Xnuk'ek Ts'o'om's base deployed outside Uluru, christened Kank’u’, had found itself influx with a feeling of concern. The local human resistance had proved greater than calculated and the territories held where proving troublesome, with even violence coming from members of the recently enslaved. Resistance was expected but the miscalculations had cost confidence. Nevertheless it was focal that the Jennu Jimosan thralls under Xnuk'el Ts'o'om's command must prove their worth, just as the Ushagi scientists the Controller had gained after the conquest of the Prime Realm Directive had with their expertise. It was in the intrigues of the Controller to also lay focus on their hobby and show ordered the more defiant human slaves to be bought to the labs that had developed in Kank'u' for bioengineering purposes. The chief of bioengineering favourite slave of Xnuk'el Ts'o'om, Thalhear Bioys, had already set some experiments; the first subjects had, as expected, perished after the spicing process while a few that survived had been deemed too unsuitable for further experimentations and were simply locked away for study in hope of examining what went wrong. The process had came to be heard from those outside the complex; for the Controller this was good. Xnuk'el Ts'o'om would knew that the excuse for this practice would be a example to warn off further resistance... ...but why should the creation of new lifeforms need a excuse? --- Ron Jones was kicked into a dark greyish rooms with greenish lighting by the pair of brutish Jennu Jimosan battle thralls that had taken the deviant enslaved human to the depth of some alien labyrinth within the xeno fortress near Uluru. The Australian pilot tried to get off from the floor when one of the Tilsin guards placed their foot on the pilot's back, causing the short brown hair human to to yell. "That will be enough" came a computerised screech from across the chamber, causing the human in the greenish pilot uniform of the Australian air force to look with his brown eyes across the room. With two reptilian guards behind came a onyx metallic suited figure that appeared robotic, marked with dark brownish lines and a blue glowing light ring on each of the shoulders. From the angle Ron noted that the figure had a full glass helmet that was shaped in many ways like a light bulp. Yet it was what was inside the light bulp as the figure approaches that both shackled and surprised Ron in a comedic fashion; it appeared the owner of the suit, he could believe, a greenish feathered humanoid parrot with a dark grey bleak and yellowish underside around a pair of jade bird eyes. "Help the mammal up!" barked at the suited parrot at the two lizardfolk that had roughed Ron in. The reptiles, whose dark greenish scales were protected with light grey metallic plating and dark brown loincloth around the waist for modesty, both grabbed the human with their crawled hands and lifted him up. Ron found himself staring into the helm of the avian; the parrot's eyes looked back, though the sidedness made it was a unusual starring than Ron had faced in the past. "Forgive our handling but they were frustrated. May I introduce myself?" spoke the parrot, placing one of their gauntlets on the left-shoulder of Ron. "I am Thalhear Bioys, bioengineering chief and favourite servant of the ever blessed hegemon Xnuk’ek Ts’o’om. I have heard you have been a bit of a trouble maker?" Thalhear 'gently' wiped blood from the mouth of Ron, the metallic roughness only causing more discomfort to Ron. "O sorry" went Thalhear 'innocently' "Keep forgetting how gentle some mammals are to the touch of my support suit. Leave us you two!" pointed hence Thalhear to the two guards that took Ron in, who then proceeded to went back they came. The two lizards guarding Thalhear Bioys, who were in full dark blue plate, went to the side to hold to Ron and began to move in to follow the space parrot as the scientist began to journey across the chambers to a white door which swung open into a light grey room with dark metallic tables. Ron, who had remained silent of words after his violent yelling after being taken by the two brutes that took him to Kank'u', looked around the new room he had been bought to. Along the sides were large glass containers, some contained local Australian life (plus cane toads), while others contained what appeared to be animals from other worlds including what appeared to be reptilian butterfly and a small feathered hound. To Ron's horror was on the other side of the room large cages containing what appeared to be a starved female human, a trio of Jennu Jimosans that were lowly clothed and huddled on the floor, some large ant like creature and what could described as moving blob of oil. The scientist gentled touched a central table with metallic restraints; the two Jennu Jimosan guards tighten their hold on Ron as they quickly ripped at his uniform, stripping him to his undergarments and then they quickly placed Ron on the table and placed the restraints on him. "Now you are wondering why your here?" spoke Thalhear Bioys to Ron Jones. "You have permission to speak... not that I would take one who was tough for us to drag in to require such." Ron remained silent. "Rebellion is loseless you know" spoke the scientist. "We Ushag learned that when we smoothly went from a lone power in the stars to part of a greater whole. Those of us that decided to resist the necessary learned the morals of this universe; never defy your betters. I am the better of all this room. I could insult the lowly reptiles that guard me and they would not raise a fist but I deserve to be annihilated if I even considered insulting my masters. You see... we are all