A/N: At last we have arrived at the end of the line of Part I of Resurrection! Whoadrep08 helped me immensely with this chapter, so he is the co-author of it. You may know his marvelous story "Wally: The Novelization, Humanized!" and his other humanized prequels of the movie WALL-E He is my best friend here on this site, and possibly my life. We have been getting along for months now. We are two like-minded creatures who will change the world! Anyway, he is a very scientifically-literate and intelligent being who was nice enough to help me with the last chapter of Part I of Resurrection. You may notice this chapter will have a lot of sci-fi jargon and concepts in it. I hope you all enjoy, and to whoadrep08: Thank you. Thank you so much for having sent that reply when we first met. You are my best-est friend and I will never forget what you've one for me and what you will do for humanity.

So here we are at the moment of truth. The last chapter, but not the end of my story. After this I will be taking a much-needed break from writing fanfiction and focus on finishing my book. I can't believe I've made it this far. When I first began writing this story, I thought I would be giving up on it shortly. I thought to myself that the fandom of Wall-e would never appreciate my efforts, but I was mistaken, and I am glad to have been. You have all helped me through tough times by telling me what you think of the story, and by reading it. Thank you!

And now, for the last chapter of Part I of Resurrection...


Chapter 26

Downfall

EMERGENCY PRIORITY ORDER 03985 FROM EARTH TO ALL CITIZENS AND PERSONNEL:

"Earth had been attacked by an unknown biological force that has erupted from the depths of her underground. It is spreading across every city on every continent. We believe the threat to be symbiosis-like viral infections that assimilate everything they touch. Exact casualties are not yet known, but they are estimated to be near the billions range.

We have lost all contact with the Colosseum government and Head-Of-State leader EVE, therefore the Sol System Colonial Authorities will resume governmental control of all human settlements until otherwise noted. The Sol System Defense Force has been alerted to Code Red and is mobilized for an emergency quarantine of planet Earth. All non-military vessels within the Sol System are hereby ordered to stay as far from Earth as possible and to divert to the nearest colonial spaceport, and all space-faring vessels within Earth's orbit are to return to their ports. Violation of this order will result in the employment of lethal force by the Defense Force for the protection of all human population centers in the system."

The distress signal had been sent from the Colosseum just before its destruction to the Lunar Radioscopic Array and broadcast to every listening ear in the Solar System. As every colony on every solid world in the system watched in utter silence and horror of the survivor footage of the Barbarian attacks on the cities of Earth, devouring everything they saw, everything changed.

Things became hell and a nightmare as people wept and feared of the Barbarian threat, the fall of humanity's home planet, and the rumored death of their leader EVE. Regional governments on every human-occupied celestial body in the system, from the solar harvesting facilities of Mercury, the mining colonies of the asteroid field, to the deep-space observatories of Pluto, were forced to initiate lockdowns to prepare themselves for any further biohazard threats from the Barbarian virus if it ever became space-borne. Everything and anything resembling military became a hectic horror as naval commands began to mobilize their forces to the inner system to enact the containment protocol.

Very soon all of human civilization was going to know as the out-system faring starships carried the electronic news of the fall of Earth to the interstellar colony worlds. Once they all knew, every last atom of military might of Man and Machine would be mobilized and sent to Earth from almost every corner of tamed worlds in the Milky Way. But it would take time, and time was all the virus needed to win.

Even of the nearest systems could have sent a sizable fleet of warships, it would have taken days, if not weeks to reach Sol. Interstellar travel was no easy task. To travel the turbulent fluxes of the non-dimensional hyperspace was incredibly difficult without the finalized development of the new Alcubierre warp drive. The warp drive would revolutionize faster-than-light travel and make travel in any distance, long or short, quick without any old-style propulsion systems whatsoever; not to mention such technology would have helped the military forces immensely. But the Earth could not wait for such miracles.

