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Re: A New Marr: Book 2

Part I: The Resistance

Chapter 1

The sun was bright and inviting, while the world was darkened. Ga-Ne-Vu awoke from his slumber. Once a simple Marro Drone, he discovered a wellspring and became different from the rest. Ne-Gok-Sa promoted him to the title of unique warrior. He stretched, and dragged himself to the window. Now, he lived atop Jandar's city, in one of the highest rooms in his palace. He peered down at the city. It was in ruin, and mostly empty.

Jandar's troops either died or escaped. The citizens were enslaved or slaughtered.

The buildings below were decaying. There was a bonfire of dead bodies near the outskirts. A foul odor filled the city from the fire.

Ga-Ne-Vu slowly walked downstairs. A Marro was waiting for him at the bottom. He bowed and spoke, "My lord, breakfast is served." He then led him to the dining room, even though Ga-Ne-Vu already knew where it was. The breakfast was undercooked cattle. Ga-Ne-Vu was given a very sharp knife to cut it up a little, and then scarfed it down.

He drank water from the wellsprings. It was so pure, so magical. Ne-Gok-Sa once said the water's power was that it enhances traits of the drinker but doesn't create power of its own.

After breakfast Ga-Ne-Vu did his chores: made other Marro's fear him, check! Search for survivors, check! None were found, by the way. And his last was to sent a message to Bloody, stating progress, check!

He still felt empty inside. As if he was missing something; the thrill of war, the challenge of being a normal soldier, or the threat of today being your last.

Througout the day, his mind lingered off. He thought of his past life on Marr, and his past life as a Drone. It was so much more interesting.

Another day passed. The night to follow would be a special one indeed. Ga-Ne-Vu's dream was different than what it usually was. It seemed all too real. He saw Gorrilanators attacking a small Marro village. They conquered it.

Ga-Ne-Vu didn't know if what he was dreaming was a memory or not. In his dream, he heard a Gorrilanator speak. "Finally, the last Marro territory is ours!"

"For ages the Marros have poisoned our forests, and lands, but now we rule Marr!"

The rest of the Gorrilanators cheered. Ga-Ne-Vu knew nothing like that had ever happened, was it the future or the present? If most of the Marro were brought to Valhalla he concluded it was the present, or near future.

He woke up, but quickly went back to sleep, to dream again...

"The bombs are set, Sir," said a voice.

"Good work, Samuel," said a familiar voice. Ga-Ne-Vu couldn't quite put his finger on it, who it was. There was a silence for a moment.

"5, 4, 3," said another voice, "2..." BOOM!!! An explosion shattered the silence.

Ga-Ne-Vu's view widened. BOOM!!! He heard again. A Marro Hive had exploded. It looked to be in Ticalla's Jungle, and it was very dark out. He saw Drake Alexander with 3 Airborne Elites next to him. Drake had grown a small beard, and all four of them were in their uniforms. Each of them had a helmet on, and held Thompson sub-machine guns. They had their hands over their ears.

The nearly dead Hive seemed to be crying out for help now. BOOM!!! Another bomb went off, then the bombs stopped. The Hive no longer squeeled out for help. It was dead.

"Good work soldiers," said Drake. "Now let's get our asses out of here." The soldiers moved quickly threw the forest. They bush-wacked their way through the jungle. After awhile they heard Marro voices. "Quiet!" Drake said, "And lie llow!" They lied close to the wet ground, and were absolutely still.

The Marros soon pasted. The soldiers moved on. "How'd you know the Hive was here anyway?" an Elite asked Drake.

"Jandar told me. He said some knights found it a long time ago." For this was true. A few years prior, some knights of Weston found that very Hive on Christmas day. The vision faded. Ga-Ne-Vu arose again.

"This isn't the past, nor the future," Ga-Ne-Vu thought to himself, "All this is happening right now!?"


Chapter 2

Throughout the next day, Ga-Ne-Vu pondered his visions. He wondered if they would come again. It was late afternoon. It was hot and humid outside. It drizzled every now and again. The wind was harsh. The Marro king was taking a nap in his room. He had no visions...

Ga-Ne-Vu's advisor arrived at the doorway. "My lord." He sounded like a snake, if they could talk. Ga-Ne-Vu arose as if an alarm went off in his head. He rubbed his eyes and looked around the room.

"What is it?" he said croggily, still have asleep.

"Human visitors," the advisor said.

Ga-Ne-Vu got out of the bed, and stared down at his advisor. He was a few inches taller, but not as bulky. Ga-Ne-Vu looked fit with powerful arms and legs. "What do they want?"

The advisor hesitated, before saying, "I- I don't know, sir."

"They're probably part of the resistance," Ga-Ne-Vu said as he walked out of the room. The advisor followed closely behind.

