Wraith pieces and mist control.

Note: This short story is based upon "Bob", and "Greg" as young wraithlings on their hive. I know everyone has different views on family bloodlines within wraith, and I see these two as being related, possibly brothers. Enjoy. ^^

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Purple and blue lights illuminate the game room, and loud-minded adult wraith telepathically talk amongst themselves while playing a betting game. Wraithlings are not allowed, but two male wraith children sneak into the games room anyway while the adults are busy. Both wraithlings have shoulder length white hair, tied back with black laces, and lack any tattoos. They both sit down at an empty table and begin a game of wraith and lanteans in the corner, away from the older wraith. It isn't long before the youngest of the two is losing his temper and accusing his older sibling of cheating.

~You may look like father, but you have the personality of mother.~ Greg grinned, pushing away one of Bob's wraith pieces with his lantean.

Bob bared his teeth as he looked upon his fallen wraith piece.

~That was cheating.~ He growled, glaring back up at Greg.

~Sure it was. Or maybe you do not know how to play this game properly.~ Greg grinned.

~Take that back.~ Bob growled, squeezing a wraith piece in his hand.

~Or what?~ Greg leaned back into his chair, smiling.

~Or...,~ Bob thought for a moment. ~...or I will tell mother that you have been playing with hive ship controls!~

~Mother is too busy with this conflict that is going on with the ancients to even care,~ Greg replied before pushing another wraith piece from the board. ~Ha. You really are a bad player!~

In an instant, Greg was thrown back onto the floor by Bob, and held down as a Lantean piece was being shoved into his mouth. The adult wraith still too busy with their own games, were oblivious to the wraithlings bickering.

~Get off of me,~ Greg kicked him off, spitting out the lantean piece. ~Besides, you are the one that has been fooling around with the controls.~

~So,~ Bob replied, getting up from the floor. ~It is obvious that mother prefers me over you. She will believe me if I tell her you are doing it.~

~Probably,~ Greg sighed. He held out his hand to help his brother, but was refused. Greg shook his head. ~Do you ever smile?~

Bob ignored him for a moment, putting the lantean piece back onto the board.

~Yes,~ Bob replied. ~In matter of fact, let me show you what I have been doing with the controls.~

Bob motioned for Greg to follow and he did. They went down long, misty corridors, past the commander quarters, through the worshiper levels, and finally to the levels where the drones resided when they were off-duty.

~What is so fun about playing with the controls on the drone levels?~ Greg shook his head.

~Why the iratus do you think I brought you here?~ Bob rolled his eyes. ~To show you, you idiot.~

Greg ignored the insult and they finally entered the small control room, which monitored the temperature and mist control of the drone levels.

~Wow,~ Greg said, sarcastically.

~Wow, what?~ Bob replied, activating the control panel.

~You must really be bored if you are fooling around with this.~ Greg laughed.

~Shut your face,~ Bob glared. ~Now watch this.~

With a hit of a few buttons, the monitor above turned on to show the drone recreation room. Bob glanced over at Greg with grin before pressing a sequence of buttons which activated the mist control for the drone recreation room. Soon, the entire recreation room was filled with an overflowing thick mist, causing some of the drones to cough and wave their hands in an attempt to clear out the overflowing mist. Bob snorted as he pressed another sequence of buttons, which caused the recreation room to be uncomfortably hot. The drones finally unable to stay in the room ran out, and Bob laughed at their expense through the monitor.

~You should be nicer to the drones,~ Greg raised an eyeridge. ~They might not be as smart as us, but they are important to the hive.~

~How about I shove you into a pile of their dirty armor instead?~ Bob snapped.

Greg shook his head before turning away, but a hard boot suddenly hit him on the back of the head as he approached the door. It was Bob's hard boot, to be exact.

~Ow! I am telling father,' Greg rubbed his head, kicking the boot out of the way with his foot. ~At least he understands me...~

~Hey look,~ Bob said looking at the computer monitor, completely ignoring Greg's last comment. ~Worshippers!~

Greg turned his head around and smiled. ~Really?~

~Yes, really,~ Bob rolled his eyes. ~I have also been re-wiring the computer to see if I can spy on the other levels of the hive. I figured no one would notice that I have been playing with the system on the drone level.~

Greg walked over to the computer screen. He was secretly curious about the humans. Especially since there weren't many wraith females on their hive, but plenty of human females. He saw on the screen the female worshippers giggling in the worshipper recreation room. One of them giggled as a tall, dark male figure appeared, his head was facing away from the monitor but he was obviously wraith. Suddenly, the dark figure wraith turned around to show a familiar face on the monitor. He was playing with the human females in a way that some wraith would disapprove of. Bob and Greg both looked at each other in shock.

~Father?!~