*Setting: Beeping was the sound that invaded the Scientists ears. They tapped wildly away on the large monitors infront of them, looking up briefly to see the reaction of their subject. They were Vykkers and their subject was the hatchling from one of the eggs they had found months back. It was locked behind a large glass window, its cage was small and the back of it was a metallic airlock, just incase things got a little dangerous or they got tired of their 'experiments'. The being was large and Dog-like. Its skin was like armour, black, shiny with tiny hairs running down the spine. Its three claws were thick and sharp and came out of a large muscular leg. The side of the being was like plating, protecting its ribcage and side organs. Its head was box-like and hard. Four black eyes, two on each side, blinked in unison and a string of blue drool hung from its lower, boxed jaw. Its mouth was lined with menacingly sharp teeth and its lone tongue lolloped from side to side.*
Vykker #2: "Vell, it is highly resistant to most of our gases..."
It typed wilding ignoring its cohorts mumblings. There were three of them altogether, all enjoying pressing random buttons and watching as certain types of gases hissed out of pipes that were in-built into the room.
Vykker #3: "You twied Nitwogen...?"
It stopped typing and wandered over to the glass window, tapping it with a spindly claw and watching as the beast wandered over and breathed heavily, steaming a small part of it up.
Vykker #1: "Course. Do not aggrivate it, it may get pissed and we'll have to eject it...heh...heheh...(!)"
It sniggered at the thought of opening the airlock and watching the creature get sucked out.
Vykker #3: "Soooooooooo...? We have the othew one. We can play with that fow a while...wight?"
Turning, it walked upto the back of the monitor and rested its top arms on it. The other two folded.
Vykker #2: "And vaste a decent drugs tester!?! You idiot."
Spittle hit the keyboard as it shouted these words, not looking at the Scientist it was directing them at and thus seemingly telling both of them. The third one snarled a response and wandered towards the exit.
Vykker #3: "I'm going to have a look at the othew one. Maybe thewe i can get a little entewtainment without being sniped at. Umph!"
Quickly it pressed a few digits in the keyboard and waited whilst the doors fully opened, he then waddled out into the corridor and turned left.
Vykker #2: "Moron(!)"
The beast watched as both the Vykkers entertained themselves with its torture. Grunting lowly as more and more toxins got pumped into the room. Then one of them looked up, a sparkle in its eye and before the creature could prepare itself a loud shriek was emitted from its mouth...
Vykker #1: "FIRE!!!"
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