"It all started back when I was twenty," Lianna began:
It had only been about a year since I first got a good job. I was still living with my father because he was almost done recovering from his broken arm. He said I shouldn't be babying a grown man, but the fact was he was never given a good amount of time to relax. I was oftenly giving him the things he needed and wanted until the doctor said he could start trying to move his arm around; give it a little excersice. Everything was just getting better, until they came.
"Who's 'they'?" Peter asked.
"Duh! The nerd squad!" Lianna said, flicking her wrists down in exaggeration. "Anyways..."
It was June when they had came. It was dark out and I was just taking out the trash when I saw a weird light in the woods. I went to investigate and saw these weird, bulky people with blue skin, which I learned later were Borgauns, who were loading some boxes of what appeared to be our pine trees. And of course from curiousity and knowing my mother wasn't terran, I decided to go on a little field trip.
"Wait, hold on," Peter interrupted again, Lianna getting mad. "I thought the whole entire reason you got on that ship was you saw before-cybernetic Rocket in help?"
"You can say the note was half a lie," she said, rubbing her neck. "I got on the ship for adventure, possibly find my mom, and then later on for Rocket. Also how'd you know?" Peter gave her a nervous look and rubbed his neck too.
"Your door was still kinda open and I heard you talking about Rocket to your father," he said, smiling for innocence.
"You got issuses, but as I was saying, I went for a trip,"
I overheard one of the scientist saying they were going to pack up things and leave soon, so I ran back to the house to pack up. I grabbed my needs and some wants and quickly wrote a half-lying note to my father. If he knew I was leaving for no apparent reason, he would've kinda flipped at that time.
I put the note on the fridge and quickly ran back to the forest, sneaking on to the ship just in time before it left. I hid behind a cargo box until the ship stopped at another planet.
I took the time to explore the place a little, and went back to the ship before they even started loading their new cargo on. I took the diginty of 'borrowing' a couple of things from some of the merchant stands I visited before heading back.
It was a new world for me, so I knew that I had to have some of the high-techy stuff they had so I could blend in a little more in the places the scientists stopped at for getting more materials for something they later on used in my story.
"But right now I'm gonna cut ya some slack and fast forward," Lianna said, slidding off the table and seating herself in the backwards chair.
"So where would your story be now?" Peter asked, stirring up the pancake batter.
"It would be at the time I first met Rocket, four years later since I left home," she said.
My life on the ship turned into a daily routine: try to sleep for about six hours, stay behind the spare cargo boxes in the corner of the ship's cargo space when someone was in there, get out and about ship for sunshine and food, try not to get into trouble. But that routine was soon broken when I over heard the scientists making one last trip for somthing and that was to Earth.
I was planning on whether to go back home or just live the rest of my new life. I was about to do my first idea when they first landed, until I saw him.
The cargo space's hatch opened up and all I saw from behind my little box shelter was a raccoon being held by his tail and shoved into a cage.
I felt so sorry for him and wished I could've done something for him, but it was too late when the hatch closed back up.
The poor guy was pacing back and forth in his cage, chittering and whining in fear. I made an attpemt to encounter him, but he saw me as a predator. I offered him a piece of fruit I had in my bag, and he slowly warmed up to me. But that growing bond was quickly broken when the ship stopped at it's port.
I ran back to my box shelter and just observed what the scientists did to the raccoon before taking him out of the cage. I over heard one of the scientists say they were going to to reconstruct his body, and that didn't sound good to me.
As soon as the scientist instructed a robot to carry the cage to the testing room, I quickly shrunk down and ran like a Cheetan after them. But just setting one foot into that place changed my life.
The place was mainly white, maybe a few different colors here and there, and every door had a lock system on it; talk about high security. I just kept on running until I reached the robot's foot; hitching a ride the rest of the way.
Everything seemed fine at first as I made my way up the robot's body, but once I seated myself on its shoulder, and watched the scientist stop at a steel panel window, I didn't expect to see what I saw when he opened up the panels.
All I saw, was horror.
An innocent creature with fours strapped down on a metal board with its chest cut wide open. Blood all over his torso area and on the surgen's gloves. The sound of an ear-piercing screech filling my head and ears.
I was terrified.
I whimpered a little as the scientist continued on walking down the hall with the robot following along. I looked over to the raccoon with a worried and scared expression, possibly knowing what he was in for.
