Grease Monkey Ch.7
#4 of Grease-monkey
I'm so sorry... i forgot to upload the chapter into this account... Here it is, after someone wisely pointed out that I skipped from six to eight. Grease Monkey Tech X Rev fan fiction Author: Pyry Cole Most people probably didn't agree with the need for tech to build that ship, though, I decided to make it, since in season 1 they seemed rather surprised that Zodavia's ship had warp speed technology, and Tech, at the time knew nothing about wormhole devices. Though, in other episodes, it seems Acmetropolis is visited by aliens on a regular basis, so I guess they must not share their travel technology.
Chapter Seven: Touchdown Rev sat on the bed munching peanut butter cookies while he waited for Tech, who was still washing the roadrunner's blood out of his fur. He'd given up on cleaning the clothes as they were far too deeply stained. In the end, Rev was glad that Tech stopped them from going through with it. The dizziness and tiredness from all the lost blood was catching up with him. He must have lost well over a cup, maybe even two, so physical activity, especially that kind of activity wouldn't have left him feeling well at all. Rev lay down on his side, putting his head on a pillow. Then he felt something soft and warm behind him. A familiar brown furred hand grabbed his bandaged palm and gave it a gentle squeeze, while another stroked through the long feathered top of his head. "I'm sorry about earlier." A soft whisper said "It's... okay... you... were... right", he replied, holding the hand between his own, while the other went around his chest, pulling him into a tight embrace. The Sky Runner's computer issued a message to all rooms, "Attention, deep space planetary orbit will occur in twelve hours and thirty seven minutes." "Well then, it won't be long until we can land. I'd suggest a good night's sleep." Tech said, Rev only yawned and held tighter on his hand in response. The craft cruised along the silent void towards the smaller star of the system, its cabins filled with six contented dreamers. By the next "morning" their ship had lost much momentum, slowing to a subluminal velocity. Eventually she reached her intended orbit around Pholdar at about a million miles out, and a comparatively paltry speed of sixty thousand miles per hour. An alarm sounded across the orbiting outpost, just outside the Pholdar shipyards. The noise had awakened Brigadier General Sollux who had wasted no time in rushing towards the bridge. "What is the meaning of this?!" the black feathered lizard-man hissed, walking through the doorway of the command center. "An unidentified object has breached our sensor grid. We believe it to be a ship, though we need more time to complete our sensor readings. It was first detected beyond the sixth planet, at which time it was traveling at an extreme velocity, our sensors recorded its position changing by 180 arc-minutes within moments, at a distance of one million kilometers, which placed its original velocity somewhere around two and a half million kilometers per second. However, no spatial warps were detected." The science officer explained. "What does this mean? In simple terms please." Pollux responded "Well, it means that with that kind of change in velocity, it is likely a ship, and furthermore, it was using pure speed, since it didn't emerge from a wormhole during that change in position. This type of travel does not resemble warp-theories of any other races, and would require an extreme energy output. It seems like we have "new" aliens. I wouldn't suggest confrontation, given we do not know their capabilities." The officer finished. "I see. We should probably open a hailing channel then. See if you can get language data from their computers and upload it to the mediator program." He answered logically. The Loonatics were just starting to stir from their beds when their ship's computer sounded the alarms. "Warning, unauthorized interface detected." This blaring warning got attention rather quickly. Tech ran as fast as he could to the upper deck and into the Ops room. He quickly started to run a scan on the computers while the rest of the team, sans Rev, who was still asleep, headed toward the bridge. "Guys, prime the engines, we should be ready for a possible engagement, but be careful about it, we don't want to start something if we can avoid it" Tech said over the intercom, while entering keystrokes to navigate his way through the systems to find out what was going on. "Hmm, it looks like they're mostly taking trash files, and the Acmetropolis Primers." "And what's that mean to us?" Ace inquired. "Probably nothing, seems like they're just looking for language information. So we can probably expect a hailing signal soon." Just as the coyote had said moments ago, a hailing channel was opened with their ship immediately after the information flow was cut off. Through the speakers emanated a very deep and somewhat creepy voice. By its sound one could tell it was artificial. "This unit's designation is Gu'syl, Contact Protocol Intelligence for shipyard station 242.This unit will provide translation for interaction between your vessel and the