Sandy Retribution (IC)

"I see." Said the Jorro'kil in the white suit. He turned around, and started walking towards a shuttle which had just arrived. The officer followed closely behind, but the UCU units waited until Celena, Samir and Ravage had started to follow, afterwhich they walked alongside the Trio.

The Jorro'kil in the white suit walked into the back ramp of the open shuttle, and into a passenger chamber where he and the officer took their seats and starpped in. The UCU's waited until Ravage, Celena and Samir boarded before entering the shuttle themselves.

The three boarded, with Celena taking a few moments to squeeze through the opening. When she finally did, she sat down in a corner of the shuttle. "Sometimes I wish I were smaller..." She muttered. Samir glanced at her, "You know, it's okay if some doors don't fit. Some races would think you were actually quite small..." He seemed to drift off in thought. "...How long was I out for?" He asked, mostly to himself. "...I can't answer that. Don't know the year when you went in the chamber, so I can't tell you how long. Most of the machines were busted." Ravage said.

After the ride to the Main Hall......


The shuttle landed at what could be called a large garage, but several stories above the ground in the Towering Hall. It was met with several engineers and Executives, dressed in black uniforms. Once the shuttle landed inside, its back ramp opened, and the UCU units, the Jorro'kil in the white suit and the officer unbuckled, and walked out of the ship, the UCU units again staying behind until the trio had exited the shuttle.

In a messaging base on Planet Brady, both Xikarians and computers worked to sort messages to the correct areas. It was a boring job, but it payed a lot. Messages were important. If all messages stopped being sent, the empire would lose contact with it's own planets and would eventually break apart.

But people and computers alike make mistakes. Radio waves from planet outpost planet Ttolion was sent to Brady's messaging base to be sent to Norcius. The computer alerted an orbiting satalite of an incoming message, and it prepared to recive it. But instead of sending it directly to Norcius, a glitch sent to satalite dish rotating. The message was shot off into deep space.

The message said, "Geleral Yil, we have some problems with a rouge asteroid field here. It could seriously damage the base. We want you to know that we'll be in the bunker when you arrive for inspection. Be aware that approach could be hard because of the asteroid field. Figinaught Hijui out."

The message flew through space. What nobody knew was that complete strangers would eventually find it...

"What the...." Emperor Riley whispered. His rPhone (iPhone, rPhone,heh) vibrated signaling an incoming text message, in an orbiting star base. He played with the original message, which wasn't a text at all, and it came from deep space. "Oh my Reatra" He quietly screamed. "Is this... FERRY! EXCUSE ME! Umm.. yes.." He said at the ticket stand, "I need to get back to my ship NOW!"

On his ship, he plugged in his rPhone to the ships computer. "TRACK THAT MESSAGE!" "Yes sir, but please don't yell." Bob the Computer responded. All this woke up Riley's Rybonian slave. "Wha.. what's... up?" He asked. "We are going exploring." Riley replied. "Oh Reatra, what happened now?" "Listen to this." Riley un-plugged his rPhone and tossed it to his slave. It said "Geleral Yil, we have some problems with a rouge asteroid field here. It could seriously damage the base. We want you to know that we'll be in the bunker when you arrive for inspection. Be aware that approach could be hard because of the asteroid field. Figinaught Hijui out."

"Wow. Ummm... well let's go!"

Friginaught Kelio Hijui quickly turned off the transmission, completely unaware of the misplaced message. "Alright, let's go underground." He said to his fellow soldiers and scientists. The Xikarian researchers quickly retreated to the underground bunker, which every outpost colony had as a precaution; they had to be installed by law.

General Yil had not known of the asteroid problem, but was cautious, anyhow: He hadn't received Hijui's status report.

"AHHHhhhhh..... Good simulated night's sleeeeeeeep." Riley yawned, looking up at the darkened portholes above, simulating night-time. "Alright, well, where ids this place we're going?" He said while his slave woke up. "Are we there yet?" His slave asked. Rylonians (at least the urban masters) were not too cruel to their slaves, mainly because of the law for racial "equality" in the Empire. But the agricultural raptors out in the colonies don't really care, causing the majority to dislike them even more. "No, a few minutes." Riley said.


