Invasion America: The War of Two Worlds
Disclaimer: Hey, look~ I finished editing. I'm sure I missed something around here. Again, I don't own Invasion America and no money was made for this piece of work. The characters of this series belong to their designated owners, except the one's I made up obviously. Anyway, hope you guys enjoy.
Chapter 01
August 23, 1982
Charles Air Force Base
The Utah Desert
Finally, the tedious research had bared fruit as the first Tyrusian child grown outside a womb was born to the world. Most importantly, it was born in the exact month and day of her kia's departure. An addition to that, this was her child, created from her and her kia-thaama's genes. She was their very first child. Navi always wanted a daughter. She considered her as a gift from the heavens.
The baby was slightly pale in color, but her slanted purplish blue eyes were beautiful as they also had a mysterious dark jade-like shimmer. Her jet black hair was all wet and messed up on her small head, and had small delicate hands that carefully wandered and reached around the face, which immediately registered as the face of her mother, who looked right at her, smiling and close to tears of joy.
"Akio, you're seeing this right?" she muttered in a thick voice, "You're seeing her, right?"
She took in a deep breath and snuggled the child close to her face.
"My little Kia." She whispered to the child's ear as it cooed and touched her face with her small hands.
This was utter bliss. Who would have thought that happiness like this would end so soon? She had forgotten about the fact that this child was a result of a project… and experiment. And soon, the truth slowly unveiled itself. In less than a week after the child's birth, Major Zerin Nikte, the chief of the science department and childhood friend to her kia- thaama, had appeared with soldiers armed with arbuses in the lab. They took Navi to General Konrad instantly. The news of the child's successful birth had eventually reached the man.
At first, Konrad congratulated her for a job well done, and then followed,
"The rest of the project will now be handed to Major Nikte with the report and the results of the experiments that had been made. This also includes the custody of Prototype A of project 110. But, you and your crew shall assist him with the further enhancement of the project as well. Is this understood professor?"
"Prototype A?" "Project 110?" Her little kia may have started out as a project, but she was a living being. Then again, this is something coming out of one of the people who call manglers, "abominations of the universe". But still, this— this MAN! He's speaking of HER daughter as if she was a thing more than a living person! She forced the feeling of outrage back into her and calmed herself.
"With all do respect, sir. This project is mine. It had been mine from the beginning as it should be till the end. All responsibility and heavy research had been held by me more than any other per—"
"That maybe a fact Professor, but my orders stand as it is." Konrad interrupted.
"No! You can't do this!" Navi protested, feeling the anger rising again inside her, "She's my child!"
General Konrad stared at her in surprise, which changed into a humored grin.
"'Your child', Professor?"
That's right. They didn't know everything about this project. She had to say this. She couldn't lie. She's say anything to keep control of this "Project 110". She gave everything to this assignment, her time, her life… even her own…
"Are you telling me that the genes that— that creature originated from was from you?" he uttered in a somewhat amused voice.
She clenched her hands into fists to calm herself. She felt like she was being mocked. What was so funny?
"Correct, sir." She answered, unashamed to admit it.
Konrad eyed her carefully with hands clasped together in front of his face. The grin slowly disappeared from his face as he finally understood her seriousness. Sighing deeply, he swung his seat around to face the blinded window behind him and laid back on the comfort of the leather cushioned chair.
"Professor V'Halla, you didn't seem to have realized the dangers of using something so personal on an experiment of this level. If it had failed, you could have been accused of many things. You seemed to have over looked the jeopardy it could cause to your name… But then again… if the rest of the research does prove to be successful, it could put you into good terms with the Dragit."
The rest of the research? What is the rest of the research anyway?
"What are you saying, sir?"
"As you may already know, we are on a mission to pacify this world called Earth in the name of the Dragit. And we need an army… a strong army, an army that can withstand the Erdlufi forces without doing much damage to our own." He continued, "We need soldiers who can be 100% loyal and be able to harness their power more than the usual Tyrusian being can. They will become one of our armies' 'Trump Card' as the Erdlufi's would say it, our 'Super Soldiers'. So…"
He spun back around to face her.
