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    The choice was easy really. Even though it is generally acknowledged that PETA has done some good things in the past, this time they were really "over-the-wall", and that in the end there could be no redemption for turning against humanity.

    There was but one thing for Joey to do and that was to press the little black, unotrusive button that stuck up from the top of the gear shifter. A press of the button combined with a foot to the clutch and as the sound from the motor started to change, out of the cargo box twin .50's appeared. As the truck's four-wheel drive engaged, it suddenly became evident why Joey never removed the hydraulic plow from the front of his truck..........................
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    Before Joey could clear the way with his trusty plow, the group of PETA Chicken lovers were attacked from behind. It seems the entire flock of chickens mistook the burning logs and smoldering cars as a BBQ. They were filled with rage, and struck quickly. There was total carnage as the chickens tore into the protesters. Miss Kitty had trained the sights of her rifle at the chickens, but she held fire until the protester quit kicking. She chuckled at the fate of the chicken lovers. As the plow of Joey's truck cleared chickens from the road, Miss Kitty shot round after round into the flock. She was true with her targets, and never missed. Her years of discipline and training had formed her into the ultimate warrior. In the back of Joey's truck, poor Bessie knelt down, with her hooves pressed into the sides of the bed. She secretly revelled in the crunching sound that the chickens made under the dual tires of the trucks rear. She always had disliked the chickens. "Arrogant birds, always clucking like they owned the farm," she thought to herself. Bessie loved the Truegrasses. They had rescued her from an untimely death after her whole family was killed in a tractor trailer roll-over. Mary actually bottle fed her until she could graze for herself. They were her family now, and she was determined to do her part to protect them..
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    Yea it was total carnage with chickens, PETA protesters and a truck wildly flying around in circles trying its level best to kill as many of the murderous chickens as possible.

    Thing was these were not ordinary chickens; these chickens had waited for this day for years and years. They had trained, planned and drilled for this day over and over and over again. As the elite "Red Claw" squad finished dismembering the PETA humans they began to take aim on the humans in the murderous truck that was flying here and there as it chased down the chickens. Colonel Steele Beak was clucking orders left and right. Soon enough he had assembled the Red Claw chickens in the trees above the road. As the truck passed underneath the trees the chickens of the elite fighting force began to drop down on the truck...with devastating effect.

    Alpha squad, 10 chicken commandoes strong; landed on the already wounded Bessie in a flurry of slashing claws and piercing beaks. Bessie "Moooooed" her pain to the others in her band of marauders but quickly went down under the vicious onslaught. Squad B and C were trying to get into the side windows of the truck as it drove beneath the trees with little success. Things were looking pretty dim for the chickens until a lone Red Claw commando timed it just right and flew into the passenger side window and right into the lap of Mary. One second Mary was watching Joey crush chicken after chicken under the trucks wheels while Miss Kitty shot chickens from the trees and the road. And the next second everything went horribly wrong. Bessie began "Moooing" in a small pitiful way as the bed of the truck was engulfed in a whirl wind of feathers and red covered beaks and claws. Joey tried evasive maneuvers to dislodge the chickens and give Bessie a few seconds to fight back. But just as he yanked the wheel hard right in a maneuver a single...solitary Red Claw commando chicken flew into the window and right into Mary's lap. The chicken immediately set upon Mary cutting with his barbed claws and driving his beak into her chest, face and upper body. Miss Kitty dropped the rifle and tried to pounce on the chicken that was ravishing Mary, Joey tried to reach over and dislodge the chicken...and things went from bad to worse. The truck continued its hard right turn and flipped over! The truck began rolling and rolling over and over throwing some of the occupants out of the truck and others around and around in the trucks cab. Feathers, fur and blood was everywhere in the truck. What happened next was just unbelievable...

