Intergalactic Mishap
Author: tajn77.tumblr.com
Recipient: starlight9001.tumblr.com
Summary: Gavin and Michael are recruited by a couple of aliens to save their friend but apparently this isn’t their first time in space.
Loosely based off the prompt: Imagine your OTP being abducted by aliens, becoming intergalactic heroes, only to have their memories wiped at the end because of some intergalactic law. Their story is the most told in the galaxy and they don’t even know it.
Warnings: N/A
Word Count: 6,383
Intergalactic Mishap
Chapter One: Those Who Came From the Stars
Intergalactic protocol 1093: Do not seek the assistance from the life form known as homo sapien sapien. They have the genetic tendencies of insubordination, recklessness, and aggression.
Clause: When the infarction level is level C-5 or higher a homo sapien sapien team of two may be formed using the HSS algorithm.
Intergalactic protocol 1094: If homo sapien sapein team is formed for a specific mission, the team’s memories must be erased after mission objectives are completed. This is to prevent the Homo sapiens sapiens above-mentioned tendencies from cause a war with other intergalactic species that would ultimately lead to one of the species extinction.
Intergalactic protocol 1095: member of the homo sapien sapien team will not meet after mission objectives are complete.
Clause: If the same homo sapien sapien team is selected by the HSS algorithm for another mission intergalactic protocol 1095 is void.
__________________________________________________________________________________
“Gavin Free: Technological specialist. Fastest record for disabling ship is 23.4 seconds. Remarkable at improvisation in terms of technology. On earth he was able to make a working radio that was able to broadcast to space. First human to contact the Intergalactic Bureau and annoy them into responding.
Michael Jones: close range combatant specialist. Primary used Blue Rage; note that he is the first human to utilize Blue Rage successfully. Also showed remarkable skills in several guns subclasses. Called the man with 1000 pockets for his tendency to horde bullets and other supplies while raiding enemy ships.”
The team has been noted to the most successful team of the homo sapien sapien race. Mission success rage: 100%. Status: dismissed permanently.” The low drone of the computer said finishing.
“So are these are our guys?” Geoff said lifting his head from his arms. They had been looking over documents for past two days and it seemed as if Ryan was ready to finalize the humans that they would be using for this job.
“They seem promising.” Ryan said shuffling through the papers on the duo.
“Fucking finally! I already have their stuff too. So you better not back out like a bitch”
“But if these guy are as good as the records show then why have they been dismissed?” Ryan said beginning to leaf through the piles of papers that littered the table.
“No idea,” Geoff rubbed at his silvery eyes trying to get the sleep out of them.
“Not even going to try and look?” Ryan tsked as he shuffled through the papers.
“Fuck off man, I’m tired.” Geoff said. “You know how much of a pain in the ass it is to steal from the IGB.”
“I do in fact- Ah, here it is.” Ryan said grabbing the sheet of paper. “Reason of dismissal: team dynamics. What does that even mean?”
“They didn’t get along?” Geoff guessed. “ So lets keep them the hell away from each other. Problem solved. Let’s get them, inject them, and do this shit.”
“But-“
“We are not picking other fucking teammates, Ryan.”
“if the plan blows up, it is your fault then,”
________________________________________________________________________________
Ryan had though he had experienced the strange in his days of space pirating. He has seen being that could split themselves into two as easy as it would be putting on a shirt, plants that could debate the therapeutic properties of classic music, and even people who honestly thought that wearing socks with sandals looked good.
But he had never in all his days seen someone like Gavin Free. In a single word he was a conundrum. In the four hours that Ryan has been tailing him, Gavin had managed to light himself on fire on three separate occasions and had been filming it the entire time. He was constantly questioning things and seemed to fly off in a tangent every couple of minutes. And for whatever reason, Gavin had taken over a dozen ‘selfies’ from the walk from the park, where the fire and filming had taken place, and his home. By the time Ryan had followed Gavin to his workshop, he had had enough.
Maybe Ryan had made a mistake in his selection of humans for the mission. Nonetheless, the decision had been made and Gavin Free’s credentials had been spectacular. So readjusting his cap and sunglasses, no need to completely shock the human, Ryan let his natural camouflage fall.
“Are you Gavin David Free. 26 years old?” Ryan said tapping the tin walls of the workshop.
