UniqueRosa Damascena: . . . I'm guessing you're a huge Simonette fan?
rfollman: That's what I anticipated! Wanted to describe the objects without revealing what they are to the readers! That's all I needed to hear!
trex841: First question will be answered here and yes, the other Chipmunks and Chipettes along with Charlene will be appearing in the story
Chipettesrawesome44: Thank you!
WALL-E and EVE In Love: Wow I'm surprised to see a reviewer/writer from the WALL•E fandom under this fandom . . .
DISCLAIMER
The Chipmunks are an American music group of singing anthropomorphic chipmunks owned and operated by Ross Bagdasarian Jr. and Janice Karman under Bagdasarian Productions, formerly Bagdasarian Film Corporations.
The Chipettes are a fictional group of anthropomorphic chipmunk singers as the female counterparts of The Chipmunks first appearing on the 1983 Alvin and the Chipmunks cartoon series which the American production company Bagdasarian Productions holds the right to the characters.
The dog Pooka belongs in the 1997 American animated film Anastasia, produced and directed by Don Bluth and Gary Goldman at Fox Animation Studios.
"What the?"
Simon stares at the bright red circle on the ground, appearing to have materialized out of nowhere. Removing his ultraviolet goggles, keeping his corrective lens on, maybe he was seeing things. It either moved or flickered, something Simon never seen or read about while studying during his free time. Maybe it is another weird object he could add to his collection, but it doesn't seem right.
What the hell is that? As he reaches to touch it, the red circle suddenly moves from him, to the other side of the bridge.
If it's a bug, it's a species I haven't read about. Simon sets down his things as he walks over to the mysterious circle. It moves again, as if trying to get away from him. He tries blocking it, but it continues to move. It does a slow circle around Simon. He tries to twist around to see it without moving, following the dot in a complete 360° circle and falls over. Simon feels foolish for falling for that failure of common sense, yet he is getting some fun out of it by chasing the little bright dot around. The dot finally moves down the bridge at high speed. Simon runs after it, trying to catch it, chasing the dot down the street and into the open Hudson valley.
Unknown to Simon, distracted by this one red dot, another dot appears behind him, then another, tens of them, hundreds to thousands of them, all in a giant circle. Appearing on buildings and quickly traveling down the edifices, streets, and into the dry river, all of them enclosing around the one dot Simon chased after.
Having chased this thing in circles, the strange dot stops in the middle of the deserted valley.
"Aha!" Simon triumphantly yells, oblivious to the other red dots enclosing him.
As Simon reaches to grab the dot but found it is just light.
"Huh?"
The other dots triangulate with the center dot. He notices the ground shaking and the air getting hotter.
"HUH?" Simon exclaims, hearing a low roar, something like the sandstorms, but different, like something fiery and mechanical. He looks up, finally seeing the source of the noise, small balls of fire in the air coming down right above him fast!
Screaming in panic and out of reflex, Simon runs in one direction to avoid the threat. The bellowing noise has become very loud, scorching hot and windy altogether. Simon losses his footing and is blown off his feet by the unknown object. A column of fire, smoke, and kicked up dirt filling the air with deafening sounds, suddenly winding down in a mechanical whir, all is calm.
Barely moving, Simon shakily risks a peak at the source of the noise and heat that knocked him down.
The dust still thick to see through but the ground now turned to molten black glass. Simon finally sees the object: a rocket ship.
He slowly gets up, still shaken but now knows what just landed. The spacecraft had three extended engines attached to a tall body. A Buy N' Large logo stretched along the side, along with the letters 'ARV' written in futuristic bold font. Simon cautious approaches this thing, wondering what it was doing here.
A whirring sound emits from the spacecraft, causing Simon to jump over the hissing of a hatch opening up at the rear of the unknown ship. Simon dives behind the nearest rock to hide, no more than a few meters away. Something lowers from the opening, a six foot long cylindrical capsule, made of translucent metal, Simon noticed a layer of frost covering the whole capsule, as if emerging from a subzero freezer being lowered by the mechanical arm and letting go of it, the object levitating a few inches off the ground longitudinally.
It looked like a cryonic tube but had no seams along its surface to form any kind of opening, if it was one solid piece. A holographic keypad appears on its spotless surface. Through the tinted layers of frost and the capsules semi-transparent material, Simon could make out a silhouette within the capsule. Its shape oddly enough resembled something akin to a body, or an object with long and uneven curvatures. It looks like this capsule held something...or someone inside.
