Lord-Hazard

"I chose this form with your comfort in mind." I really wished he hadn't. Sure, from a distance you'd almost think he was Irken. Almost. Getting closer only made it more obvious. Everything was too long, his arms, his fingers, his antenna, everything. He had too many joints in his fingers and I've seen them bend in directions fingers aren't supposed to go. His antenna were so long they almost brushed against the floor. If you got even closer, speaking distance for example, you'd notice the faint seams in his skin, thin lines that gave lie to the idea he had skin instead of an exoskeleton. The worst was his face. Or rather, his lack of one.

"Test Run"  "Okay, why are we here again?" asked Leo as they left the drop ship. "Becuase, we heard that some important Irken big wig is somewhere here." answered Mark. "Yeah, but who told us about this?" Leo asked. "Eh, some Irken spy who's working for us." Answered Mark. "Okay......Wait! We have Irken spies?" "Yes, we do. Now shut up Leo" orderd Rick This team nine of Vortians were sent here by the resisty to capture or kill some kind of Irken big wig. But they were'nt expecting to be part of a dangerous experiment. Leo, was the green horn (new recruit) of the group. Mark, was the communications technician. Rick, was the group camm