Tekra's Tale
By Tekra
The ship pulled up against the speeding plane and connected slowly edging forward to grab hold of the travellers plane. They stepped inside and began pacing the corridors looking around, their jackets labelled economics and productivity division. A young hekshanian around 16 wondered why they were here why they’d interrupted his interstellar travel to his favourite worlds. He just pulled out some headphones and his mp3 and began listening not caring for what was happening or what was going to happen. He hummed away to an old earth metal band as they passed his row they looked scowling at him. “we got one!” a male shouted and signalled for his cohorts to come over, the hekshanian stared around stunned and flung of his headphones. His orange fur stood on end and bristled under his baggy jeans and jet black shirt. Two larger humans grabbed for him and snatched him high in the air as a female carted his luggage away and threw a duffel bag at his chest, he caught it with the last inches of his arms that were free. And when he saw the men were taking him off of the plane he shouted and struggled thrashed under the iron grip like a prisoner in shackles. He was dragged towards a black tunnel through space into the rulerist ship, he was shoved in and down it into a pitch black hole were countless others nestled wailing for their future, every one of them a hekshanian. He guessed what was happening and ran for the door when it slammed shut and the ship began to fly into the darkness of space he knew he was never going home, he thought he had minutes to live. He thought they would gas them, shoot them or burn them whatever they wanted to do he had heard that rulerists would gather aliens together to ‘cleanse’ them. But what he was heading for was the equivalent of hell for him. After a long tense ride of cold sweating and images of pure agony in his head he spotted the scrubby ball below him its atmosphere shone in the suns gleam like a paradise, so calm, so beautiful, the devil is attractive they say. He saw the ship burst towads the planet and he ducked his head in his knees, ‘that’s it it’s an a.i ship they’re gonna crash it into the planet’ he thought as it pounded through space. And yet seemed to edge upwards mocking the bellowing clouds that now flew past his window. ‘ships cant enter atmosphere’ he was shocked but mainly scared at the fact that rulerist ships could bombard the resistance from atmosphere. He secretly adored them but never had the drive to actually go forth and fight or the body type, he wished to be fighting for a cause to take down all that stands between him and what he believes in. but he didn’t realize it was hopeless that the pagan army was a sham built on revenge, he only saw the heroicness of those who fought, naive as a 12 year old.
The ship came barrelling towards a black smear of civilization and pulled swiftly upwards inertial dampeners the only thing standing between him and death by g-force. He was one of those people who hated what he loved he hated the way space travel was so delicate and icey as if a single flame could destroy you yet loved the freedom of space and its sea of endless light and beauty. The ship thundered to the ground and landed, a large metal hatch swung open bellowing throughout the compartment as it fell an echoing and deathly creek that let the soft wind blow over the white markings on his face. He could see them now at least a hundred or so huddled colours that slowly rose to their feet as did he and staggered to the exit. A message came over the intercom “this is your home world, rebuild it” the hekshanian stared out over the misty remnants of a thriving city, and saw others a few miles ahead in the centre of the stain. He was the first out, cautiously creeping down the ramp his claws clicking on the steel like a train on rail tracks. A few followed him all clenching their one duffle bag, staring into the gloom huddled in a mob some shivering from a disease tekra didn’t even want to know about. When the last of them a small ice white child stepped out and ran to its mother sobbing into her brown dress like a baby bawling for milk. He ships hatch snapped shut and it lifted above the ground slowly beginning the process of space travel. Within seconds it was gone into the same foggy sky they had just ploughed through. Tekra puffed out his chest not knowing what was ahead but eager to find out, clenched his duffel and ran towards the centre. Pounding his springing feet along the cracked roads springing like his claws were made of rubber he pounded down a single lonely road. He had always liked running it gave him a burning a fire that he liked he loved that welling up of energy that consumed him, he often imagined he was running from soldiers when he was little but now he wasn’t running from anything, until he heard the screams.