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    Joey's truck rolled to a smoldering, bloody stop. Bessie's lifeless body was a few yards behind it. Mary, cut, bleeding and crying, crawled from the cab. She had somehow found one of Joey's hunting rifles, and began blasting away at the evil Chicken Commandos. As she labored for her failing breaths, she managed to clear her way to Bessie. The Chicken Commandos were not prepared for Mary's strong will. She found Bessie and dropped down beside her friend, in her last breaths of life she stroked Bessies bloody, velvet soft ears, "I love you, Joey," she gasped, "my dear Bessie.." she cried, and then collasped into eternity..
    Joey had died instantly in the roll over. He had been pinned between the steering wheel and the seat. Miss Kitty, was nowhere to be seen. She had been thrown clear of the wreckage. The barrage of Chickens tried to regroup, but their numbers had been severely diminished. From the Elite Red Claw, perhaps only twelve remained to continue the fight. They scrambled for cover among the trees that lined the road. Suddenly, a firefight broke out as the Chickens were picked off one at a time. A shot from the right, then another from the left. The alternating rounds kept the chickens from finding cover. They had been pinned in an ambush somehow. Miss Kitty clawed her way through the trees. She didn't know who was on the other side, but she sure was happy to see the chickens exploding with the impact of a high caliber round. When the chickens had been destroyed, she crawled down from the branches. On the other side of the road, a squirrel, armed with one of Joey's deer rifles, crawled from its perch. It was Brutus. He had followed Miss Kitty's airborne group, knowing full well the seriousness of the battle that they had begun. "Brutus, I never thought I'd be so happy to see a Squirrel," Miss Kitty stated, somewhat surprised at herself. Brutus asked her if she was alright, to which she replied, "Just exercising my nine lives, old friend.." Miss Kitty and Brutus looked at the dead chickens littering the road. Joey's lifeless body, Mary and Bessie, it was all tragic, but still, it was only a small snapshot of the bloodbath that was going on all over the planet. These two warriors knew the costs of war, but it was still a graphic scene that played out. A quick search of Joeys truck turned up some extra rounds of ammunition, and a few unused clips for Miss Kitty's pistol. After taking what they could, the unlikely pair began making their way towards town, which was still two more miles of chicken infested forrest. In the distance, the sound of cats and chickens grew louder. Suddenly, the sounds of a craft flying low overhead caught the attention of Brutus. "Miss Kitty!" he shrieked, "Duck!" They did a quick drop and roll into the ditch, then trained thier weapons on the craft. Miss Kitty began to laugh uncontrollably. Brutus thought his friend had lost her senses until she replied, "It's the Penguin Defenders!!"
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    All around the world the effects of the uprising were taking place. The tainted eggs from the chickens had lain whole cities low. The eggs had a virus in them that would incapacitate someone who at the eggs for quite a long time. While all these, literally BILLIONS of humans were down for the count because of the bad eggs the other worldly cows (Bovine Commando Forces) and their chicken allies were wreaking havoc on the human world.

    The troubles had really started in Malaysia...there and most of south East Asia had already fallen to the poisoned eggs and then to the assaulting chickens and alien cows.

    Humans were dying en masse' all around the globe. Rural areas were especially hard hit by the chickens as farm animals turned on their one time masters. Africa, India, the wilds of Russia and South America...all were first incapacitated by the poison eggs then laid low by the blood thirsty chicken/bovine armies.

    The major cities were faring much better in the fight against the animals. As there were just too many humans and too few chicken/cows to really accomplish much.

    Many of the penguins that were in the Penguin Defense Forces had detected the tainted fish that were in their food supplies but there were too few penguins and too many chickens for the penguin forces to make much of a difference.

    As the nations ground to a halt because of the fight some things were becoming evident. The animals were gaining control of much of the world’s farm lands, pastures and suburbs while the humans were holding onto the major cities. Hunger was quickly becoming concern number one as the food shipments from the outlaying lands around the cities trickled to a stop.

    Communications, travel, energy, etc. etc. were all almost non existent around the globe. Things were getting out of hand quickly and the humans had to do something...and fast or they would, well what was left of them soon starve to death in their now closed up cities.

    Rumors in the cities were running rampant of roving bands of blood thirsty flocks of chickens outside of the cities that would swarm any humans they found and claw and beak them to death. But most feared were the alien cows. The cows possessed an intelligence that man just could not accept. The thought of cows...COWS wielding strange auditory weapons and directing the animals was just too hard to comprehend for many humans.

