|
The ‘Regens’ were being removed from the gel containment. The level of cloning far exceeded their expectations.
Their power to create perfection. “You’ll need to run bio checks for the next twelve hours, make sure your Regen stays with you and any problems, DEAL with it straight away! The first 48 hours everyone knows are critical.”
Lumor had found Joden. “Where the hell is Dahhan?!! When you find him, tell him that you two are both confined to base! I want all involved, to remain so that everything is kept running smoothly, whilst we acclimatise the Regens.”
Joden knew what he meant, he smiled and nodded. Heading off down the corridor to find Dahhan, where he knew he would find him, immersed in his research. The laboratory. Dahhan was not amused, it would put his work back, twenty four hours, whilst they, as he said to Joden. “Bloody well cavort with those uckin Regens.“
For the moment he was content to just take things one day at a time! Suki was with Gi, they were dressing their Regens. Caley and Lumor eventually decided on a more formal dress for theirs with a simple covering. Caley had commented on Lumor’s regen. He was grinning. “Reckon you could be for a few surprises there!“ Her female attributes had been enhanced!
Most regens, learned by sitting in front of data ports, from where data, was transmitted non stop to them. That data could be anything considered relevant. Psychologically and mentally charged up. It wasn’t learning history or where they came from, just simple things such as obeying orders, living normally or what was deifned as normal with their masters.
They were NOT taught, self defence or combat, but simply on the voice of their ‘Chosen one, to obey, do as told, carry out the instruction in the way they had been programmed to do! You NEVER asked a regen to do anything, you TOLD it what you wanted it to do!
It was a few hours later. Outside the craft Joden had been doing some basic but required maintenance on the targetting arrays. Above him, he noticed the Fodawke. Not doing anything except circling? What concerned him and had his full attention was the sudden increase in numbers!
He was beginning to get alarmed when the numbers went above 10 of them. Summoning Lumor, to view what was taking place. "The targetting arrays working?" "Yes!" "So whats the problem! They can take out a 100 of those things!" He went to leave, Joden could hear him laughing.
“They learned their lesson, they won’t come near us so stop worrying!“ Twenty minutes later the Fodawke disappeared. Drifting away. He watched the last one circle then leave. Joden finished resetting the arrays and after taking some refreshments went to find Dahhan.
Dahhan had finished most of the chores he had to contend with. The laboratory work continued as he tested and researched more on the DNA samples he had collected earlier in the day. The Fodawke he had shot down, had given him another opportunity to seize samples. He was busy putting them through the systems, doing further comparisons with the Cflen DNA samples.
The results kept coming back the same time after time the similarities between the two were astonishing! When he opened up the skull on his latest acquisition he was unprepared for the shock coming his way. As Joden came back into the lab he saw the look on Dahhan’s face change to one that was total astonishment!
Joden had seen the imaging of the original Fodawke, he too now stared at the contents of the skull. The brain was bigger, much bigger and more developed with sections clearly defined! “Look at these divisions in the brain lobes, the bloody thing is evolving!“
"How does that compare to the brain of a Cflen?" Dahhan had scanned Arvania so he had fairly good images of what lay beneath her skull. “Bloody hell its so dammed similar! Look at the ridge here and the division there. Almost identical. Admittedly the creatures is still less developed.”
“What the hell, is causing them to evolve so dammed fast?!“ Dahhan shook his head. “Any chance you could do some bio testing for me? Sample the tissue from the brain? Joden nodded “I sure as hell want some answers.“
So, Arvania had thought no one would miss her? She was being questioned as to where she had been, why she had not done her chores? Her answers albeit lies were accepted as truth, they had no reason to suspect she was lying.
They told her, what had happened. She had resolved that the Fodawke would pay dearly, for the death and carnage, they had caused. When she met up with Dahhan the next day, they would go hunt some more of the nests, this time not just one lot, but at least two of the main nesting areas would come under attack!
Dahhan, restricted to base, never turned up. Nor the second day. It was the third day when she was about to give up, beginning to be puzzled by his absence that he arrived. Dahhan by now had most of the answers he wanted, as she boarded the craft, to tell him what had happened. He listened then turned away from her, the results from the tests him and Joden had carried out proved beyond doubt, the Fodawke had taken a major step in their evolution.