"We wanted your opinion on how we should kill them?" said the advisor, catching up to Ga-Ne-Vu as he scurried across the hallway. Ga-Ne-Vu continued around the corner, and down the stairwell not answering.

He walked into the atrium with the advisor right behind him. Ga-Ne-Vu was shocked to see Drake Alexander and his Airborne Elites. A dozen Marro Stingers surrounded the humans to make sure they didn't try anything.

Ga-Ne-Vu motioned for the Stingers to back away. They did so and Ga-Ne-Vu took another step forward. "Why have you come, Alexander?" he asked.

Drake stared at the floor. His hair was long, and was dripping with rainwater, or was it sweat, Ga-Ne-Vu wondered. His clothes were tattered and his armor looked worn.

Finally, he raised his head. "Peace?" he whispered. Ga-Ne-Vu listened attentively. "Can there be a peace between our races? Can the Marro coexist with the rest of Valhalla? I ask you this, and not Ne-Gok-Sa because you show mercy. Even when you say 'no mercy', you don't mean it. I've seen the look in your eyes. You let Ullar live didn't you?" Ga-Ne-Vu walked towards Drake. Each step echoed on the tile floor. He stopped right infront of him. "Together we can kill Ne-Gok-Sa, and make Valhalla a good place for all races," Drake said again, "Peace?" Drake held out his hand, hoping Ga-Ne-Vu would take it.

Ga-Ne-Vu stared at Drake, and Drake gazed back. "Yesterday, you destroyed a Marro Hive, and now appear at my doorstep asking for friendship? What peace is that?" Ga-Ne-Vu took Drake's hand and pulled him close. He whispered in his ear, "No peace." He let go of Drake's hand. Drake looked shocked at Ga-Ne-Vu.

"Shall we shoot them?" the advisor asked. Drake looked like he didn't care what happened, but his Elites began to talk amongst themselves.

"No," Ga-Ne-Vu said sternly.

"No?" the advisor was shocked.

"Let them go." Ga-Ne-Vu motioned for the doors to be opened. The humid atmosphere filled the room as the doorway widened. Drake nodded to Ga-Ne-Vu as he turned to exit the great castle. Ga-Ne-Vu watched him walk down the steps and into the city. It was drizzling out. The Marro Stingers quickly closed the doors again.

"My lord, you just let the leader of the resistance get away?" questioned the advisor.

Ga-Ne-Vu replied, "There'll be another time, where we'll meet once again."


Chapter 3

Drake Alexander travels across the countryside. His 3 Airborne Elites follow close behind. They are in a forest, which isn't all that dense. All of them walk low to the ground, hoping not to be spotted by any Marro.

There's a large outpost in view and Drake is sure there is a scout somewhere.

Drake crouches behind a bush while each his Elites hide next to trees. Branches are broken and twigs snapped. Drake motions for his Elites to come forward. They follow him as he leaps over the bush and stops behind a huge tree. They're all able to hide behind the same tree. All around it's more than 20 feet. Drake peers around, to see nothing but trees. Sunlight glows through the canopy up above.

Then he turns back towards the Elites on his right side. "There's no Marro's in this forest." Drake seems to loosen up. He gets out from behind the tree.

The Elites follow closely. "Where should we attack next?" asked one. Drake looked around for a second, then focused on the Elite.

"I was thinking we should go back to the Tundra. Maybe meet up with Syvarris and the nine Elves," Drake replied.

An Elite walks across a log, his hands out wide to keep his balance. "Back there?" He jumps from the log to the ground. "It's so cold there."

"Yeah John," said the last Elite sarcasticly. "That's why it's called a 'tundra'."

"Was I talking to you?" John said.

"Enough," Drake said sternly. "I think we should need some help with our next job."

"Help? Where?" asked Samuel.

"On the other side of Valhalla." Drake looked into the distance. He could see where the forest ended. "I want to gather the Kyrie who live on the opposite side of the tundra."

"How do you know there's someone there?" Samuel questioned.

"I was told so, by Jandar awhile ago. I saw a timeline in his castle, and it spoke of an ancient war that seperated the Kyrie. I asked Jandar and he told me on one side was the Valhalla we know, and have lived in for years. But there is another side, called the Forbidden Land." Drake ended his story there. He started walking towards where the forests' end. "We need all the help we can get."

They traveled out of the woods. The 4 of them continued through the plains. Then the mountains started. There was no way around them, so they trecked up it. Little snow was on the top. The grass was frosty however. An Elite named Bill, slid his fingers through it. He felt moisture on his hand. They moved onward. Ever so slowly did they walk down the first mountain. It was very foggy out. They talked little, as they wanted every last breath since it could be their last. The mountain was very steep.

