The Forgotten Elite
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Category:
+M to R › Outlaw Star
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
10
Views:
4,169
Reviews:
0
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own OutlawStar, Robotech/Macross, or Star Wars, and I do not make any money from these writings.
How he came to be...
Groaning Ace sat up and looked around the darkened room. The light had been switched to give off a red glow, letting people to see yet allowing others to sleep at the same time. He felt a slight pull on the covers and looked down to see a figure fast asleep on the edge of the bed. ‘It’s been awhile since I’ve seen a Ctral-Ctral female, actually ever since I got assigned to this search and protect mission I haven’t seen many females period. Well life is like that I guess. I wonder what she looks like.’ Reaching down Ace moved the cloak of lose hair out of the figures face and but it more or less behind her ear. ‘Damn! She’s beautiful,’ he thought admiring at the sleeping face. Suddenly he became all too aware of the foul taste of bacta in his mouth, looking around he spotted a glass and a pitcher of water next to it he grabbed them both. His movement woke the sleeper who, after blinking the sleep from her eyes, watched silently as he looked between the pitcher and unused glass than decided to completely forgo the latter, he drained the pitcher of its cold water. Putting the pitcher and glass back he turned and found him self eye to eye with the now awake girl. Not knowing what else to say he said, “Uh... Thanks for helping me.”
Aisha sat up and waved the thanks away, “No prob. One thing though, what are you?”
Pushing him self into a reclined position the pilot replied, “So you had my DNA tested? I’m really not surprised after seeing a human come out of that Elite fighter.” Half closing his eyes he continued deep in memories, “Well my mother, a Ctral-Ctral, and my father, a human, fell in love and wanted a kid, which is impossible, as I’m sure you know. Their parts lined up just fine but things just don't work so well down at cellular level. Anyways, they where both bio engineer geniuses, the best of their species to be exact, they did something that has never been done before. They spliced their DNA together and created me, an actual success, unlike all the other attempts that failed horribly.” He was silent for a time and Aisha feared he had lost consciousness again but than he started his story after taken a deep breath. “I was born in the normal fashion, not out of a lab, but out of my mother. They decided that it would be best for me to grow up in a Ctral-Ctral family rather than in a human one, seeing as how humans tend to like dissecting 'miracles' like me, so they integrated me into my mother's royal family, my mom, she died in a horrible space crash, you know, the one between the Durance and the Clan Prince.”
“What about your father?”
“He died as well, but he was murdered, before that though he composed a file which I received after graduating from the academy. It was a record that took me to his hidden lab where I found the blue print, and materials, to build the Metal Siren, my fighter.”
“Interesting,” Aisha said, “What kind of ship is it though?”
“It’s of ancient design he found on a planet called Earth. It’s called a Vertech Valkyrie and a lot more deadly than any grappling ship you’ll find out in space.”
“I see,” Aisha said getting up and stretching, “How would you like a tour of the ship?”
“I would love it,” the pilot replied.
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Shadow- Ok, now you got the biography out of the way, can you please do something more to my taste? Ace- No I can’t I already have it planned out so you’ll have to wait.
Shadow- What ever.
Aisha sat up and waved the thanks away, “No prob. One thing though, what are you?”
Pushing him self into a reclined position the pilot replied, “So you had my DNA tested? I’m really not surprised after seeing a human come out of that Elite fighter.” Half closing his eyes he continued deep in memories, “Well my mother, a Ctral-Ctral, and my father, a human, fell in love and wanted a kid, which is impossible, as I’m sure you know. Their parts lined up just fine but things just don't work so well down at cellular level. Anyways, they where both bio engineer geniuses, the best of their species to be exact, they did something that has never been done before. They spliced their DNA together and created me, an actual success, unlike all the other attempts that failed horribly.” He was silent for a time and Aisha feared he had lost consciousness again but than he started his story after taken a deep breath. “I was born in the normal fashion, not out of a lab, but out of my mother. They decided that it would be best for me to grow up in a Ctral-Ctral family rather than in a human one, seeing as how humans tend to like dissecting 'miracles' like me, so they integrated me into my mother's royal family, my mom, she died in a horrible space crash, you know, the one between the Durance and the Clan Prince.”
“What about your father?”
“He died as well, but he was murdered, before that though he composed a file which I received after graduating from the academy. It was a record that took me to his hidden lab where I found the blue print, and materials, to build the Metal Siren, my fighter.”
“Interesting,” Aisha said, “What kind of ship is it though?”
“It’s of ancient design he found on a planet called Earth. It’s called a Vertech Valkyrie and a lot more deadly than any grappling ship you’ll find out in space.”
“I see,” Aisha said getting up and stretching, “How would you like a tour of the ship?”
“I would love it,” the pilot replied.
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Shadow- Ok, now you got the biography out of the way, can you please do something more to my taste? Ace- No I can’t I already have it planned out so you’ll have to wait.
Shadow- What ever.