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I was genetically engineered for this

Trattorian silently floated through the spacious chrome hallway. Lining the walls, much like very organized swallow nests, were clear, cylindrical capsules. They were in various stages of development. Some were just lumpy blobs of tissue, while others looks like fully formed creatures. Each one was in a state of hibernation, connected to tubes to supply it with oxygen and nourishment. Trattorian himself had a large, spherical tank on his round, golden striped dome. Of all the ahrehk'taurs he had encountered, none had ever been as good as he was at cloning. DNA was his artist clay he used to mold whatever elegant being he desired. Unlike his masterpieces, Trattorian was actually a squat, clumsy ahrehk'taur... He still had the oil rig body and colorful wings, but he was somewhat plain looking compared to the others. Like the ones he had made... Trattorian approached his magnum opus; three capsules at least 100ft in height. A young, unborn arling was in each one. He had cloned these little ones from the DNA of Starry and Byzantyan...certainly they would be able to defeat the Arsenians! As he monitored their life functions, a deep voice called to him. "Trattorian..." it drawled. Trattorian whirled around to see a dark blue, menacing ahrehk'taur staring back at him with its milky yellow eyes. It had many scars on its metal barred body...scars earned from a long life of constant battle. On his head were two crescent shaped probes. "S, s, Somerset!" Trattorian stammered, "Do you like my hologram??" "Can it, I know those are ahrehk'taur clones..." Somerset grumbled, "Do you realize how mad the others will be when they find out? It's very much illegal..." "W, w, well what do you want me to do? Dump them out? Leave them to die??" Trattorian fanned his wings in a typical threatening gesture. Somerset didn't bat an eye. "it must be done...as much as I hate to do this," he said in a deadpan voice. "But they are perfect!" Trattorian cried, "We can use them...I made them to help us! To defend us...come on!" Somerset narrowed his eyes and shook from side to side. "We don't want to win the war this way...can't you see how this could go wrong? Arsenians have cloning technology too." Trattorian was silent. Somerset was right...if the Arsenians got ahold of this newly engineered genetic material...they would make hundreds, even thousands of clones. They had done so with Byzantyan... "I...don't want to kill them," Trattorian began, "But...perhaps... I could sticky them?" Somerset looked intrigued. Being "stickied" was something ahrehk'taurs were careful to avoid. It was a well known fact that ahrehk'taurs could learn to transform. However, some forms took more energy than others. The more energy it took to change shape, the harder it was to change back. A few forms were downright impossible to change back from. If an ahrehk'taur were to become a sticky form, they would be stuck that way. "What will you turn them into?" Somerset asked. "Something small...something not threatening," Somerset thought about it, "How about...humans? Ugh, no...such a gross form to take... Wait! I will turn them into wayfarers! Oh, they will be beautiful...yes they will." "Whatever," Somerset drawled, "I have a fondue with my name on it...change those arlings into wayfarers and hope to Spliten Omegatower doesn't find out what you did." Somerset left to find lunch. Trattorian sighed and turned back to his three creations. He extended the two probes on his round head and connected them to ports on the console in front of the three tanks. He closed his eyes and began to manipulate settings and energy levels with his thoughts. The three arlings began to glow. They became amorphous, shifting into glowing blobs of light and then shrinking. They shrank down from the 40ft they were to a mere 2ft and took the shape of graceful, bipedal beings with pointy ears. When the light faded, they had become cloaked beings with jet black faces. They all had identical black, star patterned cloak wings. Oh yeah, the names...I never entered them... Trattorian thought. He accessed the name files for the three wayfarers and entered new names to replace the string of numbers they had before. "Let's see....Galileo, Halley, and Copernicus...there we go."

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Scarf :3

None of her tactics work, none. Then again she had never flirted before, and was either too proud to ask, or too shy.

A snore she had heard, echoed from a cave. Who would sleep at this time of day I wonder? Plodding in out of curiosity, who she saw was none other than Copernicus, another black-cloaked wayfarer.

Black? Well I don’t suppose he’d mind, just for today. Something to impress Lethe she thought. Stealthy crouching towards Copernicus, she gently tugged the cloak and scarf from the sleeping wayfarer. She slipped on his cloak and scarf, twirling a bit. Hmmmmm, not bad. She sneaked back towards the entrance, looking back at Copernicus and swiftly turning away, blushing quite red, for she had left him quite naked, aside from his hood and mask.

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