Chipettesrawesom44: Thanks!
WALL-E and EVE In Love: Okay, saying the EXACT same thing on a review for both here and under my "WALLY: The Humanized Novelization! edited" is kinda getting old . . .
rfollman: Yes, EVE blowing things up happens to be my favorite parts as well.
trex841: Yes, was never planning to change who was going to play EVE. Alvin, Brittany, Theodore, Eleanor and Charlene will appear about halfway so keep your eye out! Although, unfortunately, Dave Seville and Beatrice Miller will not be appearing in this . . . though I may add Clyde Crashcup in a scene . . .
Victory's Raconteur: Mind explaining what Halo is about? I heard of it and saw a couple of clips . . . is it about aliens or something?
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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.
Bagdasarian Productions owns the rights to the fictional anthropomorphic chipmunk singing group The Chipettes that first appeared on the 1983 Alvin and the Chipmunks cartoon series.
The character Pooka is a fictional dog in the 1997 American animated film Anastasia, produced and directed by Don Bluth and Gary Goldman at Fox Animation Studios
Jeanette scanned everything everywhere she went, using a small paper-thin electrophoresis holographic-pad emitting rays of blue light forming a laser grid upon any object she came across. It processed their material make-up, verifying if it has any biologic content. So far, she hasn't found anything yet, only three processing beeps followed by an Identified: Specimen Negative ping from her scanner.
She started her way from the landing site into Sector NA-001, going to survey from outskirt to outskirt, to find the object of his search. Jeanette have to do it fast, only given two weeks to scout out five hundred square kilometers of barren land on this polluted rock of a planet. She could enjoy a quick flight, though. She couldn't imagine who could survive out here with such sandstorms, extreme temperatures or the thick chemically tainted air.
That said person happened to be following not too far behind her as she made her way into the ruins of the Manhattan battery.
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Simon kept his distance and staying well hidden in the cover of shadows and trash piles, staying behind her for the past couple of hours. He finally stopped shaking from almost getting blown to smithereens. When he worked up the courage to peek from the smoldering bolder, he noticed she was gone. His instinct told him to stay away from her as possible but something inside him told this is the first interaction with another being besides Pooka he has seen since as far back as he can care to remember, still drawn by his inquisitiveness to her. Sure she may be hostile but it's better having the opportunity to have something called "social interaction" for the first time in a while in his life and with a female of the same species no less than being totally lonesome. Having once again surrendering to his curiosity, he cautiously followed her.
The chipette's scanner again turned up negative on some pillars of steel structure in front of her, so she moved on. Simon went after her once she was out of sight, careful not to make a sound or give away any indication signifying he was there. That meant walking in tiptoe steps and holding his breath most of the time.
Now he dealt with another problem in his mind. How was he going to approach her and introduce himself without dying?
Simon's thoughts interrupted by alarm when he sees Pooka approaching the chipette searching through car tires in an automotive junk yard. Simon shakes his head to get his dog to come back to him but Pooka went on, striding down the piles of trash toward the newcomer.
"Oh no," he whispers, ducking behind cover, expecting the worst. He couldn't stand to watch his companion to get blown u-
'BOOMM!'
A burst of plasma engulfs where he saw Pooka. Simon gasps wide-eyed and gut-punched at the thought his only friend incinerated!
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Jeanette instantly whipped around with her plasma rifle, a cold stare on her face trained on a sound that startled her ever so lightly. It's the second time she had to do that and it's starting to get her that there is something drawn to her presence. The chipette is not going to stay spooked and the best solution would always be to destroy whatever unnerved her.
Through the smoke, a lone unscathed canine emerged from the blackened crater she blasted.
Pooka shakes off the last bits of dust from his fur as he approaches the chipette, his tail wagging. Jeanette lowers her weapon, an intriguing smile on her now friendly and gentle face. She holsters her gun and pets Pooka.
"Awww how cute! A member of the canidae family!" Simon heard her from his cover. She had the very sweetest sounding voice he heard, probably the most beautiful sound that rose and fell in smooth harmonious melody he ever heard before.
He slowly sneaks a peek over the tires, he is astonished that not only has Pooka survived but also the chipette has taken a liking into Pooka, examining him if she's never seen a real live mutt before.
Pooka playfully licked Jeanette as he got his head scratched and petted. She giggles when the dog's licking makes her ticklish. Amazed by her even sweeter and pure giggly voice and the fact his dog had managed to befriend a deadly chipette Simon allows himself a small chuckle of relief.
Very. Big. Mistake.
Faster than his mind could process he was being shot at, Simon's cover exploded into a blue ball of fire, his eardrums almost bleeding from the blasts.
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Having detected a soft humanoid vocal sound behind a pile of tires, a chuckle as volumes as a scream in Jeanette's hearing enhancements, she instantly realized she and the dog were not alone. Worse, they were being watched.
In precision and speed, Jeanette drew her plasma rifle and quickly unloaded to where her HUD's sonic detection systems tracked the source of the sound behind a pile of tires.
Jeanette spots another life form, presumably and astonishingly, an anthropomorphic male chipmunk that's been stalking her. It cowered to the nearest cover. In a few shots, she blasts the stack of tires the figure uses to hide.