“AH-ha,” Gavin said seemingly bursting from the chair and spinning it at the same time. “You finally reveal yourself!”
“Pardon me?”
“My thermo cameras were detecting an abnormality in the shape of a person.” Gavin said waving his camera at Ryan.
“You have thermo cameras?” Ryan said slightly impressed and embarrassed. He has under estimated the human and has forgone regulating his temperature.
“Of course!” Gavin exclaimed. “While I was in the park I was measuring the amount of heat transferred when something or someone is lit on fire, and while doing so I saw your abnormality. It really stood out because it was lower than the surrounding temperature while I was experimenting with higher temperatures. I knew it wasn’t a weather irregularity when it started following me home. Also I am.”
“You are, what?” Ryan blinked and was still trying to figure out what Gavin had been saying. It hadn’t said anything about the human’s observation skills, which were obviously high.
“Gavin Free.”
‘So you are the one who made the radio that ‘accidently’ contacted the international space station?”
“It was a bloody accident.” Gavin protested. “What are you the cops? Cause I already cleared it up. It was a good thing it was me who broke into their systems cause I just wanted to ask about the toilets. If anyone else broke in them they could have minged up the air pressure. Also, I checked and it technically isn’t illegal to have thermo cameras,”
“Gavin. It’s fine,” Ryan said raising his hands trying to calm the man down. “I’m just a fan.”
“What? Why?” Gavin said looking skeptical.
“Ingenuity and curiosity is a very attractive trait. Especially if one has the intelligence to satisfy these lusts,”
“Oh, uh thanks.” Gavin said scratching at his neck and turning to back to his work.
“Do you believe that there are other life forms outside of the earths atmosphere,” Ryan said trying to be as casual as possible..
“Like aliens,” turning back to Ryan.
“For lack of a better term, Yes.”
“I don’t know. I never seen any but it isn’t outside the realm of possibility. Wouldn’t that be brilliant though?”
“Yeah well,” Ryan said dramatically pulling off his cap and sunglasses revealing bright rainbow colored hair, bright yellow eyes, and light scales that ran across his temple and the edge of his cheekbones.
“Bloody hell. That isn’t a costume?” Gavin said jumping from his chair and grabbing the flashlight off the table. Gavin began to brushing his fingers along the scales with one hand and flash the light into Ryan’s pupils with the other. “No roots and pupils are constricting normally.” Gavin mumbled
“What are you doing.” Ryan said gently pushing Gavin away.
“Seeing if they are contacts.” Gavin said quietly and obviously deep in thought.
“So you believe me?” Ryan said raising an eyebrow.
“Yeah,”
“Good. Now I have a proposition for you,” Ryan said barely finishing before Gavin jumped into action.
Gavin grabbed a cardboard box and dumped it on the ground and started to run around the shed and refilled the box with, from what Ryan could tell, miscellaneous junk. “Can we stop off at home so I can grab a proper bag and some clothes. Do I need food? Do we eat the same things? Do you even eat? I have a discount at the grocery store where I work so it’s fine!”
“What are you doing,” Ryan asked slightly bewildered.
“You’re taking me to space, right?” Gavin said pleadingly. “Because I have always wanted to go to space.”
“Well technically, you have already been.” Ryan said.
“Wait what?” Gavin said immediately perking up.
Well…” Ryan said thinking if Geoff was this easy of a time convincing Michael Jones.
_____________________________________________
“That’s bullshit. Do you honestly expect me to believe that you are an alien,”
“Look at my eyes dude,” Geoff said wildly gesturing at his pure silver eyes.
“Contacts.” Michael said waving it off.
“MY BLOOD IS ALCHOLIC”
“You can’t fucking prove it,” Michael said walking towards the gamestop that Geoff had managed to pull him out of.
“Like hell I can’t” Geoff said pulling out a knife.
“whoa buddy,” Michael said raising his hands defensively. “it’s all good,”
“Don’t treat me like I’m crazy.”
“You are acting pretty crazy.” Michael said looking between Geoff and the knife in his hand.
“That because you aren’t listening!” Geoff said with his voice cracking.
“Okay.” Michael said looking around for an escape route. “Lets say that I did believe that you are an alien.”
“Because I am.”