Nobody would be assisting those on Earth for now, and Sol would have to deal with the Barbarian threat until help from the outside arrived. The closest response from human forces came from the orbital shipyards above the Moon who had already sent a battle group of long-range attack frigates into high Earth-orbit. The fleet of six ships spread out in orbit to form a blockade around every axis of the plane, each one covering a quadrant from both poles and each hemisphere, thousands of miles apart from each other and above the planet; all were capable of destroying any ship that tried to approach them from as far out as the Moon's orbit, and all were capable of striking anywhere on Earth's surface.

Though activity on the planet came to a halt after nearly thirty-six hours since the breakout, some airborne activity stirred as groups of transport ships began to exit the atmosphere to make orbit in Earth's northern quadrant, and they were in a hurry. The frigate closest to them, the Sol Defense Ship Valkyrie, was sending a signal to them:

"This is the Sol Defense Ship Valkyrie. You are in violation of Emergency Priority Order 03985. Return to port immediately or we will open fire."

But nobody responded. After a repeated and final warning, the Valkyrie attacked.

Streaks of dots gathered around the frigate and raced across the void at unfathomable speeds towards the transport ships, engulfing the first unlucky ship in bright spheres of light that became quickly extinguished into the airless vacuum, leaving no trace of anything that ever was once there except for the streaks of molten debris. The first salvo of the ship-to-ship missiles scattered to hit the other transports, twenty in total minus the first one hit. Another two were instantly and soundlessly blasted apart from the swarm of missiles, followed by another four that were hit by splash damage and debris. Their remains burned and disintegrated as they re-entered Earth's atmosphere.

The last few missiles failed to hit their targets as a few transports managed to break free of Earth's atmosphere while dodging the relentless barrage of missiles. This revealed the dreaded reality that they were indeed Barbarians-controlled, but they were met with a salvo that wiped out ten of the thirteen remaining ships.

Another vessel exited the atmosphere, and, through the action of the other infected transports being destroyed, had opened a channel to the frigate.

A frightened male voice spoke through the static-plagued communication link. "...orbital-shuttle...-390...just departing Gatwick Spaceport...to Sol Defense Ship...northern orbit...requesting clearance for immediate evacuation to the L5 station."

A voice from the Valkyrie replied, "Sold Defense Ship Valkyrie to departing orbital shuttle: You are in direct violation of Emergency Planetary Order 03985. Re-enter and land at once." The pilot of the shuttle could not fathom the cold denial from the very naval ships that were to guarantee their safety. Unable to believe what was happening, he asked again: "This is Orbital-Shuttle 390. Please! We have to abandon the planet! The Spaceports have been infested and overrun with those—those things! We have six-hundred innocent souls onboard. We are not infected! Please, we need to get to L5 and—"

"Valkyrie to 390! Again, discontinue your ascend and land at once. Comply or we will fire." The officer of the frigate curtly replied, and as the salvos continued to rain upon the last of the infected ships, the frigate's targeting systems turned to the lone and uninfected transport ascending from the debris field. The transport pilot was panicking. He was confused, for it was his life that was in danger and the reality that the military had turned on them as much as the Barbarians. With over six-hundred people onboard, mostly families and wounded soldiers from Barbarian attacks in Europe, they were going to be turned down and left to die, or be blasted into oblivion.

"Valkyrie to 390, this is your final warning! Land now or we will open fire!"

The pilot was at a loss now, at last he understood the reality of the destroyed ships and the cold-hardheartedness of the blockade before them. Even if they were carrying clean survivors, they had to be eradicated. No risk could be taken. Further contamination would be a nightmare. It all made snese, but it seemed so...cruel.

The pilot hesitated, and after a moments pause... no... He was not going to back down there to die by the hands of those god-forsaken things. It was suicide, but he had to try...

Before the pilot could gun the engine to full power, the frigate had already began firing upon them, anticipating the desperation of the approaching ship. Desperation fueled by determination, he used every last drop of his piloting skills to clear the debris field of destroyed ships and used them as cover from the incoming missiles. (The transport ship itself was a bulky design of a ship resembling an inflated and tail-less space shuttle used by the ancient space agency of the former United States of America. Only now it was bigger, faster and more maneuverable. As the frigate adjusted its course to fire upon the ship without deviating from its blockade point, the transport hid behind all available debris between itself and the frigate to use as shields.