"We needed you to make the birth of biotic artificial beings from scratch possible so we could make our dream army come true."
Navi's eyes were wide in shock. This was the true purpose of Project 110. Her very own child was to be a soldier of mass destruction, a so- called "Super Soldier". She had thought that the Dragit and his men were mad to have committed treason against Cale-Oosha more than a year ago, but now she was truly sure that they were insane! Anger turned to fury and she launched herself towards Konrad, but was quickly held back by two pairs of hands. Damn! She forgot all about the two officers in the room.
She struggled to free herself from them so she could get her hands around that infuriating man's neck who was sitting behind the desk before her and strangle the life out of him. Too much avail, she was too weak for them, but she didn't give up. She continued to try and free herself from their grasp.
"You can't do this!" she cried as tears finally found their way to fall from her eyes, "This is outrageous! You're all mad! I'm not going to let you do this!!"
Konrad smiled at her creating a shiver to creep up her spine. Something was up. She felt the dark intent in that smile. The room was suddenly quiet for a moment and she stopped struggling, hearing heavy footsteps approaching the door and a familiar voice… no… crying!
"My baby…!" she thought painfully.
The door slammed open, and there, stood Major Zerin Nikte with a small bundle of cloth wrapping a small child in one arm and an arbus in the other hand. Zerin Nikte was a tall man, about 6'5". His slanted eyes were in the color of dark purple, and his temples were deeper than most Tyrusians, though he was still a handsome looking man. His eyes had a cold stare as he looked from one person to the other in the room, then stopped at Konrad and gave him a nod. He suddenly held the arbus closely to the back of the child's head, pressing deeply into her soft skin. The child wailed even louder. Navi's eyes went wide in horror as she finally realized something else in the air. The smell of burnt flesh. She glimpsed at Zerin, then to Konrad, and then back to her crying daughter.
"My kia!!" she cried, "What did you do to my kia?!!"
"Don't worry," Zerin said in cold reassurance, "It's only a scratch."
She finally noticed the blood stain at the left side of the bundle of cloth that wrapped around the child. They had hurt her. They had hurt her baby. Her tears overflowed even more.
"Make up your mind, Navi V'Halla." Konrad uttered in a harsh voice, "You know that we can always spare one prototype for the development of another very, VERY easily."
She didn't have much of a choice. Zerin was ready to blast her child to heaven before she even had a chance to see the rest of this beautiful Earth. She was going to loose the only thing she had left of her kia- thaama, her Akio. She stopped struggling completely and the two soldiers that held her back let her fall back on to the chair as she tried to calm her voice. In Tyrusian she said, grief stricken…
"All right… I'll help you…"
April 13, 1998
Pitchfork, Utah
Doc pulled over his truck in front of the café. It was noontime and his stomach growled just as badly as the slate blue creature at the back of the truck did.
"Don't you worry, Blue." He said reassuringly to the mangler, "I'll get you something to eat soon, boy."
The Desert sun was at full blaze today. Almost enough to fry an egg with the blaring heat. Doc got out of his truck and headed towards the general store. The old Sheriff of the area resigned not long after his encounter with the young Oosha and Blue. It's not very surprising. The man was scared half to death. He must be somewhere half across the country, shivering in fear by now. But because of that, the information about the young Oosha being in the area did not reach the authorities. Speaking of the kid, he wondered how he was doing now.
After arriving in the store, he browsed around the shelves for supplies; two packs of bottled water, some kitchen and washroom necessities, then a LOT of food. Blue may not be a picky eater, but when he eats, he EATS. He paid for the items and hauled them back into the passenger side of the truck, then took out a nice thick piece of prime beef, and threw it into the back of the truck. Before he could say anything, the slate blue mangler had pounced on the meat and devoured it heartily.
"Enjoy your meal." He laughed, and then trudged away towards the café, the Greasy Spoon, to get himself something to eat as well.
