1 Episode One: Fury
Part Two: Dread And The Fugitive Mind
April fifth, 2000, Kandahar, Afghanistan
LaROUCHE
We took three days to fully repair the ship, with some help from Bin Laden's men. The engines and Dracon generators recharged fully on their own, but we had to repair the armour plating heavily.
It wasn't too hard, and the Al Qaeda even gave us new weapons: Ak-47's, Stinger missiles, all kinds of pistols and machine guns. Grenades, high explosives.
Still, I didn't trust them. Neither did Skorre. Sara just hung around me mostly. She had aquired Skorre, as her combat morph, till she could find something better. She was in sore need of morphs, but no one was really willing to help her out. She hung around with me mostly, helping to fix the ship, learning the language of the Yeerk Empire, and interstellar commerce, Galard, and learning parts of the ship.
David and Aleks spent their days in with the Al Qaeda, plotting against the Yeerks. Things had gone from bad, to worse. On the radio, we heard news of Yeerk land invasions all across North America and Europe. Washington, New York and L.A. were smoldering holes in the ground. Boston was a war zone. Scores of marines and soldiers were fleeing into Canada, seeking safety, only to find thousands of Hork-Bajir waiting for them. In Europe, Engand had been devastated, along with France, after they tried to nuke the pool ship. China had been invaded by land last night. A quarter of her population was lost.
We knew the two largest pools on the planet: Berlin and Tokyo. Berlin fed most of continental Europe, via a system of monorails. Tokyo was connected by rail to China, Korea, and southeast Asia.
If we took out those pools, millions of Yeerks would die.
I told Aleks this, he took the credit when he told David.
Usama pledged hundreds of his men to our cause, and would aid us personally.
We would use heavy explosives to destroy first Berlin, then Tokyo. The buck stops here. Those two pools are two important to be left standing.
RIPPER
I kept to myself, mostly. I stayed in my chambers, practising for combat, eating raw meat, the only proper way to eat it.
Aleks told us of his plan to wipe out the Berlin pool and the Tokyo pool. His methods were simple: Hijack a train, fill it to the rim with explosives, send it crashing into the pool. Only one problem-Someone had to be less than a klick away to set the detonator off. The only transmitters the Arabs had were weak, and our were incompatable with the human bombs.
Someone would have to go in low, in one of the fighters, hover a kilometre over the pool, and wait till the train reached its target. It was risky. That's why I volunteered. The Yeerks were launching attacks on every major city on earth. Sub-Visser's four and eight weren't going to waist time. Intercepted communiqués revealed that Visser one was returning to earth, and that no one wanted earth to be a factor anymore. Efflit 1318 would take earth within a month.
We also had a time limit. Yeerk troops were moving on Berlin, but one a few of them were stationed there. Human soldiers and militia were putting in strong resistance, sniping at Hork-Bajir from office buildings.
We would commence the attack on Berlin tomorrow morning.
DAVID
Our crowded Blade Ship flew high in the skies over Berlin the next morning, filled to the brim with Al Qaeda. They would go in with Aleks and Skorre, take a monorail, fill it with the bombs. A few soldiers would stay in the train to make sure the bombs went off.
It was, essentially, a suicide mission.
Fuckin' A.
"Aleks, commence the drop."
"Yeah, let's go!"
Aleks and Skorre's Bug Fighter, filled with Al Qaeda troopers, dropped from the belly of the ship. At least fifty of them were crowded into the fighter, less than the length of a school bus.
"Ripper, get out and provide cover."
"I'm on it."
Ripper followed.
All up to them, now.
ALEKS
Skorre piloted us down to the surface of Berlin, still cloaked.
"Alright, time to go, boys," I said, filled with glee.
The hatch opened, and the fifty four of us, rapidly jumped out, all heavily armed. We made for the subway, or as the Germans call it, the "Metro."
"Go, go, go!" I yelled.
The Arabs all held AK's, Skorre held a heavy Dracon pisole, so that he could use his blades. I was carrying a massive heavy Dracon Cannon, very strong.
Like a horde of demons, we shot down the stairs.
An astonished human saw us.
"Antimorphs!"
"Damn straight! Now you die!" I yelled, "Shoot him! Attack!"
