Birth of Warkimga

Kim struggled valiantly against Warhok's grasp, but the alien's grip was far too strong. Finally, he came to a chamber full of computers and threw her onto a small mechanical platform. Thinking she may have found her chance to escape, Kim quickly rose to her feet, prepared to dash for the open door, but before she could the platform activated in a ray of light, forcing her to stand ramrod straight on top of it.

"There is no escape from Lowardia," mocked Warmonga. Sneering, Kim replied "So why don't you just finish me off? I won't beg for my life!" Warhok chuckled as he pressed a few buttons on a nearby console. "Foolish girl," he said as the platform began to hum loudly beneath Kim's immobilized feet. "Our people did not come to rule so many galaxies by killing our enemies..."

Suddenly a bright, multicolored ray erupted from the platform, bathing Kim's body in its mutagenic glow. She felt as though her body were a piece of taffy in the hands of a giant as her skin, muscles, & even her very bones stretched inside the field, expanding & lengthening as she grew to heights that would make her the envy of the Middleton High Varsity Basketball team.

"Phase 1 of metamorphic process completed. Initiating phase 2," droned the nearby supercomputer as the platform Kim stood trapped on released a fine gray mist that filled the suspension field around her. Trying all she could to resist whatever they were trying to do to her, Kim held her breath until her face turned red. "How futile," gloated Warhok as he pushed another button on the console. Immediately the field entrapping Kim shifted, not enough to allow her to escape, but merely enough to jostle her, & force her to let out the breath she held.

As she coughed in the mist as it dissipated, Kim began to feel yet another change come over her. Her stomach began to churn as she felt her internal organs shifting, being rearranged by the nanites she'd just inhaled into new shapes & positions. Kim's face began to turn green, both in the figurative sense that she was feeling nauseous, & in the literal sense as pigment released by more nanites in her scalp & skin began to dye her body & hair a permanent green.

She felt her lunch from earlier begin to come up, only to dissolve on its way up her throat as the nanites processed the proteins to complete her internal change.  Finally finished, the nanites signaled the computer driving them before going offline. Kim just felt like she'd been put through the wringer, but the worst was yet to come. "Phase 2 of metamorphic process completed. Initiating final phase: re-education," droned the computer.

Kim's eyes widened in dread as a spiral of light erupted from the platform beneath her & coiled around her body. Immediately her mind was inundated with a flood of alien information as her eyes glowed. Suddenly through no effort on her part she new all 8 forms of Octarian jujitsu & how their Lowardian ships used positronic manipulators to stabilize their gravitational fields for faster-than-light travel. As more & more information filled her head, she could feel things she used to know being crowded out to make room for the Lowardians' – for her people's training. Finally, Kim's head had all it could take as she lapsed into unconsciousness.

Warhok smiled as the readout on the screen of the Metamorphotron showed that the process was going normally. In a few hours the human's restructuring would be complete. In the meantime, Warmonga proposed that they could pass the time by overseeing the invasion of this pitiful planet. Smiling, Warhok agreed, leaving the chamber alongside his battlemate. Never would she suspect that she were anything more than a Lowardian.
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Warkimga's hand trembled with anticipation as she descended upon the warzone that once was the town of Middleton. This was her big chance to prove herself to be a worthy recruit of the Lowardian army. Something about the sights before her stirred something foggy in her head, but she dismissed this as the plasma cannon built into her Lowardian attack skiff charged up a shot.

She was a Lowardian. She knew no fear or hesitation. Her people would conquer this pitiful planet as surely as they had all those preceding it.