A/N: Hello, readers! Rainstorm24 here once again, and I'm here to give you a brand new story! If you look at my profile, you will see that I wrote a number of Percy Jackson stuff that I stopped on; this is because I felt that they were going nowhere and I was having trouble with them. Don't expect them to come back again soon; it'll take a while to see what I have to fix. Anyway, enjoy, readers! ALLONS-Y!
Part 1: The Guardian's Fall to Earth
Hello! My name is the Guardian, and this is my story. I'm not really good at telling stories, though, I'm better at solving problems, but you could say this is a way of solving one. Sorry, ignore that last part for now. It'll all make sense eventually. Anyway, as I said, I'm the Guardian, and I'm an alien from the planet Zephyron, in the constellation of Tetrabor, and I'm 137 years old. My people are what you would call conquerors. We go around the galaxy capturing innocent planets and alien races for the expansion of our empire.
I know it sounds bad, but I'm not done yet. I'm the Guardian not because I agree with them, not because I fight to expand or just to conquer; I fight to defend. I fight to defend the good in the universe, and I can only do so because I have my special spacecraft known as the STREADS, which stands for Space-Time Rider and Earth Attack Defense System. It can travel through space and time, is bigger on the inside, and was built solely by myself because my main haunt was the planet Earth.
This is where my story actually began. It all started on a clear night, a night like no other, a night where I met my first accomplice, Austin Marsh. He was only 13 when I fell, nearly crushing him under the STREADS. I pushed against the door and stumbled out, coughing and sweeping the dust off my jeans. "Jeez, I have got to adjust the impact blockers. I felt that a bit. Just multiply it by a factor of three, and I should be fine." Then, I noticed Austin to my left. I waved, gesturing him for him to come to me.
"Hey, kid! I've got a question for you; where and when am I?" I asked. Austin stuttered as he answered, obviously confused and amazed by what just happened.
"Y-you're i-i-in W-Washington D.C., i-in the y-year 2020." Austin said. I clapped my hands and turned to the STREADS before turning my attention back to Austin.
"Great! I missed by a year. Honestly, I've actually done worse, but, hey. What can you do? Anyway, who are you?" I said, opening the door to the STREADS and pulling him inside. He stopped at the doorway, confused and amazed by what he was seeing. "What? What is it" I asked him, not accustomed to carrying human associates with me.
"This place… I-it's bigger on the inside!" He exclaimed. He slowly walked up the iron-grated walkway up to where I lied down under the control panel, working to adjust the impact blockers.
"Yeah, but I don't think that matters right now. Are you going to answer me or what?" I asked. He nodded and answered as he looked around.
"My name's Austin Marsh and I'm 13 years old. Give me a second, please." He said, rushing outside to look at the outer structure of the STREADS. The STREADS's outer structure was designed so that it camouflaged into its surroundings, and right now it looked like a large, uneven boulder. He rushed back into the STREADS and stopped in his tracks to take it all in.
I had finished adjusting the impact blockers by that time, so I rose to my feet and walked over to him, fully inspecting him. He was about an inch shorter than I was, about 5'8'' and I was about 5'9''. He had a tanned skin and floppy black hair which hang lazily on his head. He was dressed in a hoodie, a simple T-Shirt, and jeans, just like I was. "Oh! I forgot something!" I exclaimed, having forgotten to introduce myself. "Hello! I'm the Guardian. Pleased to meet you."
I extended a single hand for him to shake, and he took it and shook it heartily. "Hello, Guardian. Is that all you can tell me? That your name is the Guardian? Can you at least tell me where you are from, what species you are, what this… thing… is, and anything else I should know?" Austin said.
"Ooh! Feisty! I like that!" I said. Austin looked at me weirdly, but didn't say another word, so I continued on.
"All right, I'm just going to answer your earlier question; I'm a 137 year old alien from a planet known as Zephyron, in the constellation of Tetrabor. My people are… conquerors. We go around the galaxy conquering what we call inferior species, and we use their planets for our own gain. But, I'm not like them. I'm a renegade, a believer of the fact that all species should be allowed a chance to evolve and grow. I defend the species that need me, and I help them last long enough to develop past their need of me. I've only been able to start doing so recently, because I was stuck on my planet for so long because it takes about 120 years to complete our learning.