The transport was navigating past floating chunks of heated metal and clouds of smoke at speeds even the pilot of the 390 wasn't aware of. They managed to reach past the altitude of the frigate and into open space. Seizing the opportunity to escape, the pilot prepared the transport to activate the sub-light engines to race for the Lagrangian Five Station to get the civilians and soldiers to safety.

With the final countdown in place, the pilot heaved and staggered a sigh of relief as the engines fire—

"It is done sir." The transport disappeared in a ball of light that shone in the darkness of space, brighter than the sun itself as a nuclear-tipped cruise missile finally annihilated the Valkyrie's target, ensuring that no other ships get past the blockade. At the cost of six-hundred people: men, women and children; just one engagement of many to follow. The threat still went beyond low-Earth orbit.

There were many spaceports on Earth still intact for transport spacecraft to be launched and enter the vacuum of space, and there were countless more orbital habitats and space stations in low-orbit serving as docks for interplanetary ships. They had not yet fallen to the Barbarians. The frigates were not only ordered to ensure that no ship got past them, but they were ordered to also destroy any spacecraft-faring port that could have aided the Barbarians in the escape of containment, contaminated or not.

The bombardment of these installations and ports continued relentlessly from the human ships, destroying every station in every altitude below the blockade orbit. The destruction of the stations lit up the planet's night-side like tiny star, appearing and dissipating over Earth, turning all thousands of hard-built societies and humans into dust and vapor. Even for small ships such as shuttle-like transports and space stations no bigger than Earth's skyscrapers, they could not risk allowing a fragment to survive attack should such debris make it into outer space.

Many stations hailed the ships to send rescue, telling the ships they were not contaminated and had innocent people to get off Earth. But like Shuttle-390, they were only met with the same rain of missiles and warheads; thousands more died for the sake of protecting the vast majority of the human population. It was better for them to die in the vacuum of space or vaporized by the fleet than by the hands of the Barbarians.

Within thirty-six hours of the blockade set up by the Lunar frigates, another task force of warships arrived from the Phoebes naval yards of Mars, composed of twenty more frigates and lead by a couple of battle cruisers, the Legacy and the Brigand. Such cruisers were capable of launching salvos of kinetic-strike-based weapons from mass drivers to missiles, and hold a small army within them in the event of further engagement on Earth. Then the Jovian fleet arrived with (With much relief and praise) the flagship of the Sol Defense Force, the super carrier Sic Semper Tyrannis, and a fleet of almost a hundred smaller destroyers, frigates, fighters, and other warships to enforce the blockade around Earth.

The naval quarantine was growing strong, but the oncoming escapes from Earth grew as well as the Barbarians got their hands on more and more ways to get off the planet. The fleet of a hundred ships, each spread over thousands of miles in open space to block every direction of escape from Earth, would hold off the Barbarians for now, but soon the monsters would find a way to get past it, to break its bounds and conquer all human-controlled territory. It was their purpose.

It would have been weeks before any fleet from the out-system colonies would arrive en masse and make access to and from Earth impossible. But that would only slow down the problem and prevent it from getting worse, not reverse it. There were naval yards on Earth as well, and command did not hesitate on ordering their destruction. If the Barbarians ever got their hands on any weapons or means to combat the blockade (The only ships available in Sol), with a fleet of infected ships, then all planets, all life and all the universe, it would all be over.

With engagements with the infected ships and Defense fleet intensifying, the space surrounding planet Earth became an astronomical war zone. The lunar colonies were to be evacuated to Mars; the enclosed cities on the Moon were being retrofitted as military command centers and staging grounds for a military invasion of Earth should the time ever come, along with research facilities, storage depots, interplanetary communication arrays and military outposts. The massive space stations at the Lagrangian points that served as checkpoints for travel to and from Earth had also been taken for the blockade.