servants to the Controllers." Ron replied with a spit that hit the helm of the Ushag. "My, my... I would cover cover your mouth but I will need access to hear you once we... o I guess I should explain why I took you to this room." It was then that Ron looked up; a blackish machine had been deployed on the roof of the room with tubes and arms with needles, a machine that was slowly now coming downwards towards him. "You see we Ushag were in a scientific revolution by the time we were taken; we had developed in field of robotics and genetic engineering, the latter came a special interest to my own master, for Xnuk’ek Ts’o’om desires to learn the secrets of all life and to unlock new forms must be hence created. Yet we cannot create without the materials and we need also hosts to try out the visions of my master. You see... we want to spice some of you mammals with certain species across the domain of the Controllers. Speaking of mammals... I better call my students and colleges." A quick buzzing came as Thalhear clicked a small button on the side of the suit and the door opened again; similar suited Ushag came in, their feathers were blue, red, yellow and other colours under the sun. They entered and went around to form a crowd around Ron, Thalhear and the two Tilsin guards. "Attention as we begin a quick test on human subject... o sorry! The translation software is still on" laughed Thalhear, clicking another button while the other Ushag make beakish laughter. In a alien tongue the space parrot gave what appeared to be a lecture to the other Ushag, pointing at both Ron Jones and the machine above him, as well as two worrying points at the caged Tilsin and the cane toads. Shortly after Thalhear turned round, clicked the translator again and spoke to Ron: "I am afraid now I will begin the test on you. We are going to to first add a substance from the machine to place you into a sleep; then we are going to engineer your cells with elements from Tilsin (the species that your reptile guards belonged to) and these... cane toads that seem to poison your landscape like the greatest of vermin. I do not gruantee your survival but you will contribute to the creation of new existences, of new life forms. If you may I suggest you tell your last words of humanity, cause even if we do not succeed in spicing you we at least have caused some alterations to your genetic make-up, essentially making you into a mutant in certain regards. Who those; your development will aid both the Controllers and we Ushag, for we have always pondered on spicing ourselves to suit less tropical environments such as this planet... we live in these suits due to the air make-up of this world being poisonous and the humility being ill enough. But enough my voice; I said you had last..." "Your can spice yourself with those cane toads or better let sting yourself to death, you..." began a angry (and fearful) Ron, before one of the Tilsin slapped him. "Fool!" shouted Thalheal to the Tilsin "I do not want my subjects to be damaged. I am wondering why we gave you lowlife barbarians software translators when you do not seem to understand basic commands! I was kind on the two bringing this subject in cause of the report; the human was a trouble maker and I did not mind some rough handling but violence on a restraint test subject... I will not question on why the Controllers, for they were in great kindness in bringing civilization to your Bronze Aged planet but... never-mind, you two are dismissed." The two Tilsin were taken aback but decided not to avoid showing, instead simply leaving the room quickly and quietly. "Honesty" went Thalheal "I wonder why we trust meat eating reptiles to guard even boxes, let alone my test subjects... but making civilized servants out of primitive brutes is a task we Ushag must share in, even if they do deserve to be treated like... sorry I sometimes talk too much. Back to science!" And thus clicked a button on his wrist Thalheal seemed to have the machine descend faster and activated, its mechanisms moving about. "Stop!" went Ron. "I... can... I was foolish... allow..." "Too late" interrupted Thalheal. "I need my subjects and you were too disruptive to be a good little labourer. Possessing you into service would be a waste of resources, so you will instead serve a greater purpose as a step in the next stage of the evolution of all life..." ...and then a needle went into the neck of Ron, causing him to scream as he suddenly went into a deep sleep. "Now to make the gods envy us all" was the last words Ron would hear with human ears. --- My brothers and sisters; why do you chain yourselves so? Have your forgotten the honour of our world? Of our days gone by? Why we be brutes for the ones that brutalise us? To strike fear to those we are barked to strike at, at the notion that they will too experience what we have? To be like the scum that scourged our race of its spirit? Of the memory of our home, of Jennu Hrrac, why do we betray ourselves so in bondage to the so called Controllers? Every evil we do in their name means nothing to them, save for their own ego. Even the Ushag are mere furniture to the whims of the Controllers and they instead set to make us like cattle, to boast their technological superiority over us. Why? What makes them think they are better than us? What makes the Controllers think they can match our gods? Whether we be, be it back on Jennu Hrrac or this cursed realm of humanity, we must dissent if we are to reclaim what it is to be the sons and daughters of our ancestors. The Tilsin will not be slaves forever; our freedom will come, be it after the next sunset on this world or its consumption by the sun... we will be free.