A Call to Another Race

[yaburu]

(No problems here)

Yay-Ann smiled. "That would indeed be useful for many of our vassal planets. The people on one planet in particular are suffering from a deadly disease. Multiple other planets are attempting to help, but they're just holding the tide back. I don't think anyone's taken a nanotechnology route before. You must be a brilliant man to have mastered such an advanced technology."

She then turned back to Saberon "We can put these in a cargo hold if you wish Lord Tchove. Or you can show them off right here if you feel that would be appropriate."

[The Great MM]

"Well it's nice to see someone who appreciates my work."The scientist said, glaring at Saberon. "In all honesty, it was more or less a fluke with mercury."

"I think you can show off your pets here, doctor." Saberon said with a tone of anger. Rudolph looked at Yay-Ann and smiled. With a nod, her men dropped the two cargo.

Saberon spun around taking a seat at the table and propping his legs up. His three guards remained standing, looking at the cargo, as did the mammals.

"This first creature was made a few weeks ago, one of my latest designs." The scientist said, reaching into his pocket and pulling out a black remote. With the click of a button, the red tint of the cargo began to turn transparent, and soon a moving shape became visibe....

Almost three feet high and moving freakishly, a spider-like creature, but not a normal one. It had ten appendages instead of eight and its abdomen constantly lifted over its head like a scorpion's tail, but a stinger did not tip it, but instead a set of pincers that clamped wildly. It hissed and carried on, and then Yay-Ann noticed...

On its back, a set of translucent wasp-like wings were buzzing, constantly ramming it into the wall. "Don't worry, he's not strong enough to break that cage." The scientist assured, "He's a hybrid, like all my children. Part solfugae, earwig, and wasp. A deadly creature."

Pressing another button, the other cargo lost its color, revealing its creature. This one wasn't nearly as frenzied. It was coiled up, no doubt asleep, but obvious it was a giant snake! A rattle tipped its tail and its head had a hood, the snake was oblivious to its surroundings, possibly due to the huge bulge in its midsection indicated it had been fed recently.

"Stryker." The scientist said, "Dozens of snakes all rolled into one." He noticed that the mammals were starring at his boys, "They're just small now." He said, making the diplomat look back at him, "In a good few months, they'll be big enough to eat the Earth's kaiju."

"Impressive." She answered.

Saberon sneered while sitting. "You have no idea." He laughed, "Why doncha' show the lady your true surprise."

The man looked at him, and then at her. "Is there anyway we can transmit one of our live feeds of Earth... To this room?" He asked.

[yaburu]

"Yes, it shouldn't be difficult at all. We merely need to establish a link with your ship." Yay-Ann said as she took out a small device from her pocket and contacted the bridge. "This is Yay-Ann. Contact the Klenthurian ship and request a live feed from Earth. Have that feed sent to the main monitor here in the Docking Bay."

A "Yes Ma'am" came immediately, and presumably, the bridge began its task. "Lord Tchove, if you need to contact you ship to give them further instructions, please do so."

[The Great MM]

Saberon meerely nodded and clicked his wrist, making it beep. "Done." He said, flickering his tongue. Yay-Ann nodded and smiles as a flat screen lowered from the ceiling. The screen was fuzzy at first, showing nothing but static until a bird's eye view of a forested region of the Lawless Zone came about.

"Beam 'em down." Saberon said into his wirst band. The reptile pointed at the screen, making the female diplomat turn and watch as a flash of light and a tower of white touched the ground.

"This is a real example of my work." The scientist declared, "Enjoy the show." ....

The forested region of the Lawless Zone was about to meet something new. A gigantic reptile, not unlike that of dozens of its own mutations, was beamed down by a brilliant white light. It remained on its hind legs for several seconds, head swaying and tongue hissing before smashing down on its front legs, its great mass shaking the very Earth, making flocks of birds escape.

Suddenly a bellowing cry came from the trees…

The oversized lizard turned around, tongue flickering as the trees swayed. Something was coming! It roared again, making more white birds swarm out of the jungles. Finally it appeared, snapping the trees like match sticks and showing itself to Razor.

A massive spider! A tarantula to be exact! Huge fangs waited and its hairy body stood frozen as its rounded cylinders of eyes stared at the alien lizard. With a spooky cry, the Tarakka charged forth. Razor hissed and lowered its warty head, just dodging one of the spiders legs as it lashed out.