Military scientists were already working on discovering a cure for the virus, or how to stop the Barbarians. But the virus was too strong. This was unlike anything ever witnessed by the scientists. Their DNA and chromosome buildup were astoundingly sophisticated. Besides, the military was too occupied assembling massive armies of EVAS and humans and androids to assist the Earth when the council decided it was time to do so. For now they had to at least slow down or stop the spread of the Disease. Even if opposition from the colonies arose over losses of families over the blockade (sparked by the Shuttle-390 incident), the risk of contamination could not be taken after seeing the horrors on Earth, and how incredibly fast the creatures spread. They would be unstoppable if they ever left Earth.

"We must contain the creatures. It is our only chance of stopping them. We must quarantine the planet by any and all means necessary until we find another way to reverse this. Until then, Earth is on her own.

Earth, your time has come. For a thousand years you lived and for a thousand more you shall die...


Back on Earth near the Sahara Desert of Africa...

"Sir, we have to go."

"I am coming." Wall-e sat in a chair, holding a picture of Eve in her normal body. He still had the lighter he gave to her the first moments of their meetings. It no longer lit fire. Eve... Inside that robotic mind, within the precursors and chemistry, he was remembering her. Eve, his eternal partner, was gone. Dead. In the afterlife she rested, but she was still alive in him, comforting Wall-e and telling him all would be okay. But she was begging to get out. Part of him still believed she was alive, out there, somewhere, looking for help.

"Wall-e?" Gerald, still alive, walked into his room. He was armed with a rifle and knife. The gunshots and explosions of human and Barbarians forces were heard from a distance. They were coming.

"Yes?"

"We have to go." Wall-e's speech had been fixed to help him communicate. It would be necessary to do so in time like these.

"What have I to live for?"

Gerald locked the doors. The dropships would be leaving soon, perhaps without them, but he was determined to sustain Wall-e's emotional well-being. "Sir, Wall-e... you have so much to live for. The world needs you. You are the only one with two-thousand years of survival expertise.

"I have nothing to offer."

"Eve would have wanted for you to live on. She would have wanted to see you help mankind in times of great adversity. You are our greatest asset. We need you sir. You've helped mankind before, so please, don't abandon us now."

Gerald's words were getting to Wall-e, appealing to his emotions, confirming him to be correct. "But what will I do without Eve? What of my unborn child?"

"Wall-e, she is still alive. You know how?"

"How?"

"Inside you. She will always live as long as the universe exists. We remember her, she lives on. You live, you remember, and she is immortal. The wonderful memories you have of her will always make her live. Love never dies, it is only cast away. I am sorry for the loss of your child. But he would have been very proud of his father if he helped humanity and the millions of families. People still need hope, they need love, a reason to live through this. Make Eve and your son proud."

His words, how endearing they seemed. They had an impact. They did touch Wall-e's heart, but the robot could not escape from the dreaded sadness of losing his life, his life with Eve and the disbelief. The emotional anguish that took him over was inevitable.

"Reach for the sky..." Gerald placed his hand on Wall-e's shoulder, "touch the stars. Revive new hope for mankind..."

"Yes..." Hope had not been lost for him. Humanity, families, women and men, children and innocent souls, they all needed him. Wall-e already knew the pain of losing a son, and it was something he could not let others feel. Ryan was still out there, mocking humanity as it fell to its knees. If he could not have Eve and his son anymore, then he would have revenge on Ryan for taking away everything he ever loved. Justice needed to be served. Ryan would die at the hands of Wall-e. Wall-e was not going to give in. Not now, and not today.

"We must go," Gerald took him by his hand and both left the room. By now the gunfire had increased. Outside were dozens of EVAS holding back the Barbarians. Wall-e had already been transformed into an android with the strength and health of an EVA. He resembled a human male, just like Eve had resembled a human female. Mechanical metamorphosis was something he had not experienced in many years, but it was not difficult to remember how to manipulate such a body.