imperial shipyards." "Please state designation, origin, and purpose." "Well", Tech sighed, "at least they don't seem hostile." Tech started to respond to the requests of their mediator. "Our ship's designation is Sky Runner. We are currently uploading specifications for our origin system. Our purpose is to deal with a situation. There is someone on this planet that has supposedly sparked some friction between our worlds." "Upload has been confirmed, designation accepted. However, the Benefactors of this unit have an inquiry regarding your purpose." The A.I. responded "And that is?" "Their scans have revealed numerous weapons aboard your vessel, and wish to know the necessity behind their presence." "We were to take them in the event of hostilities, or unexpected circumstances. Our team, and our own benefactor certainly hope it does not come to that." He answered "Reply confirmed and accepted. However, the benefactors of this unit deem it necessary that you leave your vessel in their care. Directions to, and docking procedures of the shipyard have been uploaded to your autopilot system. To compensate for lack of Pholdarian imperial credits to pay the docking fee, the benefactors wish to study the technology of your unit, and for the study of additional technology in your storage cache, you have been authorized to select from a list of technologies and studies to learn for yourselves. Is this agreement acceptable? Yes, or no?" Naturally, Tech could not resist the chance to look up new gadgets, and devices that were of a civilization entirely different from their own, but he had to restrain himself. "I wish first to know the amount of information I will be able to receive in that exchange." There was a long silence in the Loonatics' vessel as the Pholdarian researchers came to an agreement with the mediator. Finally the voice of the A.I. returned "The agreement will be for the information value of 23,500,000 Imperial Credits, approximate value would be near 1,500,000,000 of your Quazarlinian." Tech was left speechless for a moment, he was never able to secure that kind of funding on Acmetropolis, and due to that, there were plenty of research projects of his that had dead-ended. He recovered himself as quickly as he could and finally returned his answer, "Yes, that's perfect!" "Negotiations complete, please engage autopilot. A surface shuttle will be waiting at the shipyard, as will an escort unit." "Alright chief you heard him... err... it." "Roga, switchin' ta auto pilot", Ace said, flipping switches on the control panel. The ship's engines fired a burn sending her drifting towards the docking facilities of the Pholdarian shipyards. At her current speed it would take about two hours to dock. Meanwhile, the Loonatics used that time to shower up and get in their space suits. Tech walked down to his cabin to wake Rev. He pushed the bird a bit, shaking him a little to wake him up. Rev started to wake up, groggy, in a manner that was abnormal to his character. For him not to be a morning person, the night before must have been quite a drain on him, of course, who can blame someone for being tired after losing such a high percentage of their blood. Of course, it technically was Rev's own fault, having been so argumentative about, and fearful of treatment. "*yawn* I don't feel so great, it's not too bad, but I feel really beat." He said groggily. "I thought as much. You're always a morning person, even when you just wake up you don't talk this slow." "So, what *yawn* does that mean?" "Nothing much, just means you won't be able to go on the mission, so, you'll have to stay behind on me, and we'll be going on a bit of a shopping spree." Suddenly Rev perked up, "No-way-you-mean-that-we-get-to-spend-the-whole-day-together?-and-what's-this- about-shopping-are-we-hitting-souvinier-shops-or-something?" "Oh. Not exactly. While the others go down to the planet we're going to be with the ship in the Pholdarian space station. The shopping spree is a bit of a technology exchange, you're going to help me pick out 1.5 billion Quazarlinian worth of research material." Tech responded. "Oh-goodie-goodie-goodie-I-can't-wait!" the roadrunner said, running in place. He would be clapping if not for his injured hand. "well then, you might want to get into yo..." before Tech could finish another word, Rev zipped away and came back in his space-combat suit. At first Tech didn't notice that he was suddenly wearing his too. "re space suit..." he looked at Rev, then at himself. "Okay, I guess ya got that covered, mine too. Of course, I can't say it was a good idea to use your powers just yet. You could have hurt yourself" "Ugh, I think you're right... my head hurts now." He said, his speech slowed again by pain and tiredness. The ship finally pulled into the station, being held in place by magnetic docking clamps. The airlock popped open and the team stepped out into an unfamiliar place, filled with aliens of various kinds. At the bottom of the airlock steps stood a short lizard-man with coal black scales and dark purple feathers running down his head to the tip of his tail, and near him, another one the color of white marble with green feathers.