“If I torch the nests again I don’t know what might happen?“ She was still ignorant of the level of what they perceived intelligence the Fodawke had acquired. Logic? Reasoning? Aggression? Still it would be interesting to provoke the creatures and watch what happened! If he needed convincing Arvania was not giving up. “We MUST torch at least two more of their nesting sites!“ She moved closer to him, pleading. “Please!” He turned, grabbed at her, pulling her in close. His arms wrapped round her, tucking his hands on her back, beneath her wings.
“I did install some extra weapons, perhaps we will go and find them. Reducing their numbers might be a good idea, before they develop further. He said that quietly, but in his mind, he was accepting the fact, that he wanted answers on how far the Fodawke had evolved? Only Arvania could remind him of the truth. Their numbers had substantially increased. An emphasis on the fact that she had NEVER seen three eggs in one nest?
So if it had been one egg previously, now multiplied by three? If they were allowed to continue? There would be thousands of them within weeks! The original ridge they had attacked a few days ago was deserted!
It was eerie to see the burnt out blackened rock and the craters where nests had been! It would be some time before they stumbled upon the another nesting site. The creatures had tried to conceal it? Dahhan had installed extra sensors on the craft that detected heat signatures. The eggs were giving off heat. It meant he had almost pin point accuracy as he targeted them again and again. Three of the Fodawke taken down. At least four on the ridge with the nests destroyed.
By the time he had finished, over 300 nests in three separate attacks. The Fodawke were attempting to attack in numbers. This time he was prepared for such an encounter. Massive jets of flame set fire to their wings. They tumbled from the skies one after the other. Eight, nine, ten before the rest of them turned and flew off.
Landing back at their usual flat rock area, she smiled. She had felt the flush of defeating her enemy. Of seeing the things flee! Felt they had been suitably punished! She thanked him then waited for the hatch to open, so she could leave? Suddenly he grabbed her pulling her close, this time with a lot more force, as he gripped her, she could feel his fingers gripping her tightly.
Not friendly at all! She stared at him “I think its time you, thanked me properly!“ She did not understand. Confused as he shoved her down, tearing at the fabric covering on her body, ripping it off her. His eyes feasted on her now fully exposed beautifully formed breasts. The purple tinted flesh.
The full firm, taut breasts, of a young girl now ravaged by him. Savage, merciless, HE taught her who was the master. Made it clear that SHE was the slave. His tongue lashed at the nipples, his hands he tore off the rest of her clothing, to force her legs apart. Stripping furiously taking in the smell of her body.
It was different, slightly musky and something it must have been a hormone or chemical she was releasing, made him hot and aroused. Savagely he raped her. The full on flush of adrenalin, all of him thrust into her, ravaging every inch of her, flesh on flesh.
Too late for her as she had failed to understand nor comprehend the level of his lust, the level of his raw nakedness, as he pounded at her body underneath him. Shoving her around, screaming obscenities at her. When she cried out, tried to resist, he hit her, slapped her hard to leave her face bleeding.
Her head shoved back as he continued until he had sated his lust. His loins emptied, he rolled off her sweat soaked body, to rest at her side. There was a trickle of blood from her mouth. He threw her a rag to wipe it.
Dressed as she laid there not moving, watching as he opened the hatch. His intent to throw her out, when he suddenly changed his mind. Closing it she moved, to dress in the torn clothing. Covering her beaten and bruised body as much as she could. Moving across to her. In his hand a needle device to puncture her skin leaving the small micro device implanted into her. A tracking device? He place the device down, returning to her.
Staring at her nakedness. Her soft skin her young body quivering, as she looked at him, almost whimpering. What had been a virgin, taken to the extreme, raped. Tears? Terrified with fear, shaking before him? She was going nowhere! He stripped to have her again. This time, he made it clear to her. “You are mine! MINE to do with, as I please, when I please!” After he had finished, she found herself bound. He took off back to the base. Securing her in his accommodation. To keep her pacified he placed a neural inhibitor onto her.
It prevented her from screaming or shouting. Later he injected himself with some nemnode enhancers (Act like viagra, but far more potent.) Drug induced testosterone levels coupled with other designer chemicals abetted his primeval lust. Once more, she was throughout the hours to follow, repeatedly beaten and raped.
Finally for her, the hell seemed to end. He could not keep his eyes open, nor stop the inevitable tiredness. His body slumped beside her and he slept. At the Cflen camp, they knew she was missing. A child confessed, it had followed her to that place. The rock? The strange craft.
|