The controller was cut down in a hail of gunfire.
"Het gafash nur!"
Hork-Bajir! Twenty of them, and another ten or so humans with sub machine guns!
"Open fire!"
KATAKATAKATAKATA!
Machine gun bullets filled the room as a Hork-Bajir took one between the eyes, Skorre took down a human, but took a slug to the chest.
"ARGHH!"
I looked around as I took down a Hork-Bajir, seeing ten felled Al Qaeda. Three falled Hork-Bajr, eight or nine humans, dead.
"Die, you motherfuckers!"
"AHHH!"
I looked to the side, seeing a soldier get his throat cut by a wrist blade.
A burley Hork-Bajir charged for an Arab standing next to me, impaling him on his horns.
I stuck my rifle in his gut.
"EAT THIS!"
The beam went through, killing him instantly.
By now, all the human-controllers had been cut down by our gunfire, but fifteen or so Hork-Bajir still attacked our forces, who tried their best to knock them down.
BLAM BLAM!
An Al Qaeda trooper whose AK-47 had dried out was shooting the Hork-Bajr with a DD44 Dostovei. He fired two shots, killing a Hork-Bajir warrior, but was taken from behind by another.
I saw Skorre, fighting his own kind, slitting their throats, impating them with his horns, swinging his tail madly, shooting his pistol off.
He had killed at least five of his own kind.
Nine Hork-Bajir were left now, slashing furiously with their blades.
"Don't give up, we almost got 'em beat!" I yelled.
TATATATATAT!
"Furmunal Daglashna Hur!" Screamed a Hork-Bajir as an Al Qaeda emptied his AK into him.
Time to get desperate.
I switched my rifle to rapid fire mode, spraying the room with Dracon beams, striking seven Hork-Bajir, and a dozen of our people. Skorre and the last Hork-Bajir were left standing.
"You think you will win?" The Controller asked.
"We always win."
I shot his head clean off.
It was over.
"Take the train. Load the bombs onto it. Lets get this show on the roll."
"Yes, sir!" Said an Arab.
There were less than twenty of us left. Dead bodies filled the room, spent ammo casing's everywhere.
We stood knee deep in the dead.
RIPPER
I hovered above the city of Berlin, hearing the gunfire and out of control fires raging around the city.
Music to my ears.
Suddenly, a crackle in my radio!
"Ripper, get your ass ready, we just sent the train towards the pool, it will be there any second, the men on board will radio us when they reach ground zero!"
I saw Alek's fighter moving back to the Anubis.
"Yeah, I got it Aleks. I got 'cha."
"Don't fuck this up."
CLICK
He hung up his end.
"I got your dumb ass rank right here, stupid dog-ass gangster. Air commander and second in command my ass."
Again, the radio sprang to life.
"Ripper, this is it! They've breached the Yeerk Pool! Set it off ! Set it off!"
"With pleasure."
I took my fighter up one kilometre, and set the communicator to all channels. The Yeerks, humans, everyone would hear me.
"Ladies and 'gents, welcome to my nightmare!"
I paused, my fingers above the red button in my hand.
"LETS BURN THIS MOTHERFUCKER DOWN!!!"
SARA
KAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAABBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOMMMMMMMMMMMMM! !!!
Even from a few miles up, the flash was disorienting, as the streets below us exploded, concrete and steel pushing upwards, building's bursting into flames.
Thick lines of fire sprung up all over the place, the tunnels connected to the pool exploding. As far as the eye could see, the ground caught fire.
"Ripper! How much explosives were on that train?" Asked David, into the microphone.
"Yee-haw! Did you see that?! Sausage chompin' Yeerks took it up the ass right there…"
"Answer the question!"
"That was a .76 megaton blast. Exactly 602.92 lbs of C4 and TNT. We wasted 'em right there, we did!"
"Holy God…"
"I see that we are victorious," Said Bin Laden, standing in the corner, flanked by his men.
"Yes, we are victorious. The Yeerks have lost their greatest pool. We must now disable the second."
"Aleks and Ripper's fighter's are back aboard, David," Reoported LaRouche.
"Excellent. Set course for Tokyo, Japan. This war ends today!"
