Authors note: Wow, such positive feedback, thanks. So, here is the next chapter. Let us take a step back from Earth for a bit…and meet our Villains. Two of them were beaten by Ron Stoppable, if your best warriors are killed, what would you do? If no one can think of an answer, let me shed some insight:
CH.1: Larwardia and the Plan of Revenge
As one takes a leap into space they'll notice all the stars lighting up what other wise would be a blanket of darkness. Planets upon planets tinker with our minds and make us think of the possibilities of establishing life on them. Yet, a huge green planet far beyond the eight planets is one yet to be found. It has four moons orbiting it and through the thick fog one will notice the many war ships and satellites. The Capital of the city is flooded with many space ships…some hover bots.
The buildings are all big and covered with vines. Deadly animals with wings roar in protest as they are gutted by the 10 foot warriors. They have livid like green skin and clothing that made them look like army regulars. The sound of a huge horn alerted them of a meeting and left the wild beast to limp…until its flooded contents dried. Inside the central building were rows of seats, much like Earth's court houses. Standing at the pedestal was a huge Larwardian covered in gold. His eyes were looming and his huge muscular hands gripped a mighty energy beam.
"I shall now relay to you the final message I received from Warmonga and Warhok, our finest soldiers. It was on the Planet Earth where they met their demise. I fought alongside Warhok during the greatest battle our planet has ever faced, when those gold skinned creatures attacked. I bear proof of my victory by the armor I wear before you. Warhok…chose only to take time off…and propose to Warmonga."
"I read his vows…shortly before he departed," a 10 foot Larwardian said, his skin was sinking in and he had wise old eyes. "They spoke of conquest…side by side. A most beautiful vow if any."
"Let me play the message now," the leader took a step from the podium and allowed a hologram with fuzzy imaging to play:
"My fellow Larwardians. This will be my final
message before Earth is taken. I'm on the run currently
please keep Larwardia's spirit true. If I shall fall…make
haste and finish what I started…"
"It appears this blue one we sought out to save us…has betrayed us in the end. One drone managed to get us a message before slowly suffocating from the planet's green life. Unlike our own…its chemicals reach deep down. I now ask of you, the council of Larwardia, do we have your permission to seek revenge?"
"If this blue one is as dangerous as reports say…we must give it some time. I'm afraid that if four warships were crippled by such a rash attack…how many more would suffer upon second?" This came from the 10 foot woman named Wendaria. She had served under Warhok for a brief time.
"Those were some of his final words…what ever transpired during the final battle, we have no records. Only faint images of a blue one. We have lost one battle cruiser, what if these Earthlings decide to seek us out?!"
"That would be impossible," the Astrological expert said, he lowered his huge shades and crossed his arms over his built chest. "Our star system is light years from these so called Earthlings. Their power cannot surmount to our own, nor somehow have enough fuselages to reach us before they drop to the deck dead and withered up. So you see, the only one to really fear us…is them."
"Very well…it seems you all have made your point. We are safe sitting here and not bothering them, that is all fine by you, but I won't rest until I get my war." The High leader stormed out with his cape behind him. As he pushed the doors nearly out of their hinges he stood by a railing overlooking that of a rose garden.
"Must you always make such a dramatic exit?" Wendaria stood behind him, her hands were at the small of her back and her light colored eyes peered at his great green back. "It seems like the only one you're trying to convince…is yourself."
"I would've gladly taken Warhok's place," he said barely audible to the naked ear, yet Larwardians had excellent hearing, so she heard all. "Being in charge of a planet leaves me exhausted…I wish to conquer planets…like the old days. Not rot here and have Warhok's memory wasted!"
"You must have patience," she walked beside him and placed her green hands on the railing. "This planet is protected by thousands, millions, even billions of Larwardians. How many battle cruisers would you require…if your mission to Earth were accepted?"