He whipped round seeing the mob still huddled there, though they fled as soon as the ship they were carried in whirled down and opened up volleys of fire on the jerking form that was the dying masses many fled and the rest were gunned down. He turned his head trying not to think of the child and its mother, the fire grew stronger, he felt the pain of the pagan army though eh didn’t even know those people he just wanted to storm back and rip that ship in two. He felt he had the strength as he ran further away instinct controlling him, tears welled up in his eyes and he looked down and panted “no….” his streaking orange form darted down the roads slowing as it came closer into the thickest of the mist and he heard the shouts of people ahead. The silhouettes of three humans appeared in front of him he dived behind some garbage cans and watched. The fog clearing, he could see three heavy built soldiers telling the townspeople of a hope to rebuild their city, “rebuild the city my ass, you just shoot them” a red female screamed. A male pointed his gun at her but she backed down, rebellious but right soul: 0 rulerist with a gun: 1. Tekra smirked as he sat behind the trash cans wondering now why he hid, was it the fact the hekashanians looked angry or was it the humans?. He slowly edged his feet outwards aiming to crawl through the remaining mist and to find a decent place to sleep, it dawned on him, ‘im homeless, and trapped’ he froze mid crawl and stared upwards into the three rulerists now scowling at him, “we told you lot to meet us hre, and your sneaking in late” a large man picked him easily of the ground and looked at him as if he could punch him round the face until he was bloodied and gone. He was only saved by a yellow furred one who stepped out “ive never seen him before, he’s new” a young grey furred one spoke up “yeah leave him alone”
The crowd jeered at the already annoyed human until he lowered the boy anr threw him towards the yellow furred hekshanian. He smirked ”you always end up with the young screw-ups” tekra only smiled up to the yellow male he was now leaning on not put-off by the strong smell of booze and smoke. The male simply rolled his eyes and shrugged tekra off his shoulders. He felt safer now knowing these people cared and where in the same mindset as him, or so he thought.
He was walking, following the yellow fuzzed one back to his house after he agreed to let him stay for awhile, he didn’t really realize how lucky he was, they stepped along the mean streets the one ahead of him, kyotoshi, casually walked along but tekra walked along with a swinging motion humming a little tune not realizing he was in the heart of hekshano’s ganglands. Teenagers eyed him surprised at his carelessness and freedom among people who were smoking things they shouldn’t be smoking and drinking things they shouldn’t be drinking. He just toddled along occasionally head banging to a certain part of a tune. Kyo saw him every now and then saw the people who were dropping their cigs in amazement and others who were eyeing him up for a beating, he mumbled to himself “this’ll be interesting”…..
There was method to the boys madness though he knew if he acted stupid and crazy people would leave him alone, they would look down on him as if they shouldn’t have to bother with him. That was a good thing surprisingly. He knew these people could break him in a heartbeat, if tekra appeared as some badass he wasn’t he could get picked out by a real badass, and that wouldn’t go down well. They finally reached the now staggering males house and he slowly clicked the door behind him with his claws after tekra had edged in and he walked up the stairs to the door, nodding for him to come up. Their claws scraped along the hardwood floor and without saying anything kyo simply sighed and fell face first into the couch, he was asleep. Tekra was confused until he realised this was a chance for him to look around. He noticed a kitchen and as he would at home went to check the fridge,
“A TOWEL?”
He shouted half laughing at the neatly folded green towel in the fridge and only that, there was no food or drink aside from a single bottle of vodka.
After afew minutes inspection he found a bedroom, not knowing whether to rest his tired head on the bed or to wake kyo up and drag him here. He decided it would be best not too disturb the obviously tired and most likely drunk man. He lay in the bed his clothes, aside from his boxers, folded on the chair. He tried to sleep but he just couldn’t there was too much on his mind, ‘he was alive he thought ‘that’s a plus’ “I’m in A home” he murmured grumpily. But he couldn’t draw his thoughts from the people he’d seen the way they’d been killed, thrown away like they were paper in a breeze. not only was the incident horrific to view it brought about horrible thoughts, death, destruction, all that he was, crumbling in front of him. He remembered earth his friends his fami-“no…….no, cant remember…never” he winced his face up and cried into the pillow that had a striking but soft smell of booze and cats, and fell so asleep he was nearly unconscious.
He awoke to the smiling face of the inebriated hekshanian staring at him, “er….your in my bed” he said in a half joking voice. The orange furred hekshanian stared upwards blankly and stretched gently feeling the wall behind him. “what…..(yawn) time is it?” the yellow furred one then responded, “I make it 3 ‘o’clock” the orange furred one sat up suddenly his white-blonde hair flapping in his face “WHAT?........what happened…” he groaned and held his head and flumped back to the hard bed. “you fell outta bed, hit your head” tekra found a large lump on the left side of his head.
After much painfull feeling and poking he motioned for his jeans and slipped them on under the covers, then stepped out and slung his top on. Found his mp3 in his trousers and asked “my duffel bag….?” He urged kyo for an answer and he left the room, then returned carrying a torn bag holding cans of an earth drink ‘pepsi’ and a LOT of chocolate. Kyo arched an eyebrow ”survival kit?” tekra grabbed the bag and swiftly responded “shut-up” embarrassed.
