For the sake of this story, I'm revamping it. Many characters will stay the same but some names will change a bit. Well, one character's name. I feel it best to change her character a bit because it's definitely gone off track. There will be things added to the story as well. I don't see any reason why not to add more.
But for those of you who know, I have updated and revamped once before. I felt the need to do it again though. I've got nothing better to do and I'm slightly on a writers block so why not. Lol And with my computer acting odd I thought it best to just work on the old story than the new sections.
Anyway, on with the story.
Words – Chapter title, point of view chance, important info.
Words – Thoughts
(Words) – Bez speak
Words – Regular speech and the story.
Chapter 1 –The Abduction—
Somewhere in the galaxy...
The tides in space were shifting as something came awake. An over whelming feeling was washing through the invisible waves created by the the movement of the planets and stars. Little would the small planet, third from it's sun, know what was coming or what would happen the the months or years to come.
To think, this all started with a ship and a plan to take a few things from the planet. Because everyone in the galaxy who knew this little planet, knew that the creatures were simple beings who only had the basic of the basics with space flight and technology. So they would cause no trouble when taken and seemed easy to break and train for the uses anyone wished for. And no one would miss this small imature species.
The time was now, the plan simple. Get in, get out and take as many was they could and try to keep getting as many of the race as they could without damaging the product. No one wanted damaged goods.
Somewhere in a cell on a ship...
Ruby red eyes looked around their cell and the owner sighed heavily with a desolate look in those strong eyes. Stuck in this cell with nothing to even look forward to. His empire didn't even want him and there was no way they would waste the time to try and save him. At this rate he should just give up.
But that is something Zim wasn't going to worry about at the moment. Giving up wasn't in his blood. He would tell himself that he was buying his time till he could escape. That this was only a little hiccup in his plans. Whatever they were.
The squeal of his companion brought him out of his dark thoughts and he scowled at the little monstrosity hanging from the bars of their cell. A suffering sigh came from his lips this time. How he had been stuck with such a deranged robot was beyond him.
"Lookit! I'ma monkie! Whooooohohohe!"
"GIR if you do no remove yourself from those bars I will dismantle you myself!"
"But master! I'm a monkey!"
"I don't care! Get down or else!" he shouted shaking his fist at the little robot.
"Awwwww….." the little robot sighed as he slid down the bars to fall on his head with a slight clang. He walked over to a corner of the cell and sat pouting.
Just great, he was getting the silent treatment. It wouldn't last long he knew but at least it gave him more time to think about his situation. Not that that line of thought was pleasant at all.
Time Date: 10:00 A.M. last day of school
Place : HHS High School Gym (9,10,11,12th grades have to fit)
It was ten a.m. on a freaking Friday the last day of school. We have been sitting here since seven this morning. Nothing was happening but it was the most boring thing in the world for us as we sat in the gym waiting for the day to end. And of course, the end of the day wasn't going to come until three because our school system was one of the stupidest in the state, probably the whole country.
Rachel and I were sitting on the gym floor listening to some senior talk about how much the school has changed and about our education is important for our future. She continued then to talk about the next year. Personally I didn't care about the next year because we were not going to be there seeing as we had already graduated from the blasted school. So by this time I made a hand puppet and made it talk almost in sync with the senior. Rachel shot me a deadly glare and hit me sharply in the arm. I returned the glared but perked up as the senior concluded her speech. That was only to sigh heavily when another senior took the first's place. They were even more monotone that the first had been.
I leaned over to Rachel and whispered, "Can this get any more boring? My butt is falling asleep. And I'm hungry."
"Shut up and stop complaining. At least we're not working on the last day of school like they seem to do every year," she replied as she took a notebook from her bag and beamed me over the head.
"Screw the last day of school," I muttered and rubbed the sore spot on my head. "Why do we have to listen to another damn senior when we are seniors ourselves? And why the hell do we have to sit on the floor? Can't we just kick some damn little underclassman off the bleachers? And why in the hell did they make it mandatory that all seniors stay till the end of the school year?"
Rachel hit me with her notebook again, but just a little harder. "Will you just shut up" she hissed dangerously. "You'll get us in trouble. I don't want to be in trouble the last bloody day."
"It's not like they can actually do anything about it you know. We have our whatevers so technically they can't keep us here."
Another whack across my head had me scowling at her.
"I hate that notebook." I thought with another glare at her. I rubbed the spot on my head that she hit. "She seems to always hit the same spot twice too. Maybe I'll burn it if I get a chance." I smiled as I daydreamed of it bursting into flames or roasting it over a fire.
Suddenly I started to giggle with no reason. I mean, I usually sometimes giggle without a reason but this one began in the back of my throat only to burst through my mouth quite differently than my usual giggles. My eyes widened and I was shocked at what was going on but I couldn't stop giggling. I covered my mouth with my hands but that didn't help at all to stop the giggles. Biting my lip I thought that would help, but the giggling overrode the pain much to my despair.
Rachel looked at me and Shanon did too, startled at the sudden noise that bubbled from my throat. Then Shanon started to laugh softly and her boyfriend started to laugh too. Rachel started several minutes after staring at the three of us like we were some insane psychopaths or that we had inhaled several hallucinogenic drugs. The others around us were looking at us with the same look that Rachel had held before she started laughing. Then suddenly all of the people around us started in on the laughter one by one, sometimes in pairs.
"What is going on here? Stop laughing, have some courtesy for your fellow students," the principle shouted standing from where she had sat.
The laughter rippled around the gym, escalating to an almost roar. She shouted and tried her hardest to stop the laughter that was running amok in the room. But after she said the last of her words she started to laugh too.