    America and the western nations were holding their own for the most part and even succeeding in taking back some of the animal controlled lands of their country sides but the 2nd and 3rd world countries were being annihilated by the other worldly weapons of the Bovine Commando Forces and the swarming attacks of the blood thirsty chickens. Luckily for the world…the thousands and thousands of Bovine space ships had not entered the fray, yet.

    Yes things were looking dark for the humans and animal forces that were sworn to protect them. Miss Kitty knew things were bad, but she and her squirrel buddy had no idea things were going as badly as they really were around the globe. Thankfully the ship of penguins that had flown over them had detected their presence and were even now landing to meet up with the scrappy duo.

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    In an effort to ease the global hunger crisis, the World Health Board, or at least what was left of its members, tested the flesh of a freshly killed chicken. They determined the Chicken was safe to eat. KFC and Popeye's began having specials on their chicken strips and drumsticks. Profits soared, and a new era in global economy began to develop amist the war with the livestock. Meanwhile,
    The Penguin Defender Interstellar Ship Landed in the middle of the road. Miss Kitty and Brutus ran to the door as it opened. From within, a familar voice greeted them. "Miss Kitty, hurry!" It was Benard. His eyes showed the stress of the dire situation. Miss Kitty and her friend, Brutus, ran into the ship as another band of chickens started to surround the area. "Benard, where are all these d@mn chickens comming from?" Miss Kitty asked. "The IGBLF has begun a sinister plot of clone and drop. They have dramatically increased their forces to destroy the human population. It's worse than you can imagine." Miss Kitty admired Benard's 'Matter of Fact' way of getting straight to the point. "Miss Kitty, we have to leave this area and regroup our supporters. The egg virus has diminished the human resistance." With that, Benard returned to the ship's helm. Miss Kitty and Brutus followed behind. On the monitors in the helm, pictures of the global carnage were being reported all over. "How could the IGBLF manage such an invasion on their own?" Brutus questioned. "They must have the help of somebody else," Benard replied, "We've been trying to determine who the mastermind of the egg virus could be. Our best scientist have been working on a vaccine, and we discovered the attemt to poision the Penguin fish supplies." Benard was showing a growing concern. Miss Kitty and Brutus asked many questions trying their best to get a handle of the situation. Finally, Benard, who strayed from his normal demeanor, asked in a timid voice, "Who is this squirrel?" This struck Miss Kitty off guard, because she never even thought about the fact that Brutus was not known by the Penguins. She chuckled to herself at the thought that Benard might be jealous. "Captian Benard," she said, "I would like you to meet my friend and fellow warrior, Brutus." Benard knew better than to question Miss Kitty's judgement, and returned to his orderly demeanor. "Any friend or ally of my friend Miss Kitty, is a friend and ally of me," said Benard. After the pleasantries were exchanged, the briefing continued. Outside of the ship, the pecking and scratching of the Chicken clones was growing louder. Benard ordered for the ship to hover. The Chicken clones were easy targets for the gunners at the helm. "It's time to go," Benard said to the navigator. The ship took off towards the Eastern sky. Benard was working on a new plan of attack, one that the Cows could never plan for.. The tides were about to turn in favor of the Penguins...
