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Marina

Japan is a very unique place. We're on our way to a place, I think it's a city, called "Honshu," It's a truly beautiful country. I'm loving everything I see, the streets are filled with bright buildings, clusters of people with huge hats on their heads line the streets, screaming, they're probably running from mog ships. Some of the highways, or whatever they call them here, are on top of each other, there's one level, and then there's five more highways above it. I think that's pretty cool. Adam on the other hand, is bored out of his mind.

Adam is driving, very carefully too, we're going really slow. The human-garde are sitting in the back seat of the car, others are in another car which is currently trailing us.

"Why did we get stuck with Japan?" Adam says, heaving a long, loud sigh.

"I think it's cool," I reply, gazing out happily at the roads, and highways. "Do you think we're close to the ships? I can see screaming people on the streets, we must be somewhat close." I say to Adam. Adam thinks this over.

"We have to be pretty close. And, getting back to what I said, why do you think we didn't get Germany, or any other country?" Adam asks me. Adam is so miserable, this can't just be boredom.

"Do you have something against Japan?" I ask Adam. He takes one hand off the steering wheel and runs it through his long, black hair.

"When I was about fourteen, my father took me and my brother, Ivan to Japan. I'd always had doubts about the Mogadorian ways, but I never said anything. Anyway, we went to Japan to follow a possible lead on a garde. My father decided to bring me when they chased the garde down, I think it was Three, but as you know, he got away. After that we went back to the mog hideout to train, my dad showed Ivan and I some techniques for fighting, Ivan got them all perfect and I slacked off. We found another potential lead on Three. We went to follow it. We almost got him, but I was standing in the wrong place, at the wrong time. I can't say I didn't do it on purpose, I don't know what I was thinking, some part of me wanted Three to escape. My father and a few of his mog goonies, barreled right into me. Three escaped because of that. I've never seen my father angrier. I thought he was going to kill me. So yes, I don't like Japan." Adam tells me.

Adam looks very angry right now. "How come I've never heard of this?" I ask Adam. Adam shrugs, placing his left hand back on the steering wheel, and causing me to relax a little.

"It was another mog failure, I guess they didn't want to show weakness or something. I don't really know." Adam replies.

A Canadian fair haired girl joins in. "Do you really think we can do this?" She asks, I'm pretty sure her name is Katie. "Do what?" I ask, though I know very well what she's talking about. Katie frowns. "The war. Are we biting off more than we can chew?" She asks again. I can tell by het laboured breathing she's having some anxiety about this, she doesn't need the truth, she needs reassurance.

"We've been training non-stop, it may not have been fun, but you'll be glad later. You'll be fighting a mogadorian and you'll use moves and techniques we showed you. And you'll take that mog down. Be confident. Because those pasty faced freaks don't stand a chance." I reassure her.

All the other garde in the car are staring at me. I decide now is the time to give the big speech. "I'm not going to sit here and lie to you, it's going to be painful, and some of you may die. It's a war, and that's the truth. But, you all agreed to that," I tell them. I look around at the scared but determined faces. Fists clenched, knifes readied, guns drawn, now is the time to fight. "I want you all to go out there and give it your best shot, kill those mogs, take your planet back. Do what the Loric couldn't do. Now get ready."

The car comes to an abrupt stop. A loud screeching noise fills my ears. I look through the window and up at the sky. A giant warship hovers in the dark gray sky. I take in a deep breath. We're going to fight that. Twelve of us will take on that huge ship.

The only question is, Can we really do this?

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Five

I step out of the cramped car and stretch my legs. Sam and the humans join me. "So, are we just going to shoot the ship?" I ask Sam. "Nope. I'm under strict orders from John. There's a latch on the underbelly of the ship, that latch should lead to an exercise room. We get on board, crash the ship, and fight some mogs." Sam explains.

"Alright, how do you want to get up there?" I ask Sam. He considers this. "Could you fly up to the latch, open it, and fly us up there one by one?" Sam asks. I can feel eyes on me, all the humans are expecting answers.

"I guess. That's a lot of work but I'll try." I tell Sam.

I fly up to the latch and twist it. It doesn't budge. I try again. I grunt in frustration. I didn't think I would ever say this, I could use Nine right now. His strength would open the latch on the first try. I pull again. I'm finally making progress. A terrible squeaking noise fills the air, metal against metal. I pull again.

I repeat this process five times. The metal latch swings open. I smile. I let myself drop to the ground, at the very bottom, using telekinesis, I stop myself, making a slow landing. I grab Sam, some red headed girl, and an Indian boy, and pull them onto my back. I slowly begin to fly up. Sweat pours down my face, the strain is too much. My feet tingle and my heart pounds. I feel Sam try to shift his weight off me, but he just makes it worse.

I groan. I can see the latch. Sam stands on my shoulders. "Ow!" I yell, when the Indian boy steps on my head. Sam extends a hand to the red head. The girl takes it. I let myself drop to the ground once again. I grab three of the other humans and begin on the slow, painful journey to the ship.

I repeat this twice. I finally climb into the ship. When I'm inside I collapse to the floor. Sam sighs. "Five! We've got to get moving!" Sam urges. I groan and sit up. Sam extends his hand to me, I ignore it and sit up. Sam pulls his hand back, frowning.

I lead the group through the metal hallways of the ship. I stop in front of the door labeled, CONTROL ROOM, and then under it the same thing written in mogadorian. I thrust open the door. A lone mogadorian sits in a chair in front of the controls. The mog spins around and aims a blaster at us. I smirk, like that's gonna stop us. I pull the blaster away using telekinesis I throw it against the wall. I take my dagger out of my pocket and stab the mog through the heart.

The mog collapses into a heap of ash. I rush to the controls. A book labeled, Guide of 'The Bayonet' Great, the ship is named after a stabbing blade. "The Bayonet is going down." Sam says. Looking at the book. I take a long lever and pull it. The ship drops. I push a button and it careens to the right. I pull the lever and don't let go. The ship plummets.

A piercing alarm goes off. Blinking red lights emerge. "Get to the latch!" I yell. We sprint to the exercise room. I pull the latch open. "JUMP!" I shout. I jump through the latch.

As I'm about to hit the ground, I see a small line of black cars advancing on us. When they get closer I realise they're mogs in black armour.

The first wave is upon us.

I'm sorry, this chapter wasn't my best work. But I hope you enjoyed it! Please read and review, it makes me so happy