He entered the café and waved at the woman standing at the bar. One thing hasn't changed. This place needed a good cleaning. He sat on one of the stools by the bar and ordered the usual. He looked around the place and noticed a few three others were in the café at his left. They were regulars, sitting in there to get the usual cup of coffee or some cold drinks. In a few minutes, his meal was ready. He had ordered bacon and scrambled egg sandwich and a steaming cup of coffee, both in a fairly consumable condition. He couldn't complain. This was the best this town could offer, and it was the closest to his place most of all. He bit on to the sandwich when the café door opened and a young woman entered.
Doc took interest in her. She stood about somewhere between 5'8" or even 5'11". She wasn't a familiar face and she was somewhat peculiar, wearing a black hat that covered her face, a white shirt, and jeans with a matching jean jacket. A jean jacket? Who'd wear that at this weather? It was clear that this one was a tourist or something. The skin that was visible on her face, mainly her cheeks, was pale and sweaty. She's been reasonable enough to tie her long black hair back into a pony tail, but not sensible enough to take off her jean jacket at least. Strange woman, he thought. She stalked passed him and sat at the furthest table to Doc's right from the rest of the people in the shop to by the window. She turned to look outside the window, making her more peculiar. What was she doing? She looked interested at something outside. But there was an unreadable grin on the woman's face as she watched whatever was out there. Then, one—no, the only other waitress in the café came up to her and asked what she wanted. Doc returned his attention to his food. He had better finished eating or Blue would get very moody if he's kept in there too long in this heat.
He ate away and drank the rest of his coffee, paid the woman at the counter, then headed out. The door closed behind him as he walked towards the truck. He stopped mid-step when he heard the café door open and close again. He turned around and saw nothing. Everything was quiet except for maybe the small growling noises the Mangler was making in the back of the truck. Blue must be gnawing on the remains of his meal. He continued to his truck and fished out the keys from his pocket. As he was about to place them into the lock, a cold feeling item was pressing against the back of his head. Doc lifted his hands slowly up into the air. This was a familiar feeling. A hand gun? Some sort of gun. No… it maybe worse.
"Lovely pet you got there." The person behind him said in an amused tone, wielding what feels like the tip of an arbus to him aimed straight at his head, "Mind explaining that?"
"You still have a horrid way of greeting people, don't you?" Doc chuckled, "Such a sadistic child you are."
Doc spun around only to see the young woman from the café, smiling at him. Only this time, it wasn't a young woman, but a teen. The hat that covered her face was now long gone and her pale face was clear into view with bright purplish blue eyes with a jade green glimmer flashing wildly against the sun. The item that Doc had suspected to be a weapon was a metal ring which held a bunch of gold and silver colored keys. It was just a plain key holder. It sort of reminded him of the keys prison guards would usually carry in the movies he saw in the café.
She tapped the back of the truck and called Blue's name, who answered with a small howl and a scratching noise against the metal wall. Blue wanted to get out. He knew the person at the other side and wanted to greet her.
"What brings you here?" Doc questioned.
"I need some information." She simply replied.
He frowned at her.
"Being an intelligence officer, that should have been easy for you to acquire at the Washington office."
"You know what snobs those guys can be, mostly with Charles Air Force down in the gutters." She retorted, "And besides, they know nothing about it. I heard this from a crazy bird at Salt Lake City…"
She paused, and then smiled, turning to Doc completely.
"…about a certain monster and a handsome prince handling a peculiar glove who wandered into a small Utah town, with an old man who no one really knows very much." The smile turning to a grin, she let out a smirk.
"You found the Sheriff, huh?"
"Yup. He was blaring out the craziest things at the office. They had to take him to the Utah Center of Mental Health and Addiction, under the orders of a special agent of course."
Doc finally returned a grin.
"You didn't."
She winked at him and uttered something in Tyrusian which meant "It's a se-cr-et~"
***************to be continued************
I tried to follow Christie Golden's format with the dates and places, just like how she wrote "Invasion America: On the Run". Of course, I'm not even a tad bit close in getting to her writing style. I tried though… But my own style gets in they way. As you may notice, I go back and forth through out the storyline. I'm aware of it, thanks. It will be confusing once David pops into the storyline. Anyway, hope it's been interesting so far.