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    As the Penguin ship began to raise above the treetops, a signal flare was spotted comming from the nearby town. Quickly, the ship flew to the center of town. There, surrounding a hospital, the other members of Miss Kitty's paratrooper team had made a successfull barracade from the human's vehicles. As luck would have it, the hospital was beside a hunting and fishing supply store. It was turkey season for the human hunters, and the store was stocked full of supplies that turned out to be just right for shooting the advancing chickens. The Feline Infantry had successfully set up a zone of protection for the humans, and with help from some of the bewildered towns people, they were holding off the hordes of chicken commandos by filling the air with thousands of rounds of lead pellets. The hospital was full of patients that had contracted the evil virus from the tainted eggs. Upon seeing all that was taking place, Benard ordered for the ship's gunners to lay down a massive amount of cover fire, and prepare for boarding of passengers. The weapon of choice for the penguin gunners, a massive flame thrower. Burnt chickens fell from the air each time they tried to fly over the barracade. The Penguins sent down a crew to aid with the rescue. A quick inventory of human and Feline fighters proved that only a handfull of survivors remained. They were loaded up into the penguin ship, and when everyone was secured, the penguin ship did a quick search in the rest of the town. No more surivors were accounted for. With a quick blast of the flame thrower, the entire town was flamed into oblivion, taking thousands of the evil birds with it. The smell of roasted chickens would hover over the town for years. A future theme park would be built on the sight by the Kentucky Fried Chicken franchise long after this war ended..
    Aboard the Penguin ship, Miss Kitty wondered to herself about what had become of her Pa. She didn't get to hear where he would be deployed to, or if he was going to be involved in the landing crews. Her concern was noticed by Brutus, who tried to comfort her. "Miss Kitty," said Brutus, "I'm sure he's alright." The words were of little comfort, but she appreciated her friend's concern.
    Meanwhile, a fierce battle was being played out between Chicken forces and Feline Infantry on the island of Cuba. The human population was wiped out by the virus, and now the Chickens were trying to establish a stronghold from which to invade Mexico City. The chickens were strong and worthy advisaries for the Cats, but they lacked the leadership to keep them organized. It was soon realized that the least distraction, such as a grasshopper flying by, would cause the chickens natural instincts to create a lapse in their fighting. Soon the wise Feline Commander had ordered an airdrop of millions of insects to distract the chicken forces. As the commander radioed his request, a band of chickens had penatrated his observation point. Steel cald claws and beaks sharpend on diamond stones gnashed and clawed towards the commander. With the skill from years of battle, General McCatlion leaped into the air, withdrew his battle sword, and sliced the chickens in half. It happened so quickly that the severed chicken was still trying to advance only to see his body seperate below his battle belt. His cursing was heard as he fell to the floor in a lump of feathers. General McCatlion grabbed the radio mic again, and demanded the airdrop be as soon as possible. Soon, the drone of the transport planes massive propeller driven engines could be heard above the battle. The drop would prove successful as the chickens began to chase the grasshoppers while the Feline forces picked them off one at a time... The chicken advance had ended, at least in Cuba..
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    Things were not quite so bad as originally seemed. The cold front that blew in from the Arctic actually aided the Penguin Forces immensely as the chickens had no cold weather capability and the fact that for the most part, all chicken fores west of Saskatchewan were not just cold. They were FREEZING solid, like so many chicken pop-cicles.

