(Author’s Note-Hey guys! This is a story I am writing and posting on Fanfiction.net, however I’ve grown a lot as a writer, so I’m re-editing and posting it here. A lot (36 chapters to date) has been posted on FF.net already, so if you want to read ahead there feel free. (same name as here) However, the edits have not been made there, and the grammar and such is less than perfect. Overall, the story is the same, and I won’t be making any major content changes. Have a wonderful day and enjoy the story! ~ Mage)
Chapter 1
Lalna held the beaker carefully. This first step was the most crucial stage of this experiment. The beaker held the contents of the last two years. Two years of frustration, research, and finally a glimmer of hope.
Hope that the impossible could be done.
Lab Entry One <Lalna>
Today I started the initial stages of Project Beta. I combined the DNA taken from my blood with that of a villager, and an Enderman. I am hoping to create an intelligent, docile Enderman that does not kill at a glance. The opportunities for research are endless! Anyway, it took several hours of gene splicing and genetic modifying, but after great concentration, it worked. The cells started to divide on their own. They mature at an exaggerated pace, so the specimen is already developing a corporeal form. After verifying that everything was operating at maximum efficiency, I transported the specimen into an embryo tank. At the current rate, the specimen will be full-grown within approximately a month. It will be adult when it comes out of the embryo tank. I am confident that Beta will have a much higher rate of success then experiment Alpha did. I have logged in many research hours in the past two years.
In unrelated news- Some sort of flying object fell out of the sky this afternoon. I did not see it, as I was very busy with the specimen, but the radars picked it up. It fell about five miles north of the Lab. I will investigate tomorrow, it is far too late now, and I must sleep.
Signing off…..
Upon waking the next morning, Lalna got up, and performed his usual morning routine; a bit of breakfast, and then off to work. He made a courtesy check-up on all of his on-going projects, but there wasn’t much going on, because he dedicated most of his time to the Beta project. It had consumed most of his efforts for the past few years.
Finally it was time to check that final project. He walked down the hallway, and came to the thick iron door. A sign nearby read simply: “Project Beta”. Several levers had to be pulled to open the door. Project Alpha had ended quite badly, hence the extra security precautions.
After a complex combination of levers had been pulled, the solid iron door swung open.
There was a mass of cables and machinery plugging into a tank filled with light blue liquid. A thumb sized dot floated in the middle, connected to some of the machinery via thread-thin wires. Lalna checked a few monitors, and nodded, pleased. Everything was going well.
He left the room, locking it well behind him, and listened to the lab tape from the day before. The ‘unrelated’ part caught his ear. The lab was pretty much running itself, and he should really see what the object had been. The radars had given him the coordinates, about five miles north. He had no reason not to.
He grabbed a prototype jetpack he had been developing and set out. Ten minutes later, he was there.
The object had actually been some form of space ship. It lay on the ground, crushed like an old tin can, still smoldering. Lalna landed a few paces away from the ship, carefully. He took a few steps closer to the wreckage, worried about the smoke billowing out.
“Who’re you?” A voice boomed out from behind him.
He turned, startled, but his voice held steady. “I'm Lalna. And you?”
The other man was dressed in some sort of skin-tight suit. He looked impressed by Lalna’s bravery, so gave a courteous answer. “My name is Xephos. Where am I?”
“About a three-month journey from any major town”
Xephos shook his head “No, no. I meant what planet am I on?”
Lalna’s eyes widened slightly. “Uh…this is the planet Minecraftia.”
He knew that space travel was theoretically possible, but had never been able to get even a satellite achieve orbit. This ‘Xephos’ spoke English, but it had a weird accent about it. Who knew how far away he was from?
Xephos frowned and mumbled to himself “Hmm… Minecraftia…that’s far off-course.” He walked distractedly past Lalna to his ship. He looked at a few melted wires, and a piece of charred engine that had fallen off. He sighed.
“It's hopeless! Just so much scrap metal now!”He angrily punched the smoking carcass. “OW!”
Lalna stood there, watching Xephos fume for a few moments. Though slightly fearful of the spaceman’s erratic behaviour, he couldn't help asking, “How did you come to be here?”
Xephos sighed, “I live- well, lived- on a spaceship. All was well, but out of the blue a large fleet of enemies attacked us. We were losing badly, and the captain ordered us to evacuate. I was alone in the last pod. It malfunctioned somehow, and instead of going to the pre-destined coordinates, it took a random course. I lost control, and it crashed.” His face fell.
“And now I’m stranded. I’ve met one other person here, and I’m lucky I did. His name is Honeydew, and he saved my life.”
At that point, a faint voice called out to them, and soon a ginger dwarf came walking over, holding a tankard of mead, or perhaps ale. He squinted up at Lalna “I’ve seen you before Goggles, doing all that science stuff.”
Lalna nodded politely. He couldn’t really say the same, considering he hardly ever saw the dwarves. They all lived in vast underground cities, and besides, all of them had great quantities of hair growing out of their faces. He couldn’t really tell one from the other.
Xephos was still speaking “So I’ve met Honeydew, and now you. I understand that Honeydew lives with a tribe of dwarves, but besides them, are there other people around here?”
Lalna nodded “There are a few living in the woods. They worship the trees or something. I know one of them is a blonde, and goes by Marvin, or Marlin. It’s something like that. They seem nice enough. There is an island, and a friend of mine Lomadia, lives there with her best friend Nilesy. There is a man named Sips I met a bit east of here. We’ve only spoken once; He said something about selling dirt. Sounded like nonsense to me. He kind of struck me as the slightest bit greasy. I’ve seen a few others, around but I don’t really know them. I tend to stay within my lab. There are small villages and towns a few weeks away, but nothing really noteworthy until you get to Mistral City, far east from here.”
Xephos nodded. “Thank you. I need to see about traveling until I can gather the means to rejoin my people in space.”
Honeydew spoke up. “Traveling is well and fine, but you need to make some plans. You’re going to need a place to stay for the night.” He turned to Lalna. “A Creeper nearly killed him last night. He didn’t even know what it was! Unfortunately, my tribe does not allow outsiders, especially humans, into our cities.”
Lalna thought about this. Xephos needed a safe place to stay before nightfall, and he obviously didn’t know anything about surviving on this planet. He could invite Xephos to the lab. It seemed crazy to extend such an offer, yet he found himself doing so regardless.
“You can come with me to my lab, I could use the company.” It was rude to ignore the dwarf. “You can come too, Honeydew”
It was gratefully they both accepted.
End of Chapter 1
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RandomLalna left Mistral City to start a new life. He traveled west for months and months, and built a lab where none would bother him. He began to play around in the field of genetics, resulting in an experiment gone horrifically wrong. He was lucky to s...
