Survivor

"I just think it’s unfair to send me on these bogus 'missions' just because I'm a 'rookie'." It was a day like every other. Miller sat inside of his beat up Taurus dressed as if he were going to some important business meeting. The young man's features were wrinkled obviously miffed about the events that had taken place earlier in the day. His only form of venting as always was his partner who was conveniently given the day off. Miller sighed heavily again as he readjusted the Bluetooth piece in his ear. His hand settled on his steering wheel again. His brown eyes glared impatiently at the bumper of the car in front of him.

His mood wouldn't have been half as bad if it wasn't for the fact that he had to spend what should have been a fifteen minute drive to some abandoned naval base inside of traffic. "I could have been there and back by now." He mumbled. "Oh stop your belly aching. You'll be up there with the big boys in no time and believe me you'll hate it just as much as you hate doing errands."

Miller rolled his eyes as the other man's words. "Yeah yeah yeah. Look, I'll talk you later." "Alright. Take care Mills." "You too." With that said, the call was ended. Miller rolled his shoulders and pressed back into his seat. Another ten minutes passed before the traffic began to move again. He grumbled as he took the next exit off of the freeway in order to avoid anymore possibilities of traffic. The method worked, to his great relief.

Miller bought his car to a rolling stop in front of the building. Climbing out, he straightened his suit absently while making his way toward the fenced in area. The place was clearly deserted...why would they send him here? He hummed lightly as he scanned the length of the wire fence. Finding a section of it down, he entered the property there. His steps were muffled as he took long strides to the nearest hangar. As he stepped inside, he reached for the pen light in his pocket and flipped it on. He scanned the area slowly. Nothing out of the usu-... Before he could complete the thought, his eyes settled on a large crater like hole in the floor. "Hmm..." Miller approached the hole slowly. The tip of his shoe caught a rock as he walked sending it tumbling to a lower level. Not too deep.

With that in mind, Miller slowly made his way down into what looked like a basement. "Maybe this wasn’t so bad after all..." He mumbled to himself. There was something here...something that would send his career soaring. He could sense it.

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Deep within the shadows, the large sacks trembled; the young inside anticipated their birth. It was as if the intruder’s presence had caused their reaction—perhaps the hatchlings were already susceptible to their ‘fight or flight’ instincts. Nevertheless, here they were; two completely different worlds about to collide.

Miller's grip on the flashlight changed as he made his way through the basement level. His steps echoed sharply through the seemingly empty space. There was nothing out of the normal down here...save for debris and that could have been placed there when the floor gave way. "There's something....I know it." He insisted as the first hints of doubt began to nag at him. He pressed further. Then...his steps paused as the fluorescent light settled on some sort of techno-organic roots clinging to the walls. "What is this?" He whispered unconsciously trailing the roots back to what appeared to be their source. Once again, he was stopped in his tracks. This time his flashlight dropped and, without his knowing, it eventually rolled across the floor and nudged up against the thick roots. "Ho...ly...." The words were lost as his gaze swept over....eggs....moving eggs. ".....aliens. I found....aliens?!" He whispered to himself. This had to be a dream.

The eggs then began to shift and stretch as if something were attempting to break free of the copious fluid. An indignant sound of surprise escaped him as he watched the membrane stretch suddenly. It was just his luck that he'd find such a thing right when it was about to hatch. Now they were going to lay eggs in his chest....like in that movie! The membrane soon began to tear and a rush of energon spewed forth from the lesion, causing Miller to pale and step back; and then a dark, clawed hand gradually slipped between the folds and grasped at the air before retracting back into the warm casing. He could only imagine what kind of horrible creature rested inside of them.

From within her shadowy confines; her large, blue eyes stared out at the human intruder with slight interest, and she began to emit a series of precise clicks, calling for her creator—an immediate action for any infant.

And just as he began to turn and run like the brave government agent he was, he heard the noise from the creature inside. He paused and took a closer look at the thing. Such pretty eyes. "Hey there....umm...wow, you're kinda...cute in a....robot alien type....way..." He babbled not moving any further or any closer to the thing. Instead, his hand fumbled around in his pocket for his cell phone. He needed to report this.

The hatchling simply cocked her head as he spoke, unsure of what he was saying.
The sudden actions he preformed, however, drew her out into the open. She was curious, as any young creature. Again, more clicks and purrs emitted from her vocalizer as she approached him. Behind her, a long, whip-like apparatus extended from her spine; and her tiny wings twitched with each cautious step. Miller had taken his eyes off of the creature for only a moment as he fumbled with the buttons of his cell. He was so close to having the life and career he wanted.

He could see it, his face on the television for finding alien life. A smile formed on his lips as he finally found control of his fingers to press the right numbers. He'd gotten the seven digits punched in when he heard movements from the creature. Glancing up, he let out a terrified 'oh' as he watched the thing approach. "N-no no no, stay where you are." He stammered. For only a moment he was rooted in place. Her olfactory sensors sniffed the air around him; she even became as bold as to reach out with her slender talons to graze the toe of his shoe, and he jumped back only to find himself on his ass. "Get back!" He yelled as he back paddled.

The little seeker steadied herself and flexed her wings with disappointment.
It was then, the remaining egg sacks began to tear—just as the first—and out came two others; two male seekerlets. They were already growling at one another, fighting for leadership over their fledgling trine. Miller barely noticed the two extra hatchlings. His wide eyes watched the alien in front of him. The wonderful life he had pictured was suddenly turning into a visage of what kind of horrible death he'd suffer.

And as if she were reading his mind and ready to show him, the femme pounced, letting the sharp end of her tail slice the sleeve of his suit and graze the skin. "AHHH!!" The panicked human screamed. "Get off!" He shouted punching at the thing's face...or whatever it was. His legs kicked as he tried to gather enough leverage to roll and possibly get to his feet.

She growled at her prey, parting her labial plates to reveal a row of razor sharp teeth. Miller eyed the them warily. This was it. This was the end. His eyes squeezed shut awaiting the killing blow only to feel the presence of the alien leave him. The femme had hopped from his body to a nearby desk, waving her tail about with irritation.

At the opposing end of the basement, the other two seekerlets began to crawl their way up the wall and out of the nest. Having noticed this, the femme leapt over Miller’s head and followed after them. They were heading for the fuel tanks; following the scent trail their creator left them before his departure. But, little did they know, another was watching them with keen interest from within the opposing hangar…