Disclaimer: Hey, look~ I finished editing. I'm sure I missed something around here. Again, I don't own Invasion America and no money was made for this piece of work. The characters of this series belong to their designated owners, except the one's I made up obviously. Anyway, hope you guys enjoy.
Chapter 01
August 23, 1982
Charles Air Force Base
The Utah Desert
Finally, the tedious research had bared fruit as the first Tyrusian child grown outside a womb was born to the world. Most importantly, it was born in the exact month and day of her kia's departure. An addition to that, this was her child, created from her and her kia-thaama's genes. She was their very first child. Navi always wanted a daughter. She considered her as a gift from the heavens.
The baby was slightly pale in color, but her slanted purplish blue eyes were beautiful as they also had a mysterious dark jade-like shimmer. Her jet black hair was all wet and messed up on her small head, and had small delicate hands that carefully wandered and reached around the face, which immediately registered as the face of her mother, who looked right at her, smiling and close to tears of joy.
"Akio, you're seeing this right?" she muttered in a thick voice, "You're seeing her, right?"
She took in a deep breath and snuggled the child close to her face.
"My little Kia." She whispered to the child's ear as it cooed and touched her face with her small hands.
This was utter bliss. Who would have thought that happiness like this would end so soon? She had forgotten about the fact that this child was a result of a project… and experiment. And soon, the truth slowly unveiled itself. In less than a week after the child's birth, Major Zerin Nikte, the chief of the science department and childhood friend to her kia- thaama, had appeared with soldiers armed with arbuses in the lab. They took Navi to General Konrad instantly. The news of the child's successful birth had eventually reached the man.
At first, Konrad congratulated her for a job well done, and then followed,
"The rest of the project will now be handed to Major Nikte with the report and the results of the experiments that had been made. This also includes the custody of Prototype A of project 110. But, you and your crew shall assist him with the further enhancement of the project as well. Is this understood professor?"
"Prototype A?" "Project 110?" Her little kia may have started out as a project, but she was a living being. Then again, this is something coming out of one of the people who call manglers, "abominations of the universe". But still, this— this MAN! He's speaking of HER daughter as if she was a thing more than a living person! She forced the feeling of outrage back into her and calmed herself.
"With all do respect, sir. This project is mine. It had been mine from the beginning as it should be till the end. All responsibility and heavy research had been held by me more than any other per—"
"That maybe a fact Professor, but my orders stand as it is." Konrad interrupted.
"No! You can't do this!" Navi protested, feeling the anger rising again inside her, "She's my child!"
General Konrad stared at her in surprise, which changed into a humored grin.
"'Your child', Professor?"
That's right. They didn't know everything about this project. She had to say this. She couldn't lie. She's say anything to keep control of this "Project 110". She gave everything to this assignment, her time, her life… even her own…
"Are you telling me that the genes that— that creature originated from was from you?" he uttered in a somewhat amused voice.
She clenched her hands into fists to calm herself. She felt like she was being mocked. What was so funny?
"Correct, sir." She answered, unashamed to admit it.
Konrad eyed her carefully with hands clasped together in front of his face. The grin slowly disappeared from his face as he finally understood her seriousness. Sighing deeply, he swung his seat around to face the blinded window behind him and laid back on the comfort of the leather cushioned chair.
"Professor V'Halla, you didn't seem to have realized the dangers of using something so personal on an experiment of this level. If it had failed, you could have been accused of many things. You seemed to have over looked the jeopardy it could cause to your name… But then again… if the rest of the research does prove to be successful, it could put you into good terms with the Dragit."
The rest of the research? What is the rest of the research anyway?
"What are you saying, sir?"
"As you may already know, we are on a mission to pacify this world called Earth in the name of the Dragit. And we need an army… a strong army, an army that can withstand the Erdlufi forces without doing much damage to our own." He continued, "We need soldiers who can be 100% loyal and be able to harness their power more than the usual Tyrusian being can. They will become one of our armies' 'Trump Card' as the Erdlufi's would say it, our 'Super Soldiers'. So…"
He spun back around to face her.
