0.000628 Light Years Away
It was pitch black, cold, and soundless. The light is impenetrable, and the moons and asteroids are freely moving in the spacious dark abyss. In there, a dwarf lonely grey planet persists. Whose whereabouts are unknown and it continues to orbit billions of kilometers away from the sun. And little did all the life forms exist in the solar system know that a formless dangerous star system creature has already begun its invasion in the galaxy.
"COD!" a static voice of a man and woman called in telepathy.
"Ah! (Clears throat) y-yes master?" the rabbit alien replied in surprise.
"Report your progress." The creature pressed him.
"O-of course. C-currently, I am on my way to red planet, master." Cod responded fearfully.
"Good. Did you get the power source?"
"A-absolutely master, I managed."
"Managed!? Why, did something happen wrong, Cod?"
"No, n-nothing happened Master, e-everything is under control. I assure you."
"Be sure it is Cod, or else your life and your planet will depend on it."
"Um… Wow! A playground. I'm really amazed, wow… I don't understand Mr. Connor, but, why is there an indoor playground in here?" Dwaine began to ask.
"The thing is Ms. Kingsleigh we um a… (Sighs)" Mr. Connor doubted to answer and patted his nape. "It's a long story, and believe me you don't wanna know." He continued.
"So… where's this catnip that you're talking about?" Dwaine reminded.
"Patience my friend and correction, its Catnimph Ms. Kingsleigh not catnip," Mr. Connor corrected her.
"(Scoff) whatever," Dwaine scoffed in reply.
The lab was surrounded in glass and inside is a room of a decorated pet recreational park. It has a purple cat banister on it that looks like a towering castle with a top most shelf where the bedroom of the cat lies. It was heavily covered in pink curtains and it's impossible for anyone to see what's inside. Likewise a slide was attached to it that leads to a fancy golden bubble tub.
On the second shelf of the banister, there rest a cute comfy lavender couch extended with a side table that was stuffed with chocolates, candies, and marshmallows overflowing the dish plate. And on the lowest most part, there placed a colorful pack of fish pillows covering every hard surfaces of the banister. The room's floor was surrounded by a pool of colorful rubber balls and a personalized litter box was rested on the corner.
"Sweet home Alabama, a-are you keeping a pet in here?" Dwaine commented.
"Well not exactly but a…" Mr. Connor was still in trouble to respond when suddenly a knock disrupted the conversation. "Oh, here it comes. Come in!"
A female scientist entered the lab where Dwaine and Mr. Connor are waiting. She was holding a tray of sweets filled with a slice of chocolate cake surrounded by yellow macaroons, cream-filled cupcakes on the other side and a strawberry sundae ice cream on another side.
"Excuse me sir, but I think it's time for him to have a snack. He might be famished by now." She asked permission to Mr. Connor.
"Sure, but don't spoil him too much. We might lose our entire budget to his sweet obsession." Mr. Connor permitted.
"Of course." The scientist agreed with him and proceeds.
"And Ms. Kingsleigh, didn't you said you wanted to see the catnimph, right?"
"Yeah, so where is it?" Dwaine replied.
"Watch," Mr. Connor instructed her to observe the process.
The female scientist entered the premises of the playground and takes out a bell in her pocket and rings it. Eventually the curtains at the top tower opened. This intrigued Dwaine and she became interested to know this catnimph alien. Her imaginations went wild and thought of a vicious creature with repulsive tentacles and disoriented appearance.
The creature stepped out and Dwaine's eyes enlarged. Her jaw dropped and all of her hideous imaginations faded. She saw a cute poufy grey cat with purple stripes, sharp violet eyes, three tails, and an extra eye located at his forehead. He was standing tall like no ordinary cat, he can walk like a normal person would, and the way he acts is so royalty.
"Ms. Kingsleigh maybe you should close your mouth or else you might catch a fly there." Mr. Connor told her.
Dwaine shut her lips but still in awe in wonder. The creature was still there and his expression didn't change less. He was poised, mannered and much formal.
"Impressive," Dwaine let out an impression.
"I'll take your word in that." Mr. Connor agrees.
"But it's not what I exactly expected."