"Hmmm…considering our current budget…about 10," he let out a frustrated sigh and his shoulders seemed to bunch up. "Warhok only took 4, and look what happened, a mere disaster waiting to happen. With 10…that planet would crumble under my fists-."
"There you go again…thinking about yourself," Wendaria laid her hands on his back and gently loosened his muscles, his sighs became slower and she smiled. "If you were to propose again…maybe angling it so that everyone will benefit from this campaign…perhaps they'd see differently."
"I fear that the deaths brought on by the Great Blue One has scared our once brave and strong warriors. It is fear that keeps them back, it is that same fear that makes them doubt my winning tactics. You are the only one that cares."
"I cared a great deal about Warhok…he was like a brother I never had. That is why I wish for you to succeed. That front I played in there was to give you something to think about, so think. These Earth people we believed to be stupid…look what happened."
"I see your point," he turned around and held her shoulders, his large eyes looking into hers. "I must thank you Wendaria…you have made me wiser beyond anyone's capabilities. I shall convince everyone…come tomorrow's meeting." The Astrological Larwardian rushed out of the room and bumped into them.
"I…I just got a reading….from my wrist communicator. It seems that the fog that once enveloped our planet…well…our satellites detected a huge ship approaching. If it is who I think, then we may be in peril. Not to mention sadly, our planet is running out of vegetation-."
"This is serious," the High commander and chief of the planet thought aloud, "our enemy makes haste to finish us off. I can only find one command, and that is a state of war. We must go to Earth immediately…and crush it. This Great Blue One should've joined us when he had the chance." With that he turned to leave down the path.
After leaving Wendaria and the Astrologist, the high chief and commander ran into the forest. With each passing look he noticed the trees were sagging, practically withering in their roots. The vines were dropping around him and he frowned. The drones were stopped when sprayed with those chemicals…but what if they were added to here? A low growl uttered from the strong and wild Rubian came to his ears a mile away. A sly smile crept across his huge face and he set his energy weapon down.
"Aha…so…the Rubian finally decides to show at last!" As the creature came out it had a huge tough neck, a body much like an alligator, and huge claws; you could say its neck resembled that of an ostrich. As it reared its head back and snapped its jaws at him, he raised his hands up and caught them. He looked deep into its throat then planted his feet firmly in the ground. The Rubian pushed forward, sending the leader's feet into the ground. With a grunt he shoved the creature a good foot back; before rushing into its chest with a shoulder ram.
"Growk!" The creature grunted. As it swiped its huge claws at him he sent his dark blood onto the forest floor. Holding his arm, the leader merely grinned. Pulling back from the chest he raced to its side…then saw its long tail. Leaping high into the air he watched the tail slap the ground he stood previously on, landing on its back he kneeled.
"I shall miss your challenges dear foe…for I shall be going to Earth but in a short amount of time," he raced along its scaled back then did an uppercut to the creature's jaw. Doing a back flip he stood proud; only in another minute, to be snapped out of his cockiness and sent face first into a puddle.
"Hehehe!" The creature chortled as it lifted its leg up in triumph. Never kick a creature while their down…and the leader meant to prove that as he rolled from the foot and then grabbed his energy weapon. Racing up at the foot he threw the weapon right into the foot. The Rubian screamed in pain and the leader aimed a flying kick into the side; with something stuck in its foot, the Rubian was powerless; seeing how its foot was its one weakness.
"There…now try walking home…I dare you." The Rubian gave him a death glare, but the leader cared not for the Rubian. It was a challenging creature, in fact, it had saved him from boredom years; but, it was only entertainment. The Rubian's dark red eyes lowered and as it walked on its foot, the weapon was driven in deeper. Blood was sent along the forest floor and as it went home…it would slowly die in the night.
"High Leader…the Council has taken the time to hold an early council and vote once again…you have your war ships!" The Astrologist was racing across the fallen vines and Wendaria followed. The leader grinned broadly and crossed his arms.
