02-23-2011, 04:07 PM
Another invader down at the hands of Shane, but they were like ants, no matter how many you squashed twice as much emerged from within the soil. At the rate they were going both Shane and Prue’s energies would continue to diminish until they had nothing left, and even then, the enemies would still keep coming. The irony was that when the war had begun the combination of earth’s representatives and the warriors of planet mercy had outnumbered their enemy but now it were the invaders who outnumbered them proving that the quality of an army was better than the quantity of one. The alien invaders had been too much for them to handle, it was that simple.
“It’s over,” said Prue, shaking her head in disbelief as her allies continued to get manhandled. “There’s nothing we can do for this planet now.”
“They’ve won…say it,” replied Shane.
“I don’t believe it,” she laughed. “Never thought I’d live to see the day that the army of earth actually lost a war.”
“Never had you down as the pessimistic type.”
“Just stating facts.”
“We may be losing the battle, but we ain’t lost the war.”
“Exactly so let’s head back to earth while we still can, heal and then plan a counterattack.”
Shane glanced around; there was blood everywhere accompanied by dead invaders and dead inhabitants of Mercy. Any normal person with no experience in war should have cringed at that point but it was the images of dead humans that caused him to cringe. Why did things have to turn out so bad?
Shane frowned. Life was not fair.
This was not just about the reward money anymore; the situation had gotten personal. Too many allies had died valiantly for the safety of their planets. If he were to retreat like the many others around him then those who had died on the battlefields sacrifices would be in vain.
“Nothing’s stopping you from leaving but I’m fighting this battle till the end,” said Shane.
“Get a grip on reality Shane. I thought you were smarter than that.”
“The invaders bleed, so in my book they aren’t unbeatable,” he replied as golden ki swirled to life in his palms, his brown eyes bearing a look of determination. “Plus you know that old saying; it ain’t all over till the fat lady sings.”
“She’s been singing for the last three hours!”
Not only had Prue travelled to Mercy with him, fought alongside him, but he was a colleague so she could not just abandon him. It was like her brother Kirano said, ‘those who abandon their teammates are worse than scum.’
“You can stand there all you want but I’m going in again.” The ki orbs that waited patiently in his palms hummed.
“Sorry,” she replied, and in a flicker moved a meter in distance, positioning herself behind him and joining her hands. Before Shane even realised it, Prue slammed her forearm into the back of his neck. It was quick and painless and resulted in Shane falling onto his front, losing consciousness as soon as he had hit planet mercy’s turf.
“I see what you did there.” Prue turned from Shane to view the male onlooker. “Need a hand with him?” the earthling asked, trails of blood on the right hand side of his face.
“Nah, I’m cool.” Prue would have preferred to teleport them back to earth but she did not have enough ki to teleport that far. She did however have enough reserved to teleport back to the alternative, the area where the ships that had arrived to mercy from earth were, that was if they were still there. If not, earth’s survivors would be screwed. At this point she had nothing to lose by going back and finding out.
Prue envisioned the place where she had boarded to planet mercy, simultaneously placing a hand on Shane and then moments later the figures disappeared, leaving behind black particles of haze, reappearing to the area of the ships. She winced due to the feeling of her muscles being stretched. She had reached the point where she barely had enough ki to produce an energy wave.
There were hundreds of earth’s fighters there, even some aliens that belonged to mercy. They all had one thing in common; they were injured one way or another, those of course in worse condition than others. Medics were all over the place, mostly human but a small number of alien nurses too.
There were stretchers that carried people onto all three of the ships, others that escorted their comrades onto the ship and then there were those that were healthy enough to walk on their own two feet, however wore dispirited expressions on their faces, and then there were those who just stood still in catatonic states. This was not abnormal; war caused trauma.
Among the nurses she spotted a brunette haired woman in her early twenties using her healing ability to treat a wounded man. The golden light that had emerged from her palms slowly began to fade. She was an advanced healer.
