Chapter 4 - "General Garret's Assault"
"You fool!" screamed King Tyrinon as he blasted the Graikyan
Intelligence Unit Soldier. "How can you have let the Earth people
detect your presense!?"
The soldier struggles to get up from the blast
"Sire!" he pleaded, "I didn't know the Earth people would be
able to detect me! There must have been a malfuction in the ship's
cloaking device!"
"Enough!" Tyrinon yelled. "I will hear no more of your
excuses!"
Tyrinon stood up and walked down his throne. He raised his
hand at the soldier and blasted him again.
"This is the exact reason why I made the switch in my
soldiers. They never slip up like you!"
The soldier crawled away in fear as a dark shadow covered
him. Outside the king's throne room, to more soldiers stand guard.
Garret walks up to the doors of the throne room. He looks at one
of the guards and asks, "Is the king busy?"
"He is having a conference with the Graikyan Intelligence
Unit Soldier that patrolled Earth." replied the soldier that had a
voice of a robot.
A agonizing scream comes from the throne room and Garret
laughs, "It would seem our little friend has been punished."
"There are no friends. Only and allies and enemies." said the
other soldier on guard.
Garret looks at the gurad and pats it on the shoulder,
"You guys take things too seriously."
"The king is now free to see you, General Garret." said the
first guard.
"Good" said Garret as he walked into the chamber of the king.
Garret walks towards the throne, but stops to look at the soldier on
the ground. All that was left of him was some of his bones and his
ripped flesh. Garret chuckles at the site and continues to walk up to
the throne. Garret reaches the throne and kneels before his king.
"Permission to speak, sire." Garret asked
King Tyrinon, with his with his back turned to Garret, turns
around and sits in his throne. He looks down on Garret and licks a
small amount of blood that was left on his lip.
"Permission granted, Garret."
"Sire, I am waiting for your command to go to Earth to set up
a transport base." said Garret.
"I want you to go immediatlely. This ship is too low on fuel.
It won't make it close enough to Earth's atmosphere to be pulled in
by it's gravitational pull. When you go, just take half as many troops
as we would normally take. This will be an easy job."
Garret stood up from his kneeling and bowed with his arm across
his chest, "I'm on my way, sire."
Garret turned, swung his cape around, and began to leave the
room. As Garret made his way to the exit, Tyrinon called Garret's name.
Garret stopped and asked "what."
"Before you leave to Earth, be sure that the transport module
works or else you will end up like our friend on the ground there."
Garret shudder and agreed to the king. He looked at the raw
carcass one last time and left the throne room.
Now how do I know all of this that went on in space even though
I was stuck on Earth? I just do and there! Now back on Earth I was just
returning home in the downpour of the rain. I ran up to the entrance
of my house and reached into my school bag, looking for my keys. My bag
was soaked and so was I. I pulled my keys out and quickly opened the
door. I ran in and and closed the door as fast as I could. I stood in
the doorway, dripping, and yelled to see if my mother was home. No
answer, so that meant I couldn't get a towel. Even though it was going
to make my mother angry, I ran upstairs to the shower, causing wherever
I went to get wet. Sure my mom would be angry, but I wasn't going to
stand in the doorway and catch a cold waiting for her. Anyway, it's
just water. To warm up, I took a quick hot shower and after that, went
to my room. I walked over to the clock radio and turned it on to see
what was on. As usual, the latest songs were being repeated. It would
as if those were the only songs that ever existed. I sighed and walked
over to my closet. Inside my closet were an assortment of different
styled clothes that I wore. There were jeans, shorts, sweaters, overalls,
and so on. Over on the end of the end was an extra school uniform, so I
wouldn't have to worry about washing the one that was soaked. I pulled
out a solid, grey, short-sleeved shirt and some blue
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