Tier 3 Chapter 3 Version 1

Just for reference: one dectraal is equal to two and a third yards. One Kollin year is about 1.00025 Earth years. If anyone requests it, I will post a unit conversion list on deviantART.

Rallen and Jeena followed Isaarf into the NPP hangar. They approached an enormous starship with a super advanced looking set of turrets set up along the side.

"Is that what we're riding in?" Rallen shouted excitedly. "It's the size of the ancient ship!"

"It rreally iss imresssivve issn't itt," Isaarf said in his slow voice, "butt thaat issn't whaat we'll bee ridinng in. We'll be traveling in sstyle." He led the two cadets to a small, slightly rusted ship that was similar to a teardrop is shape. Coming out from the sides of this sad little teardrop were two curved wings under which were missile launchers.

"We can't ride in that! It's not more than seven dectraals long; we'd never fit." Jeena said in disgust. "Besides, It looks like it's in terrible shape. We might be killed by a passing meteor!"

"I'd prefer it if you didn't talk about my family ship like that," Isaarf said in his sophisticated voice. "The Tiny terror fighter-class only exists anymore because Isaarf the first saved seven different sentient species, eight if you include the ripargan as separate from the fulil, from extinction. That does include both the human race and the Ooblajig empire. This particular ship has been in the family since Isaarf XVII. I won't have you disrespect a classic." With that, he lifted open the front window-dome and pulled the driver's seat foreward.

"There aren't any seats back here," Rallen said as he peered into the tight space, "and there's not much room either."

"Dvergar," Isaarf said to the ship in a gruff but understandable voice, "human seat command." A compartment in the back of the ship's interior opened and a bench seat slid out and filled the back section of the ship.

"There still isn't any room," Rallen pointed out.

"There's plenty of room if ya squeeze in thar," Isaarf retorted, still using the gruff voice. Then he thought for a while before switching back to his sophisticated voice. "... Forgive me, I was under the impression that you two were... close..." He looked to see their reactions. They both blushed a bright shade of red. Somehow humans think it's weird when we change color, but when they do it, it's normal. Isaarf thought to himself. "Ah, I now see that I should have kept my mouth closed. I apologise." He then turned to once again pull bach the driver's seat of the ship.

Rallen and Jeena awkwardly squeezed into the back of the tiny spacecraft.

"Dvergar," Isaarf addressed the ship with his gruff voice once again, "rendezvous with the Thor fleet, try to come into contact range with Hel this time, okay?"

"Understood, Sir," Dvergar replied in a smooth, but oddly artificial voice.

On the way out of Kollin's gravitational pull, Isaarf decided to speak up in his sophisticated voice. "In answer to your question earlier, Jeena, yes. Isaarf the first was the one who reversed Earth's global warming, and yes, this does mean that he was alive one hundred thirteen thousand years ago. The average Ooblajig lifespan is approximately seven hundred and forty Kollin years." The looks on their faces were priceless.

"H-how?" was all Jeena could say.

"I don't know," Isaarf replied, "I'm a pilot, not a medic."

After a long period of astonished silence, Rallen finally decided to ask the question that had been bugging him. "Isaarf, what exactly made you think that Jeena and I were... close?"

"It's no secret that the human male thinks about sex fourteen times at any given second," Isaarf explained. This got Rallen a scowl from Jeena and a blush on his own face. "As a pilot I was forced through some minor physiological literature classes and am able to, quote-unquote, 'read' your thoughts. Rallen's thoughts seem to be leaning heavily towards the image of Jeena wearing a-"

"Okay!" Rallen shouted, "I think you've made your point!" A few seconds later, Jeena punched Rallen in the shoulder roughly.

"Don't think of yerself as innocent," Isaarf said to Jeena in his gruff voice. "You still have a recent memory of yourself and Rallen in a medical bed together!" this caused Rallen to smile broadly as Jeena began to blush even brighter than he had.

"Approaching Thor Terror Fleet," Dvergar said. "ETA, ten seconds."

"Hail, Herospawn!" an excited voice shouted over some sort of video communication device. "I almost thought those humans had tricked us. It wouldn't be the first time, would it?"

"Danar, would you let go of the Arcturus incident!" Isaarf shouted loudly at the screen. "I already told you it wasn't my idea. How was I supposed to know Calvin had set up the whole thing?"

"Whatever, we're heading back to Sol soon, so get in line. Fragna-jua," He said as he soluted.

"Fragna-jua, you son of a bitch," Isaarf retorted in his gruff voice before turning off his end of the communication. "Dvergar, set a course for Sector D-2."

"What's in sector D-2?" Jeena asked.

"The hoome portaal," Isaarf said in his annoyingly slow voice. "Prepaare to returrn to Valhaallla, humaanss."

After what was possibly the longest and least comfortable trip through a portal ever, Rallen and Jeena found themselves in a completely new star system. Outside the front window, the two could see a pair of dwarf planets with no atmosphere. Some of the other ships in the fleet were moving down towards these.

"Home, sweet home," Isaarf said in a content tone of voice. "Kaluun darugi, Charon loniki jahud."

"You mean to tell us humans evolved on those lifeless rocks?" Jeena asked in astonishment.

"No!" Isaarf shouted, once again using his gruff voice. "I meant my home! Earth is far from here, I'm just here to re-supply. Welcome to Pluto and Charon."

Meanwhile, on Io...

"Trust my better judgment, master Krux," the tall blue creature said into one of his partner's many eyes. "This code is more than simply a way to understand how humans work. I have been testing a theory of mine on the aquatic life of this planet's moons and have managed to make gold from lead!"

"I believe I specifically told you to investigate the Ooblajig!" Krux shouted through his end of the krawl-mmunicator. "Why do you insist on following in Jado's footsteps?"

"Just look at your new minions, master!" this blue cretin is not listening!

"Are you paying atten-" Krux interrupted himself as he thought about what this high krawl had said. "What do I hear about new minions? Exactly what lead have you been using to make gold?"

"The biological codes in these animals can be easily modified to make them more closely related to humans. Due to their natural state's adaptations, this makes them susceptible to the mental control we hold over the underling krawl," the high krawl shouted excitedly. "This could be a way to hit the spectrobe masters where it hurts!"

"Though this information is useful, I still want you and Gunkii investigating the Ooblajig," Krux said with conviction. "I'll put Yariu and Hegion on this mission immediately. Now, I want you to repeat everything you just said so I know you were listening."

"You want my team to investigate the the Ooblajig while also working on this code thing," The tall blue krawl stated confidently.

"NO!" Krux yelled. "You, Ooblajig; Yariu, code! Do you understand!"

"I thought you could take a joke..." the annoying bug retorted. Krux sighed and closed the eye on his end to end the transmission.

Sorry, guys, Krux got WAY out of character there. At least I got this chapter out early. Thanks to all those loyal people who constantly read and contribute to my story.

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