Cold rain showered on the surface of the small town of Di Areek on Falstaff prime. A small group of late teenagers waited on a doorstep of a metallic alloy two floor house, getting shelter from the suddenly appearing rain. They were all waiting for one of the group members older brother Kain, who served in the town militia.
He said he would be back in thirty, man. Mentioned a nervous-looking girl with short blonde hair and short legs. She might be pretty, excluded her membership in the militia. She was dressed in camo, with a rifle on her back. Her name was Nelly, and she was one of the two kids of local butcher.
Seeing everyone else remaining silent, she tore off a leaf of grass and started nervously chewing on it. They continued looking at the square in front of them, covered in falling raindrops. Curt, another of the group, was a typical troublemaker. His clothes were torn on many places and a long scar covered his face from forehead all the way down to right side of his chin. His eye was lucky enough to be still functional. Another sign of Curt was the incredibly messy haircut on the head, making it hard for anyone to identify if he is a girl or a boy having the face completely covered.
The backpack he had on his back was filled with home made explosives. He went to the square with a purpose. He poked Nelly in the ribs with his left elbow and almost whispered: hes a toughie, hes gonna be just fine. Nelly looked at him and saw from his whole face just a smile. A smile of someone whos travelled many miles down the path of someone heading to be completely insane. He had feelings for her; otherwise he wouldnt have said that. He wasnt the most open person in the world.
The group went silent again. A tall kid sitting in the middle of the sidestep was an ex-drifter, who came to Falstaff prime to hide. Rumors had it he was an especially young pirate before he came here and needed to escape bounty on his head. He found friends here and stayed. They called him Grover, and if there is an archetype like silent power, he was exactly that. He put an arm on shoulder of a petite girl sitting next to him, Mandy, who couldnt hold tears inside anymore. Mandy was a sensitive girl, who spent her free time sewing clothes that looked really good. Between crying, she mumbled: Look at all the rain
and Grover patted her shoulder without a single word.
The last person of the group was the youngest, a Doxian alien called Hark. Hark moved in the town with his mother, who was a headhunter, looking for Grover. By some freakish chance, she didnt find him, even when he was his sons best friend. She dropped the craft and became waitress at a local cafeteria. Hark was a good kid. He spent a lot of time punching his punching bag, and for his low age, he had extremely muscular body. He was joyful just as much as he was spontaneous. And impulsive. He was the only one of the group standing in the rain. The bump on his right trouser pocket was actually a pistol he found in his moms drawer the other day. All wet, he turned towards the rest of the young people and said: I smell your brother, Nelly. I smell his blood.
Nellys pupils widened in terror as she opened mouth to say something, but she didnt. Curt, whose smile got a serious blow now, knew Hark isnt wrong. It was his nose that guaranteed complete accuracy of that statement. One of the reasons Doxians were so frequently hired as mercenaries, headhunters or such. Mandy kept on crying, but tall Grover stood up and firmly said: we need to find him.. Hark shook his head and pointed his massive arm right of them, to the southmost corner of the square.
Two young members of the town militia carried Nellys older brother between them. His left shoulder was soaked in blood, and it would have seemed even more terrifying without the intense rain cleaning his camo blue militia jacket. He was missing his left arm and limped between his comrades. Our group quickly got up to run to Nellys wounded big brother. Nelly fell down to her knees and started crying just like Mandy. Her friends have never seen her cry before, but they didnt even notice in this bizzare situation.
The two militiamen laid Nellys big brother on a stone bench in the middle of the square, with the rain mixing with golden leaves falling on him from the trees above. They really came here
Nellys big brother whispered, almost unheard amont the noise of falling rain. Theres so many
. By that moment, Curt lost it, grabbed two of the home made grenades in his backpack and ran south, away from them; Mandy stopped crying and looked at the sky.
Hark gave his pistol to moaning Nellys big brother, who told his comrades to make Nelly look away.
As the cold rain from heavy warships coolants stopped, everyone knew the main invasion is just beginning. Silence.
A silent whistling noise it as Nellys big brothers head burst from the coup de grâce he delivered himself.
It just started.