A Few Moments Ago

Mrs. Haven and Corrine heard the loud booms and the sound of utter war happening just outside the house. Mrs. Haven peeked out the front window and saw blue-furred alien wolf creatures ravaging the block. She hoped and prayed that they wouldn’t decide to attack their home. She saw her boys taking cover behind the truck while the soldiers who came with Uncle Bobby fought off the menacing army.

She looked up at the black ships in the sky and her expression was blank. Almost as though she was lost in thought, like she had a sense of familiarity with what was happening. She wasn’t scared nor was she distraught as she normally would be. She was calm in a sense, as though she was assessing the situation and plotting a counter move against the aliens.

Corrine was on edge. She wanted to armor up and go and help her brothers, but she couldn’t transform with her mom being around. Even sneaking out wouldn’t have been an option. She paced back and forth trying to devise a way to deceive her mother to help her brothers. When she looked at her mom she was a bit weirded out.

There was no fear on her face.

No concern.

Not even a shred of dismay.

She just observed what was happening and was as silent and still as could be.

Why?

“Mom?” she asked.

“We need to keep that thing away from these creatures.” she replied without a second thought. It was a stern response to a situation that Corrine couldn’t comprehend.

When Mrs. Haven saw Dye get to his feet, she perked and realized he was about to go for the weapon.

“Get it, Dye!” she whispered.

Corrine furrowed her eyebrows.

Why did she just say that? How does she know Dye is capable of even doing that?

A bright and loud thud broke the fabric of space and through the portal a black armored Xenton stepped through. After something tore through the alien army, she saw her husband and brother-in-law grab the weapon and take off in the humvee. The hoard of merciless Coalts did not hesitate to pursue. As though relieved, Mrs. Haven sighed. Then a bronze blur appeared from nowhere and upon its appearance Mrs. Haven immediately changed her mood.

Mrs. Haven turned to Corrine. She approached her daughter and secured her shoulders.

“Corrine, listen to me,” she said as clearly as possible. “I need you to go help your brothers. I need you to make sure the Coalts don’t get their hands on that thing.”

Corrine was without words. What was her mother expecting her to do exactly?

“Corrine! Do you understand?” she asked with a demanding tone.

“Mom, I —,” Corrine stopped and looked into her mothers eyes. They were hard and fierce and it was through that that Corrine understood something she hadn’t considered. There it was, that final variable that decided what was going on here. It was staring Corrine right in the face.

Their Mother.

Considering everything up until now it would make sense to suggest that she knew more than what was being told.

“Ye — yeah. I understand.” said Corrine.

“Go!”

Corrine turned away and left out the back door.

When Mrs. Haven returned to the window, she saw her boys and the Xenton gone. She took a deep breath and sighed again.

RIGHT NOW

The humvees stormed down the street of Beach Shores, cutting through and between traffic as the Coalts pursued the vehicles. The agile creatures climbed freeway ramps, launched themselves from tall buildings, leaped in front of the vehicles, all in an attempt to get their weapon.

More aerial pods were launched from the ships above. The swarms descended upon the roaring humvees as they weaved in between traffic. Coalts smashed through cars and incoming traffic just as the swarms of vessels began to open fire. The General swerved to avoid being hit and shifted gears to speed up.

“Where are we going?” asked Mr. Haven.

“We need to get to the base!” he replied.

The object sat in the back. Laying there as though thousands, if not millions of blue alien creatures weren’t after it.

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“How far is it?” asked Mr. Haven, holding on to the overhead handle.

Uncle Bobby swerved again to avoid overhead fire. He looked at his younger brother briefly. “Far!”

He shifted gears again. “We need some cover.”

“Head downtown. The buildings will make it harder for them to target us.”

“Good idea!”

He took the next exit and drifted the turn.

“General! General, please come in! Over?” said the radio on the dash.

“Grab the microphone and hit the button,” he told his brother.

Mr. Haven obeyed. He hit the button and held up so the General could speak.

“Private! What’s your status? Over?”

“We’re on your six but we’re being overrun, Sir. What are your orders? Over?”

Mr. Haven hit the button.

“We return to base. Can you get us there, soldier? Over?”

“That’s affirmative, Sir. Permission to activate Project Zero? Over?”

The General looked at his brother worriedly.

“What you’re about to see is –”

“CLASSIFIED! I KNOW! JUST DO IT!”

“Private! You are clear for GO!”

The General swerved again to avoid being hit. He cut around a corner and shifted gears.