"Why? What do you expect?"
"Um… I thought it was something more like unusual, unique, alien-ish? You know, like in the movies Mr. Connor." Dwaine explained.
"Ah, I get your point. Sometimes, movies exaggerate things Ms. Kingsleigh. But in some way, it might also be possible. At any case, aliens can come in different forms. And indeed the Catnimph specie is a remarkable design, isn't it Ms. Kingsleigh?" Mr. Connor replied.
"Yeah," Dwaine agreed.
Both stayed for further observance and the female scientist began to serve the food on the table. And surprisingly, the cat floats his way to the food and dines his sweets in the couch. This even amazed Dwaine and let out an expression.
"(Gasps) Did he just… float?" Dwaine gasped in surprised.
"Absolutely,"
"And w-why are you serving him sweets!? Wouldn't that kill the cat?"
"What do you mean, Ms. Kingsleigh?"
"Um… cats are not allowed to eat dairy products Mr. Connor. Because the last time I have with my cat, she ate a chunk of chocolate cake Sir and a few days later… s-she died." Dwaine briefly explained.
"Ah yes, that is true for a Cat, yes. But it seems that you have forgotten missy that he is a different specie remember? He is a catnimph and a catnimph eat sweets for their appetite and nutrition not for certain death." Mr. Connor assures her.
"Are you sure about that?" she doubted.
"Definitely, hence there is nothing to worry about Ms. Kingsleigh."
"(Sighs in relief) Then it is good to hear. And can you please stop calling me Ms. Kingsleigh, I'm not used to too much formalities, it makes me uncomfortable. So please call me Dwaine, I'd prefer you'd call me by it."
"Then so be it, Dwaine. Now how about have a little chit chat with the cat, lass? You think you can do that for us?" Mr. Connor asked.
"What!? And he can talk too?!" Dwaine yelped in surprise.
"Of course." Mr. Connor replied.
"(Sighs) that's right, he was an alien. My, how could I easily forget? Wait, but why me? You can't do it, can you?"
"I'm sorry, but he said he will only further talk to the person who had in contact with his enemy."
"His enemy?"
"Yes, the Bunnyterrian that you saw last night in the museum. So, are you in this or not?" Mr. Connor asked for her affirmation.
"(Exhales sharply) Ok let's do this."
The cat finished his meal and the female scientist takes her leave. Then both Mr. Connor and Dwaine altogether entered the lab.
"(Scoffs) and here they go again. Just when will these lowly Homo sapiens leave me alone? Have they no sense of privacy?" the catimph complained while he let out a sarcastic tone.
'HMPH! JUST WHAT WITH THIS CAT'S ATTITUDE?' Dwaine's eyebrows twitched as she thought about it.
"Sorry to disturb you Mr. North but the girl with me today named as Dwainecell Kingsleigh is here to help us find your enemy, the Bunnyterrian." Mr. Connor made the introduction.
"Oh good, I though you're one of those weirdos again who tried to spoil my beautiful coat, ugh! I can see them every day outside, cooing at me with their stupid faces, and the nerves of them to try to touch my gorgeous fur." The catnimph said in scoffed.
'URGH! THAT EGOMANIAC BASTARD! JUST WHO DOES HE THINK HE IS?' (Dwaine thought)
"Pardon our rudeness, Mr. North." Mr. Connor apologized.
"Yeah, you better. By the way, my name is Noirren North missy. Noir for short, if that's convenient for you. And I am the heir of the Cougar planet, or Neptune as you call it."
"Neptune? But I thought… it is inhabitable?" Dwaine mentions.
"Yeah, we thought so too. But he won't talk about it." Mr. Connor briefly whispered to her.
"Damn that rabbit. Wait, until I seek my revenge and save my own kind, Cod. This is my oath and I will bury it to the grave even if it kills me. There is no one who can stop me from my rage and neither can Destiny. And you primitive monkey peasants should prepare for battle as well." The catnimph continued.
"Hey, how did you know our language anyway? Well, you're from another planet right? Then you should have your own language too." Dwaine interrupted his exaggerated introductions.
