To Conquer Fate (w/ C.Wolf)

[Grimly]

name: Targhe Klvi
race: Leir
age: 24
gender: carrier male
occupation: cave farmer/ captive lab specimen
appearance: dark grey skin, silver eyes, short messy white hair. 5'8" with some definition. He is a cave farmer so he's agile with lean defined muscles from climbing around in the caverns. His hips are slightly wider than a human male, due to being a carrier male.

name: Deter Haveil
race: Navlich
age: 33
gender: seeder male
occupation: Doctor/genetic engineer
appearance: 5'10" tan skin dark brown hair, blue eyes, sharp features, and a thin well trimmed beard


The distinct metallic chirp was easily recognized by the doctor, the dark haired man immediately lifted his head from the monitor in front of him.  The cold gaze that rested on the patient was returned with fervor, as much as one could muster with a nearly two inch in diameter conduit in his mouth.  It was a feat in itself to clamp down at all, considering the ratio in size to his mouth, but this one managed to do it.  Deter’s gaze lingered on defiant eyes before moving around the display to approach the table. As he unstrapped him he lifted his lip to inspect the damage with no less romance one would give goods suspect of damage by a courier.  The casual intimacy provoked a growl.  The young Leir did not wish to be touched by his captor and bit at Deter.  “Save your strength. If it doesn’t take this time, you’ll only suffer more.”

Targhe Kvli  tilted his chin sharply, and narrowed his silver eyes. It was as close to an obscene gesture that he could muster with the rest of his body was still strapped down, but it only managed to trigger another wave of nausea.It disgusted him, but he turned his head and spit out the bile laced saliva pooled in his mouth.  “And I am sure you will enjoy every moment of my suffering.” Targhe gasped for breath between almost every word, turning his cheek to the table to comfort his feverish body with the cool surface. It hadn’t been two weeks since the bleeding from the last failure had ceased, and here he was again. It was to the point where he stopped torturing himself with wondering what they were going to inject where in his body.

“Enjoy? Nothing about your presence brings enjoyment to mind, though results would give me some satisfaction. ”  This Leir always managed to amaze him in one way or another, but why his superior favored this particular one, was beyond his understanding. Whether he suffered or not was of no concern to him.  Completing an assigned task and presenting the preferred results, was his only assignment, but it was proving to be more of a challenge than he originally calculated.  A long chime from the monitor diverted his attention.

“It seems you will have some rest for now. Let’s see how this one develops.” At the pained look on Targhe’s face, Deter tapped on the screen, injecting the Leir’s bloodstream with a medication to fight the discomfort. Having him puke at this moment would ruin all his hard work for the third time. He tapped a third button and was greeted by an attendant who pushed a groggy Targhe back to the observation room.

Targhe hated the observation room even more than the hole he’d been given when he was brought into the Navlich research facility.  It was barely bigger, but had three white walls and one glass.  All night he would lay writhing as the foreign egg journeyed through his system, only to be watched by Deter and the others.  Sometimes another Navlich of high rank would come and watch him.  That one had eyes like fire that made Targhe look away instantly. Heavily drugged so he’d keep it down he never felt so humiliated in all his life.  He counted down the hours until he’d be sent back to his room.

[Klayko]

name: Colton Mitchell

race: Human
age: 28
gender: seeder male
occupation: Marine / Infantry for the Alliance
apearance: Fair skinned, green eyes and light brown hair that partially resembles a ginger tint complete with freckles. One would think he was Irish, but he stands at 6'2", buff and strong in build and hails from America or at least American based society.
personality: He's serious as they come. He's strict for obvious reasons as he's a part of the First Infantry, one of the highest squads to be within from hard experience. He can be caring when he has to be however, especially when it comes to the well-being of others. Survival comes first for him, so he's definitely looking to help others, fight for them if he has to and get them to safety.

Name: Holden Howden
Race: Human
Age: 29
Gender: carrier male
Occupation: Army Ranger/Scout and Recon for the Alliance
Appearance: 5'11" medium brown skin dark brown hair, brown eyes that he usually wears contacts over that bear an orange tint to them, a baby face so to say with partial dimples, and sports some scruff to his face.
Personality: He is intelligent and that's something highly needed. Because of this, he operates with communications as a Scout, preferring to use rifles from afar than up close. He also has learned several languages on Earth and now with the war. To these effects, he was dedicated to being chosen as the spy against the Navlich, able to indoctrinate himself into various cultures rather easily and able to play convincing roles when the need arises.


The Alliance found itself suffering as of late. Their enemy, the Navlich, were finding ways to handle them. Sure enough, human ingenuity played fairly well against them when certain factors that were quite new began to arise. It was clear that the Navlich were also adapting and in this particular case, the Alliance refused to lose, especially given the contents of how the opposing race captured and detained others. It took a little while, but Holden learned their structure. 

In just a little time, the human male learned how to blend into their society. Language? He mastered it. Culture? It was mastered. With his intellect, he blended right in as one of their scientists, a place that he heard definitely required studying. Sneaking past the Navlich was easy given the background he forged and because his ears were already slightly pointy, with just simple prosthetics and careful blending with makeup, nobody could tell the difference. Presently, the African male was observing someone that Deter placed back into a cell, alongside a few other individuals that were scientists. 

They examined him for minutes, wanting to spot any notable changes. Holden jotted everything down, of course. It was his job after all, but that job played dual roles. He studied the male before him as well as reported it back to the Alliance on the other side. It was just a theory, but their new weapons, he had to be certain it was not the detained Leir. The Alliance was surmising that the Navlich were using said race to mutate them to different levels. Now, Holden had possible proof and like the Scientists around him, he was studying and patiently observing.