Authors note: It has taken me a long time to get back into this story, many things have happened in my life. I am happy to say I am back, and I have a true perspective, having watched the entire series again, so fasten your seat belts cause we're going full throttle. An alien attack is upon Middleton, so here we go.
CH.4: Taking it to the stars
Coming out of hyperspace a huge Lawardian battle cruiser and her sisters were waiting, each one had several brothers awaiting orders. Their sleep had rested their minds and bodies, strengthened that which would be needed come the eve of their victory. Wavern opened his eyes, studying the instruments, each one blinked in unison and the trajectory was a bit off, but he wore a satisfied smirk knowing their time was now. There would be no tomorrow for this race they were sent to eradicate from the universe, no, they would feel no pain…utter no joy at their arrival…only know that the blue one doomed them all…to death. "Wendaria…she is upon us at last."
Stirring in her seat Wendaria let out a huge yawn, one that usually alerted a Rubian only mere seconds from their death they had chose the wrong time to stroll through jungle forestry. Her pony tail hair swept about her shoulder as her eyes too took in the instruments, then the huge globe that harbored billions of souls in one place. "The planet that birthed the blue one, it looks so…hideous. Wouldn't her war ships be upon us now, I mean, it is disgraceful for us to waste all these ships…"
"Wendaria…this planet has no ships to take us on. Our research has given us knowledge, preparation, don't you remember how they disabled our great ship that Warhok and Warmonga had been fit to oversee and protect? Though technically it was our engineers and planners who put that stupid button in the control room, but that is besides the point. I grow weary of staring upon her blue surface…how fare our fleet?"
"Units one through nine are responding and waiting for any further orders," Wendaria said as her green fingers flew across the console, "unit ten is having difficulty rerounting the weapons and shielding, seems the hyperspace malfunctioned that of power in the engines."
"Leave them behind," he said with a wave of his hand, "they can be our back up, for now we move. All units, this is the high commander of the military, prepare first canons, enter the atmosphere single filed…peel off at my command. Wendaria…you and I shall take care of that space station…get a proper greeting in to our friends down below." Wendaria nodded her head and steered the large cruiser through the stars and left a trail of engine exhaust, a brilliant gold as they approached the space station.
"So tell me high commander," Wendaria said as she began to extend a grappling hook, her eyes drifting over to his tone body, "do you have plans once the blue one is taken care of? I mean, surely a man like yourself must have winning preparations…to be made…" Wendaria felt the shudder of the hook upon the station and unbuckled slowly.
"I haven't really," Wavern said studying the statistics of the station, his gloved hands running along his jaw. "My first priority is to make sure our enemies know in the galaxy itself, we are unbeatable…that all good shall crumble under our power. I guess a vacation is in order too, something classy, nothing that belittles me, what about you?"
"Oh me…um…explore the galaxy," she said getting up and walking into the aisle, "I picture myself slowing down, exploring that beauty so many of our kind have longed to see, yet never got the chance to. I imagine meeting the right guy, someone who respects me, appreciates where I come from, someone who hungers for battle, you know…" Wendaria swept her hair about and watched him sit there, why wouldn't he turn around? She was beautiful, had been told so, yet he watched those instruments…was life really just blinking lights and war grunts?
"I try and think of the now," he replied simply, his buckle loosened and his height barely contained by the battle cruisers ceiling. Walking past her he waited for the hiss of the airlock door before placing a hand on the threshold. "When Earth is gone…perhaps then will I settle on meeting the right woman." Not waiting to see her reaction he walked onto a platform and bringing out his blaster he set quick work to the bolted doors. Screams came through there, sort of squealish like a Rubian gutted, quite nice actually, he thought as he trained his weapon a floating mass of humanity.
"Wait a minute…who gave you permission to board?" Opening his face mask, young astronaut Windom Sales peered at his guests. Each one was green and had a distinct color in eyes, their bodies were as tall as basketball players his father told him about. Windom had grown up fearing tv, mostly on account of knowing terrible things happened, and he couldn't help. It helped him with education, no distractions; he got through Harvard and even got a girlfriend. The Middleton attack he knew nothing about, so even now he had no clue what was entering Earth.
"On my planet, permission is only acceptable when planning a full strike against a planet. You must understand this, I have gotten permission for that, so anything else that happens, is entirely acceptable." Wavern had dislike for humans, they had killed warhok and warmonga, and they made the world…so boring. Their wars were never fresh, a repetition factor, and they always needed…permission, ack, they needed something to keep them on their toes.
"Well…everything that is happening on this space station is monitored by the best and brightest minds on Earth," Windom said as he slowly backed away, "if you think you can steal anything up here…you are dead wrong." Windom saw little chance of stopping these things; after all, ejecting them into space could prove harboring on what they had achieved up here. His brown hair was matted on his head under the heavy helmet, and his pupils were enlargening. Taking a slow easy breath he ran his fingers over instruments he had familiarized himself with for 2 years.
"I was hoping for some stealth," Wavern said idly, "but if this doesn't give me away, perhaps my fleet in orbit will do just that. Wendaria…do as much damage as you can, I have a few minutes to kill with this human." Watching Wendaria wink at him he grinned, knowing that devious smile curling her lip would make these humans wish they had never tasted the stars. Turning his attention back to the human he spun the blaster in his hand.
