Galactic Warrior I—Madatant

Why didn’t I notice them when they came in? More importantly, how did they get past the security at the gate? They appeared to be normal people, but they did not dress the part. Everyone here wore black, or something depicting a funeral garb, only them; they were all dressed in full military clothes, which were bright yellow! Well, I suppose that I should thank heavens they had remained quiet throughout the entire ceremony. Still, their presence made everyone to be on edge.

With the blur of events, I soon forgot about them till it was time for people to greet the family of the deceased. They stuck to the end of the line, and allowing anyone who came after them to proceed before them. With the way they stuck to the background, I surmised that they probably wanted to speak with me, which made me to hurry up with the others. Then it was their turn.

One of them stepped forward, and without warning, said, “Your dad was one of us. Let me tell you about him.”

“One of you? Who are you people?” I said, getting offended by his tone of familiarity. Another person, possibly their leader, walked up, and stared hard at me. He towered at over six feet, and was heavily built. His eyes were pale green and intense, making me squirm as I stared back. He had a large nose, but small ears.

He stuck out his hand, and I took it. As we shook, I had the feeling that my fingers were being crushed by a heavy boulder. “Assistant Sector Commander, Yurl Umbler. I worked under your father in the DARE—Defence Against Renegade Extraterrestrials—Corp,” he announced in a deep baritone. What were these men up to? I was completely lost by what I was hearing.

“What are you saying? Wait, answer this first. Who the hell are you guys?” I asked, backing off a little bit from them. Maybe they were kidnappers and wanted to trick me before bundling me out. He smiled, took a seat and sat down. The rest of his crew also picked chairs and got seated. Then he said,

“I can see that he never got the chance to explain who he really was to you.”

“Why don’t you do so then?” I jabbed the question with annoyance. How could they feel so comfortable in my own house? Technically, my father’s, but you get the point.

“I’ll do that if you stop raising your voice,” he replied. I just stared at him, and he continued, “All right then. What do you know about extraterrestrial life?”

“In the 25th century? Everything there is to know about them! Nothing! There’s absolutely no evidence to suggest that—”

“Maybe this would change your mind.” He produced a handheld device, pressed a couple of buttons, and the screen came to life. He typed in some more functions and handed the device to me. What I saw took my breath away. It was a video showing my father in a deadly combat with… something that could best be described as an alien. It was easily three times the size of my father, had four arms and moved swiftly. It had large metallic teeth, and a long whip-like tail. The most surprising thing was that my father also fought back with the same speed and agility. As they fought, their surroundings suddenly exploded in bright light and the screen turned to static.

“What you saw was the last battle of your father. He died in combat with a Madatant, a class IV renegade lifeform. The ship he was on collided with another Madatant ship. Sadly, Madatants are known to be suicidal if such an act would conceal their identity, and purposes.”

“So you’re basically saying that my father—who I just buried—was some sort of space warrior, fighting off aliens?”

“Basically, that’s the truth.”

“Then whose corpse is inside that grave?” I asked, incredulity coming into my voice.

“His clone.”

“That’s just perfect!” I flailed my hands in obvious befuddlement.

Another person spoke. It was a woman, but that was hard to know because of her clothes. “I understand that this must be hard for you to believe. But right now, we need you Jesser.” If you actually looked closely at her, you would find out that she was actually a pretty woman.

“You need me? How?”

Yurl took over again, “Recent intelligence suggests that the Madatants have already infiltrated this planet. They’re also said to possess high-tech camouflage mechanisms. So we need to know how to track them, and possibly find out what they want with us.”

“You still have not told me how that concerns me,” I said, closing my eyes and stifling a groan. I needed to get to bed but these… alien-fighting-dudes needed to be taken care of.

“Before his death, your father, Commander Jeseur Ayferk managed to collect substantial amounts of data on the Madatants. But he couldn’t transfer them to the Central Defence Database. We were hoping he kept them in his secret cyber station. It is here, in this house.”

“I have no idea of such a place.”

“Perhaps if we went to his study, I could show you,” he offered. I looked into his eyes to detect a hint of mischief, any whiff of lie would have completely made me to throw them off the property. But his eyes were totally guileless. I took them to my father’s study, and waved them in.

Yurl went to his desk and moved the large telescope that rested atop the table. A virtual screen popped up, and he then keyed in the passcode.

Suddenly, two adjoining shelves separated, a staircase emerged, leading to an underground location. He went in first and beckoned to me. Tentatively, I joined in, with the rest following us. We went down the twenty-five stairs and came upon a huge steel door. Yurl press another set of codes, then a computerized female voice announced:

“Please input DNA sample for verification.”

I looked blankly at Yurl. He said, “To ensure absolute security, such cyber stations are locked with DNA mapping. What is really needed is a sample of your DNA.” Then he snipped a strand of my hair and placed it in the receptacle provided. Few seconds later, the door chimed, and opened.

Inside was a world I saw only in 7D movies. It was filled with computers and robots performing all manner of functions. I swirled and gaped at the massive station hidden underneath the house I grew up in. Yurl quickly ran to a workstation and went to the task of retrieving the data they came for. The others just stayed alert. I was the only one who was marveled at the sight of so many robots.

It took him ten minutes to get done, and we went upstairs; I made a mental note to come back to the place and explore the world of cyberspace for myself. As we emerged from the station, we heard the staccato burst of gun fire. The man who had approached me first (whose name I learnt was Iraert) was hit in the chest and he died instantly. I quickly dived for cover as the rest pulled their guns and returned fire.

As I looked, a huge man walked into the room, but was killed immediately by a bullet from the woman—Adjar. “Fucking Madatants!” she muttered as she reloaded.

Few more minutes of back-and-forth firing saw us down to only Yurl, Adjar and I. And Yurl had been shot in the gut. There was no way to leave the house and also no emergency medical kit around. He groaned as he called to me, “Jesser, you’ve got to get out of here. Adjar, take him and leave.” I shook my head, telling him that I wouldn’t leave him there.

But Adjar was stone-faced as she held my hand and pressing some code into Yurl’s handheld device, gave him a final salute. The next thing I witnessed was indescribable. Time stopped, everything went by in slow motion, all manner of sound ceased to exist as a bright light shone at the back of my head.

The next thing I saw was I and Adjar in a vehicle of some kind. “Where are we?” I asked.

“We are in a standard DARE wormhole transport vehicle. Get ready for transport.”

“Transport to where?”

“To DARE Headquarters in the planet of Zypern. You have just been recruited to join the DARE Corp. Buckle up!”

Before I could answer, the vehicle lurched, and I felt my head exploding. Then I passed out.

Part Two will be coming up next Tuesday.

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  1. Hi, pretty good but stumbled a couple of times with what you wrote. To me it seems like your fighting to write this, though it was very good. Madatants is one thing I stumbled with each time. Remember when you write you don't want your reader to take time to pronounce words it takes their minds off of story, whether made up or basic words. I hope this helps for that is what it is meant to do.