    Unfortunately the folks in eastern Canada, particularly Ontario where a significant warm front has produced temperartures in the high 70's, things were not going quite so well for the Penguins.

    However, they had a plan. A plan so secret that even Miss Kitty was not aware of its existance.....................
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    The Chicken advancement in Canada, being shut down by their non-tolerence for the extreme weather changes, was soon replaced by legions of cows. The cows were not as skilled as the chickens, but they had their size to benefit their efforts. The Canadian Mounted Police had great difficulty due to a high rate of infection by the evil eggs, and their horses also saw opportunities to rebel against some of the cruel humans. Soon, Cows and Horses were knashing about the cities around Lake Superior. A huge force had amassed near Nipigon, and was proving to be difficult to contain. Humans retreated to the Great Lakes aboard many vessels, as it was their only safe retreat. The Cows wouldn't dare cross such a large body of water. The force of cows did the most effective attack, a stampede. A massive sight, four hundred thousand cattle, and twenty seven horses developed into a line of fighters which stood flank to flank, and tail to tail. They proceded SouthWest from Nipigon at a steady pace, and encountered little resistance as they headed for the U.S. Had it not been for the bloody gore and great human suffering, it would have been an awesome view to behold. The great force of livestock pounded their way into Thunder Bay, such a fitting name for the sound of this offensive.
    However, the Penguin force had time to prepare a counter attack. Using their airborne, interstellar supply ships, a line of defense was established in the sleepy town of Hovland, MN. To the untrained eye, it looked like a few Penguins had gotten lost and were waddling aimlessly along the shores of Lake Superior, but in reality, the penguins were running strands of electrified fence wire and pulling yards of two strand speaker wire. A horseshoe shaped corral, almost invisible to the eye, was developed covering one thousand acres. At strategic points around this corral, public address speakers were set up, all tied into an audio transmission device within the Penguin ship. The Penguins had set the trap. The plan was to close the end of the corral and hold the cows inside. If they refused to surrender, then the BBQ would begin.
    The cows had advanced over the ridge that ran along the Northern end of the trap. A human decoy was placed on a four-wheeled ATV to attract the cows. The plans worked flawlessly. Just as on que, the cows trampled towards the center of the trap. When the mad herd was centered, an elite Penguin force closed the opening, and attached the cables. The all clear was sent, and ZAP! the fence was electrified. When the cows saw a line of pengiuns at the southern end, they charged full ahead. They were met by the sounds of 1980's pop star, Tiffany, singing her remake of "I Think We're Alone Now.." Confused, and enraged, the cows ground to a stop. Just the magnitude of four thousand cows and twenty seven horses stopping at once was enough to cause 1/3 of the cows to fatally injure themselves. When the final cow had tripped and fallen to a halt, a lone penguin stood before the masses of hamburger. The message was simple, "Surrender or die.." Many of the Cows began to chuckle, and the uproar of bovine laughter rang out throughout the Minnesotan hills. Several of the cows shouted out "No Surrender you stupid ice birds." The lone penguin repeated his demand, to which the cows, now growing impatient, snarled back "Glory to the Cows, We shall succeed, it is our pasture to graze!" The cows now regrouped, still unaware of what was about to take place. They began to line up again, heads down in attack postition. The lone penguin never flinched. He calmly picked up a wireless microphone and flipped the switch on. His statement to the cows was simple, "you have chosen your fate." The legions of cows, now lined up perfectly, began to trot towards the penguin. The penguin, smiling, waved at the cows, and took a quick sidestep. Behind the penguin, a quartet of sea urchins stood, all wearing red bow ties. A quick pitch check was made, then the singing began... A stirring rendition of "Beyond the Sea" was echoing throughout the makeshift corral. The cows hadn't learned their lesson, as thousands of the bovine brains began to explode inside of the bewildered looking heads of the cow attack lines. The twenty seven horses, unaffected by the singing, but shocked at the sheer numbers of the cows dropping dead at their hooves, stopped their attack. It was an awesome sight, cows everywhere, blood dripping from their ears and tongues. The Penguins, having anticipated the massive slaughter, had enlisted several legions of butchers from all over the globe. The butchers had waited off shore for the penguins signal. When the signal went out, a landing force went out with forklifts and knives. The entire herd, four thousand bovine, had perished. The twenty seven horses defalted on their attack and dutifully declared loyalty to the penguins to avoid their demise. When the butchers had completed the tasks of preparing the cows, the processed meat was loaded onto several penguin ships and distributed among the many now established world food banks. The threat of global hunger was being addressed, but there were still many more battles to be fought.