As the tarantula’s leg pulled away, Razor’s jaws opened up, catching the tip of the leg. Head thrashing, Razor pulled the spider forward, clamping down even more as thick goo began to flow. The spider shouted its bellowing war cry again and lifted up on its back four legs, smashing its free front three ones on Razor’s spined back.

The lizard snarled through the bite and began to spin. With just two spines, the leg was easily torn off the body of the hungry predator, leaving the Tarakka screaming in horror. Suddenly, the spider fell forward, whining as pain spread up its body from the venom located in Razor’s saliva.

As the spider hissed, Razor turned around, smashing its whip-like tail right into the mid-section of the arachnid, creating a large cut from the whip. The spider howled and suddenly showed signs of life and bolted forward, huge mandibles latching onto Razor’s right back foot.

The tail came again, smashing into the same area at a different angle, making a cross shape. The spider released, only for Razor’s tail to smash into its side, the powerful blow making the predator skid dozens of yards back before rolling onto its side.

With a hiss, Razor’s body launched into the air. The dragon whined softly as hairs launched from the upside down spider’s abdomen, stabbing into the black, scaly flesh.

But this did little to stop Razor. He came down like a meteor with claws and teeth, smashing hard on the Tarakka’s exposed underside, rendering exoskeleton as if it were nothing. Submerging its head in spider goo and gulping down gallons of its green and white fluid, Razor killed the spider. Lifting its slimy head into the air, the komodo dragon began to “bark”, challenging all mankind and monster kind like its allies before him did. The reptile then began to dig, ripping up the Earth and kicking up a storm of soil as he vanished.

The screen went back to static, and Saberon whistled and clapped his hands. "Not bad, Rudolph." He announced, "How about you?" He asked, looking at the female.
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[yaburu]

Yay-Ann smiled and rubbed her chin thoughtfully and spoke to herself. “Klenthurian biologically-altered monsters and Bartosian machines of war…together, not a force in the universe could stop us.”

“Hmm?” Saberon inquired

Yay-Ann faced him and apologized “Oh, I’m very sorry Lord Tchove, I was just pondering the potential this new information brings to our alliance. With these monsters, and our own powerful war machines, there is little that could be done by anyone to stop us. In fact, I think it would be prudent to show you something we’ve been working on, if you’d like. We call it ‘Armada P.E.R.F.E.C.T.’ Shall I escort you to it’s hanger?”

[The Great MM]

Saberon grinned, exposing his white, triangular teeth. "I like the sound of that." He said, clapping his hands together and nodding. His clawed feet clanged on the floor as he stood up. "Your weaponry sounds interesting. I ponder at what the results of a fusion of your technology and my..."

Rudolph coughed across the room...

"... Our bio-technology would be like." Saberon closed his eyes and breathed in sharply before speaking. "The firepower of an army of a million... The ferocity of Sanarian Centipede... All in one beautiful, perfect killing machine!" The reptile lord opened his eyes, "Yes. Yes I do want to see something... Perfect."

He moved for the door, making the scientist lift a finger. "Would it be it too much to ask for your men to load my pets back on board the Deathray?" He asked, "It's soon time for Manticore's feeding, and I doubt you want him escaping here."

[yaburu]

"Of course." Yay-Ann said nodding her head. She glanced over at the soldiers who had offloaded the two creatures, and motioned for them to load them back onto the Death Ray.

Immediately they obliged, as she turned back to Saberon. "I was thinking about what a fusion of your creatures and our war machines would be like as well, Lord Tchove. But I didn't want to voice my curiosity in case you didn't think the idea wise or feasible. But now that I know you do, yes, I think it's an idea worth researching."

Yay-Ann keyed in a few commands on a panel by the entrance, and the door hissed open. "Please follow me, I'll escort you to Armada's hanger." She said, exiting.

Dore-Ay was waiting on the outside, along with the remaining 14 soldiers. "So?" he asked anxiously "How goes it?"

"It goes very well thus far!" she said excitedly "They've become quite well versed with creating hybrid creatures, and increasing their size to massive proportions. Lord Tchove has already expressed interest in fusing their bio-weapons with our own war machines."

Dore-Ay raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "So the meeting's over now?"

"No, dear. I'm going to escort them to Armada's hanger. They showed us one of theirs, now I feel it's in good faith to show them one of ours."

"Shall I have the rest of the guards escort you as well?" Dore-Ay asked quietly as Saberon and his crew exited the docking bay.

