Chapter 4

Waking up from his bed was a blue-haired man with a scar over his right eye who went by the name of Jellal Fernandes. He turned off his alarm clock that woke him up. Jellal looked at the year of the calendar that read Apr. 15, 2217. Looking at his clock, Jellal saw that it was 7:00 in the morning.

The area that Jellal lived in was in South Brooklyn, New York. He turned on all the lights in his room, from his fish tank, lava lamp and TV. The job that Jellal had to get by in life was nothing more than a simple cab driver.

A while back, Jellal use to work as a soldier of the elite special forces unit of the Federated Army. Jellal was considered the best of the best of the soldiers that he held the rank of Captain. The reason why he left his old life behind was during a mission when his friends, Milliana, Sho and Wally were all killed when they were trying to stop a terrorist who took people hostage in a government building.

In the chaos, a terrorist had set up a bomb to go off in 10 minutes. When the terrorist had torn off the wires to keep Jellal and his team from dismantling the bomb, Milliana, Sho and Wally took the bomb with them on a helicopter to get far away from the civilians as quickly as possible, with one minute to spare. Jellal try to stop them, only to no avail as he watched his friends die as the helicopter exploded.

Blaming himself for what happen, Jellal couldn't bear the thought of losing anymore friends that he decided to retire from the army and settled for a job as a cab driver. All he had left of his friends was a picture of them together and a Milliana's pet cat named Toby.

Hearing his phone ring as he fed Toby some food, Jellal answered it. "Yes. Can I help you?"

"Jellal, it's me. Aquarius."

"Aquarius, it's been a while," Jellal said to her. "To what do I owe to an old fried I haven't seen in a while."

"Well, for one, are you still working as a cab driver?" Aquarius asked.

"What do you think?" Jellal asked with a rhetorical question.

Figuring that Jellal still hasn't gotten over the death of his friends from 2 years ago, Aquarius replied, "Seriously, Jellal, you need to put the past behind you. I'm sorry for what happen back then, but there's nothing you could have done to stop them. They made their choice."

"It still feels like I've killed them," Jellal told her. "Anyhow, enough about me. How are things between you and Scorpius?"

"Oh, things are going real good," Aquarius replied, sounding as happy as a school girl. "In fact, yesterday he proposed to me and I said yes. We're getting married."

"That's fantastic news, Aquarius," said Jellal. "I'm really happy for the both of you. I'll be sure to be there when you send the invitations to your wedding."

"I'll be sure to keep you updated on that," Aquarius informed him. "Seriously, though. You sure you won't come back to the army. Driving a cab is more of a setback in your career. I mean this seriously doesn't sound like you."

"Believe me, it really does sound like me," Jellal said to her. "We'll talk later. I got to get to work. Can't keep my customers stuck in traffic."

"Later, Jellal." Jellal hung the phone up as he got dressed up in his casual clothing for work.

Turning on the TV, Jellal saw it was in the middle of a commercial. Two young teenage girls were speaking in the commercial.

"Do you ever feel like all the products you're buying are not making you feel stylish enough?"

"Are the hair products you buy give you that feeling where you feel so dull?"

"Well, look no further from the Sky Sisters Co. With our products, you'll find yourself feeling pretty, stylish and up your game. So, don't just sit there. Buy from the Sky Sisters because with our products, your looks will be guaranteed.

"Also, don't forget to miss us on TV as well, because this week we will be the judges for the upcoming beauty pageant. And if you're there, at the pageant, we will give away our products for free. Hope to see you all there."

Jellal shook his head since he wasn't the type of guy into these kinds of things. He just didn't understand why woman would go so far just to look beautiful when they were fine the way they are. Jellal happen to notice Toby laying on the bed watching the TV.

"Don't watch TV all day, Toby," Jellal informed the cat. "It'll rot your brain."

After finishing drinking his cup of coffee, Jellal opened his door to head on out. What caught him by surprise was when he found a large gun pointed at him by a thief who went by the name Bickslow. Jellal didn't seem that worried about Bickslow, since he could tell this guy didn't have the guts to shoot from how he was shaking and sweating.

"Give me the cash!" Bickslow demanded nervously. "Hand it over now or I'll shoot!"

Grinning at the thief, Jellal said, "Is that a Z-140 you have in your possession? By the looks of it, it's an alleviated titanium brand, model type neurocharged assault. You must be a complete idiot to want to shoot me with a weapon that's not even loaded."

"What do you mean it's not loaded?" Bickslow questioned, still shaking. "Of course, it's loaded."

Jellal chuckled a bit. "You're not much of a gun expert, are you? If you knew how the Z-140 worked, you should know you're supposed to press the yellow button to load it."

Noticing the yellow button that was glowing, Bickslow made an attempt to bush the button, but kept on hesitating. He could brag on about shooting Jellal, but there was the fact he was afraid to do it since he never killed anybody in his life. For Bickslow, he figured this would be an easy job to pull and thought the guy would surrender his money if there was a gun pointed at him.

"If you're going to shoot me, I would expect it to be today, my friend," Jellal told Bickslow. "Am I sensing a little fear in you?"

"Shut up and give me the cash or else I will load this weapon!" Bickslow bellowed, twitching. "Don't screw with me!"

"I don't intend to," Jellal replied, pulling his own gun out. "However, the next time you rob somebody, you better make sure next time they're not ex-military."

Unable to even pull the trigger and seeing the look on Jellal's face that says he's killed before, Bickslow realized he had no choice but to surrender the Z-140.