“Okay. But what about that shit you said about me going to space, saving the universe, and now how I can’t remember fuck all about it,” Michael
“Well because the IGB wipes humans of their memory of their mission.”
“Wait,” Michael, said taking a step towards Geoff that had eliminated all the progress that Michael had been making to get away from Geoff. “How long was the mission?”
“Uh I don’t know,” Geoff said confused but glad that Michael wasn’t actively trying to run away from him now.
“Was it two weeks?” Michael said, all but forgetting the knife that was still in Geoff’s hand, and pulling Geoff by the collar until Michael and Geoff’s noses were practically touching.
“two weeks? Uh about?” Geoff bullshitted.
“Those motherfuckers.” Michael said shoving Geoff away.
“What?”
“I lost my job because I went on some bullshit mission to save the universe.” Michael said kicking at a trashcan. “I was an electrician. Do you know how much money a electrician makes!?! A hell of a lot more than a sales associate at goddamn GameStop. So how much did I get paid to save the universe?”
“You didn’t.”
“Fuck off,” Michael said stomping towards the obnoxious car that Geoff had parked in front of the game stop with.
“Where are you going?”
“I’m going to space to kick the IGA’s ass,” Michael said ripping the door open and plopping himself into the passenger seat, and crossing his arms impatiently.
“The what? Oh the IGB” Geoff said smirking. At least Michael was the type of guy that Geoff could get along with.
____________________________________________________________________________________________
Chapter Two: And We Are Blasting Off Again.
Michael knew he was impulsive. He would take any dare given to him (and was more than likely to successfully complete it) and would always voice his, usually blunt, opinions. And it was his impulsiveness is what made him simultaneously great and awful at videogames. But today, his impulsiveness had gotten him into the backseat of a spaceship that looked a lot like a 1998 minivan with sideways wheels and a rocket strapped to the back with an ‘alien’ hold a epi-pen out to him.
“So, you are trying to tell me that this-” Michael pointed to the device in Geoff’s hand. “Holds my memories when I was a badass intergalactic hero?”
“That’s exactly what I’m saying.’ Geoff said rolling is silver glazed eyes. “Now hold still. I don’t know what will happen if I miss.” Geoff said pulling his arm back with the blue liquid filled device.
“Wait.” Michael said holding up in hands. “I need a minute. It’s just that all of this sounds like bullshit.”
“Michael. You are in a space ship with an alien. Can you suspend your damn belief and let me inject this into….” Geoff grabbed at the box that the device that came in and squinted his eyes as he read the small print on the side of the box. “The space between the first and second cervical vertebrae… where is that on a human?”
“Jesus Christ.” Michael huffed and leaned back to try and get out of Geoff’s reach.
“I’m kidding.” Geoff snorted. “I know it’s in the neck area.”
“Cause that makes me feel better.”
“If you are such a bitch then why did you follow me?”
“One, fuck you. Two, cause what the IGA are doing is shitty.”
“The IGB.” Geoff corrected again.
“What-fucking-ever. The point is, is that those fuckers are stealing people to do their dirty work then dropping them off without even a memory of what they were doing. I was gone for, apparently, two weeks. And I know fuck all about what happened while I was in space. I’m fucking lucky that I just lost my job. What happens when people die in goddamn space? Do the IG-whatever drop the bodies off at earth or are these people ‘missing’ forever. It’s bullshit.”
“That’s not even the worst that the IGB have done.” Geoff muttered darkly.
“What else have they done?” Michael said leaning in closer to Geoff.
“Nothing for you to worry about. But the feeling of wanting to kick the IGB’s ass is mutual throughout the team.”
“Alright. Shoot me up.”
“What?”
“Give me the memories or whatever.”
“Sweet dude.” Geoff said maneuvering behind Michael and pressing the memory injector to Michael’s neck. “Now this might sting a bit.” and Geoff pressed the button.
“That wasn’t too- Aw FUCK,” Michael screamed as he felt a rush of pressure hit him in his forehead.
Geoff gave Michael a few moments to collect himself before asking, “So you ready to blue rage at the IGB?”
“Blue rage?”
“ You know, harnessing your emotion to super-enchanting your muscles in order to get the best performances out of speed, strength, and technique”
“I have no clue about what you are talking about, man,” Michael said rubbing at his forehead.