Part Two: Dread And The Fugitive Mind
April fifth, 2000, Kandahar, Afghanistan
LaROUCHE
We took three days to fully repair the ship, with some help from Bin Laden's men. The engines and Dracon generators recharged fully on their own, but we had to repair the armour plating heavily.
It wasn't too hard, and the Al Qaeda even gave us new weapons: Ak-47's, Stinger missiles, all kinds of pistols and machine guns. Grenades, high explosives.
Still, I didn't trust them. Neither did Skorre. Sara just hung around me mostly. She had aquired Skorre, as her combat morph, till she could find something better. She was in sore need of morphs, but no one was really willing to help her out. She hung around with me mostly, helping to fix the ship, learning the language of the Yeerk Empire, and interstellar commerce, Galard, and learning parts of the ship.
David and Aleks spent their days in with the Al Qaeda, plotting against the Yeerks. Things had gone from bad, to worse. On the radio, we heard news of Yeerk land invasions all across North America and Europe. Washington, New York and L.A. were smoldering holes in the ground. Boston was a war zone. Scores of marines and soldiers were fleeing into Canada, seeking safety, only to find thousands of Hork-Bajir waiting for them. In Europe, Engand had been devastated, along with France, after they tried to nuke the pool ship. China had been invaded by land last night. A quarter of her population was lost.
We knew the two largest pools on the planet: Berlin and Tokyo. Berlin fed most of continental Europe, via a system of monorails. Tokyo was connected by rail to China, Korea, and southeast Asia.
If we took out those pools, millions of Yeerks would die.
I told Aleks this, he took the credit when he told David.
Usama pledged hundreds of his men to our cause, and would aid us personally.
We would use heavy explosives to destroy first Berlin, then Tokyo. The buck stops here. Those two pools are two important to be left standing.
RIPPER
I kept to myself, mostly. I stayed in my chambers, practising for combat, eating raw meat, the only proper way to eat it.
Aleks told us of his plan to wipe out the Berlin pool and the Tokyo pool. His methods were simple: Hijack a train, fill it to the rim with explosives, send it crashing into the pool. Only one problem-Someone had to be less than a klick away to set the detonator off. The only transmitters the Arabs had were weak, and our were incompatable with the human bombs.
Someone would have to go in low, in one of the fighters, hover a kilometre over the pool, and wait till the train reached its target. It was risky. That's why I volunteered. The Yeerks were launching attacks on every major city on earth. Sub-Visser's four and eight weren't going to waist time. Intercepted communiqués revealed that Visser one was returning to earth, and that no one wanted earth to be a factor anymore. Efflit 1318 would take earth within a month.
We also had a time limit. Yeerk troops were moving on Berlin, but one a few of them were stationed there. Human soldiers and militia were putting in strong resistance, sniping at Hork-Bajir from office buildings.
We would commence the attack on Berlin tomorrow morning.
DAVID
Our crowded Blade Ship flew high in the skies over Berlin the next morning, filled to the brim with Al Qaeda. They would go in with Aleks and Skorre, take a monorail, fill it with the bombs. A few soldiers would stay in the train to make sure the bombs went off.
It was, essentially, a suicide mission.
Fuckin' A.
"Aleks, commence the drop."
"Yeah, let's go!"
Aleks and Skorre's Bug Fighter, filled with Al Qaeda troopers, dropped from the belly of the ship. At least fifty of them were crowded into the fighter, less than the length of a school bus.
"Ripper, get out and provide cover."
"I'm on it."
Ripper followed.
All up to them, now.
ALEKS
Skorre piloted us down to the surface of Berlin, still cloaked.
"Alright, time to go, boys," I said, filled with glee.
The hatch opened, and the fifty four of us, rapidly jumped out, all heavily armed. We made for the subway, or as the Germans call it, the "Metro."
"Go, go, go!" I yelled.
The Arabs all held AK's, Skorre held a heavy Dracon pisole, so that he could use his blades. I was carrying a massive heavy Dracon Cannon, very strong.
Like a horde of demons, we shot down the stairs.
An astonished human saw us.
"Antimorphs!"
"Damn straight! Now you die!" I yelled, "Shoot him! Attack!"