John was ahead of the rest. Once he started going down, he couldn't stop/ He rushed down the mountain. His feet moved rapidly, trying to avoid each boulder and rock. "Look," pointed Bill. "He's moving like the little German boys, down... uh, what mountain was that?"

Drake decided to humor Bill. "The Alps... hey, John, slow down!" John was now out of sight.

A crash was heard down the mountain. "Aaaah!" a shout echoed. If there was just a little more snow, an avalanche would have started. As it was, just enough snow rolled down to bury John.

"John?" Drake called. He moved steadily down the mountain, being very cautious still. His Elites came after him. Drake started hearing moaning. He moved faster. The fog was still thick. He saw John in a crevis, buried in snow, with his foot stuck under a rock. They all scurried down next to him. Drake moved his foot. "You twist your ankle?" John nodded weakly. "Damnit, John." Drake didn't sound angry, but more solemn and annoyed.

"I can walk," he said weakly. He sat up straight, and then stood up for a moment, then had to sit down. "Urrgh..." he grumbled. The other Elites got up, staring down at John.

"Way to go John," said Bill.

"He okay?" asked Samuel.

"Yeah, but you guys are going to need to help him down the mountain." Both of them nodded, but didn't look too pleased at John. They traveled, with John's arms around Samuel's and Bill's shoulders. He walked with his unharmed foot and that support.

Finally they rested at the bottom. "We'll camp here for the night," Drake said. They set up camp: One tent, and a fire. John slept in the tent and the rest on the ground with only blankets between them and the cold wet grass. Their minds drifted into much needed sleep.


Chapter 4

The Elites pressed onward. They were in a valley of frost. Everything seemed so calm and peaceful. A freezing, yet hardly noticable breeze kept the tired Elites awake. Drake thought of the valley as the 'eye of the storm'. They reached the other side. The next mountain chain.

Although it was at most 20 degrees out, the Airborne Elites were sweating. They stopped at the foot of the mountain, and stared up. "I hate climbing mountains," said Samuel. Everybody was still catching their breath, while figuring out how they would make it up. It was a steep cliff, much more so than the last one. John, who was being supported by Samuel, moved from his side and hopped one foot to lean against the cliff.

"Yeah, I like parachuting down them better," said Bill humorously. This was an impossibility, seeing as none of them had their parachutes. First time they dropped into Ticalla's Jungle from the back of a Gryphillin, the dense forest trees shredded them up. The only one's who was re-usable, they had to ditch because it was too heavy.

"Ready to go up?" asked Drake. Everybody turned to him looking worried.

"How the heck we going to scale this thing?" asked Bill. Drake Alexander aimed his metallic arm up the mountain. He pushed this button on the on the side and a rope shot up. Once it reached it couldn't go any higher the hook on the end seemed to grab firmly onto the cliff. Right above that there was a crevice in the mountain where they could all sit. The Elites watched it fly all the way up there. "That is freakin' cool," said Bill.

"Soulborg tech," said Drake in a pleasent tone. "John, come here." He motioned for John to come to him. He hopped over, and Drake held him up. "Ready?" he asked him.

"As ready as I'll ever be," John said, unsure of what to think.

"Hold on." John put his arms around Drake's shoulders. Drake pushed the button again. It seemed as though they leaped up from the ground. John screamed a bit half way up, then they stopped dangling from the cliff. "John, I need you to climb up to the crevice." He did so, off Drake Alexander's head. Then he pulled Drake up. They breathed heavily being high in altitude, then Drake lifted off the different compartments of his metallic arm. It was like part of an exo-skeleton. Then he detached the hook, and moved to the top. "Make sure that doesn't fall," Drake told John, who just nodded. He threw the arm part back down the mountain. "Watch out!" Drake screamed. "Now, both of you can come up!"

Bill and Samuel each grabbed onto the arm and rope. Samuel switched that switch on the side, and they rocketed up.

The hook was a little loose. It wabbled. "Keep it steady, keep it steady," he said to John who was now holding onto the rope incase the hook comes completely loose. The two made it to the top, and Drake helped them up onto the crevice. "That wasn't so bad?" said Drake sarcasticly.

"Let's do it again!" said Bill joyfully.

"Can we not?" said John.

"I think we're going to have to," said Drake looking up at the rest of the mountain.

"Well, let's get it over with." They used the grappling hook two more times, then they could climb the rest of the way. It took almost the whole day, but nobody could really tell. It was so foggy and they were so high up. When they finally reached the top, it started snowing. Then they were on their way down. They could walk down, if they were careful.

"No running ahead, this time," said Drake, looking at John who was still clinging onto Samuel. They made it down safely. And rested in their little tent, by a nice warm fire again. "Tomorrow we're getting away from these mountains."

See Valhalla like never before:
Airborne Elite in the
BYZANTINE CAVE...

Last edited by Metaknight; January 5th, 2009 at 05:50 PM.
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