The IBIF Chronicals

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Tybalt could hardly believe what he was seeing. That H-30 had clearly just taken an attack that was obviously meant for him, Tybalt just kind of stared for a moment. It took a lot for the strategist to just stop in the middle of a battle, but what H-30 did had just been so unexpected. He had said he wanted to get along, but to see it was a completely different thing entirely. He had basically just saved his life.

Tybalt grit his teeth and then moved. He cut off complete power from the room, sending the all into darkness but also taking away any more power sources the other alien could use. Tybalt knew he was cutting of H-30 also, but he felt it would be better to cut both off than let the other alien suck up all the energy for another attack like that. He had a light on his guns, but he didn't turn them on. He had no idea about the alien's ability to see in the dark, and if it was better than his own or not, but he'd take his chances rather than turning on the light and making him a target.
 
Both aliens didn't really have a problem seeing in the dark, but the absence of light really took a toll on them. H-30 hid behind Tybalt, where he was sure nobody would shoot. Some guards were firing almost at random, and some others had the necessary equipment to see despite the darkness. Having less energy available than before, the alien couldn't react as quickly. Finally the bullets were hitting it. It didn't give signals of feeling pain, but the process of gathering his body after having part of it destroyed by a bullet got slower, and it was segregating faster than it could heal itself.

'You're doing good, at last you're dealing damage.' H-30 said inside everyone's minds. He could hear the alien damning him in their own language, declaring him a traitor and swearing he would be annihilated, since that was the wish of everyone back at home. Knowing for sure now that H-30 didn't have a place to call home anymore, he helped the humans attack, sending his own mind to fight against the alien's.
 
Tybalt generally liked to move around when he was fighting something, but since H-30 had taken cover behind him he stayed put. Moments after he'd turned off the energy in the room, someone else crashed through the door. It was the person Tybalt was waiting for, and Tybalt grabbed at whatever part of H-30 was closest to pull him down and behind one of the desks with him. Gerhard probably wouldn't know which alien to shoot at, so if he hid H-30 he'd only see one.

It took Gerhard little time to determine his target, and with a sudden, very large boom Gerhard fired his weapon. It was a massive gun that he had to steady on his shoulder, and he hit the other alien square, sending it back through the glass containment with a crash. He ducked and rolled, hefting the weapon as if it was nothing more than a hand gun and then taking cover to reload. Just in case he needed to fire again. Gerhard had no idea how resistant these alien things were, and the kind of gun he'd brought you could only fire once.

"You'd better still be alive, Tybalt!" Gerhard shouted out into the darkness. His voice had an incredibly thick German accent, so much so that sometimes it was hard for other people to understand him. Tybalt didn't respond for now. Not until they were sure that alien was dead.
 
H-30 was surprised to see Tybalt pulling one of his tentacles, not knowing exactly what the man was trying to do. Getting him out of the way, he guessed, when he heard the loud explosion of a heavy weapon being fired at the other alien. His red colour turned back into blue when he got scared. The attack had been too much for the alien. H-30 still could feel its conscience lingering there, but from the humans' point of view, the alien had died.

H-30 pulled the faint energy coming from what was left of the alien. The creature damned him again, telling him he wouldn't be able to enjoy existence for much longer. H-30 knew what he was about to do wasn't appropriate, but if he let the creature go, it'd regenerate and come back later, looking to hunt him down again. He consumed the alien's energy, as if it was the light of a light-bulb, until there was nothing left. 'He doesn't exist anymore. For real.' He announced inside of Tybalt's mind.
 
Tybalt was breathing a little heavily, and when H-30 said that it was gone he trusted him on it. He didn't see why H-30 would lie after what he'd just done. Taking a deep breath he sat up, poking his head above the desks. "Gerhard! Its dead!" He relayed this information, not sure who had heard it. He hesitated, not sure if he should turn on the energy again if only because that would mean the lights came back on, and the guards and Gerhard would freak out if they saw H-30 out of the cage.

Then again, it wasn't like there was much of a containment wall left. Tybalt got up, moving over to the breaker and resetting it. The lights glared back on blindingly.

"Theres another one!" Gerhard yelled but Tybalt quickly stepped inbetween his friend and H-30.

"Not this one. This one is fine." Tybalt said. Gerhard looked confused and uncertain, but he lowered his weapon again. He wasn't very well going to mow down his friend. Tybalt took another deep breath and then swivled to look at H-30. What was he going to do with him now? "Thank you..." That was a start.
 