"Earth is a very strong planet," Windom said as he backed into a chair, his legs nearly giving up as the weapon became a spinning wheel of his fate. "We have survived two world wars, beat back an impending economy, we even discovered some new planets…we…um…have unlocked some of the past's most complicated history…"
"This is quite fascinating," Wavern halted and brought out and energy weapon slung over his shoulders, the criss cross pattern was like a deadly lizard. "You have achieved so much, yet why is it worth saving? You humans are always on that conquest to be the best, you unearth artifacts, yet you still don't know what they are. On my planet…we are the best…and every corner has been touched. We have no real need for money, oh…and we have weapons capable of decimating every corner of your planet."
"I've heard of little green men," Windom said, slowly letting his situation sink in, "but you are nothing like them. You come onto this station planning our doom; may I ask one thing though?" Wavern nodded his head and Windom took a slow gulp, probably the last one he would ever take. "What did we do to you to get this death sentence?"
"Oh that…a certain person on your planet went against us. He killed two of our people, the best there ever was. A fleet was destroyed, you get the drift, I will tell you that he was blue, actually more along the lines of bumbling fool. We thought he would aid us in our cause, he turned on us, made fools of us, for that…he has cost you your planet." Screams were uttered from the background and Wavern wore a toothy smile as the face of the young man turned ghostly white.
"Your blaming our soon to be deaths on one man? This can't be…you must reconsider…you should meet with the president and settle this-."
"Young foolish man…we don't reason with your military advisor," Wavern held the energy weapon out and held it tightly in his grip. "War is part of life, death is part of life, groveling…is not." Wavern trained the weapon on the young man, his huge feet leaving tiny shudders on the stations's floor.
"We will not go down here," Windom spouted, "our forces will stop yours, and we will prevail. I am sorry Monica…" Windom heard the energy crackle from the tip of the spear like weapon and heard it tear into his skin. It burned and his eyes went to the ceiling as his lifeless body hit the deck. His lovely girlfriend was probably hearing this transmission, having paid a visit to the place of his work…today. It was over, his eyes slowly closing as his helmet went dark, the air contained in his suit…leaked out.
"Wavern…we have one who is not human," Wendaria walked into the main control room and under the crook of her arm was a struggling small body. Wavern failed to see how this concerned sparing the life, but Wendaria halted his thoughts with a knowing smile, how could one so small not be human? "The atmosphere is breathable enough, behold."
Wavern slung his weapon over his shoulder, his eyes taking in every movement until the helmet was unlatched. Reaching down he could tell the gloved hands were typing something. Reading his blaster Wendaria halted him again, and a sound came out, almost robotic.
"You evil," it said, "Frederick not obey." Wavern was taken back by how rude the thing was and looked to Wendaria for further explaining. The head was covered in fur and it didn't look afraid, quite a fight, yet with teeth like that…surely an escape would have been made.
"He is an Earth Chimpanzee," Wendaria threw the chimp down and watched its body roll. "It seems the Humans find their intelligence worthy enough to handle their machinery. If we are to get our message across, why not through this lower life? We'll send him in a escape pod and blow this place up, it just might be the distraction we need to get all our forces in."
"Wendaria…well thought out," he said with a huge smile, "alright Frederick…time for a little ride." Wavern walked up to the chimp and looked at its beat up face, its defiance clearly shown, its face looking to the burned skin of its friends. It was supposed to be up here for a year, but technicalities and malfunctions kept him here, readying it so his friends down below wouldn't have to worry. He had heard of his friends graduating, had wanted to go, he especially wanted to see Ron…but time flew up here, if not one gadget fail…another would. Windom he had grown fond of, and now his body lay there, a smoking hole was in him…he couldn't cover it up. Herded towards the only escape pod he typed into his arm pad, the one Dr. Possible had made:
"You not win," his eye could barely stay open, his body nearly exhausted from trying to fight off sleep, "good win." Frederick was picked up by his throat and felt his breath coming out in wheezes, his little body kicking.
"Your friends lied," Wavern spated; as he threw him into the pod, his huge muscled arms slamming it shut and not bothering to see if he got up. Wendaria hit the eject button and it shot out into space, slowly sent into the Earth's atmosphere. Bringing out his energy staff he began to shoot at random controls, watching sparks fly and heated metal crumble in its slot. "What is the status of the fleet?"
"I have reports saying they are entering the atmosphere," Wendaria said as she fired point blank at some cameras. Smiling as she saw the approval in his eyes she made haste to the cruiser door, her feet swaying as the explosions rocked.
"This is only our first step in conquest," Wavern held her arm and patted it, his eyes shining with a child's like interest in a TV program. "The blue one will dread the day he crossed paths with our race." Wavern hurried the two of them onto their ship and as they pulled the hook off it was a quick departure before the explosions lit the stars.
"He will lose everything he loves," she said as she took a seat, her hands holding onto the weapon lock control. As the Earth began to fill their view screen all was going according to plans. Though she wondered how the people of Earth were spending this time, did they know of the impending doom lying on their doorstep? It mattered not…they'd recover that pod, learn of what happened…but by then…
Authors note: Again sorry for the late update, I hope this makes up for it, next chapter will deal with what happened during this whole debacle of destruction and entrance of the true threat of Earth. What happened during Graduation will not surmount to the true threat entering the Earth's atmosphere. I'll get working on the next chapter, thanks for the reviews. Hope to see more, later.