"Should I skip the next part?" Lianna asked, putting her hands together with her pointer fingers sticking out and pressed against her lips.
"Why would you want to skip the next part?" Peter asked, pouring some of the batter into the pan.
"Well it's just your making breakfast and your probably hungry. I don't really wanna ruin your appetite," she said.
"What so disgusting about this part of the story?" he asked.
"You really want me to tell you every detail they did to him below his torso?"
Peter's face went a little grim and pale. "Um, no,"
"Ok, but I'll tell you this," she said. "It was all filled with screams, cries, cracks and snaps, metal clinking, blood, and the sound of insides being squished," Peter shuttered to the metal image of seeing that in person.
"Just be happy you can actually forgot things like that," Lianna said, frowning to herself. She quickly then cleared her throat and said "Where were we left off at now?"
"After the operation," Peter said.
"Good, making sure your listening with being the kind of guy you are," she smirked. He couldn't help but to slighty smile to that too.
It was only half of the performance that they were planning on doing to him from what I heard.
I was just sitting there on top of the door frame withering and curling up into a ball. The images of the persejure kept flashing through my head, and I kept on blaming my Langarian side for this one of the many gifts I had.
The raccoon had already passed out from exaushtion from the operation. He laid there strapped to the board with dry blood all over his legs and speckling his tail and torso.
An assisstant scientist unstrapped him and carefully laid him down in a cage. The assisstant then pushed a cart the cage was on toward the door, and I quickly jumped down before he finished punching in a code.
As the cart strolled down to god knows what, I saw a tag on the raccoon's ear. 'Subject 89P13' it read, and I thought that was the most stupidest thing to call someone.
Soon the cart came to a halt. I looked up to see a door slidding open and the cart moving forward again. Fear began to flood through me again, wondering what was gonna happen now.
The assisstant picked up the cage and sat it against the wall, unlatching the door for the raccoon to get out and about when it awoke again. I quickly jumped off the cart and ran under the pull-out bed, waiting for him to leave the room before I returned to my normal.
The door closed with a 'ssssht' sound, kinda weird sounding to me, and I grew back to normal size; being shrunken for a long time does no bad pain to you, but I always got this feeling I was just pulled out of a small box and needed to stretch.
I looked over at the poor thing, doing the nice thing of cleansing him from the blood; I would be terrified too to wake up and find blood all over me.
I used the rest of my water from my water bottle for a better result in the cleaning, trying to use an equal amount of water on each area of his lower body.
He started to wake up when I finished drying him off with the cell blanket. I laid him down and gave him space, letting him take in his surroundings.
His eyes fluttered open, but once he began to get up, he looked so unnatural and disfigured; he looked like a hunch-back raccoon whose arms always dangled from his figure.
He quickly noticed me and froze in place, thinking of me as an enemy again. I simply just laid down on the ground, my eyes fixed on to him as curiosity shined through his eyes.
He took a step toward me, clumsily; he still wasn't used to his humafied legs. I took the chance to rise slightly; positioning myself with my arms propping my up.
He froze again, but suprised me when he took two more steps closer. I just smiled and giggled softly; he tweaked his head to that, and I swore I saw the corner of his lips tug up into a smile himself.
Soon, there was only an inch of space between our noses; his twitching and sniffing. I began to slowly lower my hands, letting them rest against the ground. He backed up to that, but began to investigate my hands.
He touched and grasped and sniffed and even gave my hand a lick or two, and all I did was smile and giggle at his curiosity.
I lifted my hand, thinking he would flinch, but he just kept on touching and licking my hand. I reached out to his head, him ceasing his 'investigation', and gave a little scratch behind the ear.
He enjoyed it.
Soon after the little scratch session I gave him, he got closer to me and rubbed his head on my cheek; a sign of affection and trust.
Lianna sat there in the chair for a moment in silence, remembering the joy and fun that started from that day on.
"So when do we reach the part he becomes fully cybernetic?" Peter asked, flipping a pancake.
"God, should've called you 'Question-Lord' with how much you ask," she playfully whined. "But I guess I could; from there to the rest of the operation was just a new daily routine and bonding, but there was one moment I remember most between those the two events," she smiled to herself to the remembering of the memory.