“You should,” Geoff said scrunching his eyes in confusion and grabbing for the device’s box again and pulling out a small booklet of instructions. He quickly leafed through the pages before settling on one of the last pages “Not to worry,” Geoff said. “It says memories can takes as long as 48 hours to completely re-emerge and that recipients should rest during this period in order to receive the memories- who has time for this?” Geoff flicked the instructions onto the floor. “Alright, let’s go.” Geoff said squeezing himself into the front seat.
“Hey Geoff,” Michael said settling into his seat and putting on his worryingly lackluster seatbelt on.
“Yeah?”
“Why is this spaceship a piece of shit?”
“Ryan won dibs.” Geoff said bitterly.
“Ryan?”
“My teammate.”
“So the two aliens I have met are named Geoff and Ryan.” Michael muttered.
“Shut the hell up, dude.” Geoff said flicking on some of the switches and pulling the gears.
“So where is this teammate?” Michael asked.
He went to get the other human from England.”
“England?” Michael said perking up. “Where in England? Oxsfordshire?”
“Yeah. How the hell did you know that?” Geoff said glaring suspiciously at Michael.
“I don’t know.” Michael shrugged. “Lucky guess?”
~_~_~_~
“Well it seemed simple enough,” Ryan said lounging in the cockpit of the spaceship as the ship flew in autopilot. Unlike Geoff, Ryan had completely gone through the instructions and had even gone so far as to shoo Gavin into the small cot in the maintenance closet, an addition that Geoff had made.
It hadn’t even been 20 minutes when Ryan heard the door of the maintenance room creak open and a few moments later the door to the cockpit.
“What’s up,” Ryan said.
“What were some of the side effects of the serum again,”
“Short term? Mild headache, nausea, and tingling at the injection site. Why are you experiencing any of these?”
“No I was just having a bit of strange dream, is all.”
“A dream? That’s it.” Ryan said. “This is the first time you’ve been in space, from your memory at least, I wouldn’t be surprised if you had a strange dream. Best case scenario, it’s your memories re-emerging.”
“ If it was a space dream, that would make sense.” Gavin said pulling out a small machine from his pocket and began tinkering with it.
“Then what did you dream about,” Ryan said feeling intrigued.
“Well, I was dreaming that I was kissing-“
“Oh,” Ryan said. “Well Gavin. From what I have read in the literature, it is perfectly normal for men your age to have dreams like-“
“Myself.” Gavin finished.
“Excuse me?”
“I had a dream that I was kissing myself.”
“Well, that’s slightly narcissistic.”
“Right? My dreams are usually all over the gaff. But this makes me feel like a bloody tosser.”
“…Sure? Do you remember anything else about the dream?”
Gavin’s face contorted in deep concentration, “Like, I was me but I wasn’t.”
“What does that even mean?”
“It was me but I was different.”
“Okay” Ryan said running his hand through his rainbow hair. “Let’s go in another direction. How did you feel when you were kissing… dream Gavin.”
“Well, he was being fucking annoying as shit and I wanted to kick his ass but then Gavin gave me that you’re-my-boi look. So I kissed him.” Gavin smirked.
“Do you usually speak in the third tense?” Ryan said watching Gavin analytically.
“What? No why?”
Ryan grabbed at a couple pieces of paper and began to scribble something on them. “Strange. Interesting but strange.”
“What?” Gavin said sitting up straight.
“Nothing for now,” Ryan said. “Have you noticed anything else out of the ordinary?”
“What are you doing Ryan?” Gavin said leaning in and trying to see what Ryan was writing, only to be disappointed that it wasn’t in any human language that Gavin could recognize.
“I think I just found my next thesis.” Ryan said beginning to hum happily to himself. “And it’s all thanks to Geoff’s mistake, figures.”
_________________________________________________________________________________________
Chapter 3: Meet Up
“Now don’t be alarmed but we are now going to be speaking to the second half of our team through video chat. To be clear, it will not be a recorded tape but it will be a live communication. Something akin to speaking on the telephone.” Geoff said waiting for Michael’s awe but was disappointed to only receive a blank stare.
“So we are going to Skype them?” Michael said.
“Skype?”
“Yeah the exact thing you described was Skype. Anyone with a computer or phone can do that.” Michael said rolling his eyes.
