The Feline Devils | Chapter One: Invasion - Part One
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The Feline Devils
Chapter One: Invasion - Part One
Fleet Admiral Zim awoke groggily one morning aboard his I-42C Flagship, dubbed the Z.G.F. Soanth in honor of the former Fleet Admiral. He rolled over and a transparent red screen appeared next to his bed displaying the time, it was 4:58 am, shipboard time. Zim rolled back over and right when he was about to go to sleep, he heard the tell-tale ding of a message for him. "Computer, relay message," The Fleet Admiral said, upset about his day starting so early. Another screen appeared in midair with the huskan face of his second in command appearing.
"What is it, Admiral Ndore?" Zim said, alert. His second would never interrupt his sleep unless he were absolutely needed.
"Sir," the admiral began with a crisp salute, left hand to chest, open palm outward in the traditional gizian style, "We have arrived at the homeworld of the Triviaeli and are hovering in orbit, they show no signs of having noticed our presence with the exclusion of more of their ships than usual starting up."
"Have we received word yet from the last embassador we sent?"
"No, sir."
"Very well, ready the 23rd and 87th legions and also get me a unit of barew as well. They should prove useful in knocking down the trees these felines enjoy hiding in. I'll be out in about 30 minutes, have them ready."
"As you command." With another salute, the screen vanished.
"Computer, turn on the lights." The lights came on slowly, allowing the fleet admiral's eyes time to adjust. Once they were fully on, he climbed out of the bed and began getting dressed. He pulled on a light shirt and shorts made of the finest gizow wool. Then he started buckling on his battle armor, made for the maximum mobility while warding off plasma and laser blasts from far away. It consisted of a breast plate and hard black metal plates buckled onto his arms and legs, leaving the elbows and knees open. Being the fleet admiral, his armor has special pigments worked into it which allows him to activate a cloaking device. Near his right wrist, his armor can rise up and put out a blade made of plasma for close quarter combat. Near his left, a plasma gun can rise up. Lastly he pulled on his vest and his utility belt, already loaded with his folding blade made of the finest arwanitk, the strongest metal known to the Gizmos, also the rarest.
Zim stepped over to his desk and pulled over a redwood box, made with a genetic fusion of the redwood and cherry trees from earth. Inside was his HFC, Hands Free Computer. He pulled it out and hooked it over his right ear and extended it down to sit comfortably along his head just behind his eye until he needed it. The HFC had a red glass screen which the fleet admiral could easily control with his eyes. He looked toward the side of his bed and the red screen appeared again, 5:19 am, shipboard time.
The Fleet Admiral looked at his bed and gave a longing sigh as he headed for the door. His door was a unique prize, it was a solid door of petrified redwood, carved with the howling head of a gizian, the symbol of the Gizdom. Behind the head was carved the likeness of a large sword, engraved with a fang, the symbol of the Fleet Admiral, the fang marking a swordmaster. Zim pushed open the door and began walking down the hallway towards the bridge, Captain Paul, the commander of his personal guard fell in behind him as he made his way down the brightly lit hall.
"These devils have been giving me headaches for months..." the fleet admiral said to the captain, "We try to be nice, we offer the proverbial olive branch to them and they take it and beat us over the head and shove it up our rears... Well, now they've brought my attention on them and I must go down there and make an example, sometimes I hate my job."
The captain only nodded silently. Captain Paul was a strange one, about eighty years prior, his home had been attacked by a large band of vicious edar. The few soldiers at the outpost had been gruesomely slaughtered and the edar had set about torturing and eating the civilians. By the time reinforcements arrived, only ten people remained alive. Paul was the only of the ten recovered to survive the first month away. His experience in that outpost would have left most people mad and yet he signed up and protected the fleet admiral who had come to his rescue. He is extremely loyal and a fast friend of Zim. The captain almost never speaks, and when he does it is barely in response to a comment made to him.
Fleet Admiral Zim came to the door to the bridge to a state of organized chaos. Technicians were running all over below getting the invasion vehicles prepared. Soldiers were going through their rounds, preparing themselves for the oncoming battle. The forces below the bridge were massive, but the fleet admiral knew that many of them would die that day and in the days ensuing. The commanders were all assembled and awaiting him around the table displaying the layout of the world.
"What's the situation down there?" the fleet admiral asked.
"As per your orders, we have only released troups from the Z.G.F. Carnahation. We have made a presence, but have yet to make any progress. The triviaeli are keeping our forces back with their exploding arrows, squads one, nine, and ten are keeping them busy there. Meanwhile squads two and three are making progress around the triviaeli lines to assault their palace. Squads four through eight never made it to the ground," Admiral Ndore answered. Admiral Jenn Hama Ndore had been a childhood friend of Zim, they both enlisted at the same time and rose quickly through the ranks, Jenn always a step behind Zim. The admiral was truly the better military mind, though his reclusiveness made him unable to progress as quickly as the fleet admiral. He stood a little over six feet tall with golden fur and hazel colored eyes. Of the commanders there, he was the only huskan, a species similar to the wolf-like gizian, yet more similar to a husky than a wolf. He always carries a sniper rifle that he personally constructed with enough power to blow a hole clean through a ship's foot-thick hull at close range.
