Well here is Chapter 6, got this one out early, its a short one.
In the beginning you try to save everyone, by the end you feel grateful for the few who lived- Grand Admiral Jack Schmitt, Federation 1st Fleet
Confederate Flagship C.W.S Harbinger: In orbit over Antarctica
Arthurs was busy overseeing the fleet's final preparations for the invasion through several pop-up screens on his console's holo-interface. The screens showed live feeds from the deployment bays of ship's from around the fleet. On the screens, seemingly endless lines of Confederate infantry and armored vehicles marched up the ramps of the massive troop transports that would carry them to the surface of the planet below. In background of this parade of military might, towered the Confederacy's massive siege platforms, massive spider-like steel behemoths, waiting to be dropped onto the planet from low-orbit. Arthurs took a moment to look up from his console and take in the scenery from his command chair. His gaze swept around the semi-circular bridge that had been his home away from home for so many years.
He knew it so well that he could give a detailed and completely accurate description of every person, console and piece of equipment in the whole room, right down to the tinniest of scratches on his command chair. The bridge sported 7 control stations, positioned in a half ring around the command chair in the center of the room. All around the edges of the circle was a metal railing, positioned directly in front of the half circle of consoles as to separate them from the large, triple thick piece of ray shielded glass that formed the bridge's main viewport. Suspended around this view port, from fixtures in the walls and ceiling, were several monitors and view screens that projected constant status updates on the interworking's of the ship. The main screen, at this moment, held a picture perfect view of the entire Earth with the Confederate ships dramatically backlit against the edge of the planet's horizon.
Arthurs sighed, it had taken years, decades of work and toil, climbing his way up the chain of command, swaying public opinion in his favor, even risking his life as a double agent. All of it leading up to this moment, this one moment when he would finally achieve his true goal: the total domination of Earth, the oldest and most revered planet in all the Federation and the final subjugation of the adult race. It was almost too good to be true. Arthurs breathed deeply, savoring the moment. "Sir, all ships are reporting preparations complete, we are ready to begin."
Arthurs smirked, oh well, time to stop enjoying and time to start doing, "patch me in fleet wide", he ordered. The coms officer snapped to obey as Arthurs stood up from his command chair, "attention all soldiers of the Expeditionary Fleet, this is a message from your commander. One thousand years we have waited for this day, this one moment, when we would finally exact our vengeance upon Earth and the adult plague! Centuries worth of our ancestor's blood was spent on battlefields across the galaxy to give us this moment! You all know what is expected of you, what is demanded of you! Today, our troops will fall from the skies across the planet, today, all those who stand in our way will be annihilated!"
Arthurs composed himself before continued, "the adults are an arrogant and ignorant people, we must humble before they can be subjugated. Do what must be done, tear their civilization down brick by brick! Leave no city unburnt, no nation left standing, and no defiant citizen, soldier or leader alive!" Arthurs thrust his fist into the air, "give them what they deserve", he screamed, "DEATH!" Across the fleet, this proclamation was heard, by every soldier, every pilot and every officer. And every one of them raised their fists in kind, and shouted joyfully, "DEATH! DEATH! DEATH!"
This cry thundered through the hallways of every ship and lander across the fleet. Arthurs could hear it thundering through his own ship, even as he ended his speech and sat back in his chair, "order all ships to commence the first volley of support fire, send out the first wave!" Outside in the vacuum of space, thousands of heavy landers, drop-ships and fighters detached themselves from the bellies of the Confederate capital ships and started screaming down through the atmosphere towards the planet below. Someone on the bridge flipped on the Confederate Anthem, and the boisterous notes began trumpeting from every loudspeaker on the ship. Arthurs smirked as the patriotic tunes echoed throughout the corridors of his ship, and mixed in with the still echoing cries,"DEATH! DEATH! DEATH!". He grinned, this is going to be such a lovely little war!
KND Arctic Base: Landing Bay 3 (3 hours into X-Day)
Schmitt looked down the barrel of Numbah 60's M.U.S.K.E.T. with an unflinching glare as the rest of the operatives aboard the S.C.A.M.P.E.R., unsure of what to do, watched on. "Numbah 60, I am going to give you one chance to put down your weapon and get out of my way", Schmitt growled menacingly. Numbah 60 just sneered, "not a chance traitor, the only place you're going is the prison block!"
"Patton, what are you doing", cut in Rachel, equal amounts of confusion and irritation tainting her voice, "we don't have time for these shenanigans, the Moonbase is gone and we need to get a grip on things before they spiral further out of control!" "He knew Rachel", stated Patton, his temper seemed to be rising, "he knew about all of this, he knew this would happen! He's been planning this for years, so give me one good reason why I shouldn't shoot this traitor right now and throw him in a cell for the rest of eternity!"
