Let The Games Begin
Yon-Rogg slapped his hand to his forehead and slowly brushed his hand over the top of his head, “Huhhh” he laughed still not quite believing his own ears, soon he would be mated to a woman he had just met, knew nothing about and very nearly killed. But the thought sent a thrill through his body. A mate and children, he was told he would never be allowed either of them, if you were not blue then breeding was usually prohibited.
He had every intention of carrying out this order given to him, not that he ever disobeyed an order that the Supreme Intelligence gave him, but He desired the female and he desired a family. The idea of continuing his bloodline was intoxicating.
Yon-Rogg tapped his communicator “Minn-Erva, take Vers to the operating room, I’ll meet you there” he ordered and started making his way there. His body was firing on all cylinders; he tried to compose himself so that he didn’t look like a first year tutorling as he entered the room and jumped up onto the bed next to Vers , he lay there staring up at the ceiling with his hands clasped behind his head, crossing his legs at his ankles.
Minn-Erva looked at Yon-Rogg as if he had just grown another head. “Now Minn-Erva, administer the eraseth to Vers, I want no memory left in that head of hers. Once you have done this start a transfusion” Yon-Rogg ordered. He wanted the process started a.s.a.p. just in case the Intelligence decided to change it's mind.
“A what?” she asked unsure if she had actually heard what he had said.
“Administer the eraseth and then start a transfusion” He smiled menacingly at her, daring her to question him again. “NOW!” he glared at her. Minn-Erva looked at him in disbelief but set about doing as she was ordered. First she prepared the needle then injected Vers in the neck with the eraseth. Monitoring the Terran’s vitals she watched as the brainwaves drastically changed, then nothing. Just little blips on the monitor that proved that the woman was still alive.
“Are you sure about this?” she asked, the needle hovering over the vain she had found in her Commanders arm. “I have my orders and you have yours” he hissed, Minn-Erva sighed and pushed the needle into Yon-Roggs arm starting the transfusion process.
Yon-Rogg watched the blood seep from his body and enter Vers; his soon to be mate, as he watched he suddenly felt a warm feeling of pride move through his entire body. The bonding process was working already. Yon-Rogg sighed, closed his eyes and went to sleep. This was going to be a long process. A long, tiring and mind numbingly boring process.
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Yon-Rogg opened his eyes, he felt as weak as a Flerkin kitten, he hated it, he despised feeling so weak “Progress report” he managed to croak out. “The transfusion is working, it seems to be rewriting her DNA completely and the Supremor is correcting her memories” Minn-Erva replied “ You’re still going to have to keep transfusing her for a little while longer though” she continued, “So you’re going to be out of commission for a while “she explained, “try to rest “she told Yon-Rogg. He let the fact that she just gave him an order slide, he was exhausted and didn’t need to be told more than once, his eyelids felt like lead weights so he let them close. Soon he was unconscious once more.
when Yon-Rogg awoke he was confused. He was in school as a first year tutorling. “What in the name of…...”
”You are about to help me reprogram your mate commander “The intelligence informed him. “We will rewrite her life together. It is important that you are present in her programming also. No mistakes can be permitted, pay attention to detail, any slip ups and everything will unravel.”
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Vers felt as though she was floating. She had never felt so relaxed, well as long as she could remember anyway. She suddenly found herself in a class room full of blue and pink skinned children. She glanced down at her hands “Pink” She thought to herself and was soon brought out of her reverie.
”Never seen a pure Kree before?” A boy asked her. “Pure Kree?” the term was completely alien to her. “Yes, the blue skins. Apparently we’re the defective ones because we’re pink skins. I’ll show them one day though. One day I’m going to be a Star-Force Commander and these arrogant entitled Das’t are going to be taking orders from me “ he grinned “ My names Yon-Rogg, What’s yours?” he asked. “Vers” She replied, but the name felt wrong, so very wrong.
TBC