Spore 2011-05-20 11-03-19

Volt, Narian, and Olivia. From left to right.

Here's Narian;


Here's to the Grocknia II (his spaceship previously)

Here's Volt;


here's Volt space fighter 'Megawatt' Terrawatt III:

Terrawatt III

Here's the story of how Narian and Volt met.

“Are you crazy, are you insane!” Volt screamed at the ecologist, Narian.

“I – I thought it would solve some of our problems…” Narian replied, apologetically. “I was trying to help.”

“Just shut up, And how did that help? Also there is no ‘our’ it’s all you, all your problems!” Volt growled again, but somewhat quieter.

What hasn’t been stated here is why I am being cussed at by my best friend. I’ll tell you. It all started a few days ago on Barcon, in the Fliaria system. A raid was going on and I happen to be in the area at Barcon’s largest spaceport gathering ecological supplies for my studies. So I dropped what I was doing and headed to the area of the raid. When I got there I immediately noticed something unusual; these were Grox ships!

I destroyed as many as I could, but I hadn’t noticed the severe damage to the left impeller. It was losing most of its lift and was all but falling off. That’s when it hit me. As in literally hit me; A ship had fired something at me and it hit the lower cockpit (which by the way was where I had my expensive lab equipment.) That was it, the electricity shut down and, before I knew it, I was hurtling at mind blowing speed toward Barcon. Want to guess what happened next? The large, now useless, piece of metal fell and just happened to hit the one thing I least expected to hit; the Megawatt.

The Megawatt happened to be the space fighter owned by a young pilot who goes by the name of Volt. Obviously that isn’t his real name but hey, what can you expect when his real name is Abcid Janeari, I later learned. Anyway, I happen to hit his ship while, amazingly he was at full speed. My ship is more than one hundred tons, while his small ship was only about five. Thus, I slowed his down quite a bit and he landed only about two miles from me.

So there I was, laying, covered mildly by blood, on the rainforest’s substrate. And there, beside me was a young fellow, glaring at me as if he wanted to knock me out again with something heavier than the impact of my fall. All he said was “You blithering idiot, look what you’re done!” And at the moment, I couldn’t have looked if I tried. Mostly because I was in pain and I just wanted to lay there until my demise, and secondly because I could see it already. I had been carried to the wreck of his prized ship. And I can see it was crushed. As in not crushed, like mildly, more like crushed almost flat, the only shape left in it was the roll cage. And of course I was thinking “Oh, lord help me.”

Which at that point he didn’t. Volt had at that moment kicked he in the side of the head, stepped on my tail, and spit in my face. Then most surprisingly, he said “Get up.”

So I did, not because he told me too but because I fear being kicked again. Or worse being spit on.

Spore 2011-05-20 14-53-39

Volt yelling at narian.

“Okay now what smart guy?” I had the nerve to say. We both simply stood there, him, glaring at me still, and me, thinking of how much it’s going to hurt. Though, then REALLY surprised me. He told me, still in a I-want-to-kill-you voice, “I think you should go gather firewood.”

After blinking a few times, getting used to the scratches on my eyes, I said yes. (although to this day I don’t know why.) Then I think I surprised him. “Why do we need firewood?”

At that moment I hadn’t been mentally there yet.

“Just how stupid can I expect you to be?” he said, now holding his head and looking at the ground. “Because, I really don’t need to deal with you while we’re trapped in a rainforest. It’s not a playground, moron, and its certain death.”

As I was assuming that he was going to kick me again, I left him. I left and he never knew my name.

I wasn’t doing what I was told to do, Instead of gathering firewood I was examining a strange arthropod. It was a mangler, a dwarf mangler to be exact. He was walking around in the lush tall grass close to a rotting log. So I walk after him. This was a very bad idea. He soon walked over some leaves, and then I noticed what I’ve just done. The leaves were the entrance to a gir burrow. As soon as the mangler stepped foot of the burrow, the very annoyed gir whipped its thin head out of the deep hole, looked around, and then saw me.

“N-nice, gir, I’m n-not going h-hurt you” I said in a scared, but calm voice. “I-I’m just g-going to RUN FOR MY LIFE!” unfortunately, it didn’t understand English. It then moved in its slow, terrifying way out of its burrow and after me. Normally I could have outrun a slow creature like that, but like you know (or at least should) I fell out of a spaceship, hit the ground, then was kicked in the head and spit on. It caught up to me, knocked me to the ground with its head and sunk its teeth into my right arm. “Arrrrrgg!” I of course yelled. “Help me! Anyone! Volt!”

