"Looking for this?" Wriik presented a grenade. He waggled his hand. This grenade was different from the others that I had ever seen before. It had uncanny spikes around its metal body, and was slightly bigger.
Traumatized mentally, Orb's face had gone ashen. "But... how?"
My feeling right there then was the same as the traitor. "Yeah, how did you know, Wriik?"
Grinning, showing his fangs, Wriik carefully construed the situation:
"The minute that we've met Orb, I've already smelled trouble. Rule number one: in a normal circumstances, a stranger would never approach another stranger, unless with a hostile intention in mind. No matter how 'accidental' the meeting it may look, this rule still applies."
Wriik pointed at the trembling alien. His claws slashing at the air, threatening to cut the undercover agent into pieces. "The moment that you've 'collided' into us, I already knew there was something odd about you. And my suspicion became stronger, when you've volunteered to 'help us, guide us'.
"Rule two: a person would never help another person, unless he would gain some kind of rewards in the end. You, my friend, are acting just like how a person with fake benevolence would act: by talking warmly yet with a cold stare and a frightening aura. This is what has given you away.
"When the wise Talus came rushing at you through the door, I searched your pockets briefly, and found this grenade." Wriik tossed the bomb up and down in his palm. "A tactical thermo nuclear grenade. A handheld-sized explosive with a blast radius of half a mile. Shrapnel numbers go up to two thousand and could instantly peel off the meat and the skin from a person's skeletal structure. A powerful weapon. What were you planning to do? A suicide bombing?"
Gritting his teeth, Orb spat at Wriik's face. "President Mak has told me to kill you if we've ever found you. He has ordered all the elite troops to look out for you. Aslo, according to the last message, our newest gun ship has arrived at the planet Detarii. We've seen your Starflyer and we've found out about the Detarii People that are underground. Now, I guess there's nothing left on that humdrum star; the invincible ship of ours has already blew the round planet into a cheese with holes!" He began to crack up.
I could feel my rage began to appear. "What have you done to Talus' people?" I was going to grab the moron by the throat when Talus appeared in front of me.
With a barely contained wrath, he punched the alien in the face. The impact was so strong that Orb was lifted off his feet and flew a good distance before toppling onto the floor.
"You fucking asshole. What have you done to my people?"
Bleeding from the cut on his face, Orb staggered onto his feet. Suddenly, he doubled over and collapsed onto the ground once again. I only blinked my eyes once and Talus had disappeared. I looked around and saw where he was. He was at the side of the heavily injured spy. What speed!
Wriik tossed the grenade into his pocket and strolled into our room.
The Detarii People's Elder tossed me a thick coil of rope from a few feet away. "Tie him up and bring him in. He may still be useful to us."
I jumped aside when Talus was coming near. His face was blank. I could feel his animosity toward the Federation now. His people, even his planet, were probably dead by now.
Walking slowly toward the fallen figure, I was on my guard. The moment that Orb lunged at me, I would seriously blow his head off with my power. I bounded the silver alien up tightly, and carried him on my shoulder and headed into our room. The door closed with a bang, and the hallway was quiet once again.
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That was what had happened on the first day. The first time that I had actually seen just how strong Talus was. I guessed that I was relieved, somewhat. With another strong ally assisting us in our quest, I was sure we could accomplish our goal: to destroy the Federation and their power to influence other innocent souls.
"What are you thinking?" Wriik asked me as I snapped back into reality. We were now walking down the street, heading toward a theater a few blocks away.
"Nothing much. I hope Talus is okay with Orb. I still don't trust that fellow."
Smiling, Wriik laid an assuring hand on my shoulder. "Hey. Don't worry. Orb is one of us now, and I trust his word."
Looking up into the sky, I said: "I hope you're right..."
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The ether was not obscured with clouds today, with the brilliant sun shining down onto the solid ground. Along the surface of the Earth, destruction roamed throughout the place. Dome Cities, one after another exploded into flames, as the massive army of five million troops stomped through the urban sectors.
The army of Mak Empire had destroyed all the opposing foes, and anyone else who were foolish enough to challenge them. The stout shields of the Cities were no match against the firepower of the Mak Empire Army. Bombs, cannons, missiles, mines, tanks, guns... all arsenals were pounding against each layer of the armors, completely shattering the protection zones, and wiped out all the defenders with thunderous explosions, with radiation fireballs that extended miles beyond miles.
The Center Com was the place where the worse fighting took place. Bodies littered along the blood-drenched ground. Empty shells and cartridges bouncing across the barren land. There was a huge, empty space between the two armies, which was termed: No Man's Land. It was where the most casualties took place. Shells flew back and forth across the sector.
The Center Com was a facility, with thirty super generators to power up the safeguarding buffers. Gun ports were all along the entire compound, all were protected with multi-duplex, twenty inches armor plating to protect the gunners. The compound housed nearly sixty thousand people, with forty percent of the population were soldiers.
The Mak Empire Army (also called as MEA for short) was having a difficult time to penetrate the defense of the complex. The soldiers were brave. They were determined. They wanted their great leader, Mak, to liberate the whole planet, where poverty and all other petty crimes were no longer a threat. Mak had promised them. Mak could and would do what he had promised.
The sun was nearly blocked off by the black haze that was gradually rising off from the battle field. A T-41 fighter plane roared across the smoke-filled sky. On its belly, missiles and bombs could be seen. The Air Striker guns of the Center Com suddenly appeared on the top of the roofs. Flashes appeared throughout the land and the air exploded with bangs and booms. The plane dipped, veered, and righted itself as it was approaching its target.
The pilot flipped the controls and unleashed a dense wave of air to ground rockets. The warheads came in contact with the Multi Shields and detonated with series of cracks. The projectiles were different than the others. Instead of just exploding into harmless dusts, these missiles had an extra built in feature: the experimental electro beam. When the central compartment of each rocket was set off, the components within that little chamber combined together and formed a straight line of laser beam. The beams' temperature could easily rise up to a few million degrees, melting everything within their paths. This was the probationary weapon of the Tyr Department. And Mak had gotten his dirty hands on them.
Another interesting feature of the beams was that they could pass through any shields and attack the enemy on the other side.
The first ten lasers missed, hitting the ground and burning deep holes. The last twenty, however, were dead on target. They all punched through the generators that were basically the heart of the Center Com, and blew them up.
The shields disappeared. The army of Mak Empire charged in with a fulminating roar. Now the gunfire resumed on the ground, and all hell broke loose.
Center Com was defeated.
~End Chapter 15~