"Where are the GROs at, Android13?" Zim said as he turned to the android, one of only thirteen ever successfully created.
"The Gizian Retrieval Operatives are making steady progress through the enemy lines towards the palace. Two of the ten GROs have been disabled, technicians have been dispatched to repair them," the human android replied. Android13, also known as Razgriz13 is one of only thirteen humans and soreant to have survived the robotication process. He was once human with the thinking of a gizian, thus he was chosen among only fifty other humans to be attempted to be turned into an android. Their function is to manage the many robotics throughout the Gizdom and report their status, they are not as advanced as the Computer, but they have natural intelligence which is useful when issuing commands that are completely illogical to a computer but would work. He is the most bloodthirsty of the androids, this is believed to be a result of the sheltering his human parents subjected him to.
"What is the eta for our drops?"
"They will be ready within ten minutes. The other ships are on stand by and will be ready within twenty minutes of *your* command," Admiral Waownat, commander of the Z.G.F. Tawnal, barked. This grizzled gizian stood the shortest of all the commanders, only five and a half feet tall. He had mostly gray and white fur with black patches on his tail and arms. His eyes were a deep amber color. His HFC is also amber colored. He wore the standard battle attire though his vest of command was embroidered with so much gold he practically shined. His vest was perhaps a bit too extravagant, suited more for an appearance before the High Council than field command but the fleet admiral ignored it. Admiral Waownat had served for many years under the Fleet Admiral Soanth and had thought he would be next in line, Zim was always careful around him, making sure to clip all of his plots before they have a chance to bloom. Yowt had been on medical leave for mental instability when Soanth fell and seemed to believe it was Zim's fault that he did not get the promotion.
"Transmit the order to begin preparations for drop. We will all drop together, hopefully most of us can make it through. Those harpoon cannons of theirs are a real nuisance. Drop a few decoy ships with the dropships. Perhaps some of our men can be saved by that. Drop the 23rd and 87th legions as soon as preparations are finished. I will be accompanying them along with Admiral Ndore, Admiral Waownat, and Admiral Oalwn. Today we finally show these primitives they don't mess with the Grand Gizian Army without suffering the consequences!" With that the fleet admiral walked out to go down amongst the troops themselves, leaving Captain Paul on the bridge.
The Fleet Admiral walked out into the preparations area speaking quietly with a few soldiers here and there, offering encouragement, helping lift a heavy object, whatever he can do to keep morale high. Even still, he noticed a few small groups of the soldiers there giving him a hateful glare. He thought nothing of it, many soldiers are angry over being sent into such a battle where many of them would die. He came to the squad of barew next, great towering bear-like creatures with little more intelligence than animals, wrestling with each other. Zim waved the leader of the barew over to him, "How are your people holding up going down there, Bawn?"
"They are prepared, commander. They shall fight with the same ferocity that we barew fight with everywhere. We will prove our worth on this battle field as well as any other, we are ready," the giant gold and tan furred bear replied. The barew have few born with the capacity for strategic planning, those who are become the leaders of their communities and those even more capable are sent to the Gizian Army to serve. Bawn is one such. Zim and he had served on many campaigns together and have developed a strong friendship. Barew are loyal if nothing else, Zim knows that Bawn would do his best crashing through trees and countless foes if he thought that Zim might be in trouble.
"I would like for you to accompany me on my dropship when we go. I need you up in my quarters in about fifteen minutes, please."
"As the pact was made, so shall the request be granted, Warna." Warna being the barew word for great war leader. The fleet admiral nodded his head and took his leave.
Zim walked off towards the living quarters, there were a few more men he wanted with him. As he entered the hall, Panwque, one of the tiscraner aboard the ship, ran into him and fell down. The tiscraner are divided into sub races as they are extremely adaptable and adapted to the various parts of their homeworld. This was one of the mlantosh, the tree dwellers of Charee. The mlantosh jumped up and got behind the fleet admiral as two heavy huskans came running out of the showerroom, their fur a bright pink color.
"I'm gonna kill that weasel when I get my hands on him!" one of them yelled. They both came to a hurried stop when they saw the fleet admiral standing there and the mlantosh smirking at them from behind his back.
"What is the meaning of this!?" The fleet admiral demanded.
"That little rat put a dye in the shower!" the second one snapped back.
"Is this true?" Zim asked as he rounded on the small tiscraner.
Panwque looked fearfully at the fleet admiral, not sure to run or stay, "y-yes," he stammered in reply.
Zim turned back to the huskans standing there with a triumphant look on their hot pink faces, "I shall take care of this troublemaker, you are dismissed, and make sure to get some clothes on!" the huskans blushed deeply turning the pink into a scarlet red as they realized they had run out of the showers naked and dared to go before their commander. They quickly dashed away and back into the showerroom.
