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End of RAF
DinosaurNothlit:
Two notes about this story before I begin.
One: This is the sequel to Enter RAF. If you haven't read that story, this one isn't going to make much sense.
Two: TRIGGER WARNING. This story will contain torture scenes, both described and implied, of several different RAFians. If the idea of reading about yourself in that situation bothers you, please do not read.
Chapter One
It had been five years now, since that fateful day Queen had escaped from the internet.
Five years. That had been all it took.
Five years to conquer the world.
It hadn't even been all that hard, with the Time Matrix in hand. She had found, or possibly created, because in the end it didn't matter, the Yeerk fleet. She had told them about a planet ripe for the taking. A planet hidden at the edge of the galaxy, a planet they never would have found without Queen's specific directions.
After that (well, technically, before), she had pulled all the right strings throughout history to create a Texas that was increasingly hostile to the rest of the United States. Giving the Yeerks a base of operations, a smaller and well-armed population to conquer, which then gave them the strength of numbers to move outward. By the time the rest of the United States even realized what was happening, it was too late.
The Yeerks had conquered the world in three years. Not bad, of course. But after that, they hadn't wanted to share their world with Queen.
So Queen took to eliminating every Yeerk from history, who would dare to stand against her. Visser Three went first. Visser One. A smattering of other Vissers. Then she managed to discover the identities of the Council of Thirteen, and hunted them all down, one by one.
That had gotten the message across. Well, once she had offered the Yeerks proof that those deleted Yeerks had ever existed.
The threat of being removed from history, not just dead but nonexistent, had been enough to make the rest of the population quake in their hosts.
And so the human race served the Yeerks, and the Yeerks in turn served Queen. As it should be, she thought smugly.
Queen surveyed her domain, smiling an empty smile as she watched the sky darken slowly to a dismal reddish grey, ominous clouds blocking out the sun. Her request. She had wanted the world to look like it had been conquered, after all. And the Yeerks, fearful of their capricious leader, had used all the technology at their disposal, to comply.
But, somehow, it wasn't enough. She did not feel satisfied with this world. No, the world that she longed to conquer was a different one. Not a world of humans. Not even a world of humans which now held a smattering of Hork-bajir and Taxxons.
The world she wanted, was a world of Time Lords and Realm Walkers, Andalites and dinosaurs and seals.
Where was that world?
She sighed. She knew where that world was. But there was something, unfulfilling, about ruling over a world she could never even see. It just wasn't as real, somehow. It wasn't as delightfully visceral, as it was to rule over this one.
Ironic, perhaps, that after she had wanted so badly to leave RAF, now she wanted to go back. Now that she couldn't. She wasn't sure why the Time Matrix wouldn't take her to RAF, but it would not. Instead, it created an alternate universe version of RAF, where the RAFians only knew what Queen knew. Which was, of course, a long way from being the same as the real thing.
She closed her laptop and got up, heading towards the top-secret, impenetrable bunker where her very most prized possession was stored. She looked, with her left eye, into a gleaming silvery lens, which was actually an eye-scanner embedded in the door. It subtly flashed several times in succession, confirming all the multi-dimensional layers of left eyes that Queen possessed. For just a brief moment, she turned her head to look through the scanner with her right eye, and it flashed once more, just once this time. All of her eyes were correct, and the door opened, letting her through.
Her right eye was, of course, just a mechanical device fitted into her skull, made to look like the real thing. Granted, it was close. Just close enough, yet at the same time, just enough somehow off, to make skin crawl. A white orb with a metal shutter that looked almost, but not quite, like an iris. Steel grey, instead of the brilliant emerald green of her natural eye. Her right eye did not blink when her left did.
She had kept the scar, the interwoven pattern of lines on her face that looked like a cracked mirror. Even though it would have been just as easy to have one of her enslaved plastic surgeons remove it. No, it was a reminder. A reminder of those who had betrayed her. A reminder of the world she still longed to rule. It was a promise. A promise of vengeance.
Behind the door with its embedded eye-scanner, was another door. This one with a fingerprint scanner. It, too, scanned for all possible fingerprints, and confirmed that all were correct. She punched in a code on the keypad next to the scanner, and the door opened.
She walked through the five Gleet Biofilters. Each with its own, separate power source. Just in case, unlikely though it was, something ever happened to one of them. Or four.
Finally, in the very last room of this almost absurd chain of security, doors slammed shut in front of and behind Queen. A scanner beeped, signaling that it detected no trace of morph energy. But, nonetheless, the doors would remain shut for exactly two hours and one minute. On the tiny outside chance that a morpher had discovered a way to shield their energy signature. There was no way to override the system, absolutely no way to make them open before the time had passed. The room was completely air-tight, no crevice or crack by which to escape. As a final touch, a Gleet Biofilter was installed here, as well.
All of it most likely pointless, of course. Queen was always extremely careful about never allowing anyone, or anything, to touch her skin. One controller had accidentally brushed against her once, and had had the monumental bad timing to do so right before she had yawned. She'd had him executed that day.
And, besides, it wasn't like anybody had ever even found an escafil device, anyway. The Andalites, if they even existed, had never found out about the Yeerk invasion of earth, this little backwoods planet so very far away from their own homeworld. No, they'd remained blissfully ignorant, in this timeline.
But, nonetheless, there was no such thing as too careful. Not with this. The Time Matrix. It was the source of her unstoppable power, the thing that the Yeerks were truly afraid of.
The thought made her a little resentful, actually. It was not her that the Yeerks truly feared. It was a plain-looking off-white sphere.
Nevertheless, if anyone should ever steal it, she would be powerless. They would find her origins and delete her from history, as she had done to so many others.
She stretched, settling against the cold steel floor as she waited calmly for the doors to open. She didn't really mind the wait, strangely enough. If there was one thing she had all she'd ever wanted of, it was time.
As much as she yearned to conquer her most hated enemies, those RAFians, she knew there was little point even logging onto RAF in this dismal future. This RAF was a near-abandoned fortress of security, the few remaining members armed to the teeth and then some, after the attacks that had killed most of their fellows. No, she could not conquer that RAF. Although, of course, it was still mildly amusing to drop in from time to time, just to keep them on their toes. They still couldn't do anything to her, after all.
But, there was another RAF, full of life and vulnerable. And all she had to do, was go back in time.
redtailedsaffa:
:awesome: AWESOME! It's started! Already a very interesting beginning. I really like the way you've brought out Queenas a multidimensional (no pun intended) villain.
This is an alternate timeline that she created, right? And the present RAF is another. Because the Multiverse Theory is coming to mind when I read this. Which, in a way, is true.
Torture scenes? Oh my. Now the s***'s really about to hit the fan. :D
theyoungphoenix:
Torture scenes?? This sounds like its gonna be fun...
redtailedsaffa:
Fun? Suddenly you're scaring me.
Oi. Get yourself to the RAFparty. :D
theyoungphoenix:
I'm scaring you? how is that possible?
And I know! My mom took my iPod...
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