This was a world where mutants rules. The President has the ability to persuade most people to do his bidding, the head judge has to tell the ability to tell good from bad accurately, and the chief police has the ability to tell whether a person is lying. This is a world where normal humans where considered as a freak. Welcome to the year 2105.
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"There's no limit to the paperwork a government must sign and check, is there?" The President sighed from his comfortable chair in his outrageously designed office that desperately needs a interior designer to check.
"Indeed there isn't, Mr. President," replied his skinny aide faithfully, passing on more paperwork for him to sign.
"Couldn't we employ a Speed Writer?" The short and fat President asked.
"After the last Writer came, we agreed not to employ another, sir," his aide reminded him.
"Ah, indeed. The last one turned my office into a rubbish dump," The President replied. "How about a Time Stopper? I would have more time for air golf then," He said with glee.
"After being stucked in time for a day since the last one came?" his aide shuddered.
"Yes, yes, no more Stoppers. I missed episode 45,324 of The Simpsons. The TV station has to send over a copy for me. How embarrassing," The President sniffed.
"Exactly, sir," His aide nodded his head, "I was unable to go home and got an earful from my wife the next day."
The President sighed and continued signing, signing, signing.
An hour and a half later, the paperwork for the day was finally finished. The President was able to go for his air golf game, which includes an anti-gravity room, an titanium ball and holes located in the walls of the room. His aide's job was to carry his clubs (which weighs nothing in the room), and to cheer the President on. He was frequently heard saying, "One more stroke, Mr. President!" or "Good shot sir! I myself could not do better!" or "Do you want some water, Mr. President?"
Suddenly, the head director of astronomy barged into the room. "Thank my lucky star! I know I will find you in here if not in the office!" He said in a high and squeaky voice.
"What is it, director Lewis?" The President knew that Lewis, whose ability is to memorize every star he came across in the sky, would not interrupt his game of air golf just to tell him that a star was bigger than the rest in the sky.
"A space vehicle was sighted in our airspace. We are unable to make contact and by the look of things, they are trying to land." He said breathlessly.
The President turned white with nervousness, and opened and closed his mouth like a fish.
"Then we must be there and bring a squad of troops in. Proceed with the utmost caution," The President's aide said with all the authority he can muster, which isn't much.
The trio exited the golf room. The director called the head of army, Sergeant Cliff, to prepare a squad of troops. The President's aide went to put the golf clubs and titanium ball away, all the while puffing under the weight of the heavy ball. The President retired to his own room to hide in case it was an invasion, and told Lewis to inform him of the latest updates.
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The silver spaceship, with streaks of gold painted artfully onto it, looks so harmless that the troops gathered did not feel very nervous. But neither has it made any sign of connection and that was suspicious.
"HQ. This is Sergeant Cliff. I do not like the looks of things. Please send in three more squads as standby. Over," Sergeant Cliff said crisply to his second in command.
"Request acknowledged. Three more squads moving in as standby. Over," The sergeant's second in command, Ralph, replied.
"And please go to the President's bedroom and ask the President to come to landing site. If they are friendly, the President should be here to greet them. Over and out," Sergeant Cliff barked over the howling wind that was caused by the landing of the new spaceship.
In the silence that followed the landing of the mysterious craft, a few coughs could be heard issuing from the troops.
"Stand to attention!" Sergeant Cliff, whose ability is immeasurable stamina, barked to the troops.
The door to the spacecraft suddenly crashed open. The troops whipped their head in the direction of the sound and was either relieved or surprised to see not muscular thugs but old men so unstable they need walking sticks to help them walk.
Or so it seems.
Unknown to them, four more spacecraft, under cloaks of invisibility, have arrived behind them. This was so cunningly done that even Sergeant Cliff was taken by surprise. By the time he understood what was happening, the old men has pulled off their disguises and fired off shots from weapons hidden in the walking stick. The troops begun repelling the unwanted guests, a quarter of their numbers shot or injured by the five groups of enemies acting as one.
"Calling reinforcement troops! Enemies are hitting us hard! Repeat, calling all troops on standby!" Sergeant Cliff screamed into the walkie-talkie, all the while returning fire.
The squads that Sergeant Cliff ordered to be on standby stealthily appeared behind the enemies and managed to kill some before the enemies troops became wise to the reinforcement that arrived.
