Chapter 7 (D2)
A tense confrontation that will decide the future of everyone on board the Mothership takes place, and whoever wins, the humans of Earth may yet lose.
Previously: Young defiantly fights his way to the bridge of the alien Mothership, where he is finally able to confront the one who is in charge and the one who captured him. What awaits him is a tense stand off that will decide not only his future, but that of the human race.
“You did good, ape. All this tenacity that brought you here. The Warbands will love you. Now drop that gun,” He said, using his long fingers to point first at the weapon, then at the ground.
"The Warbands? You still you're in control of this monster! Are you out of your mind, Urlak? Hasn't he killed enough of us!"
“Quiet, Mok. You should be proud; after all, it was your ground team that discovered the perfect killing machine. It is the greatest living weapon we have ever come across. I’ve never seen such ruthlessness and aggression before.”
As if to annoy the Overseer further, the Terran still refused to drop his weapon. Urlak again made the pointed gesture and if all else failed, he would fire a stun shot. There would be no room for any surprises this time. The Terran scrunched their face and spat at the floor. Instead of dropping the gun, they held the gun forward, offering it to them. Urlak looked over at Mokvel for a brief moment and smiled.
“See they already -”
That was all the time the Terran needed because before he could even finish his sentence, a loud beeping filled his ears and the Terran, likely on pure instinct, jumped back and down to the ground while covering their ears. The plasma explosion that followed tore through the Overseer’s fragile body, sent Mokvel flying and scattered the others on the bridge into a mass panic. Mokvel hit the ground in a lowered section as he heard more fizzling plasma shots. The Terran had recovered and was finishing his work. Silence fell, but not for long as the entire ship shook violently.
Mokvel gasped, looking at the viewscreen and saw them.
The Blue Warbands had arrived in the nick of time.
Every part of him screamed as he hit the ground, the flames of plasma licking at his back while his bloodied knees scraped against the metal floor. The alien that he had first encountered while planet side had since disappeared from view, most likely dead. His friends now gave him their full attention. He roared his frustration, wanting nothing more than to return home, to be done with this entire ordeal. He just had to take out the remaining aliens and figure out how this ship worked. None of them had weapons, so it was as easy as pointing and shooting. Soon enough their garbled cries ended, and he had silence at last. While he now controlled the Command Centre, there was still the possibility of backup showing up. There’s only one unaccounted for - if he’s still alive I can get him to lockdown the bridge that should slow down any armed Greys. Then I can have him fly the ship and land on the planet’s surface. Our people could seize this entire ship! The tribal chief might even submit to me under threat of being vaporised.
It all sounded great in his head, but that was easier said than done. He was about to check where the Grey alien had landed when the ship shuddered and two much larger vessels appeared on either side. He ground his teeth again for all the good it did and watched the centre of the floor project a face; this one was blue and longer with a pointed chin and large unblinking black eyes. It spoke in a now familiarly grating angry babble and he knew that while he won this fight, his war and the fates of every man on that planet were now at the mercy of these newcomers. He watched the large group of aliens materialise before him. They were almost his height and looked equipped for a fight. Exhausted and not wanting to take chances, this time, he dropped the weapon, heard it clatter and bared his bloodied teeth. He would remember their faces and when the time came, they would regret knowing his.
Mokvel poked his head up from where he hid. The Blues had arrived and surrounded the Neanderthal man. Unable to match the firepower now arrayed against him, the man submitted, likely aware that he had no way of fighting off so many heavily armed aliens. Seeing him, one of the Blues approached and helped him back onto the elevator platform.
“Care to explain.”
Mokvel nodded. “This one here was intended to be a gift to you from the Overseer.”
“And was this him?” the Blue asked, pointing to the goopy remains of the Urlak'thul.
“Yes, our gift broke free and fought his way here.”
“Is he the only one?”
Mokvel hesitated for a moment. The Greys were unprepared for conflict, but the Blues, this was their element. They could handle the Terrans easily enough. He just feared what would become of their world. Life in the universe was fleeting enough; having the Blues descend upon the planet might just snuff out one that still had the potential to develop a civilization that could rival theirs. Perhaps it’s good they’re here then because I dread to think what these Terrans could be capable of, if allowed, to evolve past this primitive state. Keeping them under heel might be the best solution, as much as that also worries me.
“The world is full of them as far as we could figure out.”
The Blue alien looked at the Terran. “Then we have a lot of work ahead of us. Prep this one for transport and you, Researcher, you will be our consultant on this matter since you know this thing better than we could, and after seeing all this… carnage. I don’t think any of us here want to let this one out of their sights anytime soon.”
The story is about to take a very interesting turn. All the action that came before it was completely exciting and swept me along. I love being swept along when I read. Another wonderful read. Thank you, Kieran.