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2516 A.D. (1 year before Firefly)
The screams echoed faintly down the ducts. Only the most sensitive hearing would have caught them, deep in the bowels of the Academy. As soon as he thought about the screams an outside thought pattern latched onto his own.
*Help the girl. Kill the monsters.*
After decades in this facility the blue creature had been poked, prodded, and vivisected to just this side of the Void, yet he survived. Genetically engineered as the ultimate terror weapon, he had leashed himself to a dream, a girl, a family. For five centuries he had suppressed his darkness because a lonely little girl had asked him to. Now another little girl was speaking to his mind, asking him to kill.
“Hands of blue, my doggie comes for you.”
A thin woman with unearthly blue eyes and ancient spectacles stared at the patient strapped to a chair. “Don’t be silly; no one is coming for you. Your family thinks you’re getting a first-rate education and nobody else in this ‘Verse cares.”
A ventilation grill was blown across the room. “Ai-chee-baba!”
The restrained girl smiled. “Good doggie. Sic hands of blue.”
“AIEEE!” The scientist screamed as inhumanly strong jaws clamped on her hand. Her skin turned a bluish tint for a moment before she flung her attacker across the room.
The six-armed alien crashed around the med-lab trying to get to his prey. The scientist in question rushed through the exit and slammed the emergency button on her way out. Safe behind the inch-thick transparent aluminum of the door’s viewport, she ranted at the patient. “I’ll get you, and your little dog, too!”
“Meega, nala kweesta!”
“You DARE speak me that way? We’ll just see about that!” The scientist punched a comm button with her uninjured hand. “Emergency in Lab 314. Send a containment team for non-lethal acquisition of a human subject. And termination of a H.E.T.”
Nearby, the Academy’s containment team grabbed last-minute gear. “Plasma cannon, sir?”
“Wo de ma!” The team leader smacked the weapon away. “Live subject. And don’t even bother with gas; that blue freak’s immune to it.”
Two team members moved to cover either side of the door into the lab. One man keyed the emergency override, and pointed his gun down as the next six members of the containment team filed past him into the room. Then the door shut unexpectedly. Gunfire and screams erupted from within, but lasted mere seconds.
As the smoke slowly cleared, the wreckage of the room was evident through the viewport in the door. Bodies littered the floor. A million credits worth of equipment lay in ruins. Somehow—miraculously—the subject was unharmed.
Her would-be rescuer was not so lucky. The blue-furred creature slowly crawled over toward the girl, leaking green blood from a dozen major holes and cuts. Finally the creature sprawled at her feet.
The patient could just barely move her foot enough to stroke the little alien. Its breathing grew more labored with every second. “Good doggie. Good doggie. Rest now.”
wo de ma: Mother of God
Galactic Standard translation