"Anyway, my people are… different. We have the most brilliant minds of the universe, or at least of the known universe, and we have a few special abilities up our sleeves. We can do two main things; invent a weapon out of anything, which can come in handy in many different places. But, our main power is sort of like cheating death. We have the power to regenerate our bodies and heal the cells before we die. However, the outburst of energy that occurs because of this can kill anything around me that isn't careful, and it changes my form. I can change gender, change my appearance, anything. But, it can't change my mind." I finished my speech there, leaving time for Austin to take it all in. After about a minute of silence, he started talking again.
"Wow. That's… pretty confusing. That's about half of my question; tell me about this thing." Austin replied. I nodded and went into my usual explanation.
"This thing is the STREADS. The STREADS is a vessel that can travel through space and time. Its name is actually an acronym which stands for Space-Time Rider and Earth Alien Defense System. I built it for the sole purpose in aiding me in my defense of Earth. It can travel anywhere through space and time, is bigger on the inside, and uses a sort of camouflage to fit into its surroundings. Anything else you want to know?" I said.
"Is there anything else I should know?" Austin replied. I thought for a moment, but there was nothing that seemed important at the time. I shook my head and got to what I really wanted to say.
"Okay, I just have to skip forwards another year in time. You should probably get off right now and forget about me. Or not. Your choice. Just don't tell anyone about me; if anyone asks, I don't exist. Okay?" I said, making him look me in the eyes as he answered.
"Okay." He said. He headed for the door and, right as he stepped out, the door closed behind him and I snapped my fingers, activating the STREADS.
"All right, sweetie. Let's get cracking!" I said, going to work on the controls. I pulled some levers and moved in what looked to an outsider to be an intricate dance, but was just really me going in a circle hitting buttons and flicking switches as I had seen fit. At the very end of my figurative dance, I pulled one large lever and hung onto the edge, just barely staying on. In about a second, the impact of the landing had hit and I was thrown into a chair nearby.
"Wow, I still need to fix that! I'll do it later." I said. Probably shouldn't have done that, because it proved to be important later. Anyway, I stumbled out of the STREADS again and I found Austin standing there. "Hey! You're still here! What year is it?"
Austin was taller this time. He was about an inch taller than I was, now, and wore practically the same outfit, but a bit larger. "2021. You didn't miss." He said. His face was ashen and his voice was sullen.
"What? What is it?" I asked. He looked past me and gestured towards the STREADS.
"Can we talk in there? I'd feel safer then." He told me. I nodded, and we walked over to the STREADS's door, which I opened with a snap. I gestured for him to go before me, and I entered and closed the door. I walked over to him while he stood by the control panel, and gestured for him to take a seat.
"All right, what is it?" I asked.
He looked up towards the ceiling, blew air out of his mouth exasperatedly, and then answered. "Okay, in the year that you were gone, a group of self-proclaimed aliens known as the Whisperers came to Earth and took over. They killed countless innocents to show their power, and they assaulted the capitals of the Earth. They took over without a fight to try to preserve lives, but it was pointless. Now, they rule the world in an iron grip and set the people to do their menial labor, moving people to their planet every month. They've been here for about nine months now. All tries to fight back have failed horribly." I listened intently, and as I did I formulated a plan in my mind to get rid of them.
"All right!" I said, after about a minute of silence that I spent thinking, "I know how we can fix this now." I said. I jumped to my feet, and ran for the control panel. "We're going to the rebels. The STREADS can find them. I can help." I said, babbling. Austin looked at me like I was crazy and followed me around the control panel as I flicked the appropriate switches.
"What? Don't you know what happens when people try to stand up to the Whisperers? They get destroyed!" Austin cried out. I turned to him, and with the strongest conviction, said only one sentence before I finished my work.
"What's the point in having some power if you can't do anything good with it?"
A/N: Now, how was that? Not so bad if I do say so myself. Again, R&R, comment, tell me what you think! See you next time when the Guardian falls to Earth again.