Everyone throughout the whole gym started to laugh so hard they had to hold their sides. A few were even in tears and several had fallen onto the floor unable to catch their breathes. I was wondering the whole time what made us do this when I saw a faint shadow of a thick gas float across the floor.
It was a pale pink color then it was slowly followed by a black smoke or fog. The wisps curled around and created figures on the floor. I seemed to be the only one who noticed it. And it made sense why I was affected before anyone else. Rachel and I were sitting on the floor where no one else was sitting. And I was the closest to a door as well.
Rachel and I started to cough as the darker smoke reached up and passed by our faces. I tried to scramble to get up while trying to stop laughing and coughing all together. Others started coughing as well as it swept by them. Soon the whole gym was in a fit of coughing and panic settled in. I saw people try to scramble for the doors but were unsuccessful in getting them open. Students were dropping to the ground one by one and some in groups.
My vision began to grow fuzzy around the edges and things started to grow dark. I only remember hitting the floor as my sense of balance was totally lost and my last thought was that we were going to all die. Someone had tried to kill our whole school.
I shivered as I slowly woke up. My senses laced with pain as they told me that someone had elbowed me in the stomach pretty hard. I would have cursed if my mouth wouldn't have been so dry and my tongue sticking to the roof on my mouth.
"Ughhhhhh," I moaned as I tried getting up. I fell over and met the floor again with nausea and a pounding headache. I could have sworn that I didn't remember sticking my head under a damn jackhammer before waking up or even before passing out.
Someone moaned beside of me. They tried to sit up and fell over also so I wasn't the only feeling the way I did. I didn't feel so bad now knowing it wasn't just me either.
I kept my eyes closed to see if that would stop the hammering in my head but my head hurt so much that I didn't think it would ever go away anytime soon. I tried to listen to my surroundings but all I could hear anything but the pounding in my head. So I was shit out of luck with that sense, but my sense of touch and smell worked just fine enough. I could feel vibrations through the floor which confirmed the touch notion and I could smell a musty smell around me. The smell of unwashed bodies also as hit me along with sweat and something I just didn't know what it was. And I probably didn't want to know what it was that I was smelling to be truthful.
Soon though, my head cleared up enough that I could hear somewhat better without the ringing in my ears or the annoyed pounding in my head. I tried to move and found my arm under somebody else this time. Probably the person who had tried to get up after myself only to collapse like I did. I moved again but froze when I heard voices that we're quite human. More guttural and primal than anything could produce from Earth. And they were moving closer to where I was.
"Greth falin toraar gosha." A deep voice said. I could barely make out through whatever was blocking them from me.
"Rackor noff talick." Another replied.
"What type of language is that? It is definitely not human." I thought to myself. I tried sitting up again and successfully freed my arm from under the body of the person beside me. The pounding of my head had quieted to a dull thrum. I found that there was a wall behind me with a wandering hand and scooted to lean against it for support. The cool metal feeling welcomed against my warm body.
"Grafash tocar. Naotdack far motkt hesh." One of the voices continued.
"Portca mas torfa?" one replied with what sounded like amusement or something as close to amusement as I could tell.
I suddenly let out a yelp when something brushed against my side. I felt a pressure of something leaning against me and I flinched away from it unsure of what it could be in this darkness.
"Shhhhhhhh," someone said as they put a hand over my mouth quickly. "You don't want them to hear us do you?" A familiar voice asked in a whisper beside my ear.
I pulled the hand off of my mouth and whispered back, "Rachel? What are we doing here? Why are we here? Why is it so dark? What are they saying? Is anyone else here? What are they…?"
Rachel put her hand over my mouth again and replied, "Do you want to alert them faster? I have no clue to any of that. But I think we are the only ones awake at this point of time. Or at least able to move at all. I think."
She paused to see if she could hear anything else coming from where the voices were.
"Do you have anything broken or wrong with you?" Rachel asked after a pause to listen for any more voices.
"Nothing except a slight headache and some sore ribs," I replied. "You?"
"Maybe a sprained wrist from where someone having landed on it or something like that. And the headache that I think is common with what they used to knock us out."
"You know," I said after some silence between the both of us, "This might be a bad time to mention that I have to go."
"Go where?" Rachel asked a little confused.
"I've got to go, as in to the bathroom," I muttered in reply.
"Yeah it might be a bad time to mention that," Rachel said confirming it. That caused us to giggle just a little.
Apparently that laughter was just enough to alert whatever it was outside that we were awake. Both of us froze as we heard the voices speak up.
"Defgrash! Refty sorta af masha!" A shouting voice demanded.
"Efta ssssirrr. Yosl fory ri modge." Replied another and footsteps were heard running toward us.
A thin line of light appeared on the wall across from us and it grew wider in the shape of a door. Two shadows appeared in the light and soon the two figures had appeared.
"I guess I figured out the reason why I couldn't see." I muttered and shielded my eyes against the light.
"You think?" Rachel muttered to me as she did the same.
Well, here's the revamped version. Not much to be truthful. Just a little here and there. And not really that much. I'm sorry for the updates for everyone. Just bear with me on this. I really want to make this story better.
Now, just so you know this is the re-revamped version which has reposted as a new story because I loathe destroying comments and the old story. It shows how much I've changed.
About the title, Transmission 1-Abduction : Recoded, I've almost always have seen this story as a recording of events from the point of view of the main characters. A compilation of happenings that were transmitted back to Earth, or somewhere to tell what happened to these people while they were trying to live a normal life. Yes, Recoded is on the latest Kingdom Hearts game so sue me. (not literally please, I'm a college student) I just think recoded works well because it is a transmission in my mind and I'm revamping it. It just seems to work out a bit better that way. Hell, who knows I may add a chapter or something if I feel like it. So it might be worth trying to watch this story again. And please review. I like reviews. They make me happy.