"Well, missy it's the lowly language that only we royalties like me have learned from our great, great grandfather Cheshire which has been passed down for many generations now."
"Lowly, huh? So, why are you so into this enemy of yours, Cat?" Dwaine continued.
"My planet was attacked by Destiny, Ms. Kingsleigh." Noirren replied.
"Destiny? H-how can a destiny attack a planet when in fact it is mere word that only explains a phenomenon."
"Well, I think you have misunderstood. But the Destiny that I was talking about is no mere word as you describe it. It is a dangerous creature loosed out in the galaxy. And this thing is formless, its body is composed of a star system, and its eyes were like a black hole. And it calls itself as, Destiny. Destiny can predict fate and as it predicted, Destiny defeated my kind. It was too greedy for everything and it will never stop until it conquers the whole universe."
"And their plan is?" Dwaine further inquired.
"To collect the items of the clock before the planets align. And these items is securely contained in every planet that there is in the solar system. That's why Earth was also attacked secretly and surprisingly Cod didn't cause a commotion here. And for whatever reason there is, we must stop this or else the weapon will be complete at the alignment of the planets and the ominous power will be activated."
"Um… who was this Cod anyway?" Dwaine clarified.
"He's the Bunnyterrian King who turned into Destiny's minion after the invasion in their planet. And right now, that coward is still on the race trying to steal all the remaining items in the remaining planets. And we have to chase him down before he completes his mission. It's a shame to our specie, but I am humbly asking for your help, humans. Let us join hands to defeat Destiny." Noirren pleaded.
"We will, Mr. North. We understand that the Earth will also be in danger if that creature is left out in the pen. Now, Ms. Kingsleigh I believe that all this matter has became much clearer to you after conversing with Mr. North, yes?" Mr. Connor willingly agreed with Noirren and checks on Dwaine.
"Yes," Dwaine replied.
"I know this will be too risky for you but we have no choice, since you're the only channel that could track down wherever that rabbit may be right now? But this is not unlimited because for the next eight hours your contact with him will be erased. And we have no time to waste for further trainings. We will just teach you how to use the space guns and then you'll be ready to go into the galaxy. But don't worry you will be accompanied by our most expert space engineers. Now, are you ready in this Dwaine?"
"I will be ready. But a… since we still have a little time yet, can you give me a favor, please? This will not take long Mr. Connor. I promise." Dwaine asked.
"And what is it, Dwaine?"
"Can I come back to my house? There's something really important that I wanted to bring with me."
"Sure, you can Ms. Kingsleigh. But on one condition, you will be guarded by my men."
"Oh, can I come too? I would like to know about your human-ish culture. And I'm beginning to get bored in here with these creeps pursuing at my beautiful coat. How terrifying Mr. Connor." Noirren asked to come too.
"Fine, you may also go." Mr. Connor agreed.
The three of them went out of the lab and was brought back to the main office. The P.I.D. quarters were a huge underground building and only a few areas were revealed to Dwaine. Mr. Connor dispatched a couple of bodyguards to accompany Noirren North and Dwaine back into the surface. They were told to enter a capsule elevator and before they could even go, Mr. Connor waited them for a bit.
"Wait, Ms. Kingsleigh now before you go I want you to prick your thumb with this needle and press it on this device. Can you do that?" Mr. Connor asked Dwaine.
"What's this for?"
"Ah, it's just a contract Ms. Kingsleigh. Please?"
"Alright, I'm on it."
Dwaine carelessly agreed and pricked her thumb. A pint of blood released and immediately Dwaine pressed her thumb on the device. The device blinked and registered her DNA.
"Ouch! Does that hurt?" Noirred inquired.
"Painfully," Dwaine replied.
"Now, off you go."
Mr. Connor bid his farewell and signals his men to take good care of them strictly at any cost. The group successfully went up into the surface as they firmly stand on the lift while Noirrren was floating behind Dwaine. Not long and they reached the top and went out from it.
"Ah! It's good to be back on the surface." Dwaine murmured.
'I'M SORRY MR. CONNOR, BUT I WILL NOT BE VENTURING OUT INTO THIS CRAZY MISSION. I'M TIRED OF THIS SH*T.'