"We need to go now!" The dropship's pilots radioed over to Gerald. Inside the ship were the rest of the wise counselors. They would be headed to the Xantsa Bunker in the Sahara desert. It was less than two-hundred miles from where they were. "Get in sir!"

"We're off! Everybody may retreat now!" The ship's engines caused a massive noise, blotting out the speech where Wall-e and the leaders sat. As soon as the ship ascended, an armada of twelve ships followed, ready to protect the leaders and Wall-e. Small choppers commandeered by Barbarians and humans circled the sky, a major dogfight ensued, but the fleet of ships was far from the battle. Farther into the sky a vague image of the hundreds of frigates and fighters could be seen in space. The massive cruisers were visible. They were the guards of the blockade, ready to annihilate anything that dared leave Earth.

"I'm sorry for your loss!" Counselor Joseph told Wall-e. "Eve was a wonderful being."

"Thank you," Wall-e yelled, still bothered by the loud noise of the engines. "She really was a spectacular person. I will miss her so."

The minutes seemed like days, seconds seemed like hours. The armada of ships flew through the desolate deserts, a few scattered Barbarians were seen and quickly shot down. They could not let the Barbarians discover the location of the Bunker. That is why the Control Room in Alaska had been nuked. The Xantsa Bunker was perhaps the only safe place on Earth. Her location was a secret protected by life.

Gerald looked over to Wall-e, who still held a picture of Eve. "I will make sure you are okay. I gave Eve my word—"

"Mayday! Mayday!" The pilot yelled as the ship spiraled out of control. The engines had been struck by missiles from Kabum combat forms. The other ships began to open fire, but soon a massive frigate appeared beyond the skies and opened fire on the armada.

"Mayday! Mayday! This is Kilo 22! We are losing altitude—" And with a massive blast of blue light the ships were pulverized. Wall-e's ship was still alive, but it was losing control and headed to the ground at massive speeds. The frigates and fighters orbiting space focused their fire on the Barbarian-controlled frigate that had just attacked the armada. Dots of blue light could be seen gathering around the frigates in space, and with a massive blast the light touched down upon the infected frigate and the sky exploded.

"Repeat! I'm losing control! Repeat, we have lost control!" Wall-e's ship was headed straight down to a dead crater.

"I'm so sorry Wall-e! This is out of my reach!" Gerald squealed in panic, feeling the gravity pull him and suffocating him. Wall-e did not respond. He was going into shock.

"Kilo 22 is going down! Brace for imp—"

I LOVE YOU, WALL-E...

Silence. The ship had crashed. Wall-e felt a throbbing pain in his chest. With fuzzy eyes he gazed around, but the pilots and the counselors did not move. Gerald had cracked open his skull. They were dead. He was alone. Again. Nobody would save him now.

"EVE..."

"Wall-e..." Eve's voice spoke to him. Wall-e closed his eyes, ready for death to take him. He would be reunited with Eve in the afterlife. Such a joy he felt. No more suffering without her. But what of humanity? What would humanity do without him? No! He could not leave them. He had to survive!

EMERGENCY BREACH

"No!" Wall-e screamed, recognizing that warning.

KIA-345 INTERNAL DAMAGES...

The more he tried the move, the less he felt like living. But the will to live was still in him.

SHUTTING DOWN...

"NO! Help!" The light was taking him, his body was shutting off.

1

"No!"

2

"Help me!"

3

"Eve!"

4

"New Hope!"

5

SHUTDOWN SUCCESSFUL.

Rest in Peace, Wall-e...


A/N: And that's the end of Part I of Resurrection. I hope you've all enjoyed my story thus far and I hope you will all continue to keep up with it when I return to begin Part II. This has been a wonderful thrill ride of philosophy and action, peril and romance. Thank you all again for making this story possible.

Just a little hint: This is not the end of our heroes. They will return to retake the Earth and destroy the Barbarians. The fight is not over. Not yet. Not while there is air being breathed by human lungs.

And so I bid you all a farewell for now...Until next time!

The End...for now...