The fleet admiral turned to look at the small mlantosh. His body was that of a large ferret, and his fur was a medley of reds and oranges with purple hands and feet. Most of his face was a dark purple, nearly black, with a bright orange spot at the tip of his nose. He wore black shorts made of a special wood of his homeworld as well as a large black hat with a purple feather in it from the rare uecal bird of his homeworld, he was able to bring one down though it almost cost him his life, he kept a feather from its tail in that hat as a badge of honor. He also had the large cloak that the mlantosh wore with strange cloaking abilities woven into it. The fleet admiral knew Panwque had a large number of knives and daggers throughout that cloak and his shorts. Zim even suspected there was a knife blending into the hat. The mlantosh were masters at hiding things they don't want seen, even in plain sight. Suddenly the young tiscraner's face was broken with a wide grin and the two began laughing hysterically.
"That's the best thing I've seen all week!" the fleet admiral wheezed between laughs, "I'm glad I'll have you down there with me."
With that, the laughing stopped, "Seriously? You're really goin to take me down there with you?"
"Yes, your skills are needed, especially with the many trees down there."
"YAHOO!" the tiscraner cheered while jumping into the air, "I finally get to go on a mission!"
"Calm down Panwque, you've much to do before we go, we're leaving in ten minutes, I expect you ready and in my quarters by then."
"Yessir!" with a quick salute, the young ferret ran off down the hall leaping into the air here and there. Chuckling, the fleet admiral went in search of his other two friends.
As suspected, Zim found the other two together in the oceanic room. The fleet admiral walked in to Honet, the otawri, swimming through the large pool in the center of the room and Enigm, the firest tiscraner, sitting on the edge of the pool dabbling his feet in the water while cleaning his spears. Despite them being from completely different environments, the two have become very close friends and served with Zim several times. Enigm comes from a fiery, volcanic part of Charee, where he was raised in the fierce environment filled with beasts that could swallow twelve of him whole at one time. He stood almost six feet tall, with a very muscular body. Even sitting there, Zim knew that Enigm could fight a horde of edar in a heart's beat. His fur was mostly red-orange with a few brown and black splotches here and there. He wore blue jean shorts with a faded blue open jacket. The only weapons Enigm would use were his two spears made of a wood stronger than most metals, though his fists and feet were just as deadly.
"Ahh, has the fleet admiral come to dance with me today?" Enigm asked as Zim stepped in.
"Sadly there's no time. I need you both ready for drop in ten minutes and in my quarters."
"I had a feeling you'd be coming for this," Enigm made a strange barking sound taught to him by Honet, meant to carry, even through water. Zim had also been taught the bark though he couldn't quite pull it off. Honet came out of the water in a great splash and almost tripped when he saw the fleet admiral standing there. Honet, a member of the otawri race, looked similar to the tiscraner, though more like an otter. His fur was a brown fading to gray on the arms and legs and gradually darkening to black for his hands and feet. He wore green shorts made from a special plant that grows on his homeworld which was already dry after the swim. He grabbed a towel and began drying off his fur.
"To what do we owe this pleasure?" Honet asked.
"I'd like for you to accompany me to the surface for the invasion, I need you ready and in my quarters within ten minutes."
"We shall be there, Zim," Enigm replied.
As the fleet admiral left the oceanic room, a section of the wall across from him seemed to pull away. He turned and started walking back towards his quarters.
"I was wondering when you might show up," he said looking forward.
The section of wall followed him down the corridor and began to speak in a feminine voice, "I apologize I did not come sooner," her voice spoke of pain.
"You've been hurt!?" Zim exlaimed.
"Its nothing serious, but it seems that Admiral Waownat has discovered me, some of his men beat me and locked me in a storeroom. I can still spy on them since I didn't let down my camoflage."
"So they are up to something..."
"Yes, I'm unsure as to what, but I believe that this may be Admiral Waownat's most horrible deed yet. I have a very bad feeling about this."
"I want you to remain on the ship, I must still go down there, if I don't then I'll be letting Waownat win."
"But I-"
"No, I appreciate everything you've done for myself and the Gizdom, but I need to go down there and you need to stay here, hopefully to thwart his plans. Now, I must be off, I've work to do before we drop." the fleet admiral walked on leaving what still seemed a section of the wall standing there.
Zim arrived in his quarters to find everyone assembled. Including Admiral Ndore, Captain Paul, and Razgriz13.
"Computer, seal this room off from eavesdropping, override code 13918," Zim said.
"Command confirmed. Error encountered. Override code confirmed. Room sealed from eavesdropping of all forms," a monotonous female voice replied.
"Well, you all know that I want you to accompany me today, I need you all to watch my back. Spryna was attacked today by Waownat's men, this means we are flying blind. I fear that he may succeed today, if only for a short time," the fleet admiral looked around. Admiral Ndore with his rifle from his shoulder and his laptop in his other hand. Captain Paul with a hand on his sword, the other on one of the guns hanging from his belt. Razgriz13 with his strange weapon he calls a naginita. Bawn with a giant axe strapped to his back and him on all fours. Panwque with his hat and cloak with a gun on his belt. Enigm with his spears, one in each hand. Lastly, Honet with a sling, two-pronged spear, and a sniper rifle. "Today we conquer not only the triviaeli, but also Admiral Waownat. Now, let's go."
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