Irken Corruption: The Beginning

by RoboticMasterMind

2000 years after Impending Doom 2, a new era started. The resisty had built up their numbers throughout the millenniums, and almost cripples the Irken Empire. During their attack and attempts to destroy the smeetary underground, they instead create abominations that are used later for experimentation. One of them however escapes from being deactivated, becoming a twisted nightmare.

2. Creation

Next Chapter! Finally I'm not stuck in writers block and waiting 100 years to post a chapter. I will try not to do the same with the other ones ^^;
Anyway enjoy, even if this chapter isn't really funny but I'm sure to add humor into it within the future chapters.

Creation

The goat-like alien known as a vortian hung helplessly within a metal dungeon. Chains held him up, his pointed feet dangling above a meter off ground. The metal floor was rusted, and stained with dark smudges, unown to him but whatever it was it wasn't anything pleasant. He was beaten, shocked, and dragged into this place knowing he was going to eventually die. But at least it was for the good of the resisty and their cause. He had done his part to corrupt a control brain with a defective PAK obtained from an Irken they had captured in the past. He however did have a family, one he left reassuring his daughter and wife he'll be back. To free their long enslaved race that had been forced to create the Irkens weapons 2 millenniums ago since impending doom 2.

A scream he heard echo throughout the halls outside. Screams of captured resisty members as they were tortured to death. Tears began to roll down his cheeks with him unable to wipe them from the cuffs wrapped around his wrists to hold him up. The wait seemed to take forever, until finally the doors slide open with 2 Irken soldiers walking in. Each of them grabbed hold of his arms, one of them unlocking the cuffs with one free hand. As the chains came loose he dropped onto the hard floor with a grunt. Without waiting for him to stand up, they proceeded to drag him through the door. His knees and elbows being scrapped and bruised as he was violently tugged, and yanked through the hallway.

He couldn't tell how many prisoners they'd taken but he knew there probably weren't many since there was only a scream heard once in a while within an hour. They stopped at a door, the soldier opening it to reveal a small grey room. An empty chair was within the center, each arm rest ending with a cuff to restrain one that sat in the chair. A strange but deadly looking machine was attached to the ceiling above the chair, each end of it had deadly looking blades attached to it, some of the blades stained with blood. Many other deadly gadgets were also lined up inside the center.

Dragging the helpless vortian inside, the soldiers forced him down into the chair and cuffed both his arms. Chuckling one of the guards asked, "Is there any last words vortian?"

The Vortian growled, spitting in the soldiers face, "I hope you all die!"

Now angry the soldier slammed his hand on a button snarling while wiping his face, "You're lucky you're going to die a quick death. If I had a say in the matter, I would had killed you with a slow and painful death!"

Tubes snaked down from the machine from above, attaching to each of the Vortians arms. Before he could even let a scream escape his lips, his eyes widened as poison was pumped through his veins from the tubes injecting it into his body. His body slowly became limp, and his head dropped. His eyes staring empty and lifeless.

Days later reports of smeets being produced incompatible with the PAK and ones horribly deformed to the point of not being able to move were sent to the tallest. The tallest disregarded it as only a few bad mishaps, until the reports became more and more common. Until finally there was a report of the sector infiltrated by one of the resisty members was contaminated.

One Irken, a lieutenant by the name of Crag suggested the sector to be quarantined. Agrasis stood before the aging lieutenant that was entering his older years soon. "My tallest, if the sector isn't contained and swept we will be exposing the future of our race to infected, possibly diseased, and physically defective Irkens." The older Irken pleaded.

Agrasis's grey eyes narrowed from hearing the complaints of his followers and those he commanded. Not only had they never seem to listen to him when being addressed, but now they were trying to disobey his authority by complaining about something he could care less about. If they wanted him so badly to do something about it, he'll do something about it. Just to replace these ignorant soldiers with much more superior, obedient, and smarter soldiers. He growled, "Fine, we use these defects to be used to test a better PAK."

Crag's eyes widened, "what…w…why would you want to create a better PAK?"

The tallest swerved around, shouting, "DO NOT QUESTION YOUR TALLEST!"

Crag knowing he angered his leader quickly backed away, "Y..yes my tallest." He quickly walked out without looking back. Agrasis's angry eyes glaring after him as he left.

Without hesitation Scientists were ordered to start working and designing the new PAK tech. Years passed as they worked steadily and vigorously on the PAK. Some of the older prototypes differed in design, but failed to function properly. Some exploding from malfunctioning, others destroying its deformed or mutated host taken from the infected sector of the smeetary. Over 400 smeets died throughout the testing, and dozens of PAK designs scrapped. The next PAK created was a rather normal looking PAK besides the Navy blue spots. All PAK technology was kept at a distance to prevent any accidents, or the machine itself from possibly attaching to someone and killing them. With these prototypes they had no idea how it would react to its organic host it was too attached to. They used robotic arms to work on them instead, to avoid any possible casualties.

They had fitted the newly constructed PAK on so far fifty Irken smeets, each of them dying from rejecting the PAK or the smeet dying from its physical defects. Missing mouths, excess growths, limbs being in the wrong places, and other horrors. Some of the smeets were rather normal looking but still dying and becoming useless due to weak brittle bones, or being paralyzed. Of course the Scientist could have saved those smeets with the technology they had but their laziness and focus to succeed prevented them to really care. Instead the smeets were thrown away like all the others.

The next smeet, the 457th was fitted with the navy blue tinted PAK. It was a male obviously with unusual light cyan eyes, the smeets antennae being unnaturally long and sweeping down his back. This causing the smeet's head to lean backwards from the weight. Many of the scientists doubted the smeet to live from barely being able to walk and much to their own terror it having a nasty row of sharp, crooked, and a bunch of missing teeth in its mouth. After placing the smeet into an empty room like so many other mutated and deformed smeets had been, they observed from behind a one way mirror. They waited 3 days to see if the usual anticipated death came.

The smeet still lived, its eyes wandering and curiously looking around the room. The smeet had been looking around; sometimes crawling to the other end to examine a wall, only to find out nothing was there to possibly find a way to get out. The smeet at times would mutter words in its small voice repetitively "where am I?"

After waiting for so long the scientists began to grin, shouting, "Success!" Ordering one of the guards to enter the room to remove the smeet, one scientist replied with excitement, "Now we must test the subject."

The guard opened the door to the room, attracting the smeet's attention. Not knowing exactly what was happening the smeet squeaked, "w..who are you."

The guard didn't reply, instead grabbed the smeet by the leg, and lifting him up forcefully. The guard walked out with a now struggling smeet trying to push loose from the guards tight and rough grip.

One of the scientists asked, "So when do we know when the PAK takes effect?"

The Scientist that gave the order to the guard answered, "Maybe a week or so. The abomination has only been disconnected from its original PAK in replacement for the prototype 3 days ago." The scientist smiled, "I don't think it'll be long before we see the PAK in action. In the mean time we keep the smeet we will call 457 holed up in one of the containment units."

The other scientist raised a none-existent eyebrow, his magenta eyes showing a look of confusion, "Isn't the only containment unit we have old and sort of like the dungeons?"

The other nodded, "Yes, I know. But who really cares, once the PAK is proved to be successful we are to terminate the host."

Once the guard reached their destination, they threw the smeet roughly inside. He yelped making a pained squeak from the rough landing. Looking up the smeet watched as the guard shut the door and was then left in pitch darkness.