"We needed you to make the birth of biotic artificial beings from scratch possible so we could make our dream army come true."
Navi's eyes were wide in shock. This was the true purpose of Project 110. Her very own child was to be a soldier of mass destruction, a so- called "Super Soldier". She had thought that the Dragit and his men were mad to have committed treason against Cale-Oosha more than a year ago, but now she was truly sure that they were insane! Anger turned to fury and she launched herself towards Konrad, but was quickly held back by two pairs of hands. Damn! She forgot all about the two officers in the room.
She struggled to free herself from them so she could get her hands around that infuriating man's neck who was sitting behind the desk before her and strangle the life out of him. Too much avail, she was too weak for them, but she didn't give up. She continued to try and free herself from their grasp.
"You can't do this!" she cried as tears finally found their way to fall from her eyes, "This is outrageous! You're all mad! I'm not going to let you do this!!"
Konrad smiled at her creating a shiver to creep up her spine. Something was up. She felt the dark intent in that smile. The room was suddenly quiet for a moment and she stopped struggling, hearing heavy footsteps approaching the door and a familiar voice… no… crying!
"My baby…!" she thought painfully.
The door slammed open, and there, stood Major Zerin Nikte with a small bundle of cloth wrapping a small child in one arm and an arbus in the other hand. Zerin Nikte was a tall man, about 6'5". His slanted eyes were in the color of dark purple, and his temples were deeper than most Tyrusians, though he was still a handsome looking man. His eyes had a cold stare as he looked from one person to the other in the room, then stopped at Konrad and gave him a nod. He suddenly held the arbus closely to the back of the child's head, pressing deeply into her soft skin. The child wailed even louder. Navi's eyes went wide in horror as she finally realized something else in the air. The smell of burnt flesh. She glimpsed at Zerin, then to Konrad, and then back to her crying daughter.
"My kia!!" she cried, "What did you do to my kia?!!"
"Don't worry," Zerin said in cold reassurance, "It's only a scratch."
She finally noticed the blood stain at the left side of the bundle of cloth that wrapped around the child. They had hurt her. They had hurt her baby. Her tears overflowed even more.
"Make up your mind, Navi V'Halla." Konrad uttered in a harsh voice, "You know that we can always spare one prototype for the development of another very, VERY easily."
She didn't have much of a choice. Zerin was ready to blast her child to heaven before she even had a chance to see the rest of this beautiful Earth. She was going to loose the only thing she had left of her kia- thaama, her Akio. She stopped struggling completely and the two soldiers that held her back let her fall back on to the chair as she tried to calm her voice. In Tyrusian she said, grief stricken…
"All right… I'll help you…"
April 13, 1998
Pitchfork, Utah
Doc pulled over his truck in front of the café. It was noontime and his stomach growled just as badly as the slate blue creature at the back of the truck did.
"Don't you worry, Blue." He said reassuringly to the mangler, "I'll get you something to eat soon, boy."
The Desert sun was at full blaze today. Almost enough to fry an egg with the blaring heat. Doc got out of his truck and headed towards the general store. The old Sheriff of the area resigned not long after his encounter with the young Oosha and Blue. It's not very surprising. The man was scared half to death. He must be somewhere half across the country, shivering in fear by now. But because of that, the information about the young Oosha being in the area did not reach the authorities. Speaking of the kid, he wondered how he was doing now.
After arriving in the store, he browsed around the shelves for supplies; two packs of bottled water, some kitchen and washroom necessities, then a LOT of food. Blue may not be a picky eater, but when he eats, he EATS. He paid for the items and hauled them back into the passenger side of the truck, then took out a nice thick piece of prime beef, and threw it into the back of the truck. Before he could say anything, the slate blue mangler had pounced on the meat and devoured it heartily.
"Enjoy your meal." He laughed, and then trudged away towards the café, the Greasy Spoon, to get himself something to eat as well.
