A black light shudders outlining a metallic like cocoon. Veins glow orange as they pulse in sync with a clock beside it.
Around the cocoon are multiple chains locked in place, the chains span around the room. Beside the cocoon a maroon table stands, on top of it lay medical and scientific instruments.
Watching the cocoon with disgust and curiosity a paper mache being orders a group of blue hazmat suits to enter the cocoon's chamber.
Eager to obey their superior's order they rush into the chamber. Meet by a large vault they mutter between each other. One of the hazmats angrily shouts at the door slamming its rubber like fist at it, recoiling in pain it shouts at one of the hazmats.
Hearing its brother's call a hunchback hazmat brings out a black cube. "Papīrs, mēs nezinām kodu."
Waiting patiently at the cube other hazmats begin to talk to each other.
"KLUSS!" A voice shots from the cube.
Frightened by their superior's proclamation they quickly collect their composure.
A long sigh is followed by the cube, "Kods ir zils 8-07."
A hazmat near the vault nods, quickly slapping a few dials steam is eject from the openings of the vault.
Taking a few steps back the hazmats raise their fists in a defensive manner. Glowing slightly they walk towards the vault opening it completely.
Without noticing a small rat like creature makes entry into the chamber. The rat presses its self against the pale white wall edging to the corner of the room.
As the hazmats walk into the chamber they close the vault and begin turning on various types of equipment in the chamber.
Slowly turning off the black light they switch on the lights in a similar fashion. The cocoon shivers as a new light is sprung onto it.
A hazmat pulls out a blue trapezoid clicking it a large black and red screen appears. "Gads G-727-02, priekšmets Z12, ieskaite 4021. Laiks 34:55."
A hazmat near it grabs a large kaleidoscope like flashlight and presses it against the cocoon.
As the hazmats continue on experimenting with their work, dissatisfied the paper mache figure leaves the observatory.
As hours pass the hazmats called it a day and left the chamber. Unknown to them a single rodent like creature was left in the chamber.
Its fur colored white with splotches of yellow. A beak adorned its mouth, followed by floppy dog like ears. It had no eyes only freckles of black hair.
The rodent approached the cocoon climbing its red vine like veins. As it stands on top of the cocoon it positions its self down. Opening its beak it chops at the cocoon.
*BWEEEP* *BIP* *BIP* *BWEEEP*
The chamber shakes as the cocoon levitates and consumes the rodent.
"Nodrošiniet olu!" A voice shouts from the roof of the chamber.
Suddenly doors appear on the walls of the chamber, dozens of black bipedal humanoids entered the chamber holding metallic rods.
Sparks fly out as they point the rods at the cocoon. "Apstāties" A lone white figure calls out.
The being had no skin or ears, no eyes or lips. Only a plain pointed nose.
The white one calmly walked towards the egg without a care of its subordinates' apprehensive behavior.
*DONG* A hollow like bell sounded off as the white one tapped the cocoon.
*CRACK* The cocoon snapped, its body openings highlighting an ever changing figure. From ball to star, rodent to quadruped. *VROOOM*
"VAIROGS!" The white one shouted holding its fist in a protected manner.
A blinding light of uncomprehending colors passed over the cocoon. Slowly expanding it exploded.
Smoke and debris was all that remained in the chamber. Those who survived were huddled together inside of a red sphere.
As more debris fell, the shattered remains of the cocoon soon began to suck in all around it. Forming a whirlpool of sorts. *WHOOOSH*
"Turies!" A black figure shouted grabbing his others in a tight hold.
What felt like hours were but mere seconds the cocoon lay no more. All that remained was a small black babe.
The remaining black figures stood position awaiting threats, feeling confident, one black figure rose.
Looking around its surroundings it tapped its forearm. "Tas ir skaidrs, brāļi." Later the other black figures rose.
Soon enough a propelling machine arrived without making a sound. Blue spots began to appear onto the stone floor. *ZAP* Multiple heavy armed beings materialized.
Having four arms and orange skin they began to push away the black figures. Being overwhelmed the black figures began to comply with the heavy armed beings.