Taking the Z-140 away from Bickslow and stashing it into a pile of illegal weapons he kept confiscated, Jellal said, "A wise decision you made, my friend. The Z-140 is a dangerous gun that shouldn't be handled by civilians. I'll tell you what. Why don't we forget this all happened and I let you go? Does that sound good?"

Backing away and still shaking as he smiled, Bickslow responded, "Yeah. Good. Whatever. I'll pretend I never met you and you pretend you never met me. As for the gun, go ahead and keep it. I don't need it." Once the craziness was over, Bickslow left the building quickly.

"Very bright fellow, that one," Jellal admitted as he left his apartment to get started on his job.

Heading to the garage where all the cars were kept in the apartment complex, Jellal opened the door to his cab and entered his license. The cab identified his ID and said, "Welcome on board, Mr. Fernandes. Did you have a nice sleep?"

"Not exactly," Jellal told the cab. "Had another nightmare relieving that same day my friend died."

"You have five points left on your license," the cab verified.

Jellal sighed, knowing that wasn't a good sign. "Thanks for reminding me."

"Have a nice day."

"Right," Jellal complied.

The garage door opens that reveals the huge city of New York in the 23rd century. Jellal rides his car off into the city, unaware of the events that were transpiring.


After what happened with General Juvia Lockser and her entire fleet, Makarov had everyone leave his office, with only Sister Carla and a few military officers remaining in the room.

Carla gets out a book that contained ancient manuscripts, who were drawn by Mest Gryder from 300 years ago. She placed the book containing the manuscripts in front of President Makarov.

"We have 48 hours," Carla told the President. "That's the length time this entity needs to adapt itself to our living conditions."

"And then?" Makarov asked.

"And then it will be too late," Carla added. "The goal of this thing is not to fight over money or power… but to exterminate life. All forms of life."

"So, what you're telling me, Sister, is that there's nothing that can stop this," Makarov presumed, feeling a sense of hope lost.

"No," Carla answered. "There is only one thing. The Mondoshawans have in their possession the only weapon to defeat evil." She opened the book to show Makarov and the military officers. "These are the four elements gathered around a fifth. The Fifth Element is a supreme being… the ultimate warrior that is created to protect life. Together, they produce what the ancients call "The Light of Creation", which is able to bring life to the farthest reaches of the universe.

"However, if evil stands there, the light will turn to darkness. Which also means, everything the creates life… will create death… forever."

Hearing all of this began to scare the president and the three military officers. They just hoped that whatever weapon the Mondoshawan's possessed, will prove a big help and do something about this evil entity.

Getting a transmission from the soldiers on his headgear communicator, Captain Rogue Cheney spoke. "Mr. President, there's a Mondoshawan spaceship at the frontier requesting permission to enter our territory."

Knowing they're going to need all the help they can get, Makarov replied, "Give it permission to enter our territory with our warmest regards."

Carla sighed with relief. "Thank you, Mr. President."

Contacting the Mondoshawan's, Rogue said, "Permission to enter granted."


In space, the Mondoshawan's waited as Earth lowered its shield, allowing them to enter through. When it came to entering Earth's territory, most life forms would enter feeling welcomed. That's not to say all life forms on Earth shared that same hospitality.

Passing through Earth's shield, the Mondoshawan ship found itself being hounded by three ships from hostile forces. The one leading the two ships was an emotionless green-haired woman who wore a coat with nothing else on than her bra, panties and sandals. The name of this woman was Brandish, who was an assassin for hire, who was working for corrupt corporate executive by the name of Brain. They made it their job to make sure the Mondoshawan's never deliver the weapon that was supposed to destroy this evil entity.

"Sorry, metal heads," Brandish said to herself. "Nothing against you, but a girl's got to get paid in what she does."

Looking on the scanners, the Mondoshawan's saw hostile forces coming their way.

Closing in on the Mondoshawan ship, Brandish and her forces opened fired, hitting the ship with missiles. The Mondoshawan's try to put up their shields, but their ship already sustained too much damage for the shield to be powered up.

Flying back around, Brandish and her forces then opened fired, launching their torpedoes at the main controls of the ship. With the main controls taking out, the Mondoshawan ship began to swerve out of control and headed straight for a moon, crashing into it and destroying everyone on board.


Seeing what just happened, Carla sat in her chair with shock, finding it hard to get the words out. "No. This can't be happening. That was our only hope left and now it's gone."

Getting a hold of the soldiers of the ships the destroyed the Mondoshawan's on board, General Gajeel Redfox gave his report to Makarov. "Mr. President, the attack was launched by two unregistered warships."

Realizing someone wants this evil entity to destroy life, Makarov knew he couldn't afford to take any risks. "Close all boarders and declare a state of general alert. Try to make contact on the Mondoshawan's planet. We owe them an explanation."

"Yes, sir," Gajeel nodded, getting to work on that.

Carla sat in her chair feeling a sense of dread, knowing there was no hope left to destroy evil. "We endured to pass on our knowledge for 300 years and it was all for nothing."

Placing his arm on Carla's right shoulder, Makarov said, "Sister, I think it's best you go home and get some rest."

"Go home?" Carla questioned. "I can't just go home if you're going to contact the Mondoshawan's. I need to stay here and speak to them…"

"I'm sorry, Sister, but this is government business now," Makarov told her. "I promise to keep you inform if they require your presence."

Seeing as she had no say in the matter, Carla realized she had little choice left as she left Makarov's office to head straight on home. Still, she was worried on what state the universe will be in now that their only hope had been destroyed.

Approaching Makarov with some news, Gajeel reported in. "The rescue team has reported from the Mondoshawan crash site."

"Are there any survivors?" Makarov asked.

"Only one," Gajeel confirmed.