“You didn’t see anything!” The General told his brother.

The Humvee that was behind them sped up and got ahead. The General slowly bumped it and the sound of metal latching was heard. The General let go of the wheel and now the vehicle was being towed by the humvee in front.

“Ada! Initiate Project Zero!”

“Hello General. Might I remind you that Project Zero still hasn’t been tested.” A robotic-female voice seemed to emanate from all around inside the vehicle.

“I’m aware, Ada. Consider this our test!”

“Very well, General. Would you like to set a course?”

“Get us back to base!”

“Affirmative! Security Clearance required.”

“General Robert Michael Haven!”

“Security Clearance Confirmed!”

Shoulder straps sprang up from behind the seats. They latched themselves over both the General and Mr. Haven, tightening and securing them both. Then the seats started moving, switching Mr. Haven behind his brother as his seat moved front and center. The dashboard started to change as controls and buttons transformed into a completely new interface. The back of the humvee in front of them opened just as the windshield of the humvee they were in started to unlatch.

“General!” said the Soldier, wearing a headset.

“Private!” The General replied.

The two vehicles connected and sealed themselves into one.

On the outside the now one humvee began to change. An armored covering started to appear while guns and other weaponry flipped into view.

The pods flew ahead of the armored vehicle and created a barricade. They opened fire but the shots were ineffective.

“General, we have targets at twelve o’ clock.”

“Prepare the Omega Cannon!”

At the head of the vehicle, a large, two prong rail-like weapon emerged. The prongs separated and began charging.

“Omega Cannon Ready!”

“FIRE!”

The huge orb of electricity was blasted and the swarm of pods blocking their way were immediately obliterated. The tank stormed through the wreckage and continued moving forward.

“Direct hit! Omega Cannon Charging,”

“Fine. Switch to auxiliary weapons and get us back to base!”

The guns on the tank began opening fire on the hordes of Coalts pursuing the vehicle. Green blood was splattered all over the place as carcasses fell to the ground. The tank plowed through the area relentlessly, taking down as many Coalts as possible, while also maintaining its defenses from all kinds of attacks.

“General! Civilian at twelve o’ clock.”

The tank was approaching a man, who had run into the street trying to escape the rabid creatures. When he looked up, he saw the armored vehicle approaching him and didn’t have any time to react.

An armored Dye blurred across the street, snatched up the man and ran him to safety. He set him down, and ran off again. He got ahead of the armored tank and began moving people out of the way as the tank pressed on.

“What’s happening, Private?” asked the General.

“It seems like we’re getting help from a Xenton,” he replied.

Dye raced down the street, keeping ahead as he did his best to remove people from harm’s way. When a swarm of aerial flyers set their sights on him, Dye tossed a few fireballs in the air and made copies of himself. Acting swifty, he and the rest of his clones maneuvered through the swarm of pods, leaping over and sliding under them, and continued on through the street. After they were clear, a bolt of lightning fell and the ships exploded. Sam flew through the smoke and debris just as the armored tank followed behind.

Dye and his clones split up and grabbed people who were either in the way of the tank or in the direct vicinity of Coalts. Sam did his best to take on the swarms of flying pods with strikes of lightning and heavy winds but like bugs they just kept on coming. A silver beam of light destroyed a wide array of ships as Corrine joined her brother. More pods were released from the main ships and the siblings joined forces to combat them.

Meanwhile, Jason and Mack raced alongside the armored tank; Jason hitching a ride on Mack’s piece of rock.

“YOO HOO!” said Jason, knocking on the window. “I hate to be that guy but what’s the plan here?”

On a loudspeaker, the General replied. “We need to get back base.”

“Which is where exactly?” Mack asked.

“The Nevada desert!” The General replied.

Jason and Mack looked at eachother. “Uh, you do realize that’s like a four hundred mile drive, right?” Jason said.

“I’m aware. Can you help defend the convoy? We have precious cargo inside.”

“Ei Ei Captain!” said Jason.

Mack and Jason fell back. “Dude, bet money Uncle is over at area 51.”

“I’m not making that bet!”

“Course not! When do you ever?”

Jason leaped off the rock and melted his body into water. As the Coalts pursued the vehicle, a giant tidal wave rushed them all away. As the water passed, more Coalts just crawled out of nowhere.

“We have four hundred miles of this?!” Jason cried.

“Play it smart! We don’t have to take them out. We just have to make sure the convoy makes it back to base.” Mack cried back.