    The penguins, ever the classy birds of war, sent a thank-you message to Aquaman for his co-operation in the assault on the cows..
    Meanwhile, aboard Benard's ship, the plans to attack the cow's mothership, in orbit around the Earth's moon, were being discussed..
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    "Nipigon, Ontario" and Tiffany. Where the heel did you find those from? Nobody goes to Nipigon! LOL And Tiffany. Well.... I'll let that one speak it's self. heheehheehe
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    Quote Originally Posted by MalahatTwo7 View Post
    "Nipigon, Ontario" and Tiffany. Where the heel did you find those from? Nobody goes to Nipigon! LOL And Tiffany. Well.... I'll let that one speak it's self. heheehheehe
    Just trying to keep it REAL.. I guess the Cows ran everyone out of Nipigon..
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    The tension aboard the Penguin ship was wearing thin on Miss Kitty. Her thoughts were being consumed about the fate of her Father. Finally, she couldn't wait any longer. She left Brutus in the medical bay, and went to the ship's helm. Benard was in a discussion via a secure communication link with the InterGalactic Council. The transgressions of the Cows combined with the Chicken Revolts had produced Universal Condemnation, but their was little support from other settlements throughout the Galaxy. The Penguins would have to settle this threat on their own. Benard stressed his concern about the numbers of human casualties, but the InterGalactic Council still refused to send help. It seems that they had their own problems that were taxing their best strategist. They wouldn't go into details with Benard, but they did say it involved a small rebel force that was fighting against the Trade Federation's evil Empire in a Galaxy far far away from Earth. Benard knew he was going to have to deal with the Cows with the resources he had available. So far, the Human population was not rebounding from the virus attacks and much of their militaries had been incapable of developing a serious resistance. The good new was that the Cows and Chickens were being taken down in huge numbers throughout the Americas. Also, thanks to a talented group of Kiwi soldiers, who managed to fight through their illness brought by the virus, the entire continent of Australia had been cleared of the offending Cow and Chicken presence. Benard was especially proud of the co-operation of these Kiwis. He directed his ship to go to Australia so that he could discuss a tactic to destroy the Cow's mothership. Before he could give orders for the ship to go, Miss Kitty entered into the helm. She knew it was out of character for her to ask favors of Benard, but she had to know what had happened to her father. She wispered to Benard with her big round eyes pleading her concern. Benard, taken aback by Miss Kitty's actions, began to laugh. Miss Kitty drew back a sharp claw without thinking, angered by his laughter. "Miss Kitty," Benard stated, "General McCatlion has taken complete control of Central America! He has taken back control of the herds of cattle that roam over Argentina. His forces have grown as he recruited packs of llama and alpacas to aid in the fight against the chickens and rouge cows as he advanced to South America. It seems that the llama want to name him ruler of Peru. Imagine that, you could be Princess Kitty of Peru!" Miss Kitty failed to see the humor in being called Princess, but she lowered her claw, relieved that her father was successful on his battle front. She asked Benard about what the Feline Infantry's orders for her batallion, now aboard Benard's ship, would be. Benard had been given command over the batallion, and unbeknownst to Miss Kitty, the InterGalactic Council had promoted Benard to a Five Shell General over the Earth Defense Forces. The highest promotion for a Planetary Defender that could be achieved.
    Benard gave the command for the ship to head towards Sydney. Then, he turned to Miss Kitty and invited her to have lunch with him in the ship's mess hall. Not surpisingly, the special today would be STEAK...
