Volume 2 of "THE NEST"
Vegeta, a wild, inhospitable planet, a terrifying jungle with terrible predators and volcanoes. A ship crashes and survivors try to organize themselves while waiting for help.
Me? Well, I have very big teeth and I bite other p...
I was with the Robinson family in the Midway and we kept going.
We had a Noah's Ark Destroyer. Only the dragoraptors were stuck with me. The rest in the garden.
The atronachs and the mana reactor provided the thrust and I was exhausted as a devourer. The energy expended was colossal and I felt the repercussion. I needed matter to feed my little black hole, and apart from the ship and the unfortunate survivors, there was nothing else.
I also began to regret my words to Heater/Wistala. How could I say that?
Anger, fury and rage blinded me .
But you can't hide it...
They took our world from me!
They have lost many of their own as well.
The Robinsons gave us a map of the remotest and most uninteresting areas of the federation in case we couldn't reach land, but I wanted to catch up with the Yorktown with our children and the dinos captured by the hunters. Most of them had perished with the planet but some had had the nerve to come here, the only salvation.
The federation was being built on the basis of trade routes between nearby systems with economically interesting mining and energy resources.
Some systems favoured nature and rural life while others were more modern and industrial. Some systems were mining and others agricultural. They were all far away and out of reach, at least with our food reserves melting away by the hour.
Animals were forced into hibernation mode and their bodies were slowed down as best they could.
I didn't know that in such a short time, humans had colonized planetoids, built colonies in space... It was impressive.
We were looking for something like Vegeta, remote, beyond the borders to establish our Alien or wild world but it was impossible without cryogenics. We were making plans to occupy ourselves, but land was our only viable stopover.
The ark had been hastily created by Alice, the golems I entrusted to her and a large part of my mana.
We talked with the humans and the Raptors were beginning to participate but realized their weakness as animals compared to humans. They were offended by this and were working hard to make up for it.
The Raptors' message was simple: We are hunters and we are a tribe with clans but the humans are too advanced on us.
If we have a world of our own, they will come back to hunt us and exploit us.
Our animal lifestyle is over. Humans will return in greater numbers too.
It was unanimously decided that at the next supply ship that would pass by, marines and humans who wanted to risk returning could do so, but it would be a final farewell. We would change course at the next meeting. But we could always dream... Mouths less to feed.
But my objective was to find Yawatah, her sister and my eggs whose disappearance was killing me as well as Dantinne.
The USCSS Midway was becoming a real walking brothel. People were hanging out in the halls, playing cards. Children were playing hide and seek with me and young conscious dinos. Some of them didn't even hide to "do things" anymore, the raptors would play at being the bosses and free riding the humans' rations, often ending with a tail bump, broken teeth, and they liked to see their faces swollen when they typed... to return the favor...
John was helpless in the face of this violence and the shitty atmosphere.
They ended up seriously hurting people and I had to intervene again: Dantinne! tell them to stop their childish ways!
Dantinne: They don't listen to me anymore and they told me they listen to you if they jump you!
The wait was hellish...the road was long as anything and the carnivores were watching the herbivores and humans to take a small piece, just a small one... A thigh or an arm, Nicolas... Will manage to make it grow back ....
No sex, no leader and then go to make you XXX by your red dragon and leave us the peace that they said. Their new leader is Lala. She's the boss.
Dantinne, I think that she needs a good blow of "handle" or I think!
Yes, says Dantinne, to my astonishment.
Aren't you jealous? I asked.
Dantinne: No, it's normal for a male to have several females. Then we settle it between us to know who and when we get our hug. In the event of death, the next female takes care of the previous clutch or of the
But the game degenerated. Their hobby now is to make me run after them in the ship and guess who will be the next one I'll beat up. The females were just waiting for me to beat them and then punish them like naughty girls.
Humans were amazed at our hobbies of beating each other and doing things non-stop.
Chaos reigned and John came to find me:
Listen Nicolas, I can't stand this indiscipline on board. On the one hand, I have nerds who spend their time making models that are lying around all over the place.
A raptor that makes green and blood graffiti all over the vessel. Another one that courts the human and tiresome. Children who run around and make huts with the stuff. A souk in the main corridor where they sell and exchange anything. Raptors who melt their nests with towels like skins and nomad tents and You: the icing on the cake: you have made a cave with containers, sheets and you make the water flow like a stream.
And you and Dantinne's rutting cries can be heard all over the ship and with your mass it feels like you're walking on you when you choose.
It can't last much longer Nicolas. It really can't. We're heading for an accident.
In addition, the raptors sleep in the oxygen greenhouses and the technicians can no longer work in maintenance.
Work a little instead of playing hard to get.
Me: Sorry, we're kids!
John : You have to grow up and put away your toys.
AND ALSO STOP MARKING YOUR TERRITORY!
IT STINKS AND WE KNOW YOU'RE HOME!
AND FOR YOUR "NEST" get all your brol out of the ship and why don't you set up the GARDEN? It would keep you busy, plus you'd at least learn a lot of useful tips. I don't know, raise rabbits and let them go and hunt them!
THANK YOU John, YES, A GOOD IDEA!
The Yorktown was way ahead of us. A shuttle carrier converted into a cargo and exploration vessel...
The captain was worried...
No messages from the chain of command. And the sky looked... distorted...
Messages were arriving but no answers...
The Yorktown radio operator was analyzing the radio messages.
"Captain, it's terrible, the messages are like echoes, amplified millions of times, and full of stellar noises, as if they came from everywhere and from nowhere at the same time, a background noise."
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