"Because he's still one of his", said another voice from outside the S.C.A.M.P.E.R. Another operative stepped through the door to confront Numbah 60. He wore a uniform that looked like a cross between those worn by the Moonbase guards and the outfits worn by the 44 twins. He had on black boots with green pants, a greenish black vest that looked like a flak jacket over a heavy grey shirt with dark black gloves. He had a helmet that looked like a cross between a S.M.E.L.L.M.E.T. and one of the Moonbase guard's ironer helmets hanging on his back from a strap across his neck, over his shoulder was slung a rifle that looked like a more advanced version of the basic KND S.C.A.M.P.P. He had dark black hair, piercing blue eyes and a jagged scar down his right cheek below the eye.
He also looked extremely pissed off. "Numbah 60, I already told you that he was on our side, theres no need for you to go off the handle like this", the new operative's voice was hard and firm, and as unflinching as his iron glare. Numbah 60 hesitated at the other operative's retort, but kept his gun up all the same, "I know what you said, but I still don't trust him and I don't really trust you for that matter either, so again give me one good reason why..." "If you don't trust me, why are you about to shoot him based off of something I told you", interrupted the other operative matter-of-factly. "Well because I... no thats...uh, well maybe, no...uhh", Numbah 60 faltered as he thought this over.
Schmitt glared at the new operative, "Jonathan, what the hell did you tell him!" His voice was as hard and unflinching as the newcomer's, Nigel leaned his head towards Rachel and whispered, "so, I'm guessing this is Numbah 1918, right?", "yeah, pretty much", Rachel whispered back, "he used to be part of sector CAL like Schmitt, before all the changes went down", "I can hear the resemblance", muttered Nigel humorlessly, "is everyone from sector CAL like this?" Rachel chuckled softly, "most of them", she replied, with a small smile.
Breaking off from her little conversation with Nigel, Rachel shouted, "this is taking too long." Walking over to the three operatives she gestured for Patton to put his weapon down, "Numbah 60, there are bigger things going on than this, you can judge Numbah 141 later." Numbah 60 hesitated, but then reluctantly lowered his weapon, glaring at Schmitt. Schmitt in turn, glared at Numbah 362, "what do you mean later?" "After everything thats gone down in the past few hours, you're lucky I don't just have you decommissioned right now", she snapped, "and for the record, I don't trust you either! Now I want some answers and when we get to the command center you're going to give them, is that understood!"
Schmitt glanced at Numbah 1918 for help, but he just shrugged and tapped his finger to his wrist, Schmitt sighed and looked back at Numbah 362, "fine" he ground out. Numbah 60 gestured for the other operatives to leave the S.C.A.M.P.E.R. and all of them hurried to comply. On the way out Numbah 86 stopped at the edge of the door and whispered to Numbah 60, "so what was that all about?" Patton just groaned and walked out of the door with her, "I'll tell you later", he grunted. After everyone had filed out, Schmitt turned to Numbah 1918 and demanded furiously, "how much did you tell him?!" Jonathan simply shrugged and replied, "just the basics, so pretty much the stuff you told us in the beginning. Nothing too deep, but enough for him to get an idea of the bigger picture."
"Good", replied Schmitt walking out of the ship with him, "there is much more to be said, but judging from Patton's reaction now is not the time to reveal anymore. We can worry about that later though, right now we have to focus on halting the invasion." "Numbah 362 is going to demand answers and now that Patton knows our side of the story, she's gonna want more than basic info." "I know, I know", replied Schmitt anxiously, his face fell into a frown, "maybe it is time to tell them about the Federation." "Maybe", replied Jonathan, but at the same time he grabbed Schmitt's arm and spun him around to look him straight in the eye, "but now is not the time to talk about the Directorate." "You think I don't know that", snapped Schmitt, anxiously glancing over his shoulder at the growing crowd of operatives come to welcome back the survivors from the Moonbase, "I may be regretful, but I'm not stupid!"
Jonathan grimaced, "I'm just warning you, the KND is already balanced on the edge of a knife, that knowledge could send it to the blade. Its going to get really chaotic in the next few days, they're going to need all the hope they can get..." "They're going to need more than just hope", interrupted Schmitt, "you seem to be forgetting that this isn't the invasion I prepared you for, the KND isn't ready for full on war, not on this scale." The crowd of operatives had already vanished down the hall to the command center, so Schmitt and Jonathan began to follow.
"Patton's already made it clear he wants to take the fight to the Confederacy", said Jonathan, "he thinks that if we throw all our resources at them, we can win." Schmitt scoffed at that, "you and I both know that would be suicidal, he obviously doesn't comprehend the full power of what we're up against here. I'm gonna have to try and persuade them from that course of action when we get up there." Schmitt glanced apologetically at Jonathan, "you do realize that when we reveal this stuff they'll kick you guys out of the KND along with me, right?"
Jonathan did a sort of a half grimace half grin, "heh, and if we lose there won't be a KND anymore and its not like Arthurs will let us walk away with our lives either I'm guessing." "Damned if you do and damned if you don't", Schmitt sighed, hung his head and then looked up at the ceiling, "sorry for dragging you and the others into this. I didn't want any of this, for any of you..." "Oh, shove a sock in it Admiral", Jonathan interrupted, chuckling, "you never did sugar coat it when you laid out the terms to us, and we all knew what we were getting into when we signed up. Me and the others, we're here because we wanted to be here, none of that's your fault."