“Anna!” Prue called. Prue’s father’s housemaid glanced up at her. “You’ll be fine now,” the angelic looking healer said to the solider she had partially healed with a smile, and then she stood up and ran towards the unconscious man by the teenage girl.
“No, don’t worry about him. If he recovers he’ll just go back to the battlefield.” She gazed at Shane and sighed. “Men.”
“It’s over,” said Prue, shaking her head in disbelief as her allies continued to get manhandled. “There’s nothing we can do for this planet now.”
“They’ve won…say it,” replied Shane.
“I don’t believe it,” she laughed. “Never thought I’d live to see the day that the army of earth actually lost a war.”
“Never had you down as the pessimistic type.”
“Just stating facts.”
“We may be losing the battle, but we ain’t lost the war.”
“Exactly so let’s head back to earth while we still can, heal and then plan a counterattack.”
Shane glanced around; there was blood everywhere accompanied by dead invaders and dead inhabitants of Mercy. Any normal person with no experience in war should have cringed at that point but it was the images of dead humans that caused him to cringe. Why did things have to turn out so bad?
Shane frowned. Life was not fair.
This was not just about the reward money anymore; the situation had gotten personal. Too many allies had died valiantly for the safety of their planets. If he were to retreat like the many others around him then those who had died on the battlefields sacrifices would be in vain.
“Nothing’s stopping you from leaving but I’m fighting this battle till the end,” said Shane.
“Get a grip on reality Shane. I thought you were smarter than that.”
“The invaders bleed, so in my book they aren’t unbeatable,” he replied as golden ki swirled to life in his palms, his brown eyes bearing a look of determination. “Plus you know that old saying; it ain’t all over till the fat lady sings.”
“She’s been singing for the last three hours!”
Not only had Prue travelled to Mercy with him, fought alongside him, but he was a colleague so she could not just abandon him. It was like her brother Kirano said, ‘those who abandon their teammates are worse than scum.’
“You can stand there all you want but I’m going in again.” The ki orbs that waited patiently in his palms hummed.
“Sorry,” she replied, and in a flicker moved a meter in distance, positioning herself behind him and joining her hands. Before Shane even realised it, Prue slammed her forearm into the back of his neck. It was quick and painless and resulted in Shane falling onto his front, losing consciousness as soon as he had hit planet mercy’s turf.
“I see what you did there.” Prue turned from Shane to view the male onlooker. “Need a hand with him?” the earthling asked, trails of blood on the right hand side of his face.
“Nah, I’m cool.” Prue would have preferred to teleport them back to earth but she did not have enough ki to teleport that far. She did however have enough reserved to teleport back to the alternative, the area where the ships that had arrived to mercy from earth were, that was if they were still there. If not, earth’s survivors would be screwed. At this point she had nothing to lose by going back and finding out.
Prue envisioned the place where she had boarded to planet mercy, simultaneously placing a hand on Shane and then moments later the figures disappeared, leaving behind black particles of haze, reappearing to the area of the ships. She winced due to the feeling of her muscles being stretched. She had reached the point where she barely had enough ki to produce an energy wave.
There were hundreds of earth’s fighters there, even some aliens that belonged to mercy. They all had one thing in common; they were injured one way or another, those of course in worse condition than others. Medics were all over the place, mostly human but a small number of alien nurses too.
There were stretchers that carried people onto all three of the ships, others that escorted their comrades onto the ship and then there were those that were healthy enough to walk on their own two feet, however wore dispirited expressions on their faces, and then there were those who just stood still in catatonic states. This was not abnormal; war caused trauma.
Among the nurses she spotted a brunette haired woman in her early twenties using her healing ability to treat a wounded man. The golden light that had emerged from her palms slowly began to fade. She was an advanced healer.
“Anna!” Prue called. Prue’s father’s housemaid glanced up at her. “You’ll be fine now,” the angelic looking healer said to the solider she had partially healed with a smile, and then she stood up and ran towards the unconscious man by the teenage girl.
“No, don’t worry about him. If he recovers he’ll just go back to the battlefield.” She gazed at Shane and sighed. “Men.”