Dren
"Do you really think this will work?" Dren asked Sardon, as they sat at the top of one of his favourite buildings. They could see so much from here, it was easily one of the tallest buildings in the human city.
"It must. We've used up our last resort to get here, and our last resources to try to fix our planet. If this doesn't work, the Cyniclons will go extinct on a planet that isn't even truly ours." Sardon told him, as always, matter of factly, as his gaze drifted over the human city.
"We lost last time, and we had Deep Blue." Dren reminded his older friend, leaning back intending to see the brilliant night sky but -what did humans call it?- light pollution (?) made that impossible. He loved the night sky, and fully intended to show his Kitten it from the best places on earth.
"Yes, and our numbers were inferior. We had half what they had, we were winging it as we went no clear plan in place most of the time. " Sardon sighed and sat beside his younger, worrisome friend and partner in this expedition. "This time, we know what we're up against, and we have the surprise advantage of having more people than they expect and we'll have it for the first attack. The odds are stacked in our favor. " Sardon slowly explained to the warrior, looking around. He hated what humans had done to his planet, and he knew it'd take time and a lot of work to restore it to its former glory.
"I suppose." Dren sighed and finally sat back up, looking down to see the cars driving erratically fast down the roads to point that they were simply a blur of color.
"And we have a plan." Sardon smiled and rippled out of their hideaway spot, no doubt off to review the plan once more before going through with it.
"Kidnap Zoey." Dren spoke the simple plan out loud, unsure if he could do this. He'd tried once before, crazed with watching her with Mark and go all soft eyed around him.
"Zoey is not only their most powerful one, but also their leader. Providing we can do this properly and successfully, we will wound them significantly." Draman, Sardon's hand chosen partner to come alone, spoke up from his computer. "We should at that point kill her, however providing Dren can control the mew that will not prove necessary." Draman stood, carrying over a tablet like device. "To successfully kidnap Zoey, we will all individually distract the others. Tarb will take Bridget, if you can lure her further away from any water, her powers weaken. I will take on Renee, and if I can get her near water her powers weaken. Sardon will take Corina, and keep her close to the ground as possible, underground if possible. Ajin will take Kiki, kiki while being the weakest doesn't seem to be affected by her environment as the others are. Dren and Cholli will go after Zoey." Draman read off his little device and then looked to Sardon, after all, he'd been here before.
"That seems efficient. We will go out at Earth's dawn." Sardon smiled proudly at his chosen side and rippled out of the room. Slowly each of the others did as well, leaving Dren and Tarb alone.
"This is wrong. They're our friends." Tarb sighed and laid on his back on the floor, looking up at... nothing.
"No, they're our enemies." Dren sighed, and rippled away, leaving Tarb alone as he went to his room. He looked around at the bare room, even though he had more than most of his people had. A large blanket that kept him warm at night, with a large pillow, and a comfortable bed. A small closet with a few days worth of clothes in it, and enough soap to bathe everyday for years if he choose. His people needed him to succeed this time. This time, it didn't matter.
It didn't matter that she was his kitten, or that he loved her. There was no Deep Blue, and there wasn't another option. If this didn't succeed, his planet and his people were doomed to hellish conditions until they couldn't fight them anymore, and became extinct. This time, it truly was Humans or Cyniclons, with no possible other option.
"Kitten." Dren sighed, and laid on his bed, unsure that he really could attack his kitten.