A few minutes later, the Imperial Royal Vessal (I.R.V) Reatra suddenly came out of warp in a massive asteroid field. "WHAT THE NETHER!?!?!?!?"

Yil anxiously waited one more day for Hijui's status report, quick of course didn't arrive. The next day, battleship Brady took off from Norcius's repair docks, having recently been damaged by an asteroid. Yil headed for the asteroid planet, unaware that anyone else would be there.

Hijui and the researchers remained underground. It was more or less of a scary experience. Every once in a while, a small asteroid would crash. Their commmunication poll was destroyed in one of the collisions, so they were cut off from the outside at the moment.

Ravage and her companions began to follow the Jorro'kil, various doubts, dreams, and hopes riding on this encounter. Ravage was beginning to truly doubt exterminating the Dominion single-handed. Rather, a different image shaped her dreams, as much as she didn't want it to. She began to long for simple things. Peace, maybe. A life where there was no strife or pain.

The white-suited Jorro'kil approached the two dark-suited executives, and informed them in a low tone that he was going to take Ravage, Samir and Celena to several places inside the Main Hall. One, for blood samples. Two, they were to be given ID tags, and third, they were to be taken to a meeting room where the Governer and several other officials could discuss some important things about the trio's existance, and whatever else that Ravage wanted to discuss. The two dark-suited officials nodded once the white-suited Jorro'kil had finished, and dismissed themselves from the large "hanger" room.

The white-suited Jorro'kil turned and walked back to the trio. "Sorry for the slight delay, we can now proceed. Please follow me." He said.

(I was thinking that ravage could ask who exactly the white-suited Jorro'kil is, or what rank he is)

"Very well... I almost forgot to inquire of your rank." Ravage said, catching herself, realizing she didn't know what to call him. She didn't really know that much about the Jorro'kil, despite her empire having been an ally. She hadn't really been very focused on being politically accurate, and she knew that calling someone 'sir' could be an insult if they were of higher rank. However, being a Lieutenant was only a step away from a General, or a Commander, in space terms. Did diplomats and negotiators count as higher ranks? That was the confusion between governments.


Samir's eyes narrowed slightly. In his short time in this new future, he had quickly learned that Ravage wasn't entirely stable. Her strong instincts and primal behavior made her unpredictable, and dangerous. He thought he had heard the Jorro'kil mention blood samples. That bit worried him. Ravage looked mutated already, but she hadn't shown them her claws or advanced healing, yet. She might not take too kindly to being pricked with needles. He might have to warn them in advance before they tried, or things could get ugly, very quickly.

"You're right, How rude of me to forget. I suppose you could say I'm a.. specialist. My job is to help protect, among other things." The white-suited Jorro'kil replied to Ravage. He continued to walk towards a large pair of sliding metal doors which led down to a long hallway. They slid open, and he walked through.

As they approached the medical ward, Samir tensed, and walked to the front of the line, standing behind the Specialist. He tapped on the Jorro'kil's shoulder, vaguely aware that Ravage's feathers ruffled slightly. "Sir, may I speak with you for a moment?" He took the Specialist aside. "I overheard you mention taking blood samples. I'm okay with you taking mine and Celena's, but I would highly suggest you don't ask for any from Ravage." Samir's voice was deadpan, "She's not entirely safe when blood is involved." He added.

The specialist looked at Samir, then with eyes slightly narrowed, at ravage.

"Understood." He said. The specialist turned and continued to walk down the corridor. "Our first destination is just round the next corner." Said the white-suited Jorro'kil as he walked ahead of the trio. he rounded the corner up ahead, and waited for Ravage, Celena and Samir to come. The room they were about to enter had two revolving doors, both of them had a purple + sign.

The trio and rounded the corner. Meanwhile, Samir continued to observe Ravage carefully. The closer they got to the medical ward, the more agitated she appeared to be. Her feathers were ruffled, making her appear twice her size, and the toes on her four feet were splayed wide, the claws trying to dig into the floor. Her head was lowered, and her eyes darted about the room. He hoped the Specialist understood, Ravage may attack if she scented blood, or if she were threatened.

The specialist approached the revolving doors, and held one of them open for Ravage, Samir and Celena. Celena would probably need both doors open, though.

