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Chapter 10: Blood on the Battlefield

The last person Michael ever expected to see on the battlefield was Liz, especially in the condition she was in. The second he saw her, he felt his heart fall out of his chest. She was coated in blood, her body burned and covered in deep gashes. She was dying and there wasn't a thing he could do about it. The odd thing was, she wasn't there asking for his help, she was there to help him. She was pointing at something behind him.

He turns quickly, just as one of his Captain's lunges forward with an energy blade. Michael steps to the side as the blade cuts through the air. However, this spontaneous maneuver was calculated by the soldier as he tackles Michael to the ground. Michael lands on his back, with the Captain on top of him.

Michael smiles causing the Captain to look with confusion, "Do you always smile when you're about to die?"

Michael places one hand on the handle of the energy blade and the other on the Captains chest. "No, I only smile when someone has just screwed themselves."

"I'm on top, this gives me the advantage in a knife fight," the soldier gloats.

"For any other soldier that would be true, but I'm no ordinary soldier," Michael smiles wickedly.

Michael's hand begins to glow brightly. The soldier looks down at his hand in panic and then back up at Michael, "No!"

A loud explosion rings out as the man flies off Michael and lands on his back yards away. As quick as lightning, Michael is back on his feet with the soldier's blade in hand. The now disoriented Captain slowly sits up as Michael charges at full speed with blade in hand. Michael swings his blade which slams it into the Captains chest. The Captain grunts loudly in pain. His eyes go wide and then close.

Once he goes limp, his body slowly shrivels into a pile of dust, just like Nesado's body did back in Roswell.

"Shape shifter, which can only mean. . .," Michael looks up and spots the man he expected to see on the battlefield, Nicholas.

"It just wouldn't be treason without that son of a bitch, but how did Liz know about it?" Michael thinks to himself. "Oh my god Liz!" Michael turns around to where she had been standing only to find that she was no longer there. In fact there was no evidence to prove she had ever been there.

"Kill all of Rath's men! Take no prisoners!" yells the now tall Nicholas, who resembles nothing of the Nicholas on earth. Michael turns to face his constant bane to existence and begins to stride forward. As he marches forward he grabs his sword out of the ground where the shape shifter had been laying.

"Nicholas!" Michael yells.

Nicholas, obviously surprised by Michaels' voice, scowls and turns.

"Damn it, so much for hired help," he mutters. He removes his energy blade from his belt and jumps off his hover craft. "Well if it isn't the great General Rathos, or Michael is it?"

An explosion rips into the crowd, launching men in the air. Their screams ring out as the breath is torn from their lungs. However, neither General flinches an inch. It's as if they were oblivious to the battle going on around them. Michael passes through the battle untouched by any soldier. Gunfire and lasers fly in front and over his shoulder. As he marches a soldier screams out in pain and falls to the blood soaked field, but Michael just steps over him.

"I'm going to kill you for this act of treason!" Michael screams.

Nicholas laughs, "My act of treason? Who's the leader of a rebel army, dead set of bringing down their king?"

Michael scowls even more, "Kivar will never be my king."

Nicholas raises his blade out in front of him. "Well, Zan shall never be my king. So I guess we are stuck in a proverbial crossroads. Aren't we?" Michael scowls at the smaller man. "So how are your human bitches? Gotten any kinky interspecies three ways lately?" Nicholas laughs.

"Don't you dare talk about them! You and Kivar have endangered my loved ones for too long. This ends now!" Michael raises his blade outward.

"So be it!" Nicholas yells.

The two men circle each, stalking each other like wolves, each anticipating the others first move. They both swing their energy blades forward and strike the others weapon. The impact causes bright green sparks to fly. They swing again, only to strike the others blades. Nicholas swings low and Michael jumps over it. Michael spins around to block Nicholas's next attack. There moves are fierce and calculated.

Nicholas swings again and strikes Michael's across the face. Michael counters and spins around Nicholas, slicing him across the back. Both men stumble away from each other. Nicholas touches his back as Michael touches the large gash across his face, going from the top of his left eye down to his left cheek.

"You'll pay for that you disgusting half-breed!" Nicholas yells out. Both men growl and charge each other. They crash into each other, locking their blades together. Both men struggle to take control.

"You know what's going on right now? Your family is dead; Zan, Ava, and Vilandra are all lying bloody and burned in the streets. Soon this pathetic moon will fall. In fact you're probably the last living royal!" Nicholas laughs and Michael growls out in anger.

Nicholas lifts his leg up between the two men and kicks Michael backward. Nicholas then swings his blade forward expecting to strike Michael down, only to find that Michael hadn't been throws off guard. In fact Michael was calculating this move as proven by his disengaging his gravity pack and flipping over Nicholas's advance. Nicholas, shocked by this action, turns around extremely slow.

Michael lands on his feet and grabs Nicholas's energy blade wielding arm. With his free hand Michael stabs his blade into Nicholas's stomach. Nicholas's eyes go wide with pain as Michael removes Nicholas's sword from his hand.

"Well guess what? You're going to die too. I hope it was worth it." Michael retorts.

Nicholas gasps and coughs. Michael thrusts Nicholas's blade into the wounded man's chest.