H-30 got even more scared when the man with the heavy weapon got ready to attack him. Lucky him, Tybalt stopped him before he even had to consider to limit himself to evade, or strike back at the man. When Tybalt thanked him, H-30 turned into a lighter blue. 'You're welcome.' His voice rang inside everyone's minds, as usual.

He floated over to the remnants of his cage. He dropped on the floor, next to his specific, favourite wall. He started picking up shards and pieces of glass with his tentacles, trying to put the pieces back together, to no avail. 'B-but writing my name was so hard! I can't lose it just like that! What was the word? Concro? Corccete?!' He complained, completely unhappy from having lost his name in the battle.
 
Tybalt looked over everyone in the room briefly until H-30 moved away. He glanced at the alien as he went back to the confinement, eyebrows furrowing as he lamented over his name. "Concrete." He answered, but he went towards the other humans in the room instead. "Are you hurt?" he asked one lady. She shook her head and he nodded. "Go get some doctors down here, and get me a tablet and a line to One." She nodded and left.

Tybalt went near the rest of them, making sure no one was in horrible shape. Remarkably, they managed to get away with only minor injuries. He pushed a hand through his hair and then sighed, leaning against a wall. "We need to relocate H-30." he told one of the scientists who had been working with the alien before. "Find a suitable room."
 
H-30 stopped fooling around with the pieces of glass when Tybalt reminded him of his name. He made a mental note to not forget that, and dropped the glass on the floor. He took a look around, for the first time in weeks not seeing the cage of glass surrounding him. His body turned into a bright, golden colour, and he started floating around, enjoying this new freedom that would surely end soon. He could sense the humans below him being uneasy with his presence, but since nobody was attacking him, everything was alright. He floated up to the ceiling, poking it with a tentacle, wondering how his pursuer did that going-though-walls thing. He knew most members of his race could do it, but he had never figured out how, and nobody had explained it to him. His creators told him he had to figure it out himself.
 
Seeing H-30 poke at the ceiling, Tybalt turned his attention back to the alien once more. "Can you go through walls also?" Could he do that from the start and he'd just stayed where he was because... well he wasn't sure why. Or maybe it was the depressing tvs. He wasn't sure. If he could, it hardly mattered where they put him. H-30 could get out whenever he chose, which likely meant increased guards in his area. He sighed and rubbed at his side where that alien's tentacle had clipped him.

Gerhard raised his eyebrows as Tyablt spoke to the alien thing floating above them. He had his hand on his gun still, but if Tybalt said he was alright he trusted Tybalt enough. It was just odd. He'd never heard of a not hostile monster before.
 
H-30 heard Tybalt speaking to him, but he didn't reply right away. He pressed himself against the ceiling, his jelly-like body flowing until he covered a big part of the ceiling with a thin layer of golden jelly. He then dropped his body on the floor, and as the stood, he transformed his body back to his human appearance. 'No. I don't know how to do that.' He replied, sounding a bit disappointed.

He glanced at Gerhard, fearful of the gun, and then back at Tybalt. 'Are you alright? There are people oozing out red liquid.'
 
Gerhard, who had of course heard of the alien, was still taken aback when he transformed like that. What the hell? He took a step backwards, but Tybalt looked unconcerned. He looked at the people around them agian and then sighed, nodded.

"We'll all be okay. Just hurt." he answered, rubbing his cheek and then putting a hand to his side. He didn't know if he was bleeding or not. He hadn't looked, but he had more important things to worry about. "Do those tentacles have any lasting effects? Like poison or something?" That would be bad. He knew he was asking a lot of questions and they technically hadn't stopped playing the game, but he was in a bit of a rush in that moment.

The woman finally came back with two doctors and they started looking at the injured guards. She handed Tybalt the tablet, but before he took it he needed to make sure he wasn't going to drop dead from tentacle poison if he skipped out on immediate treatment to talk to One.
 
H-30 tilted his head, confused by Tybalt's words. Now that he was in need of a translation again, he remembered his dear dictionary. He trotted off to the cage, and found the dictionary lying on the ground, undamaged. He walked back to Tybalt's side, the dictionary in hand, as he looked up the word poison.

'I guess the tentacle could have an effect like this if its owner wanted to, but I can't feel any remnant energy from him inside of you. I'd say you're safe.' He replied, after understanding the man's concern.
 
Tybalt nodded and then took the tablet. It was the man with the buzz cut and scars again. Tybalt moved to stand in the hallway so they could have a bit of privacy from what had just happened, and then he started to explain everything that had happened. One wanted H-30 killed immediately since it might know how to go through walls, even though Tybalt said he couldn't. Tybalt wouldn't hear of it though, and while he didn't usually question orders from One he did now.