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    Miss Kitty enjoyed the time she was able to spend with Benard, but she knew deep down that she needed to be in the fight. Her place wasn't among the Commanders and Stratigist, instead, it was among the grunts doing what she did best. She asked Benard about where her father was and also asked to be deployed to his batallion. Benard was reluctant, but he understood her feelings, for he too, had longed for the up close action. His duties required him to stay aboard the Penguin Defender Intergalactic battleship and devise a way to destroy the cow mothership. He finally agreed to allow Miss Kitty to go and join her father who was facing some fierce resistence in Lima, Peru. Before the ship landed, Benard presented Miss Kitty with a medallion of a heart shaped stone. It had been set into a frame of sterling silver, with an engraved back panel. Then engraving read "I'll watch over you, forever.." Miss Kitty thought it was odd for Benard to give her any such jewelry, but he was so insistent that she take it. She allowed the penguin to place it around her neck, then she buttoned up her leather vest and packed every available pocket with ammuniton and her favorite, stainless steel daggers.. The ship landed among some minor fighting among some cows and the Feline Infantry under General McCatlion's command. Miss Kitty bid Benard farewell, and went straight towards the action. As the Penguin ship left, Miss Kitty marvelled at how the stone in the pendant still seemed to have a warmth about it. Brutus had joined Miss Kitty, because, he too, longed for the action of the battles. They soon discovered that the cows were rampaging through the streets, and the battles would have to be fought mostly one on one. General McCatlion was trodding a weary llama crew down a cobblestone street when an overhead walkway crashed in from of him. Behind him, a herd of five cattle closed his exit. Seven llamas were killed, as he and his one of his llama friends found they were in the middle of an ambush. He emptied his revolver, and took out three of the cows, but reinforcement cows had arrived. The llamas charged at the cows, and with sharpened hooves, dropped one cow to the ground. Suddenly, General McCatlion and the llamas found themselves facing even more cows, twenty or so, all closing in on the street around them. From behind the cows, shots rang out, then from the roof tops of the houses all around, more gunfire. Cows were dropping left and right as Miss Kitty from behind, and Brutus from above helped to dissolve the ambush. It was happening so fast, General McCatlion lept above his llama, and began a furious charge towards Miss Kitty, as she laid down some impressive cover fire and slung her stainless daggers at the cow's throats. By now, the cows had dwindling numbers, but from out of nowhere, a lone Chicken, from the Elite Chicken Commandos, dropped from flight towards Miss Kitty. Brutus dispatched the last two walking cows then saw the Chicken. General McCatlion made a desperate turn towards his daughter, but it was too late. The Evil Chicken had made a lung with a stainless steel claw deep into Miss Kitty's left side. She fell into a lump on the ground as Brutus was finally able to shoot the Chicken's head off. The trio of Brutus, General McCatlion, and a llama all made haste in their effort to reach Miss Kitty. In her dying breaths, she looked at her papa, and asked, "Did I do well?" The agony on her face faded into a slight smile as the last words she heard were "Denise, you've always made me proud.." General McCatlion, eyes full of tears picked up his daughter's lifeless body, while Brutus reloaded his guns. They saddled the llama and made a beeline towards the Feline Infantry's army medical hospital. Brutus did his best job of keeping the cows from their pathway. They finally arrived with Miss Kitty, but it was too late. She had ushered her last breath, and the medical team just stood silently as their General cried. The heart pendant that Benard had given her for protection seemed so out of place around her furry, bloody neck, but somehow, it seemed to glow admist the darkness and gore..
    Brutus silently slipped out of the hospital, deeply saddened by the loss of his comrade. Throughout the city, the sounds of gunshots, and braying of cattle rang. The cows would all die tonight, and Brutus made sure of that. The word also went forth from the General, "See a Chicken, Kill a Chicken!" The rules were simple. War is he11, and now the General would be riding a pale llama.. He was bringing he11 with him. Among all the sadness, Brutus, who was exhausted by the day's events, was chosen to address Benard on the communication link to advise of Miss Kitty's fate. It was a call that he dreaded, but he would make the call, for Miss Kitty's sake. What came from the communication would be a surpise to them all..
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    ....later on in the now-darkened morgue, just at the strike of midnight on that full moon night, a glow starts growing steadily brighter under the sheet enshrouding the lifeless form of Miss Kitty...............

