Based on the prompt: Terrans Are Adorable 102: Ferals and You
X shot up. Alarm blaring right outside their chambers. They grabbed their gun and ran out the door.
Intruder alarm. This was a high security facility, no one gets in without thorough inspection.
From the rooms around them others ran through the hall towards their assigned positions. It could be a training alarm, it didnât matter, as soon as the alarm sounded, their training kicked in; nothing else mattered.
Their main weapon, newly developed in-house by their R&D department, could easily take it up with even the most technologically enhanced soldiers; their sidearm, should it be needed, doubled as an explosive that could either be thrown at the enemy or make sure no one in the room they were in survived.
They were in an alcove on the left side of the hallway, accompanied by L and B. On the other side of the hallway, H and J. They were all aiming at the central door that connected this facility to the outside world. There was only one entrance, which meant that if anyone was breaching, they would have to come through here.
The lights turned off, the emergency lights flickered on with a red hue, night vision goggles and gasmasks were put on. Everything according to procedure.
The door hissed, slowly opening. The alarm turned off and a different sound filled the room. Rhythmically, musically, something audible but so much of it just out of reach.
Frequencies that pushed, no pulled ever so gently, ever so calmy. Chords so consonant, harmonies so vivid, melodies like lullabies.
X was unimpressed. Everything had procedure. So did this.
The squad changed into the appropriate positions, lowering themselves to their knees, disarming their weapons and laying them aside, putting their arms together behind their backs, interlocking their fingers before raising their torso upright, pushing out their chests and looking into the enchanting eyes of the magnificent creature that now stood before them.
âThere you go little leaves, you may say âThank you for saving us, Mistressâ now.â Mistress had the most beautiful smile in the whole universe.
âThank you for saving us, Mistress.â They spoke in unison.
Their Mistress patted each of them on the head before turning towards the wall to their right.
The wall panels opened, revealing a separate room, where around 15 Affini sat. Some were taking notes, some were still struggling to maintain their terran shape and a few could barely contain their hunger upon seeing the 5 docile former ferals.
âAs outlined on page 1.364 of the handbookâŠâ their Mistress began to speak with a musicality, the most prominent soloist in the whole of human history couldnât come close to.
ââŠthis further demonstrates the susceptibility an average terran will have towards the Affini biorhythm. Based on that I have developed three hundred and fourty seven neutral biorhythm frequency compositions to allow for easy conditioning and reconditioning without bonding to one particular Affinis biorhythm permanently.â Mistress looked towards, them a predatory smile appearing on her faceplate, before turning back to their audience.
âNow before these cuties go to the domestication center, does anyone want to pet them?â