It took some convincing, but finally he managed to keep H-30 here and safe for now, but they were walking on thin ice here. Once he had other orders, Tybalt turned off the tablet. Some guards were already attempting to round up H-30 to take him to a different, but similar containment area. Tybalt stepped back in while this was happening, making sure everything was still okay. Gerhard was waiting patiently off to one side while Tybalt cleaned things up here. That was generally how it worked. Gerhard made a mess and Tybalt cleaned it up. So he was used to waiting.
 
'Already?' H-30 complained when he noticed the guards were starting to surround him. He held the dictionary close to himself, and walked closer to one of the guards. Even after all that happened, the men still were nervous. He knew he wasn't trusted, and that his stay now would be as unpleasant as before, maybe even worse. But seeing how easy it had been to bring down his pursuer in the company of these men, he could see that, right now, this was the safest place to be in for him.

He walked along with the guards, in order to be taken to another room. As they passed by Tybalt, H-30 looked at him, and gestured towards one of the guards. 'That one does have poison. It won't be lethal, but he'll be sick for a while.' He warned, after feeling remnants of the alien's energy in that man in particular.
 
Tybalt shrugged when H-30 complained. He didn't know that he'd basically negotiated to save his life. Getting sent right back into confinement wasn't exactly the worst of his problems right then. When he motioned to a guard Tybalt yanked him away from H-30 and pushed him towards a doctor. He nodded towards H-30 in silent thanks and then, once he was certain H-30 had given the guards no troubles before they put him back in a glass container, he went back to the other, mostly destroyed room to get checked out himself.

He didn't stay there long. He spoke with Gerhard, the man expressing concern and confusion, but eventually he went back upstairs to finish what he had been doing before. Tybalt came back into the new room that had been set up for H-30. There were no tvs yet, but they were bound to get there with the news right back on them like before. Tybalt pushed his hair out of his face, looking at H-30 and blinking a few times. It was weird, to have been saved by what he thought was an enemy.
 
H-30 wasn't happy to go back to confinement, but didn't resist. He walked calmly into the glass cage, and dropped himself on the ground to a sitting position. He opened the dictionary to keep reading it. Since the "S" was his favourite later, he was reading all the words that started with "S". He had just finished reading the definition of "sarcasm" when Tybalt went into the room.

'It's nice to see how humans are such benevolent, thankful people.' He said in a harsh voice. Then he held the book up, showing the page to Tybalt. 'I just learnt that from the book. It's a very useful book. It's a favourite book of many, right?'
 
Tybalt frowned a little. 'I know. I'm sorry.' Tybalt responded in his head rather than out loud. It wouldn't look good on him to be seen apologizing to a prisoner. He shook his head a little. "Almost no one actually reads the dictionary." He said out loud. "And those who have read it probably wouldn't account it as a favorite." He added. Research documents were more interesting than the dictionary. At least they had a narrative.
 
'What? But it's so useful!' H-30 whined. Not only were humans unintelligent in general, they also had bad taste. He walked closer to the wall, so he could talk to Tybalt face to face.

'That other human is so frightening... I'm glad the ones who captured me didn't have one of those metallic things.' He said referring to the big weapon Gerhard carried around. He doubted about asking what he wanted to ask, but... 'So what is my situation now? Do I still have to be discarded once you considered you can't get any other useful answers?'
 
"It is useful." Tybalt agreed with a shrug. H-30 just didn't understand humans.

"That other human is my friend. Gerhard. They probably did have those metallic things, they were just ordered not to use them." Some agents didn't carry guns, they carried swords or whatever their weapon of choice was, but most used guns because they were easier and more efficient. They couldn't capture anything if they were using guns though.

When he asked about his situation, Tybalt sighed. He rubbed at his temples a little. "Yes." Tybalt answered verbally. 'But maybe not. If I can help it...' H-30 had saved his life, whether he was alien or not. And Tybalt owed him now. If he could get him out alive then he would try to.
 
'Thanks...' H-30 replied only in Tybalt's mind. He didn't know if that thought was supposed to be private or conversation, but already heard it so he might as well reply.

'I've come to understand your people needs to sleep after spending too much time not sleeping or after a great effort.' He spoke out loud again. 'I'll still be here after you're done sleeping, if you ever want to continue playing. Do remember to ask about the book I requested, if you have the time, please.' After saying that, he crawled to the other side of the cage, wanting to get as much reading done as he could before the televisions were set up around his cage, when it would be way harder to concentrate.
 
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