Schmitt smiled sadly, "well that's one grain of sand off the mountain on my conscience." "And besides", continued Jonathan, "if we all die, then you don't have to tell the KND anything!" Schmitt chuckled, "secrets to the grave eh? I see a bit of my morbid sense of humor has finally rubbed off on you." Jonathan grinned, "only a little." "Very well then", Schmitt folded his arms behind his back and began marching up the corridor, "come along Sergeant, we have a war to win!" "Right behind you sir", replied Jonathan, still grinning. The pair slowly made their way down the hall, towards the command center and the tumultuous future that lay beyond.
Villains Convention Hall: Virginia
"...and then", exclaimed Mr. Boss, "we'll break into the Moonbase and steal their Codemodule, with it we'll be able to find where that blasted Numbah 1 is hiding so we can finally steal the Book of KND from him!" Mr. Boss was gathered around a large table at the convention center, surrounded by nearly every other adult super villain in the world, except Father who was still out searching the world for Nigel Uno. "Hey, didn't Grandfather already try that?" asked Nightbrace, "Aye! and the scurvy dog got his butt whooped all the same", added Stickybeard, skeptically. "Well yes, but do any of you have any better ideas now that Fathers gone, I mean he did pretty much plan all of these attacks on his own", countered Mr. Boss. Everyone looked around in confusion, trying to think of something, but in the end they all just shrugged. "Oh come on, and you call yourselves villains?!"
"Incredible, even after a millennia, they're still just as moronic and incompetent as ever." "WHO SAID THAT", demanded Mr. Boss furiously, as all the villains turned angrily towards the sound of the unknown voice. In the doorway to the convention center, stood a group of kids, armed to the teeth and wearing some strange red and ochre uniforms. They looked nothing like the KND operatives the adults were used to, but that wasn't about to deter an entire room's worth of trigger happy adult super villains. "KIDS NEXT DOOR-" yelled Mr. Boss, but the voice cut him off, "you must have us confused with those other kids up on the moon."
The voice wasn't coming from any one of the kids in the doorway, "well who are you then", demanded Mr. Boss. One of the kids threw a device into the center of the room that began to spin and emit a multi-colored light. All of a sudden a hologram of a kid wearing what appeared to be some kind of military uniform was projected into the center of the room. The holographic projection "walked" towards the congregation of adults and finally stopped right before Mr. Boss. The holographic boy regarded the adult leader with a mixture of contempt and disgust, "I will not deign to give my name to such lower life forms, suffice to say, I am the commander in charge of these forces."
Mr. Boss cast an eye across the assembled troops, already aware that they were blocking the only direct way out of the room, "I'm going to ignore the first part of that sentence, so if your not the KND, then who are you and why are you here?" The holographic projection of Arthurs sneered at Mr. Boss, "I suppose everyone is owed at least one last request. Very well then, we are soldiers of the Kids Militiant Confederacy and we have come from across the galaxy to...", he raised an arm and the soldiers behind him leveled their rifles at the adult congregation, "...enact pest control."
The adults blanched, but Mr. Boss stood his ground, "nice display kid, but your still just a little brat in the end, so put the toys down and get out of our way before things get ugly!" Arthurs laughed, "adult arrogance is still as legendary as it was a thousand years ago I see", he flicked a finger at the crowd, "sergeant." One of the soldiers in line let off a single shot from his rifle and Mega Mom dropped to the ground as the contents of her brain were explosively evacuated out the back of her head. Said contents splattered across the face of Destructo Dad, who fell to his knees and began shrieking over the corpse of his wife.
Mr. Boss and the others villains froze as the enormity of the situation hit them like a tidal wave. Arthurs meanwhile, was still laughing, "give my regards to your children when you get up there", he pointed a finger mockingly at the ceiling before turning and began walking through the line of soldiers, the hologram simply phasing through their ranks, "give them what they deserve", he ordered as he left. The troops in the door sighted down their rifles and turned the convention hall into a killing ground, "DEATH TO THE ADULT", they yelled, "DEATH! DEATH! DEATH!"
The screams of the dying adults bounced off the walls, all but drowned out by the unending staccato bursts of rifle fire. Though there were few adults left to see it, visible through the glass in the ceiling, all across the sky fiery shapes plunged towards the city, trailing smoke contrails like falling stars. The sleek, dart like forms of Confederate fighters screamed overhead, missiles leapt from their wings and slammed into the towering city skyscrapers, turning them into burning pyres of steel and scrap. Already in the streets, the tramp of boots and grinding of armored treads could be heard. The invasion had begun.
Dark stuff, well Chapter 7 will probably be coming out either at the end of this week or next Monday, I am probably not going to write any more stories until I finish this, but seeing how long this is going to be that might change. As always, Please comment and Review!