A/N: This is a pretty long chapter. Longest one so far, actually.
Yep.
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Vix awoke, six months later, to a small electric shock the ship gave her as it awoke her from her slumber.
"Approaching planet Earth," the ship announced in a bored, monotone voice.
Vix sat up slowly, her muscles cracking as she did so. She arched her back, and felt her spine unhinge itself.
She got up fully, almost hitting her head against the roof of the Cruiser. She must have grown slightly while she was asleep. Awesome.
Vix put a tender hand to the back of her neck. Gently, she peeled the bandages, wincing as the dried blood stuck to the gauze and her skin. She felt the back of her neck gingerly.
The deep, cavernous marks in her skin had now become raised, puffy scars that still hurt slightly. She used the reflective interior of the Voot to look at them, and noticed they were all white, jumbled together all over her neck.
Vix peered out the hatch at the approaching planet. It was a quiet little planet from space, covered in some blue and green stuff. A little moon circled it, covered in craters.
Vix climbed into the pilot seat and waited for her ship to dock. It took a while, and the trip into the Earth's atmosphere was pretty rocky, her ship acting like one metal fireball.
The ship crashed into a desolate, dreary street. The only sign of life was the Irken running towards her Voot Cruiser, hauling some sort of junk behind him on a cart.
The hatch opened, and Vix stepped outside. The chill wind whipped around her, and she drew her cape around her neck more. No sun was shining, but dark, fluffy-looking things blotted out the sky.
"Hide your identity! Afraid of being noticed? Then take these contacts and antennae extensions!" shouted the vendor, waving some antennae extensions in the air.
Antennae extensions? Really? Some Irkens really were desperate.
Still...they might be useful. She didn't want everyone to run away from her, especially when she needed information. She wanted to get back home.
She just couldn't wait to see the Tallest dead.
Quickly Vix snatched a pair of red contacts and square antennae extensions. "Hey! Those aren't free!" called the vendor.
Vix got up in his face, her disguise not completely on. "Consider my payment the sparing of your life," she spat.
The vendor's eyes narrowed, and then widened and dilated. "Wait...I know you. Dear Irk, y-you're...you're Vixe-" His screams were cut off as his throat was slit.
The vendor staggered backwards, his eyes wide and his mouth open. From under his hand, red blood oozed, dripping down onto the sidewalk. He fell onto his back as the light went out of his eyes, his mouth still open and his hand still clutched his neck.
Vix sighed and put her spiderlegs up. She dragged the body to a nearby ditch and grabbed a few extra pairs of contacts and antennae extensions which she stuffed into her PAK before heading back to her ship.
"Find available place for housing opportunity," she muttered to herself, and scanned a map of the area on her ship for any open space. Finally she found one, and quickly flew her Voot to the spot. She climbed out of the Cruiser and pulled up the building plan.
She drew a fairly tall house, with no windows and a door, with a gray and black color scheme. She added a nice chain-linked fence about half the size of her house in the front as well, and interwove some barbed wire as an afterthought.
Vix stepped back and watched her house come to life. It was wedged in between two other houses like her own, though they were both of different colors and had arbitrary decorations around them.
Vix smirked and admired her handiwork. The roof and door were black and the house was gray, and the grass out front was dying. The concrete sidewalk was faded from its original white color, and the fencing added an extra scary feel.
In other words, creepy.
Vix beamed and stepped inside her new home. The interior was as strange as the exterior.
There was a black and tattered leather couch, a big flatscreen television, a picture of a pair of scissors above the couch, and a gray nightstand to the right of the couch. The floor was dark gray concrete, and the walls were covered in peeling yellowing wallpaper. But that was just the living room.
There was also a kitchen, a bathroom, and a spare room on the main floor. All were strange and creepy-looking, the walls all peeling the same yellowing wallpaper, and the floors all concrete.
Vix loved it.
Walking to the spare room, Vix swung open the heavy black door. She gasped in delight.
The spare room was just one, huge, beautiful padded cell. It was yellow padding, and Vix threw herself into a wall as a test. It didn't even hurt.
Vix whooped with joy and promised herself she would try the room later, maybe after she killed something to let all her energy out.
She walked back into the living room. "Computer!" she shouted.