Simon watches on in fascination, sinking back behind his cover every time these machines created a loud noise. A smaller robotic arm emerges from the ship's mechanical arm, punching in some codes into the capsules keypad. As the last code punched in, the capsule emits a soft whir, getting louder and louder, like its getting ready to-
PSSSSSST!
Simon jumps in surprise as the pod suddenly hatches open, cowering behind the rock.
What is that?
Seconds go by without a single sound, drawing in a notion for Simon that all was clear. His curiosity gets the better of him as he hesitantly peeks over, the steam slowly fading to reveal…
An anthropomorphic chipmunk thawed, reclined lifelessly inside the pod but upon closer inspection, it was breathing. When Simon focuses clearly at the fully unfrozen chipmunk with the steam completely cleared, gasps at the sight.
The chipmunk inside the pod was a female, the most beautiful chipmunk female.
Jeanette.
She lays reclined in her thawed out cryonic pod in deep sleep, like a sleeping angel. An angel with dark brunette hair tied in a loose bun with a ribbon fittingly framed the prettiest face Simon had ever laid eyes on or the only face Simon has seen in his vivid memory. She was, to him, the perfect looking chipette: soft cheeks, delicate pink lips, a small pale pink buttoned nose, narrow jaw, skinny neck, and perfect fair patch of short light fur that looked smoother than the finest memory foam or silk.
The chipette suddenly stirred, awakening from suspended animation. She sleepily opens her eyes, turning over to sit up, and at that moment, Simon was suddenly transfixed upon the purist dark green eyes he ever seen with a twinkle in them akin to starlight.
Slowing stepping out onto the ground, she looks around, taking in her surroundings. She stood five foot seven inches. Even from afar, her voluptuous body looked impossibly stunning. She looked clean, healthy, and fresh from a long slumber in cryonic sleep, and she appeared to be young, around her teens. She wore some sort of high-tech skintight suit, matching the curvatures of her body, with state-of-the-art foldout holographic-pads, biodegradable scanners and a wide variety of scientific equipment strapped to her utility belt. She also had built-in anti-gravitational servomechanism onto her heels of her pale tint of azure color boots that matched her gloves strapped on her legs, her suit all a purple like the ribbon holding her hair in place. The ends of the ribbon ran down to the center of her small back, tied in a loose bow. Translucent nano-wires pulsate in her suit's circuitry, adding technological beauty to her physical magnificence that had more than stole Simon's breath.
Jeanette punches in a code on the cylinder she emerged from and in a second, the pod began to separate into pieces, folding into each other and shrinking until the entire thing was a pocket sized cylinder! Simon is amazed but still focuses on her. She places the cylinder into one of her many side pockets and pulls out some holographic pad from her utility belt, scanning the area around her.
Captivated by this maiden's impossible image, Simon watched her move with such fluid motion as if walking on air itself. The toxic waste not leave a single microbe of dust on her figurine, the sterility surrounded her like an aurora of her own light. Having seen nothing but this Earth's ruined landscape and its mountains of trash and the deceased for so long, the figure made it almost painful for Simon to see more of her, like staring into the sun. Being accustomed to the simplicities of what other humans and anthrop beings have left behind as treasures to him seeing her now, he looks at her like even the starriest night skies of the entire cosmos are nothing compared to her. The ugliness of the destroyed environment around her makes him feel out of place, his universe shattered.
She was, to him, the honest to god definition of "beautiful." He muttered under his breath, his head tilted, time seemed to slow as he feels a slow build of something inside, a sense of warmth and yearning ran through him, feelings of instantaneous attraction and longing he never felt before.
The ship's robotic arm retracts. Simon snaps out of his trance at the sudden noise. He ducks again behind his cover, unsure of what these machines were doing by themselves.
He kept his eyes on the chipette moving further away from the ship. A whirring sound heard, engines firing up.
The ship!
Simon runs to escape the approaching blast waves of the launching spacecraft. Unfortunately, the heat of the rocket engines blows Simon over his head several times a few meters away as the ship achieves lift off. In a few seconds, the roar and heat of its engines got quieter, the ship climbing higher into the polluted sky as it disappears into the clouds.
Shaken, having survived twice from being burned and blown away, Simon raises his head from a ducking position, making sure it's safe. All is calm again.
Wait! The chipette!
He looks around the dissipating column of smoke and dust, before spotting her a few hundred feet away unharmed, still surveying the ground if nothing happened.