The bloodbath that followed was an indescribable one. Though outnumbered, the troops are mainly made up of Warriors, Archers, Scouts and Moleculists. They have the ability of brute strength, keen sight, sharp hearing and able to change molecules respectively. Due to the training by Sergeant Cliff, the Scouts and Archer were able to provide coordinates for the Warriors, while the Moleculists changed the surrounding of the enemies.
The enemy troops are made up of an assortment of Pyros, Frosts, Moleculists, Warriors and Shape Shifters. They have the ability to conjure fire, ice, change the surroundings, brute strength and to transform into shapes nigh impossible. The strange thing was that each ship holds only one kind of troops.
Enemy troops have the advantage of numbers, but the Earthlings have the benefit of training and technology. Designer Robert, the chief technician of Earth provided the troops with a new prototype of gun called the Pulse Gun before they assembled for the strange craft. It shoots out a mixture of air, water and electricity that comes in pulse so enemies would be disorientated by the shock they felt in them. The gun was designed like a banana so that the pulse can have a distance of two kilometers.
The invaders were driven back to the ships and the remaining enemy troops scurried back in, no doubt giving up the invasion. Before leaving, however, the craft that carries the troops disguise as old men threw down a memory chip through a broken window. The remaining Earthlings kept up their steady fire to keep them from doing a U-turn and smash back into them. At long last, the invaders were well and truly out of sight.
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The memory chip was painstakingly discussed before any actions were taken. Some of the members of the High Order of Law Enforcement (HOLE), including the chief police, head judge and the President (though the President did this in fear of hypnosis), decided that the chip might contain a virus that may corrupt all the computers on Earth. The others, including the President's aide, sergeant Cliff and director Lewis support the idea of collecting the chip. After great consideration, five of the best clairvoyants on Earth were called upon to check out the near future for any signs of a major event. But apart from a bad case of flu in the city, nothing seems wrong.
The members of HOLE gathered around the computer, eagerly waiting for the president to insert the chip into a secured computer. Sergeant Cliff impatiently snatched the chip from the relived President and fit it into the computer. Nothing happened for a few moments, than lines after lines of ever changing numbers appeared on the screen. The president moaned and stamped about like a spoilt child while the rest impassively stared on the screen, trying to ignore the President's childish fit.
Suddenly the numbers altered into a wrinkled face of a green being, and the President squealed, then coughed in a bid to cover his embarrassment. The being has big, intelligent and very angry eyes, a long and crooked nose and a snarling mouth. Every sentence of his seems to end with a sneer as if he wants everyone to feel inferior to him, and his entire face shook when he spoke.
"Greeting, you bunch of unintelligent four limbs monkeys. I am Commander Zagabu of the galaxy Xenon-75. On behalf of the planets of Pyro, Frost, Moleculist, Warrior and Shape Shifter, I declare war on your planet." Commander Zagabu sneered. The scene behinds him shows the earthling that this is a live meeting.
All except for Sergeant Cliff, the members of HOLE gasped so loudly with shock that they nearly missed the Commander next sentence.
"Though unintelligent, you should all be aware of the fact that except for your planet, every galaxy in the whole outer space has their own race and surroundings. This simple fact draws our highly intelligent mind to your planet," he sneered, "Day after day, night after night, we pondered over the matter of how your planet could support so many different species and races while others could only hold one? At long last, I think I have a solution to this matter. Your planet holds the Star of Eons." He finished with a flourish and stared at then earthlings, expecting a reaction of some kind. All that met him were blank stares and the whimpering of the President.
"Surely you're not as unintelligent as I think you are?" Zagabu gasped loudly, his big glossy eyes opened so big that it was at risk of popping out. "The Star is considered the third most scared object in the whole outer space. It is said, or we theorized that it is the object that carries all our genes and who possess it is able to create creatures of a certain race and annihilate any other race across the universe."
"Troops of the planet Pyros, Frosts, Moleculists, Warriors and Shape Shifters have already declared war on Earth to claim back the Star. One week from now, our assembled troops will charge planet Earth to obtain what is rightfully ours. We will accept no attempts at parley," he said in reply to the earthlings widening eyes and gaping mouth as they tried to digest what was being told to them, "or any ridiculous attempts to stop us. You have been warned, one week."
The screen promptly shorted out and smoke billowed out as the computer overheated from the strain of continuing this inter-galactic conversation...