"What do you want?" a deep voice boomed irritatedly.
"Locate all the elevators on the main floor," she said.
"Locating..." The nightstand rose up in the living room, the trashcan in the kitchen opened, and the toilet in the bathroom opened the lid.
"Thanks Computer!" Vix grinned.
"Yeah...whatever."
Vix stepped into the elevator under the nightstand. The elevator descended, and Vix whistled absentmindedly. As it stopped and opened, she stepped out and looked around.
She must have reached the living quarters, because there was a long hallway of white doors in front of her, and a small hallway connecting to the next chamber near the left.
Vix opened the first door and peered inside. There was a desk, a bed, and a closet in the room. Every single thing was white. The furniture, the walls, the carpet, and the celling were all white.
She pursed her lips. "Computer! Change the floors to concrete, and the walls to that wallpaper, and the celling...make that concrete too."
"Do I haaaave to?"
"Do you want me to remove your memory chip and disable you?" She tapped her foot.
"You wouldn't."
"I've killed seventy-two Irkens. Maybe I'll add a computer to my list..." she said slowly.
Computer coughed. "R-right away!" Vix smirked and stepped outside the room.
The walls grew that same peeling yellow wallpaper, and the floor and celling turned to gray concrete. The desk became black, and the bed's bedspread became black too. The closet turned a dark gray, and the door outside turned black, and yellow caution tape appeared across the door.
"I-I thought you might want something extra. Since y-you're such a good master and all..." the voice boomed. Vix must have rattled it more than she thought.
"Thank you, Computer!" She grinned maliciously.
"A-anything for you, Vix!"
She stepped into her new room. She liked it. Opening the closet, she saw the mirror on the inside of the door, and racks of her same outfit hanging in the closet.
Pulling out a big knife from her PAK, she flipped it around in her hand once before stabbing it into the mirror. A nice spiderweb crack appeared in the center of the mirror.
Vix looked thoughtfully at the knife and flipped it around her hand again. "Maybe I should use these things more often," she thought out loud before throwing it into the air and letting her PAK catch it. She pulled out the rest of the antennae extensions and contacts from her PAK, and like magic a bin appeared in the closet, which she put them into.
Satisfied with her room, she went exploring some more, taking the little hallway to the left after slamming her door.
It led into an experimenting room, which she asked Computer to change into a torture chamber, complete with a hideous set of horrible tools, and a nice table to strap her victims into.
Computer didn't hesitate.
After some more exploring, Vix found two more experiment rooms (which she changed both into torture chambers), three storage rooms (two of which were stocked with food, and one with knives), and one big and empty room where Vix believed she could make repairs on her PAK and Voot Cruiser, which she switched the color scheme to gray and black, via the personal settings option in the Cruiser.
She headed back to the living room and plopped onto the couch. It must have gotten dark while she was underground, because the walls were lit up with an eerie green glow, which Vix loved.
"Computer? Could you see if there was any sort of place where I could meet other Irkens or something?" Vix said, peeling off her disguise.
"Yeah, here you go," it said. The TV screen flared to life, options scrolling down the screen. Vix moved closed, and selected a park.
"Average attendance: 579. History: One of the first Irken parks to open up on Defect Planet, many new Irkens gather to mingle with older ones. It is quite popular," Computer boomed.
"Hmm...sounds good. How far away is it?" Vix said, laying on her back and propping her feet up on the arm of the couch.
"About 2.52 miles. It would take about 26-35 minutes walking, and 14-23 with spiderlegs, but yours are...are..."
"Covered in the blood of my victims? Yeah, I'm aware. I think I'll walk, Vix said, and stood.
"You might want to wait until tomorrow. The park closed an hour ago, when you were looking around the base."
"Oh. Okay, then." Vix walked over to the fridge in the kitchen. She pulled out an Irken cola and popped the tab, downing it in thirty seconds flat.
She went into her room and fell asleep instantly. She was so tired, despite having just been asleep for six months. Her dreams were filled with each body of her victims in crystal-clear detail.
Vix smiled in her sleep.
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A/N: That was a long chapter. I just couldn't find a good spot to split it up! But oh well.
And to ShySilentWriter, don't worry! They will meet soon! Not now, but soon!
Now, I command you, go eat a cow!