“huh,” Geoff said turning his back to Michael and began to click things into the computer.
“If you want to be an asshole about your ‘advanced civilization’ show me something impressive.” Michael said settling into his seat.
“What about the memory injector?” Geoff said ignoring the bing that showed that the call had be connected.
“You stole that,” Michael said rolling his eyes.
“Yeah from a super fucking advanced militarized civilianization.”
“Whatever dude,”
“Would you care to begin, gentleman,” Ryan said amused by the end bit of the conversation that he had heard.
“Holy shit,” Michael said looking up at the screen to see the rainbow haired man. “He looks a hell of a lot more like an alien than you,” Micheal said wildly gesturing at Ryan’s hair and scales that framed the upper half of his face.
“Thank you,” Ryan chirped before Gavin pushed his way into frame, although the only thing that could be seen was his large nose.
“Ello!” Gavin said happily.
“Is he an alien too? Cause his nose is too gargantuan for earth’s atmosphere,” Michael deadpanned but couldn’t help but smirk when Gavin squawked in annoyance.
“Real original there,” Gavin muttered as he moved away from the camera.
“You nose is just so huge that I can’s help but be draw to it, it’s like it has it’s own gravitational field.”
“Oi –“ Gavin’s face becoming a deep shade of angry red.
“All right dickheads,” Geoff said. “If this is how you guys act on your first meeting I can understand why the IGB don’t want you.”
“Geoff, why the fuck is their spaceship not a piece of shit?” Micheal said finally getting a good look at the background. If Geoff’s spaceship was a minivan then Ryan’s was a Lexus.
“I had dibs,” Ryan stated. “But Michael, this might be a bit of a tangent but have you noticed any strange behaviour from yourself post injection?”
“Post injection?” Michael said, “Why is the memory injector going to fuck me up? I looked at all the side effects but they seemed minimal. But who bloody knows with that kind of tech, eh?”
“Bloody? Is that a term in your usual-“
“Ryan, please.” Geoff all but screeched, “We have a mission to discuss.”
All right dickheads, this mission is split into three primary submissions. The first will be Michael and I getting a shit ton of weapons while Ryan and Gavin will be getting the blueprints for the prison-“
Micheal’s head snapped towards Geoff, “the prision?”
“What exactly are we doing?” Gavin asked knowing the awnser but hoping that he was wrong.
“Obviously a prison break,”
“So who’s the jailbird?”
“The third member of our crew,” Ryan’s said finally adding to the discussion.
“ANYWAYS, after we have done the first two parts of the mission we meet, hope you two assholes don’t rip each other apart, and break the dickhead out of jail.” Geoff said looking between the four who all nodded.
“So how exactly does this fuck with the IGB,” Michael leaning back into his chair.
“The prison we are attacking is filled with those against the IGB. Rebels if you will.” Ryan said. “And the IGB will certainty be hindered if over 1.5 million escape from their ‘impenetrable prison,” Ryan said bitterly at the end.
“So what do you say, you interested?”
“Sounds alright,” Gavin said. “I’m interested in the tech that would allow a prison to gloat being the strongest in the world but I have never faced a digital lock I couldn’t break.” Gavin grinned.
“As long as I get to fuck over the IGB, I’m happy”
“Sweet as dicks dude,” Geoff smiled. “Now get the logistics outta the way.”
_____________________________________________________________________________________________
Chapter 4: Trouble? Shoot! (Or stab)
“Holy shit, this place looks way more like a spaceship that our shitty van,” Michael said taking a sip from the bottle of, what tasted like, capri-sun and the duo walked down the long corridor that was filled with flashing lights and the low drone of machines.
“Focus, Michael.” Geoff said glancing nervously around the corridor. “We have to get as much shit as we can and get the hell outta here before anyone sees us- fuck” Geoff said as he turned the corner to be faced with several guards, who had fortunately not heard Geoff’s outburst or had seen him.
“What,” Michael said pulling Geoff back around the corner and out of the prying view of the guards.
“Why the fuck are they there?” Geoff hissed.
“Patrol?”
“No they are dicking around in front of the weapons room, how do we get rid of them?” Geoff said peaking around the corner and quickly returned to the safelt behind the wall. “Alright, there are like 5 of them and only one of them looks like they can do any real damage is the tuuvanon.”
