Birth, The only memory he wants to leave behind, but the only one he will never forget. Most smeets only get their PAKs, get the information download, their uniforms, then train for most of their lives.

Rail could never forget what happened those sixteen (almost seventeen) years ago.

This is what happened:

He was ready. You could tell by the three purple slits on the side of his tube turned into a green smile. He was quickly taken out and the tube was broken. He was given a standard PAK and a sudden shock made him stand up right. He paid no attention to the wall of tubes that contained hundreds of other smeets as he looked around the room.

“WELCOME TO LIFE, IRKEN CHILD” boomed a voice that seemed to come out of nowhere.

Two cords fell from the ceiling, connected themselves into his PAK and started glowing with energy.
“PERSONALITY DOWNLOAD COMPLETE. YOU HAVE BEEN GIVEN A NAME, IDENTIFY YOURSELF”

He looked around again, trying to find the source of the voice. He eventually gave up and replied.

“Fell.” He said in a tone close to a whisper.

Almost immediately after the word left his lips, he was roughly picked up by a mechanical arm and dropped down a chute. As he fell, he decided that “Fell” wasn’t really him. He hacked into his PAK and changed his name, from now on he would be known as “Rail.” He didn’t know where he got the name, but he liked it, it was better than Fell.

He landed in a room filled with other smeets with visors covering their eyes.

The voice sounded once more as a set of visors dropped down and attached themselves onto his face, “PREPARE TO BE GIVEN THE WHOLE OF IRKEN KNOWLEGE”

An unexpected power surge caused his visors to show him the COMPLETE truth, what really happens to the planets the Invaders captured, how to determine the defective Irkens, what really happens to them, that the Empire purposely makes them just to keep the rest in line. It was horrible. He could tell he was one of the defectives.

Felling like a tool when the download was complete, he took the uniform that was given to him and walked out with his head hanging.

As he went through the hallway, alone, he heard a loud boom from one of the walls being destroyed. He heard screaming as he turned around and saw soldiers that were clearly not Irken running through the newly made door. He started running but they were too fast for him. He felt someone jab something into his PAK and he felt like he was losing something. His spider-legs shot out, but stopped only inches away from the hacker’s face, he had passed out.

He slumped onto the floor and could only lay there, unconscious. He heard another bang, then the long groan of a metal pillar slowly bending out of position and landing on his leg.

He screamed in agony. Hoping someone would help him, he called out, “Help!...somebody, please!”

He gave up as he saw everyone passing him in terror. He just wanted to die. He closed his eyes and passed out again, grateful he could die in a painless, slow way, despite the heavy metal pillar.   

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“Hey!! Oh god, c’mon kid. Please still be alive.” She told him as she checked his pulse. She saw a few guards and called out for them, “HEY YOU THREE, GET OVER HERE! HELP ME OUT!”

The three guards lifted the pillar off the dying smeet as she pulled him out and laid his head on her lap.

He woke up, slightly mad at not been given a painless death. That feeling passed as soon as he saw her face, the light purple eyes, her slightly pale skin, and antennae like he’d never seen before.

If he wasn’t looking at her, thinking how cute she was, he might’ve been able to do something about the thick metal wire that was, at that moment, flailing towards them. It hit her so hard she passed out before she even hit the floor.

He tried to get up and painfully realized that his leg was broken as he fell to the floor. He got an idea, but then looked at the unconscious smeet that lay next to him. “...I can’t just LEAVE her here, she just saved m life!”

He heard gunshots being fired at them. He looked in horror at the hacker from before with a large gun in his hand, and an insane look on his face. He took out his spider-legs and was about to start running, but three of them were quickly shot off. He looked for something to use as a shield, that’s when he saw it, a rather large pistol, most likely dropped by one of the guards. He picked it up and, with abnormal accuracy, shot the gun out of the hacker’s hands, then shot at his legs.

“That’s what you get!” he yelled out, trying to get some fun out of it.

He looked at the smeet again and had to think of a plan to get the both of them out. He got an idea, he wrapped his last spider-leg around his leg and used it as a splint; he picked her up, and ran to the door that he saw everyone else going through earlier.

He got through and quickly ran up to the nearest nursing drone. He grabbed her collar and pulled her down to his level.

“Make sure SHE stays alive,” he told her in the most serious tone he could get as he gently put the smeet in her arms, “or I’ll make sure YOU don’t”

That was all he could do. After he made sure the drone had her, he passed out, content on what he had just done.