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Panicked beyond measure, Simon's instincts kicked in as he cowers away to the nearest cover, also destroyed. Blinded by fear he makes a run for it, but finds himself at a dead end, realizing all the places to hide all destroyed.
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She finishes off blasting away the last tire stockpile.
Gotchya, she had the unknown chipmunk pinned down. No place to run or hide, he drops to the ground curled up like a baby, shaking in total fear, expecting the worst. She stops shooting, keeping her weapon locked on to him.
"You!" she shouts at him, the tenderness of her voice now cold and hostile as her eyes.
"Who are you? Why are you following me?" Simon doesn't answer, too terrified and trembling for words. She steps closer, never taking her eyes or weapon off him.
"I said 'who are you?' Respond!" Again, he doesn't say anything,
"ANSWER ME!" she angrily shouted.
He waited for the shot that will finish him off. It doesn't happen but the fear gripping him was convincing enough that he was as good as dead.
Not wanting to die without another look at the most beautiful creature he laid eyes on, he risks a peek at her.
Very slowly, Simon raises his head from under his hands, still trembling and curled up like a cowering child. The smoke slowly clearing, he can make out the sight of a purple silhouette of his attacker.
He first notices from the ground up a pair of Alice blue antigravity boots strapped to slender calves, then up to her thighs that were smooth to the touch. He looks up to see a very attractive banana shape torso, one with a waist less than nine inches smaller than the hip. Her narrow waist and the hardened muscles of her abdominal were visible through the skintight suit. He glances higher, but blushes a shade of red at the sight of two three-inch radius bumps on her chest known as her breasts. He also finds himself starring down the barrel of her plasma rifle less than a few centimeters from his forehead, its power cell glowing fully recharged.
She stood directly in front of him in a combat stance, her plasma rifle aimed right between his eyes. Simon didn't care, he's seeing her up close.
He continued his glances upward, from her strong, femininely structured arms and shoulders, up her narrow neck where the Alice blue collar meets furred skin, to her tenderly sculptured face that still possessed the delicate features of an angel with the face of a trained killer. Strands of hair came loose from the bun, cascaded all around her head, framing her face perfectly and glorifying her image.
Her dark, reflective visor shielded her eyes, expression was unreadable but behind the mask was a face as serious and emotionless as ever, a few threads of hair in her face. She looked him over, after a few tense seconds, her visor deactivates. At the sight of her emerald green eyes once again, time slows down for Simon as he drinks in her sight. The smoke has finally cleared and the sunlight was reflecting off her white suit. Overall, she looked seductively strong. Through his eyes, the curvatures of her body would intoxicate and inflict lust in any mortal, but she could also just as easily break every bone in his body. She is even more alluring, even in her dangerous state. She's like a beautiful, deadly goddess incarnate to him.
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Jeanette now had a clear view of the cowering chipmunk before her as the smoke dissipated. Judging from his weathered humble attire, he was a worker. She also noticed a faded Buy N' Large logo, she realized if he was an actual surviving Buy N' Large cleanup worker, or at least a descendant of one who wore a scavenged uniform over a tattered long sleeved sweatshirt.
Looking over his pathetically weak physical state and the fact he is not armed, he was harmless as a fly. Yet she doesn't loosen her tense stance, he was following her and more of the reason to consider there is still a possibility of him intending to turn on her, so she's ready to blast him if she even thinks he is a threat. She could even kill him with her bare hands if she wanted to, for her advanced skintight suit had neural controlled strength actuators as thin as the cloth of her suit acting like an exoskeleton, giving her near-superhuman strength and reflexes, not including the bone and muscle enhancements given to her during training. Since this pathetic person was rail thin, she could break him in half.
Except, she doesn't feel too concerned to kill this poor chipmunk for there was something about him before her...
Their eyes made contact with one another. He saw the utter existence of pure awe and wonder in the laser-like stare of her dark emerald green eyes and she saw utter innocence in his large, fear ridden, and spectacled bluish-gray eyes. She lets her instincts to kill drain from her, but still in a defensive position to take action.
"Is this your mutt?" she calmly asked Simon, her voice a little softer this time.
He didn't know what to say. Wasn't she about to kill him or not? Simon realizes Pooka approached from behind the chipette motioning for his master.
He nods timidly, almost stop shaking altogether. He slowly reaches out for Pooka as he sits up a little. She pulls out her holographic scanner again and activates it on Simon, rifle still trained at him in a defensive stance. He is surprised at the bright light shining on him.
Three beeps and a negative ping sounded.
What is that for? Simon wondered if she is looking for something, because whatever it is, he wasn't it. Before he could say anything, the chipette holsters her weapon and walks away without saying another word.
Simon sat there in the charred ground of where she attacked him, completely fazed at the sight of her up close.
She looked at me!
He sighs lovingly at the clear mental picture of her in his mind but he didn't even say hello. He mentally cursed to himself. At least she let him live another day.
Well that's a start.
If you noticed, Jeanette isn't wearing her glasses for a reason that would be explained later on in the story. So, should she have her black glasses (first season of 80's cartoon and Alvin and the Chipmunks Meet the Wolfman), pink glasses (seasons two through nine of 80's cartoon & A Chipmunk Adventure) or the purple ones (CGI/Live Action)?