I was awake and fixing breakfast, liturally. With past experiences, I had learned how to make breakfast tasty and edible for the both of us since the facilities just served a bowl a gray, plain slop and a healthly side of one, single fruit they randomly gave you.
I looked back to find Oreo still asleep and-
"Hold on a second," Peter inturrpted. "You used to call Rocket 'Oreo' back then?" he smirked to the thought of a manly creature Rocket was to be called a cookie brand.
"It was a temporary name," Lianna said sternly. "I was only twenty-four; I was just gaining some more of my maturity,"
"You weren't really mature after eighteen?" he questioned, smirking with a thought of what she did before then.
"It's called being 'babysitter material'," she said. "Many people wanted me for a babysitter back in my town because of how imaginative and creative I was with children; a very natural talent I had; no alien species power used for it,"
"Sure you did,"
"It's true! I found out it was natural when I remembered that each time I used a forgein power, I would get this little tingling feeling in my head; nevered happened when I was babysitting,"
"Ok, can we get back to the story?"
"Well your the one who's like 'Oreo? That's a dumb name!' when I was starting that part!"
"Ok, I'm sorry! Could you please continue on!"
Lianna gave him a 'you really interested in this?' face, then said "Put more bacon in the pan for me if you really wanted me to continue,"
Peter sighed and grabbed the box, dumping the rest of the bacon on to an empty pan.
"Wow-hoo! You weren't kiddin'!" she said, suprised, humored, and satisfied by his action. "Alrighty then, back to the sleeping prince,"
I looked back to find Oreo still asleep and curled up on the pull-out bed, his ears now and then twitching. I decided to let him sleep in, knowing his next operation would be coming up soon.
I put my attention back on to the bowl of grey slop, which kind of reminded me of oatmeal. I grabbed the teal and green colored fruit and sliced it into pieces with my pocket knife, mincing half of them for the bowl.
Soon I heard the familiar sound of Oreo's morning yawn; a long high pitch transending to a small low grumble of some sort. I listened to the sound of him getting up, stretching, climbing down from bed, and walking over to me.
I knew he was watching me mix the fruit into the bowl while resting his head on my lap, which I found cute of him to do. But soon, I felt him pulling at my jakcet which meant he was ready to eat.
"Here ya go buddy," I said to him as I laid the bowl down in front of him. He gave me his usual chitter in thanks and began to eat his fixed breakfast.
As for me, I took a piece of the cut fruit I didn't use for his breakfast and made it into my breakfast serving; it wasn't much for me, but kept me down until lunch where a little bit more food is given for us.
He was still eating when I finished of my half of the fruit, but my stomach for some reason was telling me that wasn't enough.
I laid against the thin side of the pull-out bed, trying to calm down my hunger my distracting it or rubbing, but both of my stratagies for calming it wasn't working.
My attention was soon caught by the chittering sound of Oreo. I looked over to him, and found a new experession on his face.
He had the shine of curiousity in his eyes, but he had his eyebrows frowed down in confusion, and possibly worriedness.
Next thing you know it, he was pulling the bowl to my feet. He chittered to me again, and laid his paw on the rim of the bowl.
I caught on quickly that he was insisting me on eating the rest of his breakfast, which I politely refused at first, but gave in when he pulled my hand to the bowl.
"You sure your finished?" I asked him, picking up the spoon that laid on the tray. He nodded his head and sat beside me, laying his head against my stomach.
I smiled and rubbed his head before taking a mouthful in, suprised but glad to see him sharing something.
"So that was like the first thing he did nice for you?" Peter asked.
"Food wise to say, but the bigger stuff is comin' up next now," Lianna said. "Groot will be involved soon too, but inbetween the full operation and escape from that place,"
"Well then continue on, fair storyteller!" he said. "Don't let me stop you!"
"I will, just after a little break," she smiled getting up. "I wanna grab a blanket, freshen up a little, and grab a water; throats dryin' up from all this talking,"
"A mid-story cliffhanger?! Your crazy," he said before she walked down the hallway.
"Why thank you; I take pride in that," she said, giggling before disappearing from Peter's sight.
Sorry for the silence guys, just lost the groove for a little bit, but don't worry, it's comin' back now.
I'm gonna try to do a weekly update again, but if I don't, get at me for it; I'm trying to myself finish stories I've started.
Thanks for the support and begging ^^