Pony by Day, Mercenary by Night

Chapter Two

Sev and Ghost had just left to scout the nearby area.  Fixer followed his orders and was escorting Rex to his quarters.

“So Fixer, what do you plan on doing when we get home?” Rex asked.

“O-oh, I don’t know, m-maybe I’ll just lock myself in my house again for a while, try to invent new things, and work on my machines."  Fixer replied shakily.

“Really Fix?  You’re just gonna lock yourself up again?”

“W-well, you know, I’ll still c-come out to chill and stuff…”

“Really Fix?  Look,  you’re a great guy, you should find someone, hell, with your looks, I’m sure the girls will be all over you when we get back, in fact, you’d probably have girls trying to crawl up your ass, if you grew a pair.  Y’know, if you want, I could give you some testosterone pills…”

“N-no, that’s really not necessary, anyways, here’s you lab, I’m gonna go see if I can salvage anything from the ship. W-with any luck, some of my stuff is still intact.”

“Yeah, okay.”

‘Holy fuck’ was all Rex could think, as he looked into his lab.  Most of the equipment was destroyed.  Nothing had survived the crash aside from a PCR, a few gas canisters, first–aid kits, some cases of painkillers and tourniquets, a case of vials and syringes he had in a special container to hold fragile materials, and finally the atmospheric scanner.  It would analyze the local atmosphere and provide readouts of its contents, generally used to determine whether or not a planet would require terraforming in order to be colonized.

“Perfect” Rex whispered. “Hey, Fixer come here and help me move some of my stuff.”  yelled Rex.

“In a minute.”  replied Fixer.

Fixer found his room, and was checking to see how his ‘project’ was faring.  He pressed a panel in his wall, and a secret passage opened up.  There, lining the halls of the wall were cages.  Each filled with a corn-based abomination.  One of them, looked like a massive freshly popped kernel and had a deformed face and what appeared to be corn kernel-esque tumors lining its ‘back’

“kill meee…” it rasped

“Later” Responded Fixer.

Other corn abominations in the other cages lining the walls were angrily growling and roaring, enraged that their slumber had been broken and that they had been returned to their painful existence from the only sanctuary they had.  They vehemently hissed and shrieked at Fixer, vexed at being pulled away from their only mistress, sleep.  Clawed hands struck at cage bars, coated in blood and thirsting for more.  The pointed appendages viciously snapped, trying in vain to reach Fixer, who was well out of their reach.

“Relax my pets” Fixer cooed.  “I’ll probably be back soon enough, until then, you are to remain here, not like you c-can’t anyways.”  chuckled Fixer.

This did nothing but further enrage the corn abominations, as their roars and shrieks only increased in volume.

Fixer saw a mutated corn ear, this one of massive size, easily bigger than him or any other member of zeta squad try to touch him with its tentacle-like sepals, hoping to drag him into its maw through the bars of its cage.   Its opened mouth was oozing with what appeared to be an acidic looking butter.  Fixer would have none of that, he promptly grabbed the offending appendage, and proceeded to slice it off with his sword.  He smirked from under his helmet.

“Now, now” Fixer chided.  “It isn’t lunchtime yet, we d-don’t want you to get a tummy ache now, now do we?”

The creature hissed and retreated to the back of its cage, cradling its now stub of a sepal, with its other tentacle like one.  Fixer picked up the severed appendage and threw it into another cage, where yet another corn abomination which was relentlessly barking resided.  It promptly silenced itself and began devouring the offering it had just received.

“Now then, where d-did I put my toolbox?”  Fixer asked himself. “OH! Th-there it is!”  Fixer excitedly exclaimed.  He found his toolbox in the back of his little hellhole of a workshop, and quickly retrieved it and started walking back out of his room.  However, before he left, one of his abominations uttered a guttural roar, loud enough to be heard all over the ship.

“Oh g-great.”  Fixer muttered.  “Now I might have to explain this to Rex."

He promptly made his way out of his rather large ‘workshop’, which killed a few minutes, and finally reached the entrance to it.  He sealed the entrance, thus, soundproofing the room, and erasing any evidence of the events that transpired mere moments ago, and made his way out of his room, where he saw Rex.

Scene transition- Rex, mere moments ago

A roar was heard from down the hall

“Shit, that sounds like its coming from Fixer’s room” Rex said to himself.  He decided to go investigate.  As made his way to Fixer’s room, he started hearing sounds, pained and carnal, full of hatred.

“What the hell is making those noises?”  Rex asked himself.

As he neared Fixer’s room, the sounds only got louder, by the time He reached Fixer’s door, the cacophony of noise was in full swing, and he could hear them in full force.  Hisses, shrieks, growls, barks, roars, and finally, probably the thing that came close to even slightly interesting him, pained screams.  As he rounded the doorway, he saw Fixer exiting the room, holding a toolbox in his hands.

“Hey uhh Fixer?  What the hell was making those noises?  They sounded like they were well, coming from your room.”

“W-what noises Rex?  I didn’t hear a-anything.”

“Are you shitting me?  It sounded like an elephant, a manatee, and a fucking tone-deaf walrus were gang raping a Chihuahua, and the Chihuahua got the upper hand and started raping them while biting off their dicks.  How could you not hear it?!”  Rex asked incredulously.  “On top of all that, it was coming from your room!”

“Rex, m-maybe you hit your head during the crash?  B-because I d-definitely didn’t hear anything.”  Fixer replied in as concerned a voice as possible

Rex decided to look over Fixer’s shoulder to see if anything was amiss in his room but he found it to be messy and disorganized, well, slightly more messy than usual, as can only be expected after a crash landing.  Rex shook his head, clearly confused, he was certain he had heard noises coming from this very room, demonic and tortured, but here was Fixer, the meek, team engineer, telling him that he was hearing things.  Maybe Fixer was right, maybe he was just hearing things, after all, nothing seemed amiss in this room.

“Y’know what Fixer?  Maybe you’re right, I did hit my head against the bulkhead when we crashed, maybe I was just hearing things.”  Rex said

“Oh, my, are you alright Rex?”  Fixer asked, genuine concern filling his voice, now that he thought that his friend was hurt.

“I’ll be fine Fixer, anyway, help my carry some of my equipment out of my lab now.”

“S-sure” Fixer replied, relieved that his friend was not hurt.

Fixer then helped Rex carry all of their equipment outside their ship and set it down.  As they were setting up the atmospheric scanner, Ghost and Sev came into view.

“HEY GUYS!”  Yelled Sev “YOU WOULD NOT BELIEVE WHAT WE SAW BACK THERE!”

End Chapter

A/N:  Well guys? What did you think?  Be sure to leave comments in the comments section below, oh, and feedback too, I needs dat feedback.  Oh, and by the way, sorry for the rather shorter chapters recently, they’ll be bigger starting next chapter, probably.