“The fuck is a tuuvanon?”
“Four armed motherfucker.”
“What about the little ones?” Michael said glancing around the corner.
“Soranons. We have to get rid of those little fucks if we even want a chance to fight the tuuvanon.”
“Why?”
Geoff let out an exasperated sigh. “Because~ the soranons create oxygen for the tuuvanon to use.”
“So the big fuck needs oxygen to fight and the little ones create that oxygen but can’t fight worth shit? So stealth?” Michael said nodding as he pulled out the bottle that he had been drinking from earlier and shattered it on the ground.
“What the fuck are you doing,” Geoff said his eyes almost budging. “We aren’t even fucking armed.
“Shut the hell up,” Michael said flattening himself against the wall, “if this works out-“ Michael said breaking out into a grin as one of the Soranons walked around the corner. But before Michael could even get a good look at the alien, his fist was colliding with the Soranon’s face. And the alien fell to the ground unceremoniously along with Geoff’s jaw.
“What the fuck Michael,”
But Michael ignored him and began to ruffle through the alien’s pockets and belt until he pulled out what he was looking for, a knife. “Sweet,” Michael mumbled and returned to his position against the wall.
“This wont work a second time, we have to get the fuck-“ Geoff began but was interrupted by another one of the grunts turning the corner. “Fuck me,”
Once again Michael grabbed the alien as it turned the corner but instead of knocking it out, he slipped the knife under its neck and held the alien in close to prevent any movements. “If I cut its neck will I kill it,” Michael asked Geoff but the alien’s widening eye was enough of an answer.
“Yeah,” Geoff confirmed.
“Okay good,” Michael said before smirking. “Well not for you I guess.”
“Shit,” the one eyed alien squeaked.
“What the hell are you planning Michael,”
“Call your big buddy,” Michael said once again ignoring Geoff. “But say everything is fine and something just fell over or some shit and you need help cleaning it up. You got it,”
“Fuck you,” the alien spat and tried to writher out of Michael’s arms but Michael quickly silenced him with the quick movement of his blade.
“Christ, Michael,” Geoff watched the blue blood ooze from the aliens neck. “What the hell did you do that for?”
“There’s still, what, two more grunts? It’s fine Geoff.” Michael said rolling his eyes.
“You’re a scary motherfucker,” Geoff stated as he watched Michael press himself against the wall again. “How the fuck are you going to get their attention now?”
Michael proceeded to shove his boot into the barely conscious alien on the ground, who let out a low groan. Michael glanced at Geoff and gave him a look that said, “I know what I’m doing.”
“Damn it,” Geoff said pulling the knife from the- now dead- Soranon’s belt.
“If my experience is right,” Michael said as a bulking red alien came from around the corner.
“Are you fucking psychic?” Geoff said as he shoved the knife into the tuuvanon’s stomach.
“Just play a shit ton of videogames,” Michael said crisscrossing the knife against the attacking arms.
“Fuck,” Geoff huffed as the tuuvanon slammed him into the wall but this gave Michael the chance to thrust his knife deep into the tuuvanon’s chest. The tuuvanon fell to its knees as it heaved out a breath filled with bright red blood.
“You alright, Geoff?”
“Just a broken spine,” Geoff huffed as rolled onto his stomach and slowly stood up. “Let’s just get the some guns and get the hell out of here,”
“Sounds good to me,” Michael said strolling towards the door to the armory. “Where did the two other soranons go”
“No clue but let’s hurry the fuck back before-“ Geoff began but was interrupted when the door slammed shut and the door beeped and locked. “They come back. Fuck.”
~_~
“This was surprisingly easy,” Gavin said with a handful of weapon schematics.
“Well, unlike Geoff. I put an ounce of thought into my plan.” Ryan scowled. He had put a considerable amount of time in putting this plan together. Going so far as to hire an inside man that would erase any evidence that they were there as well as give Ryan the schedules of patrols. But it felt too easy and they were already on the way out of the architect’s firm.
“Why did we have to steal the paper copies,” Gavin complained as he dropped yet another schematic and had awkwardly bend over to pick it up. “Wouldn’t it be easier to be on a computer? We are dealing with the largest militarized organization in the universe, they couldn’t splurge.”