He entered the café and waved at the woman standing at the bar. One thing hasn't changed. This place needed a good cleaning. He sat on one of the stools by the bar and ordered the usual. He looked around the place and noticed a few three others were in the café at his left. They were regulars, sitting in there to get the usual cup of coffee or some cold drinks. In a few minutes, his meal was ready. He had ordered bacon and scrambled egg sandwich and a steaming cup of coffee, both in a fairly consumable condition. He couldn't complain. This was the best this town could offer, and it was the closest to his place most of all. He bit on to the sandwich when the café door opened and a young woman entered.
Doc took interest in her. She stood about somewhere between 5'8" or even 5'11". She wasn't a familiar face and she was somewhat peculiar, wearing a black hat that covered her face, a white shirt, and jeans with a matching jean jacket. A jean jacket? Who'd wear that at this weather? It was clear that this one was a tourist or something. The skin that was visible on her face, mainly her cheeks, was pale and sweaty. She's been reasonable enough to tie her long black hair back into a pony tail, but not sensible enough to take off her jean jacket at least. Strange woman, he thought. She stalked passed him and sat at the furthest table to Doc's right from the rest of the people in the shop to by the window. She turned to look outside the window, making her more peculiar. What was she doing? She looked interested at something outside. But there was an unreadable grin on the woman's face as she watched whatever was out there. Then, one—no, the only other waitress in the café came up to her and asked what she wanted. Doc returned his attention to his food. He had better finished eating or Blue would get very moody if he's kept in there too long in this heat.
He ate away and drank the rest of his coffee, paid the woman at the counter, then headed out. The door closed behind him as he walked towards the truck. He stopped mid-step when he heard the café door open and close again. He turned around and saw nothing. Everything was quiet except for maybe the small growling noises the Mangler was making in the back of the truck. Blue must be gnawing on the remains of his meal. He continued to his truck and fished out the keys from his pocket. As he was about to place them into the lock, a cold feeling item was pressing against the back of his head. Doc lifted his hands slowly up into the air. This was a familiar feeling. A hand gun? Some sort of gun. No… it maybe worse.
"Lovely pet you got there." The person behind him said in an amused tone, wielding what feels like the tip of an arbus to him aimed straight at his head, "Mind explaining that?"
"You still have a horrid way of greeting people, don't you?" Doc chuckled, "Such a sadistic child you are."
Doc spun around only to see the young woman from the café, smiling at him. Only this time, it wasn't a young woman, but a teen. The hat that covered her face was now long gone and her pale face was clear into view with bright purplish blue eyes with a jade green glimmer flashing wildly against the sun. The item that Doc had suspected to be a weapon was a metal ring which held a bunch of gold and silver colored keys. It was just a plain key holder. It sort of reminded him of the keys prison guards would usually carry in the movies he saw in the café.
She tapped the back of the truck and called Blue's name, who answered with a small howl and a scratching noise against the metal wall. Blue wanted to get out. He knew the person at the other side and wanted to greet her.
"What brings you here?" Doc questioned.
"I need some information." She simply replied.
He frowned at her.
"Being an intelligence officer, that should have been easy for you to acquire at the Washington office."
"You know what snobs those guys can be, mostly with Charles Air Force down in the gutters." She retorted, "And besides, they know nothing about it. I heard this from a crazy bird at Salt Lake City…"
She paused, and then smiled, turning to Doc completely.
"…about a certain monster and a handsome prince handling a peculiar glove who wandered into a small Utah town, with an old man who no one really knows very much." The smile turning to a grin, she let out a smirk.
"You found the Sheriff, huh?"
"Yup. He was blaring out the craziest things at the office. They had to take him to the Utah Center of Mental Health and Addiction, under the orders of a special agent of course."
Doc finally returned a grin.
"You didn't."
She winked at him and uttered something in Tyrusian which meant "It's a se-cr-et~"
***************to be continued************
I tried to follow Christie Golden's format with the dates and places, just like how she wrote "Invasion America: On the Run". Of course, I'm not even a tad bit close in getting to her writing style. I tried though… But my own style gets in they way. As you may notice, I go back and forth through out the storyline. I'm aware of it, thanks. It will be confusing once David pops into the storyline. Anyway, hope it's been interesting so far.