch on the black HoloPod, we were greeted with video from the planet Earth. What was shown was sanitized Octarian troops down the streets. Joshua sat down and stared at me.
"As you can see, troops are already on Earth, surprisingly. We never asked them to leave HQ. They just... left. Took our best ships too."
Josh laughed nervously.
"So, this is kind of bad news, because everyone on Earth can get ready for... you know what," he looked around like he was expecting someone else to be there.
"This is a problem," I said, twiddling my thumbs. "Have we received intel on any weapon prototypes yet?"
He nodded. "Four weapons are being developed as of now. No information has been overheard about what we're supposed to expect, though."
I turned to galaxy XI902, thinking.
"As well as that news, we can't move to Earth as fast as we want when it's time to go there," he said, turning off the HoloPod. "Since the Octarian squads took all of our good ships, we'll either have to invest in some better light-speed engines for our more run-down ships, or we may just have to take what we can get."
"I would go for the better engines. There's no such thing as money wasted in a facility like this," I say, laughing.
"Alright, that's settled then," Josh says, picking up his GalactaTab and standing up. "Do you want me to change anything about the plan?"
"Nah, they're toast. Nobody can stop this plan," I say, getting up from the table as well.
When we opened the door back up, the halls were completely deserted. It was perfect. I hated attention.
Once I got back to the lab, he was stirring in his tube.
"Ztt... 8... error..."
I quickly ran to a chair near a quantum computer I had hooked up to the machinery using PotatoScript and began getting things ready.
I finished all of the commands when sparks began to fly. It was time.
I slammed my palm down on the ENTER key and my terminal window blew up with status messages. The liquid began to drain, and the muffled random words from him became clearer and more grammatically correct.
"8... YOU... TRAITOR..."
The liquid stopped draining, he stopped talking, and he rolled out of his container.
I had done it.
Telephone was back to rule us again.