"We're going in for a small blood sample, we'll require only a very small amount of your blood, but Ravage is not required to give hers. Then we can go on to get your ID tags." He said, openly so that they would all know what was going on. Samir and Ravage, anyway.

Samir nodded, and as they entered, they were quickly approached for blood. Samir gave his without complaint, his red blood perhaps somewhat new to the Jorro'kil, who seemed to have purple blood, judging by the color of the cross in the medical ward. Celena's, he discovered, was red, also. Meanwhile, Ravage stood a distance away, holding her head low, and her hands covering the front part of her beak. It was clear she was trying to ensure that she did not smell anything. She was now relaxed, but her nose was as much a danger as her claws.

Once one of the doctors had finished drawing blood from Samir and Celena, he quickly took both of the needles which he had partially filled over to an area which looked to be of science, test tubes, microscopes and various other devices. He was assisted by another Jorro'kil in a long white labcoat. The doctor prepared to examine Samir's blood, while the one in the labcoat Celena's blood.

Once Samir and Celena had their bandages put on after the blood sampling, the Specialist announced it was time to go for their ID tags.

Once out of the medical ward, Ravage uncovered her beak, still making sure she held her breath. She really had to avoid smelling it. The last time it had happened, she had gone mad. It didn't matter if it was her own, or the blood of anything else. It was just plain dangerous.

Meanwhile, Celena was getting used to the bandages. It still bugged her. It hurt. But she also realized she was missing something. Why was everyone whispering, and why was Samir and that Specialist guy giving Ravage weird glances? She walked up to the Specialist, "Am I missing something?" She asked, "Why do you keep giving Ravage those looks?"

The specialist looked up at Celena, turned his his eyes to the side in a thoughtful look, and replied to Celena's question.

"Ravage is...different. Her biological structure matches that of no other Chimerosu which suggests a mutation, which, as I have been warned of, would most likely cause...emotional and physical issues. which is why Ravage must be handled with caution." he said.

Celena thought, and nodded, "That is a good idea. The last time something bad happened, she lost it. I almost got a clawed hide because I walked in at the wrong moment. She said when we were on the ship that she helped with some sort of secret operation with the Jorro'kil a long time ago. Something to do with an Ancient Weapon. I don't know, she wasn't very clear on it, and she just growled at me when I asked for more details."

"I see." The specialist replied.

He started to walk again, leading Samir, Ravage and Celena.

"The ID tag center is on the next floor, we'll have to take the Elevator." He said.

The trio continued to follow the Jorro'kil to the ID room. Celena was all the while amazed by the different things she saw. Coming from a planet where such technology was rare, the Jorro'kil base looked more like a palace. However, no palace should make anyone nervous. Ravage seemed to visibly bristle in such a location, as though she were threatened, although that wasn't possible.

The specialist approached th elevator which was at the end of the corridor. the doors were quite large, and would most likely be able to accomodate all four of them. The specialist typed in a code while keeping the others from seeing what he typed in. After a few seconds wait, the elevator doors opened, and the specialist stepped aside and waited for Ravage, celena and Samir to step inside. Despite looking small from the outside the elevator interior was actually quite roomy.

"BOB!" Riley yelled, nothing happened. "BOB!" He screamed. "WHAT!" "WHY ARE YOU YELLING?!" Riley yelled. "BECAUSE YOU ARE!" "OKAY THEN, JUST SEND OUT A MESSAGE WITH THIS RECORDING TO ANYTHING WITHIN 800 MILLION REAHDS(Rylonian unit of measurement that is just 0.03277 millimeters under a human mile) OF HERE." "OKAY, FINE" Bob the Computer said. "WHY ARE WE YELLING" Another emo-bot(emotionally active robots) screamed, which started this whole argument with the other emo-bots. "I DON'T ENJOY PIE!" "WHAT IS UP, MA HOMIES?!?!" "I AM A PIRATE TACO!!!!!!!!!!!" They screamed. "EVERYONE SHUT THE H*ELL UP OR I WILL RIP OUT ALL OF YOUR CIRCUITS ONE, BY ONE, BY ONE!!!!! YOU'RE ALL GIVING ME A MASSIVE HEADACHE!" The Emperor ordered. Just as they shut up their message had been sent to any thing that could receive it within just under 800 million miles of his ship.