"You've endangered the lives of my men, my family, Maria and Liz for the last time! Enjoy your life in hell," Michael turns the handles on both blades. A loud screech slowly builds as the swords glow bright white. They begin to shake and suddenly a pulse with energy. This large burst of energy launches Nicholas off the blades and into the air. His body slams to the ground and slides to a stop, his chest smoking. He coughs once and rolls his head to the right. He breathes out one last time and his chest falls for the last time.

He had finally done it after years on the battle field; he killed the top General of the enemy. He had killed Nicholas.

Tearing his eyes away from Nicholas's still and smoking body, he looks up at the battle that was still ensuing. The top General might be dead, but the battle was far from over.

Nearby a soldier screams out and falls to the ground. Michael looks down at the Antarian soldier and then up to the face of his friend, Larek.

"Looks like you've been busy," Larek smiles as he points to Nicholas's body.

Michael nods, "Far from over though. Larek, did you see a human girl a second, my Liz from earth?"

Larek looks very confused, "Liz? No, why would she be here?"

Michael shakes his head, "Never mind, look Nicholas said something about Max, Tess, and Isebell already being dead. Could this be true? Was all this just a ploy to distract the group?"

Green and Purple lasers fly through the air, but neither man flinches. Larek thinks for a second, "It could be, would make sense as to why Kivar would break a designated peace day for an all out attack. Want me to look into it?"

An explosion rocks the battlefield as Michael nods, "Could you, I'll help clean things up here."

More explosions and screams are heard in the background.

Larek nods, "Alright. . ."

Larek is interrupted by the sounds of thousands of war cries from behind. The men turn and see hordes of Antarian soldiers rushing over a hill.

"Shit! Larek, go quickly to the base. Iniate plan B."

Larek shakes his head, "But you'll need. . ."

Michael turns quickly, "Go!" Larek turns and runs to an armored transport vehicle as Michael lines his men and prepares them for battle.

Michael raises his blade in the air with one hand, while clutching a riffle with another. "Alright men, we've fought bravely side by side for many years." A purple plasma blast rips into the hillside where the troops were rushing over. "I've been proud to fight with every single one of you." Another mega cannon blast rips into the hillside. "Now I've never lied to any of you before, I'm a straight shooter. No bullshit, no beating around the bush, so I'm not going to start now. This battle will probably be our last. It's become obvious that Kivar has sent his entire army at us. So if we must spill our blood on the battlefield, I say we give them hell before we do!"

All the men burst out into a cheer as the mega cannons from their base, blasting at the approaching attackers. Michael turns around, sword pointed. His men load and raise their riffles. "Steady men, don't fire until you see the black of their eyes. We are following plan B!"

Kivar's army continues to run at them. Screaming and yelling, pointing energy blades and riffles.

Michael glares at them, "Steady men!"

Kivars army moves even closer and begins to fire their riffles while running. None of the lasers even get close to the Rebel army, mostly sailing over their heads. Michael begins to smile,

"Now!" Michael lowers his sword and he and his men lay flat on their stomachs. Suddenly rapid laser fire begins to rip across the ground and through Kivar's men.

Suddenly, Rebel Battle Vortex's screech across the sky, blocking out the sun with their numbers. Their green lasers rip through the men like machine gun fire. Hundreds of the approaching men are hit and fall to the ground. Their leader is in front with his Energy blade pointed forward, dust flying in the air where green plasma lasers strike the ground. Suddenly the leader is struck in the chest by a green laser causing it burst's open. He falls to the ground without a scream along with several of his men.
The large army stops in confusion, without a leader they were lost. None of them were trained to fight on their own. Men begin firing into the air at the Vortex's, while other soldiers look around for someone to give them orders.

Another Vortex flies over head and fires a missile into the mob. The explosion disintegrates a few of the men, while launching others. Parts and blood rain down on the confused men. The men begin to rush around, most back the other direction they came. The braver ones shout orders that go unheard and continue to fight. Michael and his men stand and charge the now much smaller group of men. Michael and his men crash into Kivars braver few.

Men fall from both sides as the battle rages on. The retreating men rush up the hill they came over. One of the faster deserters reaches the top first. Once at the top he freezes eyes wide with fear. For standing in front of him were fifteen of the large rebel controlled battle machines, which Michael called Goliaths, since they reminded him of the machines from his favorite computer game Starcraft. The machines were one manned, large, metal people shaped machines, with rapid firing lasers canon's for arms and rockets on their shoulders. The lead Goliath opens fire and shreds the retreating man bits. The rest of the Golaiths move forward and attack the retreaters. Now Kivars men were caught in a turkey shoot.

Multi-colored Lasers screech across the battlefield and explosions shake the land. Men from each side fall periodically screaming. Michael grabs a riffle off the ground and begins to open fire on the attacking men. Though they had the upper hand and plan B was working perfectly, things were still not over. This wasn't going to be easy.

Michael fires a few shots from his hip as he gathers a few Captains together.

"Captain Wrex, strengthen the left flank. Captain Travers, push the right flank forward. . ."was the last order Michael could give as one of his Vortex's crashes a mere feet away.