8 Chapter 7

(Appellax: 03/03/2004)

In a massive hanger base with three large vessels about a hundred soldiers were lined up, some were dressed in grey armor carrying high tech plasma rifles while most were in black armor also carrying plasma rifles.

There also various species of mutated four legged and six legged beasts in collars being loaded onto the ships.

The soldiers in gray can be identified as Appellaxian soldiers which they could deploy on short notice while those in black were the captured soldiers who were forcefully recruited.

On an elevated podium stood General Attrax donning his grey colored battle armor, beside him was the Chief Scientist Lartrox who was wearing his typical white robe.

"Soldiers, today we set out to Rimbor's second moon where the dominators are approaching as we speak, our outpost there has already been functional for a while but the amount of soldiers there have been dwindled, we are here to stabilize the situation and beat back the dominators if possible" said General Attrax

"The soldiers who give adequate military exploits will be given higher resources and promotions" he addressed mainly the Appellaxian soldiers.

"Load up your gear and board your respective vessels the assistants under Chief Scientist Lartrox will assign to your respective squads, we move out, For Appellax!!" he shouted

"For Appellax!!!" shouted the appellaxian soldiers who began sorting to their stations and the lieutenants under the general began to sort out the non-appellaxian soldiers to squads which they will be under.

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Peter pov

Well that was sanctimonious speech, when he talked about military accomplishments he was mainly looking at his own planet's soldiers not us captives meaning we aren't really going to be released or at least be given important positions, it seems most of us are going to be used as cannon fodder, which is what I expected.

I turned to my left to see the people I am grouped up with, luckily Miss Cecily is in my team, other than her I see the only person that really caught my attention for a while, a kronan named Torg, he is only person I have seen when training physically superior to me but surprisingly although he is not intelligent, he isn't dumb and barbaric and he is quite chill despite our captivity and what not, more importantly he might be useful in the near future.

After him was someone I didn't really pay attention to, a mutated krolotean named Neep, who at the cost of his mutations his intelligence has been reduce to the point he just says neep, all the time but for some reason Torg understands him. To me the only thing useful about him is the acid he spits, his flight while somehow useful, is not really fast.

"Your overthinking things again Peter" said Cecily

" Considering they are sending us to intergalactic war it's not wrong to over think but are you sure you aren't worried about things" l replied, which I did to hide my nervousness, I may have confidence in my strength but I don't believe I am actually a high level power and there numerous people in the universe who can squash me like a bug and I would be powerless to stop it just the thought of running into those people makes me frightened but I hide it well.

"You don't need to act tough for me, I have already made my peace with everything and do anything in my power to help but Peter, I just hope you begin let people in, so that they can help I don't want you to be struggling alone when I'm gone" she said

"Hmmm, It's not as if I'm afraid to trust people I just believe in such situations like ours the person you can truly rely on is yourself, but I'll take your advice if we manage to survive" I said, I knew she truly cared about me and I felt a mother's warmth from her, I have contemplating on figuring how to save her but the truth is that she doesn't want to live, if I didn't exist she might have probably killed herself, she is a genuinely good person who just wants to help me with my plans even if it costs herself. My goal is to find a way for her to die peacefully, I am not cocky enough to believe I can cure her terminal cancer, when some super geniuses on Earth haven't found a way so the least I can do is make her last moments happy.

"Enough talking board the vessel in an orderly fashion" said one of the lieutenants directly under General Attrax

While we boarded the craft, I was slightly marveling at technology of the vessel, the last time I was knocked out while being transported but now looking at it I'm impressed with the spaceship.

From the exterior it looks like a meteor but It is actually a small ship disguised as a crystalline meteor. Normally, the meteor should have had the abilities of flight (hyper speed), Bio-Fission (it could create a copy from the passenger, keeping intact his memories and abilities) , mind control, size Alteration (to shrink the passenger) and Self-Sustenance. Due to the fact that the ships which had those capabilities were destroyed on earth and they don't have the technology to recreate it, since the original tech was stolen from the martians, the ship only has flight and Self-Sustenance.

Still it would be useful to try and steal if I ever have the chance but right now my mind is focused and the upcoming battle we will face after we arrive at our destination, from what I understand the dominators are like the ones that I watched on the CW Flash tv series, strong, ugly and advanced tech; at least more than the appellaxians the reason why the appellaxians could compete with them is because they have the numbers. All I can do is just try my best to survive.

We were strapped to passanger seats, the interior of this meteor spaceship looks like it came out of star trek my thoughts were distracted by the shout of General Attrax to launch and just like I am embarking on my first intergalatic battle.

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