"No. You may continue to monitor us if you wish, but further guards will not be necessary." Yay-Ann answered confidently.

"As you wish, my dear." Dore-Ay said, putting his arm around his wife and giving her an affectionate kiss before turning an ordering the rest of the guards away with him.

[The Great MM]

The reptile tyrant quickly looked over, noticing Dore-Ay pulling away from his wife. His eyes turned to Saberon, whom simply smiled and winked his eye while his forked tongue tasted the air.

Saberon chit chatted with the diplomat about this and that, mostly just explaining how they made the hybrids were made and how they increased their size and aggression. Dr. Ackert butted in several times, being able to explain it in much more detail.

"So nanotech seems to be your best discovery yet." Yay-Ann said, nodding as Rudolph and Saberon finished.

"You have no idea." Rudolph responded, "Ideaologically, it can take on the form of any shape. Changes its temperature, act as an enhanced form of a body's immune system, and that's just touching the surface. Given enough time, we'll be able to use it to stay alive... Forever... Completely impervious to damage and disease."

Before she could answer, a commotion came from a room not far away. At first it sounded like a fight, but getting closer, it was cheers! The group looked into the bar to see Gatoro and a massive soldier sitting at one of the tables, hands locked as they tried to beat one another in a great arm wrestling contest. The table was already splintering at their elbows as they both pushed against each others arm.

"Such a brute." The scientist said, crossing his arms as he followed the group aware, leaving the bar, including Gatoro, totally oblivious to the fact they were just being watched.

[yaburu]

Chuckling and shaking her head as she heads down the corridor, Saberon and his crew in tow, Yay-Ann continues speaking. “It appears as though your Gatoro has found the challenge he was looking for. I have a feeling several of our crew will be buying him drinks before he leaves.”

Both she and Saberon chuckle before getting into a large cylindrical tube. “Section 5, subsection 10 please.”

“Warning! Section 5 subsection 10 is a restricted area of the ship. Level 10 clearance is required.”

“Authorization, Yay-Ann, crew number 528 dash 5”

“….Authorization accepted.”

And with that, the tube began to move, within a few seconds, dropping them off at their destination. A door was directly in front of them, guarded by two Bartosians.

“We were told to be expecting you, Yay-Ann” one of them remarked “Are these guys with you?”

“Yes soldier, they are our guests. I wish to show them Armada.” She responded.

Both Bartosians nodded to each other, and both turned to a keypad on either side of the door, keying in, at the same time, a code. Once they were finished, a scanner popped out of a latch nearby, and one of the soldiers held it up to Yay-Ann.

“Yay-Ann.” She said simply into a mouthpiece.

”Voice pattern recognized, please provide retinal identification”

The soldier held the scanner up to her eye, and it was quickly scanned

”Retinal pattern recognized, please provide fingerscan.”

Yay-Ann put her hand on a panel that scanned her fingerprints as Saberon continued watching intently, taking in the security measures they were taking to protect this thing.

”Fingerscan recognized, performing final scan.”

A white light began to scan Yay-Ann’s entire body as one of the soldiers leaned over to Saberon. “That last part makes the security air tight. See, you could imitate her voice, cut out her eye and her hand, and you’d be able to pass all those scans. But see, that scan makes sure she’s alive and okay. It checks everything. If her heart rate is even elevated by too much, it won’t let her in, ‘cause that indicates she might be under stress due to being forced into it.”

Saberon nods at the Bartosian, with an appreciation for the completeness of the security.

”Scan complete. Welcome Yay-Ann”

The doors opened and Yay-Ann stepped in, ushering in her guests as well. And that’s when they saw it. 60 meters of metallic death. “Gentlemen, I give you the greatest Bartosian war machine ever created: Armada P.E.R.F.E.C.T.!”

[The Great MM]

Saberon's eyes opened like that of a child's on Christmas Day. He stepped forward, trying not to allow his own awe come out too much. Putting his palm up and placing it on the glass, he muttered "Magnificent."

Rudolph crossed his arms and lifted his head in appreciation of the weapon. He couldn't hold back a wicked sneer as he eyes its many systems.

Yay-Ann smiled and turned to look at her guests. "I see you like."

Saberon turned away, his eyes narrowing on the female almost as if she was his enemy, not his ally. "Now that's the under statement of the year." Yay-Ann took a step back by Saberon's gaze, "I do hope we get a chance to join with it...."

"Why wouldn't you?" She asked as Saberon rotated his back to gaze upon its size.