Nothing. I felt the monster’s grip tighten on my arm. Now I had a nice little fountain going. I could feel my own bones crumbling under so much force. I honestly thought I was coming to die, then be eaten by one of the most pathetic looking creatures in existence. It looks like a fruit.

Then I closed my eyes, and prayed. This time, however, the good Lord did help me.

“Looks like you need some help!” I heard. Then my arm spontaneously got quite warm.

I opened one eye, afraid to see what just happened. Well. This is it. I looked over, and saw a fried gir still clamped on my arm. Then I opened both eyes, to take in what just happened. There was Volt looking as good as he ever did to me.

“uh, thanks. Volt” I managed to say. The surprise erased my pain. “How’d you kill him?” He looked at me like I was an idiot (which I was, at the time.) then showed me a handheld plasma cannon. All without saying a word. He torn off his shirt and tied it to my arm, along with a makeshift splint. Then he said something. “I’m sorry.”

He said, now looking straight into my eyes with his which were as green emerald. “I’m sorry for all of what I’ve done and said to you. I don’t even know your name.”

“I am Narian. I know your real name isn’t Volt. So what is your real name?”

“Abcid” He said, bashfully, “Abcid Janeri”

“We better get help! You’re going to bleed to death!” He said a grave tone. “I got a radio working, come on.”

I really was grateful that Volt (Abcid) saved me, I would have died. He saved my life. He didn’t have to, but he did. I know I’m a grown fox and all, but I couldn’t keep the tears from growing in my eyes. Apparently he saw me cry a little.

“Don’t be such a baby.” Volt said out loud. Gee, thanks.

“I’ve got scratched on my eye.” I lied.

After we were walking (he insisted he carried me around enough for today) we came across something wonderful. “Tracks!” Volt yelled with glee. Then I saw them too, tracks, like, from a vehicle. A big vehicle. “They look like they’re from a vulpen-c-2b, with steel fitted treads.”

I couldn’t resist. “What color was it?”

“Orange” He replied.

“How the heck would yo- ” He pointed into the forest, and there, pointing a spotlight around was a Massive vehicle. “oh.”

He was right, it was orange. It was a search and rescue vehicle, with steel tracks.

It was running, then the spotlight turned to us. It stopped, turned on a dime, crushing some small saplings.

“You folks need some help?” A feminine voice spoke over a loudspeaker.

The tank-like vehicle moved slowly in our direction. It stopped about ten feet from us. Then the cockpit opened and a vixen about Volt’s age stepped out and onto the vehicle’s treads. “Come on, get in I don’t usually bite.”

Spore 2011-05-21 11-44-43

Olivia and the tank

We did as we were told. I followed the directions closest because I now lost a lot of blood by not following them.

Over the ride to the nearest city (which took three or four hours) we learned that the vixen’s name was Olivia, and she had been called out on a rescue of ‘two careless pilots’. Careless, my foot.


Predictably enough, Volt, the little Romeo he is, tried to ask Olivia out. Now he was the one who got spit on. I myself, made a full recovery from my incident. I have marks left to tell the tale. I also got a pet, which live with me at my apartment on Tayya. He’s a Green variegated gir.

Narian after the mech

My friends, my enemies, I have something to say. Something no one will listen to, something – something fragile. I am no longer the Narian you know. though, You are invalid, I will tell you how this happened to me. Despite everything I knew, I desided the best thing to do with our empire’s enemies is to make them our friends, or a powerful ally – how I was wrong, so very wrong…

We may all make bad choices, I made the ultimate one. Because of my one small bad choice, I am no longer even myself, physically or mentally. I am now a machine – A cold, metal machine. Though, that is behind me. I now realize the only way for my dreamt galactic peace is for only one race to survive. That race would have to have unspeakable power, with nothing in its path which wants to live – and now I realize, that race should be me. Only I, for then what happened to me will never happen again. For me to endure so much pain, I must be one of unspeakable power.

First on the list is my old pal, emperor Laysat. I will make him go though the same pain he did to me. No, I will make him suffer for thousands of years, hundreds of thousands! I will make him until I die! He ruined me – he ruined my life, he ruined my mind! He’s destroyed so many things I love, he will have to suffer for his horrid, reeking torture!

I’ve changed my mind, Get out of my sight, you disgusting vermin! I will not tell such things to such a primitive worm.

Did I do a good job of making him sound evil?