SF Trope: The rag-tag rebel army/fleet struggles valiantly to overthrow the Evil Empire (The TV series FIREFLY used this trope to great effect!)
Current Event: http://metro.co.uk/2013/06/25/star-wars-actor-warwick-davis-id-love-to-be-a-villain-with-a-lightsaber-in-episode-7-3854887/
Zehra Borg bit her lower lip, then remembered that it wasn’t exactly the most impressive look in the world. Captain Fenwick was up front, trying to cut a deal with the insectoid Krkrach swarm leader. They’d watched the entire classic movie, DISTRICT 9 in order to get them ready for this.
Still, the things were creepier than all get out – and she wasn’t helping to create a fearsome Human image by biting her lip.
Beside her, Warwick Yilmaz dug his elbow into her side, leaned over and whispered, “They really do look like crickets on steroids!”
“That’s ‘allies’ to you, boy!”
He subsided and grunted. They needed all the help they could get. The upper stratosphere of the Empire was controlled entirely by Humans. There wasn’t a single alien in any position higher than the Secretary of Inter-Species Affairs – and it’s job was mostly ceremonial. The real decisions were made by the Human Director of Inter-Species Affairs. The Secretary, while it certainly seemed to be an intelligent snail-like being, didn’t seem overly smart. She sighed. That was how she’d gotten involved in this whole rebellion.
From behind her, a thorny creature known to Humans as an Athing, nudged her, nearly knocking her off her feet. While most Athings were polite, philosophical if somewhat long-winded beings, this one was rude, obnoxious – and seemed to be out to get her goat.
Warwick saw what Geffner – that’s what this one’s name (or title, she wasn’t sure) was – did. He flushed red and balled his fists, muttering, “If the captain weren’t trying to negotiate help...”
Geffner rumbled
something back and while none of them had their translator circuits tuned at the
moment, its intent was clear. Warwick murmured back, “You and what part of the
squad?”
Suddenly the
Captain turned around and snapped, “Geffner, Borg, Yilmaz and Kachuh’Gna –
forward!”
Zehra’s eyes
widened and she glanced at Warwick as she snapped to attention and went
forward. Geffner farted – an Athing’s response to unexpected stress. She wasn’t
exactly sure what Kachuh’Gna did, but the amorphous alien was suddenly resting
near the Captain, it’s pangolin-like pet seated on top of its pulsating blob of
a body.
Zehra and Warwick
stepped lively, though Warwick had to step faster than she did because his legs
were markedly shorter – he was from Human stock that had once been called “midgets”.
Kachuh’Gna was already there and after a moment of immobility, Geffner had
lumbered up to join them.
The Captain
said, “You four are going to be doing a solider exchange. We need to better
understand the Krkrach. You four are the best we have at adapting to
alternative life forms. So you’re going to live with the Swarm for the next
two months. You’re going to share your
ideas with each other and you’re going to make the integration of our two
forces go smoothly and without a hitch. The Flota
de Rebelde is planning an major incursion into Imperial space and we need
every advantage we can get – including a thorough understanding of our new
allies’ military and communication abilities.” She nodded to them, then turned
and bowed to the Head Cricket On Steroids...
Names: ♀ Turkey, Malta ; ♂ England, Turkey
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