"I'm sure your husband told you of our demands. We are a species that lives to survive and survives by feeding."

Rudloph began to say something, but was interrupted by Saberon's wrist band coming on with a voice just a tad bit deeper than his own. "Another species has been identified." The creature's voice spoke.

Saberon brought up his wrist to answer. "Keep your distance." He ordered, "If they make contact, tell them I'm busy. It's first come first serve." With a click, Saberon ended the transmission.

"Now, Yay-Ann." He said, taking his attention back to her, "Will your weapon here be helping Rosie out down on Earth?"

[yaburu]

Yay-Ann turned to a technician, a female Bartosian that had just entered the room, and was dressed in more traditional Bartosian female clothing, with much cleavage exposed. “How close is Armada to being battle-ready?” she asked

“It’s ready right now. We were hoping to give him a shakedown on one of the lesser creatures on the island the Earthlings call the Lawless Zone, but I suppose if you need it now for a more intense battle, it can be arranged.”

“We do. Summon Jok-Toon at once, and contact Dore-Ay for his final approval.” She turned back to Saberon. “I’ll have to convince Dore-Ay, and he wasn’t to keen on the idea of assisting your monster. He thinks if your monster can’t handle one battle, then there’s no reason to pick up the slack. I, on the other hand, feel differently. I see no point in endangering your ‘Rosie’ any more then needs to be. The quicker we crush the enemy, the less time both our warriors will need to recuperate.”

There was a buzz on the intercom, and Dore-Ay’s voice boomed from it. “What’s this I hear about you wanting to use Armada to help the Klennie’s monster?”

Yay-Ann, nearly panicked over her husband’s usage of the informal Bartosian nickname for Klenthurians, scrambled to the com “Uhh…y-yes dear, Lord Tchove, who is here now with me, formally requests our help in the battle he has going on as we speak. I feel this would be a wonderful chance to show what Armada can do. A good trial by fire, wouldn’t you agree?”

On the bridge, Dore-Ay was kicking himself for the faux-pas. He hated it when he made his wife’s job harder, and he genuinely felt bad when he did. He sighed heavily. While Yay-Ann was right, and this WOULD make for an excellent shake-down for Armada, he still felt that if their monster wasn’t strong enough to defeat another one on one, he shouldn’t have to pick up the slack. Still, it was part of diplomacy and forging alliances…which is why he stayed as far away from that nonsense as possible.

“Very well. Armada will be launched into battle as soon as Jok-Toon has arrived.”

No sooner had those words escaped Dore-Ay’s mouth did Jok-Toon himself walk into the hanger. “What’s this I hear about Armada going to the planet?” he asked excitedly.

“That’s correct Jok-Toon. Lord Tchove here has formally requested we aide him in his battle against a monster on the planet. Are you prepared?”

“Ready as I can be pretty lady.” Jok-Toon replied with a flirtatious smile, which merely caused Yay-Ann to roll her eyes.

Without so much as a word to Saberon or anyone else, JokToon ran through the doors that lead to the staircase to Armada’s cockpit.

Within seconds, a small hatch had opened in Armada’s chest, and Jok-Toon was sitting comfortably within it, the controls at his fingertips. The entire process for sending Armada to Earth was surprisingly simple. He was merely jettisoned out to space, where 10 Bartosian Ground Pounders met him and latched on with Magnetic cables, dragging it to the atmosphere.

Yay-Ann nodded, satisfied. “As to the issue of your ‘food supply’” she began, continuing as if nothing had happened “Have you given any thought to my husband’s offer, taking half the population? I’m afraid he hasn’t the authority to approve of half the population of one of our other planets being offered to you, but perhaps I have a solution.”

“I’m listening.” Saberon said, intrigued.

“There is another planet that we’ve had our eyes on for a while now; we just haven’t gotten around to conquering. This planet just happens to be very near to another world under our control already that has a severe over population problem. The two worlds are rather similar in many things. I think you can extrapolate what I’m getting at?”

[The Great MM]

Saberon flicked his tongue and lifted his head up, thinking for just a second before turning his red eyes back on Yay-Ann. "Done." He answered, "I take you're people won't have any problems sending us... Klennies... The information."

Yay-Ann nodded no. "I wouldn't think so."

Saberon looked back down at his wrist, "Now there are some urgent tasks I must take. Things to kill and lives to end." He said with an almost squeal. He walked passed the female, "Oh. There's a transport ship heading back to an unknown GDF base. Thresher is following it, as is Razor as we planned. Can I trust in you, when the battle comes, that you will also send support there."