She stops for a moment, looking up into the direction the spaceship took off if waiting for it to leave. She looks around her, all clear. She raises into the air, spinning lightly, her antigravity boots glowing, emitting no sound.
"Whoa!" Simon is fascinated further by the chipettes's ability to fly.
She stops spinning, her suit now changed into something sleek if it was supposed to move fast. In the blink of an eye, she fluidly whirls off into the distance, like a bird, eager to fly after a long time breaking away from a long slumber. The chipette felt the need to feel free.
She whips around, doing aerobatic circles, rolls, and loops. Simon whistles low at the display of such beauty of the woman in the air and her power of flight, he follows her fluid movements, trying to keep up with her incredible speed, almost going supersonic as she finishes a high loop. She makes a low pass over him, near the spot she took off. The chipette doesn't notice him, leaving him in the dust of her wake.
She moved flawlessly, quietly and smoothly, like dancing in the sky, the ribbon waving softly like swimming through water despite being in the blast of wind. Simon brushes off his glasses, from the dust cloud and still perplexed if she was a real angel.
"Awwwwh," he coos, love drunk at the sight of her swimming through the air at high speed, leaving indigo contour trails in her wake.
After swift movements around the trash towers, she hovers over the spot she started from, spinning flawlessly to a stop on the ground, touching down pretending she was a great dancer at the crescendo of a performance on an emissive stage, being highly praised.
Her hidden audience of one, still behind a large bolder gazed upon her with large, longing innocent eyes. As he watched her dance through the air, Simon felt if he should dance alongside her, like those actors in the movie last night.
I wish I could dance like—No. dance like that…with her, he wondered if he could hold her hand? Maybe kiss her? Simon realized he wanted, no, needed to see more of her.
Only now did Simon finally understand what the meaning behind falling in love meant, like the song, 'It Only Takes A Moment.' He was now in love.
Too oblivious to notice his hand clipping away a piece of rock from the boulder and hits the ground ever so lightly, only giving off a drip of a pebble...
KABOOOOM!
It happened too fast. The rock he hid behind exploded in a bright blue-white flash and deafening crack of thunder.
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Seen from afar, it formed a tiny mushroom cloud, the explosive sound alerted Pooka.
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Jeanette stared down the direction where the sound came from, her high-frequency hearing detected movement behind her. Instinct kicked in and she whipped around in a millisecond with a high-powered Type-2 DEW plasma rifle at hand, aimed dead-centered at where she fired a single shot. Her eyes now shielded by a polarized visor and a holographic heads-up-display activated by her gun's wireless targeting system every time she drew it for better aim. Behind the digitized mask, her emerald green eyes now apathetic and cold blooded, like the eyes of a trained soldier.
She waited for the smoke to clear, to verify what the immediate threat was and if satisfactorily vaporized.
Apparently, she doesn't want anyone or anything watching her joy flight, the only fun she ever gets on her mission to Earth, or her 'directive.' After being in hibernation for a long period, she had to shake the last bits of cryonic sleep out of her system, fast as the instant thawing was. She is still not fully awakened and reactive. The last thing she needed is to be jumped or spied on.
The smoke clears, weapon still trained on her target, Jeanette doesn't move or blink. Only a portion of the bolder still stood, now inscribed with a giant smoldering three-meter wide hole, edge's glowing orange hot and stone turned to glass from the ionized blast.
Hmm, at least my reflexes are still sharp, she thinks to herself as she holsters her plasma rifle to her waist strap with practiced Clint Eastwood style flips, her violet Head's Up Device deactivates, the visor dematerialize into thin air, her emerald green eyes now full of sweetness again as if nothing happened.
Jeanette returns scanning the environment around her in a gracious state again. She hasn't noticed a terrified chipmunk bundled up behind what was left of the boulder, trembling uncontrollably from having missed death by a fraction of an inch from the blast where his head had been.
As a side note, DEW is short for Direct Energy Weapon, a weapons that projectiles comprised forms of pure energy, electromagnetic rays or superheated gas such plasma, pulse sonic, particle beam, carbon lasers and ionized gas which looks like a downsized Covenant plasma rifle from Halo. For those who are not familiar with Halo, it's a science fiction video game franchise created by Bungie, owned and published by Microsoft Game Studios that was released on November 15, 2001 (Wikipedia).
A fun fact is "Alice blue" is a pale tint of azure favored by Theodore Roosevelt's daughter, Alice Roosevelt Longworth that sparked a fashion sensation in the United States.
And I will be using "Chipette" to define a female chipmunk throughout this story.