The controller was cut down in a hail of gunfire.
"Het gafash nur!"
Hork-Bajir! Twenty of them, and another ten or so humans with sub machine guns!
"Open fire!"
KATAKATAKATAKATA!
Machine gun bullets filled the room as a Hork-Bajir took one between the eyes, Skorre took down a human, but took a slug to the chest.
"ARGHH!"
I looked around as I took down a Hork-Bajir, seeing ten felled Al Qaeda. Three falled Hork-Bajr, eight or nine humans, dead.
"Die, you motherfuckers!"
"AHHH!"
I looked to the side, seeing a soldier get his throat cut by a wrist blade.
A burley Hork-Bajir charged for an Arab standing next to me, impaling him on his horns.
I stuck my rifle in his gut.
"EAT THIS!"
The beam went through, killing him instantly.
By now, all the human-controllers had been cut down by our gunfire, but fifteen or so Hork-Bajir still attacked our forces, who tried their best to knock them down.
BLAM BLAM!
An Al Qaeda trooper whose AK-47 had dried out was shooting the Hork-Bajr with a DD44 Dostovei. He fired two shots, killing a Hork-Bajir warrior, but was taken from behind by another.
I saw Skorre, fighting his own kind, slitting their throats, impating them with his horns, swinging his tail madly, shooting his pistol off.
He had killed at least five of his own kind.
Nine Hork-Bajir were left now, slashing furiously with their blades.
"Don't give up, we almost got 'em beat!" I yelled.
TATATATATAT!
"Furmunal Daglashna Hur!" Screamed a Hork-Bajir as an Al Qaeda emptied his AK into him.
Time to get desperate.
I switched my rifle to rapid fire mode, spraying the room with Dracon beams, striking seven Hork-Bajir, and a dozen of our people. Skorre and the last Hork-Bajir were left standing.
"You think you will win?" The Controller asked.
"We always win."
I shot his head clean off.
It was over.
"Take the train. Load the bombs onto it. Lets get this show on the roll."
"Yes, sir!" Said an Arab.
There were less than twenty of us left. Dead bodies filled the room, spent ammo casing's everywhere.
We stood knee deep in the dead.
RIPPER
I hovered above the city of Berlin, hearing the gunfire and out of control fires raging around the city.
Music to my ears.
Suddenly, a crackle in my radio!
"Ripper, get your ass ready, we just sent the train towards the pool, it will be there any second, the men on board will radio us when they reach ground zero!"
I saw Alek's fighter moving back to the Anubis.
"Yeah, I got it Aleks. I got 'cha."
"Don't fuck this up."
CLICK
He hung up his end.
"I got your dumb ass rank right here, stupid dog-ass gangster. Air commander and second in command my ass."
Again, the radio sprang to life.
"Ripper, this is it! They've breached the Yeerk Pool! Set it off ! Set it off!"
"With pleasure."
I took my fighter up one kilometre, and set the communicator to all channels. The Yeerks, humans, everyone would hear me.
"Ladies and 'gents, welcome to my nightmare!"
I paused, my fingers above the red button in my hand.
"LETS BURN THIS MOTHERFUCKER DOWN!!!"
SARA
KAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAABBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOMMMMMMMMMMMMM! !!!
Even from a few miles up, the flash was disorienting, as the streets below us exploded, concrete and steel pushing upwards, building's bursting into flames.
Thick lines of fire sprung up all over the place, the tunnels connected to the pool exploding. As far as the eye could see, the ground caught fire.
"Ripper! How much explosives were on that train?" Asked David, into the microphone.
"Yee-haw! Did you see that?! Sausage chompin' Yeerks took it up the ass right there…"
"Answer the question!"
"That was a .76 megaton blast. Exactly 602.92 lbs of C4 and TNT. We wasted 'em right there, we did!"
"Holy God…"
"I see that we are victorious," Said Bin Laden, standing in the corner, flanked by his men.
"Yes, we are victorious. The Yeerks have lost their greatest pool. We must now disable the second."
"Aleks and Ripper's fighter's are back aboard, David," Reoported LaRouche.
"Excellent. Set course for Tokyo, Japan. This war ends today!"