"אני אהיה לעזאזל, לא הייתי בזאקוטוס שנים!"
Walking towards the crater a silver beret wearing orange figure looked down onto the crater.
Spotting the babe it barked out an order to its subordinates. "התקשר לצוות שמונה, יש לנו עוד אחד!"
Hearing its superior's order it slapped its top left wrist and began tapping at oddly numbered digits.
Soon enough the orange being raised its left top arm and gave a thumbs to the sky.
Pulling out a metal disk it took a swig of it sighing in content the beret wearing orange figure moved away from the babe.
More blue spots began to appear onto the stone floor. *ZAP* "איפה הגולם?"
Asked a blue skinned three eyed humanoid.
The beret wearing being then pointed to the crater. Arriving to the crater it opened a suit case grabbing a pair of four fingered gloves.
As the other blue skinned humanoids took notes the beret wearing being began to watch with curiosity at the the babe.
What made these monstrosities so unique it did not know. As it watched it began to think of the differences of the babe and its children.
Hearing the baby cry it snapped out of its daydream, seeing how they manhandled the baby brought him sadness and anger. Sadly it could not do a thing, for it knew what the babe is capable of doing.
As the blue skinned beings placed the baby in a golden brown cube the babe then began to cry louder and the ground shook. Quickly grabbing a syringe like device they jabbed it into the baby's spine.
Sighing in relief one by one snapped their fingers disappearing from whence they came.
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"Wake up!"
"Wake up damnit!
Waking up inside of a kennel is not a way I imagined coming back to life would be like.
Then again that voice did wake me up.
"Ah, so you're finally awake W."
'Who?…'
*Snap* *Snap* "Pay attention W, hell you might be only fifty two thousand six hundred and forty two days old and yet you act like a 2 month old." Spoke a green skinned humanoid in a joking manner.
'Is that a fucking alien?'
"W!"
'Is this God's joke of an afterlife?'
"Dr Zarx subject W is not responding to my commands." The green skinned alien spoke staring at a blank wall.
"Ovi, I need you to realize that not every pupae will be intelligent at eclosion." A deep voice called out from the roof.
"Yeah but this one is different, it has its own set of markings!"
"Even then, give it some time. It might be older because of the time spent in its chrysalis but it still a baby."
"Please, as if this thing is a baby. What type of baby can level a f class city in 10 seconds?"
"A fully mature untrained valk or unstable pu-."
"Wait! Its finally responding." As the alien spoke excitedly staring at the babe who rose its weak arm trying to grab a hold of nothing.
"I think it wants me to carry it." The green skinned alien spoke.
"Under no circumstances are you to hold that boy. Gods know what he might do to you."
"I think its hungry, send a bottle would you Rol."
*WHIRRRRR* A metal vice with a small bottle came down from the roof holding a small bottle filled with a green substance. *POP* With a vice grip the baby clamped onto it from the holes in his cage.
'Damn, whatever this stuff is gimme more of it!' Finishing the bottle in a few seconds he quickly reached out to the air again.
*WHIRRR* Another robotic arm came grabbing the previous bottle and handing a new one to the babe.
This went on back in forth for minutes on end. Finishing the last bottle he looks expectantly at the green alien.
"All done W?"
Giving a seldom stare he stares at the bottle and back at the green alien. Laughing at W's predicament it grabs the bottle ignoring its coworkers warning.
Just then as soon as Ovi made contact with the nipple of the bottle an influx of memories breached W's mind, in split second W knew he was not of this world. He knew what he was and what she was. She was a Duldi, daughter of a family of refugees from the Orbital war.
Ovi felt none of this, as she walked away W began to think what he was and where he was. Coming to terms that you were dead and given a second chance of life by being born into a living bomb was something notable to think about.
'Why am I back? Didn't that milk tank kill me? And why do I know things I wouldn't know?…'
'I'm a pupae, a weaponized living bomb. But I don't have any weapons, do they mean I can just blow up and rip and tear everything I see?'
'I don't understand any of this. Just what the hell am I?…'