“They decided to switch to paper for their top secret building schematics,”
“Why would they do that,”
“They learned their lesson,” Ryan said simply with a smile. Before continuing down the corridor.
“Ryan you naughty- wait a minute.” Gavin squawked. “If you are able to break into the this places why the do you need me?”
“Because while you are breaking out our dear friend Jack, I will be using my other talents to assist in protecting you,”
“Oh,” Gavin said once again dropping the schematics. “Bollocks!” Gavin said frustrated and bent over to pick up the papers once again.
“Huh,” Ryan said lightly. “I guess it was too easy.”
“What are you on about Ryan-“ Gavin said turning his head up to be faced with three extremely large reptilian aliens. “Shit.”
________________________________________________________________________________________
Chapter 5: A Mistake Turned Promising
“Lookit here fellas,” the largest of the three reptilian aliens said. “We got ourselves a Gifyd.”
“You most certainly do not,” Gavin said crossly but it looked more like a child pouting because he was still kneeling on the ground.
“They are talking about my species,” Ryan said coldly watching the trio.
“ I thought youse guys were extinct.” The small brown one spat.
“You know these guys can be sold for a pretty penny at threshold market.” The midsized green one smiled and revealed knotted teeth and a long jagged tongue.
“Yeah?” the large one nodded and took a step closer to
‘Yeah. I caught one a couple of years ago and she sold for a solid lilamium bar,” Green said pulling out a small handgun. “I kept a few scales and they sold good as well,” the green one nodded. “The woman sell better but we wouldn’t get a bad price for him.”
“ I didn’t know that the IGB hired traffickers.” Ryan said his voice chilled and Gavin felt the goosebumps rise on his skin.
“They don’t care unless you got the right pedigree, Gifyd.”
“His name is Ryan you ugly git,” Gavin said feeling something simmer deep within his stomach.
“Who you calling ugly,” the smallest one sneered. “Youse the one with the volcano erupting from his face.”
“Oi- just because my nose is big doesn’t mean I won’t kick your ass,” Gavin said as the anger engulfed his accent.
“Gavin, Let me handle this,” Ryan said turning towards the trio. “It seems as if you have only encountered female Gifyd.”
“Yeah, What’s it to you,” Green said.
“Well, evolution is a really cool thing. Cause sometimes the males and females of the species differ depending on their purpose. For example, females are larger. But for the female Gifyd, evolution has given them more defensive qualities. Like how their skin is sometimes called muscle metal. In comparison, males tend to have more offensive qualities. For example,” Ryan paused as several rainbow spikes ripped from his shirt. “Poisonous barbs” Ryan finished and grabbed the midsized reptilian and pinned him against the wall and began a series of punches until he let go and Green crumpled to the floor.
“Hey,” the largest of the trio said grabbing at Ryan’s shoulder. But with a simple twitch, the reptilian’s claw jabbed right into Ryan’s uppermost spike.
“Didn’t I just tell you about these,” Ryan asked. “I did say they were poisonous right? As in stab stab now you dead?”
“You okay Gav?” Ryan asked as non-chalant as possible. Ryan had learned that most did no appreciate his spikes.
“I right as-Ryan!” Gavin screamed out.
“What?” Ryan then felt the harsh cold on his back. “Fuck,” Ryan said twisting around to see that the smallest of the reptilians had punctured the engine coolant tubing and had directed the spray at Ryan. “Run Gavin!” Ryan said feeling the familiar dizziness he got when he got too cold. He didn’t even feel the cascade of kicks at his midsection.
“Ryan,” Gavin called and tried to shove the reptilian off Ryan but even as the smallest of the group, it was still several inches taller and almost twice as muscular as Gavin.
“Get oft me ya, weak ass flesh bag,” the reptilian said flicking his tail and shoving Gavin into the wall. “You and that weapon youse have on your face should get out of here,”
“YOU MOTHERFUCKER” Gavin screamed as he felt cold heat rush to limbs and blanket his mind much like Ryan, who drifted into unconsciousness.
…
When Ryan awoke he felt a blast of heat on his face, someone shaking him, along with a distinct scent. “Why does it smell like blood?” Ryan said blinking his eyes open to see a blood covered Gavin.
“Are you alright Ryan,” Gavin said his eyes filled with worry.
