Tungstenās First Day part 1
[Tungsten nervously followed after his boss, being lead down to a small room in a far too quiet building. He gave a gulp before the door opened, not knowing what to expect. Was he about to be punished for another mess up? W-was he about to be ejected out in space!? Knowing the old, angry irken leading him to his future and possible doom, Tungs wouldnāt put it past him.]
Tungsten: S-sir, I really am sorry for-
[He didnāt need to be told twice to follow the command.]
[The door opened and Tungs tensed up and took slow steps inside. He took a breath and looked around, expecting to see an array of weapons that would be used to end him for good. What he wasnāt expecting to see was...well-]
[Vole spoke before the younger irken could fully understand what he was staring at. His cold and worn out voice for once didnāt send a shiver of fear down the irkenās spine. Tungsten did his best to listen to his boss as he looked down at what kept his interest, two very small smeets, who were probably not even a full day old.]
[Tungsten perked up at the first part of what was said.]
Tungs: Wait, a new job!? Seriously, youāre giving me another chance?
Vole: Youāre lucky. Your friend Fir spoke up for you. You should be grateful he is on your side.Ā
Tungs: Fir did...? I...wait? Iām to look after smeets? But that is not anywhere close to what Iām trained for sir! Iām...I donāt run some daycare serv-
Vole: You take the job I give you, Tungsten! Without any question! That is what you are meant to do.Ā
Tungs: I...[Tungsten went silent at the sharp glare that was directed at him from Vole. He frowned before glancing down at the two smeets still looking up at him curiously. They were definitely at least a day or two old.] Um...sir? D-didnāt you say there were three smeets? I-
[Before he could finish a small bundle was roughly shoved in his arms and Tungsten had to quickly realize it was a very tiny smeet, much smaller than the other two. He awkwardly held the smeet up just as Vole was about to walk away.]
Tungsten: Heās so tiny...I...I canāt do this! I canāt look after these infants! Sir!? [He looked up and panicked when he saw Vole now almost out the door.] Sir! What am I even supposed to do!? I donāt know how to take care of smeets! I-
Vole: More orders are to come later. Right now, all you need to do is make sure at least the healthier ones stay alive. Do what you want with the runt.Ā
Tungsten: You canāt be serious!?
Vole: I am! And Tungsten!
[Tungs went stock still as he locked eyes with his boss.]
Vole: I suggest you toughen up and quick. That soft nature of yours has gotten you in enough trouble. Show me you can be disciplined enough to raise these smeets into functional irkens for our empire. Do this and maybe you will finally get some respect. This is your last chance. Donāt fail me again!
[The door slammed shut, and Tungs was left alone with three smeets with no knowledge on what to do for them. The runt in his arms began to wiggle and the older irken panicked silently.]
Tungs: Ah, no, no, no...donāt wake up little one. Uh...um...
[The runtās eyes opened up, revealing dazzling blue eyes. Tungs stared in aw for a moment before his attention was taken back to the other smeets, who tugged at his pant leg. He glanced at them curiously. All they did was smile and wave a hand his way.]
[Tungsten gave them a nervous, awkward smile in return before sighing.]
Tungs: Ugh...What did I get myself into?