"That'd be up to Dore-Ay, my husband." She responded, "But I wouldn't think he'd have much of a problem if it could make a blow to our enemies."

Saberon nodded and his three guards followed behind him, with Rudolph in the back. Pulling out a testube, he tossed it to the diplomat whom caught it. "Nanobots." He said, "Have fun with them."

The crew moved silently, almost tension-filled through the halls. At the bar, Saberon called out Gatoro's name, making the brute finish off the last contest of strength and stand up with several boos and awes coming from the other aliens.

"We heading back?" He said with his causal deep voice.

"Another race has been spotted." Saberon responded loudly, "Had to cut this short. We got all we needed." He said, nodding with a wicked smile.

When they reached the Death Ray, Saberon turned to say one last thing to Yay-Ann. "Tell your husband that I hope to see him again..... Reeeaaal soon." He said, flickering a forked tongue.

"I'll deliver that message." She responded coolly with a smile.

Within a few minutes, the ramp pulled up and doors closed and the ship was again in space. Saberon leaned back on a chair and propped his legs up on the control display.

"You really are an arrogant son of a bitch." Dr. Ackert said, pulling out a chair and taking a normal seated position. "Do you think they suspect something?"

"They'd have to be idiots not to. Just as I expect this ship has been bugged." He said, flicking his tongue, "Matter of fact, I think I can taste it."

[yaburu]

On the Kay-Un Risa, Dore-Ay listens to the audio feed of the bug his men planted on Saberon’s ship.

"They'd have to be idiots not to. Just as I expect this ship has been bugged. Matter of fact, I think I can taste it."

Dore-Ay raises an eyebrow, and then chuckles to himself. The chuckle then develops into a laugh, as he turns off the audio feed. “Terminate the signal, permanently.” He orders.

“Sir?” asks a technician, rather confused

“Saberon knows we bugged him, he won’t say anything we can use now, and I’d rather they not catch us red-handed. Send the termination signal, now!”

“Yes sir!” came the reply, as the technician entered a few codes, and the listening device planted on the Death Ray silently destroyed itself, absolving the Bartosians of any wrong doing.

A console beeped to his left, and Dore-Ay answered it. “What do you need?” he asked impatiently.

“What I need is you, down here in the science lab, as soon as possible” replied his wife.

“Ah, Yay-Ann. Yes, I’ll be there in a few minutes.”

After handing control of the bridge to his Sub-Commander, Dore-Ay quickly made his way to the lab, which was half-way across the ship. His wife and another two female Bartosians were waiting for him.

“Hello dear” Yay-Ann said embracing him, and he returning the embrace.

“Yay-Ann” he began “I’m sorry about the ‘Klennie’ remark. Did it make things more difficult for you?”

“No, not really, but Lord Tchove certainly didn’t seem pleased with the term. Just, be more mindful of your tongue when we have guests on the ship, please.”

“Yeah, I’ll do that. Your job’s hard enough as it is; don’t need me making things worse for ya. Anyways, what did you need me for?”

“Well, our meeting bore fruit.” Yay-Ann said with a gleam in her eye

“I hate fruit.” Dore-Ay said with a smile.

Yay-Ann laughed her laugh that never ceased to put a smile on Dore-Ay’s face or calm him down when he was angered, and continued.

“The Klenthurians have been working with Nanotechnology.”

“Nanotech? The Klennies are THAT advanced?”

“Oddly enough, it wasn’t them that developed them. It was the Earthling they have working for them.”

“The Earthling!?” Dore-Ay said with a shock “They must be more advanced then we thought.”

“Perhaps” Yay-Ann replied thoughtfully “But regardless, Lord Tchove was good enough to give us a sample! I’ve already given it to our lab techs, and they think they can replicate it!”

A smile crept over Dore-Ay’s face, and eventually dominated it. “I’ll have to thank Saberon somehow.” He mused.

“We can use these things to greatly enhance Armada’s repair systems. Compared to the bots he’s using now, nanobots would be faster and far more efficient.” Yay-Ann stated.

“Armada would be even more powerful then it is now…nearly unstoppable.”

“No, unstoppable would be the fusions of our war machines and Klenthurian Bio-warriors, like Rosie on Earth.” She said with a smile.

“Yes, those things…tell me more about what you were talking with Saberon about…”