“I’m fine,” Ryan said looking Gavin up and down for injuries but not seeing anything. But what about you?” Ryan asked finally looking at the surroundings. “What happened?” Ryan said losing his usual cool.
“I think the memory injector was a bit off, Ry,”
“You think?” Ryan said making a wide gesture at the bloody massacre around them. “Michael must be insane for you to be able to do that,”
“Michael?” Gavin’s eyebrows furrowed in confusion. “did you guys bugger it up and give us the wrong memories?” Gavin deducted correctly.
“Welll~” Ryan said not particularly wanting to get Gavin mad.
“Un-bloody believable” Gavin said turning away from Ryan, who tense in anticipation. “You really had our memories in the injectors. Not a chemical that inhibited and prohibited the recognition of our memories.”
“SO your not mad?”
“I’m livid but we can deal with this after I find Michael,” Gavin said pulling Ryan up.
~_~
“Why the hell did you lock them in the armory?” Said a voice from just outside the door.
“Cause we didn’t want them to kill us,” a second voice said.
“But why did you have to break the lock?”
“It was a precaution,”
“Now what are we going to do?” the first voice hissed. “Its not like we can keep them here.”
“Can’t we just wait till they dehydrate? Can you guys die without water?”
“I’ll die of annoyance if you two don’t shut the fuck up,” Geoff all but screeched.
“Jesus Christ, when is Ryan going to get here?” Michael huffed.
“I can’t believe that I had to call Ryan,” Geoff said resting his head in his hands in defeat.
“I do, you didn’t even have a damn plan,” Michael said. “You’re luck I was here. Without me we wouldn’t have even gotten anything.” Michael patted at the gun laying next to him before
“Michael?” a British voice said through the door.
“Gavin?” Michael said leaning his ear against the door to try and hear better.
“Hi Michael,” Gavin repeated. “it seems as if these buggers broke the mechanism that opens the door from the outside. How does it look in there?”
“Uh… not broken.”
“Flip the flap,” Gavin said and Michael opened the panel beside the mechanism that opened the door. “Now you should see a two water taps and a bunch of wires. And turn the left water tap on and the right water tap off”
“How the fuck do I understand what you’re saying,” Michael said twisting at the knobs. Gavin continued to relay instruction to Michael from across the door and after a few tense minutes the door finally opened and Michael was put face to face Gavin. “Holy shit it’s you,”
“Michael?” Gavin screeched and pulled Michael into his arms.
“My boi,” Michael yelled equally excited and pulled Gavin into a kiss.
“Oh my,” Ryan said squeezing past the reunited duo. “It seems as if our assessment of their relationship was a bit off.”
“No fucking kidding.”
~_~
“So what you are trying to tell me is that I fucked up,” Geoff asked as he flopped into the one of the seats in Ryan’s spaceship.
“That’s exactly what we are saying.” Ryan said
“I don’t see it
“First, you fucked up the memory injector and gave it to the wrong person” Michael said slamming into the chair next to Geoff. Gavin, who bounced into the chair next to Michael, quickly followed.
“You also didn’t have a plan at all and almost got my Michael killed,” Gavin said stroking Michael’s hair for a few moments before being swatted away.
“fuck off Gavin,” Michael said harshly but grinning none-the-less.
“Also you failed to realize the real relationship between Gavin and Michael,” Ryan said.
“The relationship thing doesn’t have anything to do with me. It was those shifty IBG bastards covering it up. Saying stuff like they weren’t compatible? They are total fucking liars.”
“Fine, but what about the memory bullshit,” Michael said crossing his arms.
“I take full fucking responsibility for that,”
“You better,” Michael huffed.
“All I wanted to do is let you two see the universe and this is the thanks I get, figures.” Geoff said under his breath but Michael heard him.
“Fuck off, Geoff. You just needed a couple of fools to save Mack’s ass,”
“Who the fuck is Mack,” Geoff said.
“I think he means Jack,” Ryan added before standing up. “Gavin would you care to join me for some tea?”
“I would love to Ryan,” Gavin said popping out of his seat.
“What about Jack,” Geoff yelled running towards Ryan.
“Don’ think you can get away,” Michael said pursuing Geoff.
“Michael please,” Gavin said following behind Michael.
And thus began the new adventures of Michael and Gavin in Space.