"Good…it is…now we can finally set those Earthlings in their place. I want our hugest ships to intercept that Battle ship currently heading our way, our quickest and newer ships will be used on the assault on Earth." The leader held his shoulder again, wondering if the claws of the Rubian indeed were as they said. Ignoring it for the time being, the leader proceeded back into the city.
"Those ships haven't been tested yet Wayern," Wendaria said with concern, "how do we know we won't blow up upon warp?" The leader stopped and turned his icy eyes upon her, she lowered her eyes, knowing she had just broken their confidentiality.
"Wayern…that does sound familiar," the Astrologist said with a smug smile, "weren't you once a pupil of mine?"
"Yes…and let us not bring that up again. You will be gone soon…and with your demise…will my secret be buried." Wayern made many threats, and the only time he was taken seriously was when he puffed out his chest and showed his true size. The Astrologist knew perfectly well, that his life was at stake here.
"I promise…no one will know of your past," the Astrologist said, still a little uneasy about his planned demise. On the planet, when one reached a certain age…they were meant to be killed off, and all their knowledge transferred through painful devices known only as "Seynars".
"Be sure you do. I will make haste to the ship, gather the best fighters and new plant free drones and send them to the 10 vessels. The 3 ships that will intercept that huge battle ship…make sure they have the best lasers, shields, best everything. The ships I wish to use only need speed, warp, and room for my men-."
"I'm coming too," Wendaria stood at attention, her arms crossed over her chest and her eyes stealing not a chance to look at the terrified Astrologist.
"No Wendaria…I was hoping you'd take over for me here," he said trying to sound tough, but in fact knew little frightened her away. His puffed out chest routine didn't have an effect on her.
"You yourself once said that this position was meant for showing off how strong the planet was, an image. I tend to die in battle…not from boredom planted on some seat. Warhok's memory…after all…is in jeporady."
"I…I thank you for volunteering," he stammered. Wendaria merely smiled in reply and raced alongside him as they headed to the test facility. Word had gone out and the ships were being fueled. Sleek red ships with their logo were being loaded with the three legged drones, this time carrying a blue dull color. The huger ships were already loaded and heading out the hangar doors.
"But sir…who shall take over in your stead?!" The Astrologist was panicking and even though he was 10ft tall and built, his eyes were weak.
"You shall…after all…you hold the next best position. It is merely politics, I'm sure battling won't be on your agenda at all. Keep me posted on the situation." Wayern boarded the lead ship and as he ascended the steps and took a position in the pilot's seat, he punched in the coordinates.
"How will we handle the blue one?" Wendaria strapped herself in and read the reports; all ships were loaded and counted for.
"The Great Blue One was noted to have exceptional fighting skills," Wayern noted as he felt the landing gears retract. Taking hold of the throttle switch he gently leaned it forward sending the ship down a runway. As he cleared the forest area and did a barrel roll, he gently set the ship on its set course. "I have studied every record available to read on this planet, and I have found one such ability that may help defeat him."
"But he was able to defeat both Warhok and Warmonga! Truly there can not be just one ability to take him on," doubt was evident in her voice, and she cursed how pathetic it sounded.
"Trust me…there is one. I used that very ability on the golden warrior, the one that had threatened to eat us. Though they were about 3ft smaller then I, not to mention sporting an impressive speed tactic, I still found a way. I am taking a wild guess and saying this Blue One isn't so big. I won't reveal the secret as of now-."
"I knew you were going to say that," she said with a knowing smile. "We will be entering the warp field in about 10 seconds, any last words oh great one?"
"Yeah…pipe it!" The field began to strengthen and with a great thrust the ship was enveloped in a blue beam that took them away from Larwardia. Pressed against the seat the two warriors began to lose consciousness…
Authors note: There, you now know who the enemy is and as Kim would say, the Sitch. Sorry I took a break from Kim and Ron, I know you're all wondering how their coping, and I promise I will get back to them. Again, thanks for the reviews, they mean a lot. Next Chapter will deal with a blue foe…gone good, till next time…