{HIATUS}Invaders Aspiration

Self Experimintation

Description-

Z1W was Psychotic

If it was not obvious before-

It was obvious something was wrong with the new Smeet-

Yet, no matter how many times others checked with the Control Brains, he was far from defective

In fact

He was a perfect irken Mix

His PAK was checked as well, yet all the same, it was as perfect as could be-

So, they all just conclude that the others personality was just natural

Though, it was brought to the attention of other Irkens that the same exact DNA strands that had created the Smeet would not be mixed together again to avoid further, possibly worse personalities that might be attached to the set genetics

The Control Brains found little issue or problems from the Smeet- and therefore refused requested termination since the smaller was useful and it would be a waist to just off it without proper reason

The Smeet was soon enough promoted to the the research sector 9 due to the destructive yet imaginative nature of the younger

This would be the place of beginning

To where the young one would eventually thrive

And be feared

By Irken and alien alike

Ch 1 Start

POV Z1W

Z1W

That was the coded set he was given before he was to earn one

Just like many of the other Smeets around him,

Yet... they all avoided him for a reason unknown-

Sure he was far rougher when in defensive and Combatic lessons, but he was no problem within this-

It took everything to win,

To be on top and succeed to make the Tallers happy-

That was obvious!

So why did they move away?

Perhaps he was to loud? Or maybe not loud enough?

Oh, what was he saying?!

All of those silly trivial thoughts did not matter-

He was promoted!

By the Tallests and Control Brain no less!

This meant it was special!

He was special!

The small Smeets gaze traveled widely around the area, bouncing around wildly from window to window to window to peak out at the vast area despite the escorters commands to sit and wait patiently in order to not get thrown around

Though Z1W found it strange since they where of the more strong species and could easily probably just stick to the floor and wall with complete ease without gloves or boots

But -

His Tallers had commanded that they stay on until they had reached the destination

To which Z1W was simply gripping ruthlessly into metal on particular rough shifts or stops when avoiding areas or things

To say that the holding area was not complete dented in with miniature claw like imprints would be an understatement

The Soldiers where especially shocked when they came in to get him out of their antenna only to find that it was completely and utterly wrecked by a tiny non threatening looking smeet-