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    With so many fronts of the war betweens Cows and Chickens against the Human populations, many of the smaller battles are lost to the pages of history. The majority of the English Isles were quickly secured by a band of sheep, who knew the value of human contact. Chickens were being subdued with the aid of turkeys and ducks. The evil cow attackers faced resistence from pigs and hogs. The human population had also made advancements towards a cure for the virus that had crippled most of the Earth's population. While the total loss of life in numbers was boggling to the mind, the effect was most pronounced in the greater urban areas. Most city dwellers simply had no way to react when faced with herds of cows trashing cars and stomping through buildings while squashing people like couch cushions. The Chicken influence against the human population proved to be bigger than that of the cows. The chickens had an advantage of stealth compared to the blundering of the cows. Sometimes the direct attacks of the cows angered the chicken commanders, but they still tried to prevail. The human militaries began to form great militias of civillian and enlisted men, who, once the virus had run its course, could now fight back. An unexpected benefit to the humans was the great VEGAN Militia. After news of the chicken attack on the PETA group, it was formed by people who abandoned their views of animal rights in favor of the human right to life. The VEGAN Militia was a group of plant eaters that were never infected by the egg virus. They were called into action when it was noted that the cows and chickens were not attacking humans for food. As a result, the milita took up arms and after learning how guns work, went to work systematically destroying every herd of cows they encountered. Their support helped to free parts of Kansas and Missouri from the great herd of cows that once controlled the mid-Western US. Another noted group of warriors developed from a Ducks Unlimited group in Arkansas. Their mission was simple, you don't mess with their Ducks! They fought the chicken legions that had escaped from several Tyson chicken farms across the state. It seems that the chicken flocks began to destroy habitat for the ducks that the Duck Unlimited members had worked so hard to develop. They had the benefit of several years of duck shooting, and their skills with shotguns proved effective. The tides were slowly shifting back into the realm of human control. House pets took up for their owners, and soon, great numbers of cows and chickens were being BBQ'd in celebration of the victories that the human population was beginning to achieve. The third world countries began to gain strenght after the new found food source of the cow attackers began to strenghten the population of humans. The world over began to see the benefit of the newfound food source. Some farming was able to resume in parts of Canada and Central U.S. Australian forces had secured their continent and soon, Australian farms were feeding the world. Most of the major conflicts had been concentrated into a few fronts. The Cow mothership was still orbiting around the Earth's moon, Parts of Russia were still under Cow control, areas of South America had pockets of Cow and Chicken resistence, and China was still entrenched in a major battle with huge numbers of cows. The cows were being sent from the Mothership. It seems that the Space Cows had learned of the human cloning experiments and had secured their own system of cloning. They had the benefit of accelerator modules on their ship, once used for food production, but now realigned into helping clone more warriors. Some experimentation with Longhorn DNA combined with porcupine genes led to the developement of cloned cows that had the ability to shoot their long horns great distances with barbs that would gouge humans and stay lodged into the flesh.
    Some speculators within the Earth's human leadership beleived that if the Space Cows of the IGBLF were ever able to perfect this natural weapon, then they might actually loose the battle. Dire times were upon the Earth, and the Penguins knew that the future depended on bringing down the Cow Mothership. The ship was heavily armored and it was taking too much time to devise a plan of attack. Something had to be done soon.
    Meanwhile, Brutus had made contact with the Penguin Ship. Benard would hear the news of Miss Kitty's demise. It was a conversation that Brutus knew would be hard. This poor little fox squirrel wept as he waited to hear Benard's voice... The glow surrounding Miss Kitty's body went unnoticed as another unfortunate soldier was added to the morgue. For a moment, the attending nurse thought she saw a deep red glow from under the blanket, but she reasoned that it must have been the poor lighting causing her to see spots. Under the clean white blanket, Benard's pendant began to pulsate and the stone grew brighter. As the nurse shut the door behind her, she paused.. "what is that humming noise?" She thought for a moment, "must be the stress I've had today, such a sad day," she reasoned. "D@mn Chickens.."
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    Benard was in a meeting with several scientist. Humans, penguins, cats, and even a few dogs, all part of the Global Protection Aliance that had formed recently, were working together to develope a plan to take out the Cow's mothership. The disscussions varied from different assault tactics to those of stealth infiltration and sabotage. The effectiveness of the sea urchin's songs were being dissolved by a new design of ear tags that the cows had developed. As the new waves of Cow Clones decended to Earth for battle, the Earth Defenders had to change tactics to a more direct method. It was imperative for the Defenders to make a major advancement against the Mothership and destroy the never ending onslaught of clones comming to Earth. Previous scouting missions by a few Elite Penguin forces had exposed a small weakness within the superstructure design of the Cow Mothership. In order to discharge the fecal waste from the ship, the Cows had to open a hatch on the underside of the ship in order to rocket the manure into space. The opening was about the size of an AMC Hornet Wagon. It was not protected by the magnetic shields during the "shoveling" procedure. Perhaps a perfectly timed assault that would send an explosive charge into the manure hatch might be able to disable the impulse power of the mothership, and kill the magnetic shields. All of the members of the scientific reasearch team agreed that this might be the best method of providing an opening for a major attack force to take out the mothership. Unfortunately, the Earth's Defenders didn't have any attack vehicle that would be small enough to fit in the opening. In order to work, an attack team would have to enter the opening via space suit, then set a charge and get out before time was up. The group agreed that it was worth the danger to try. Preparations were put into motion to find the best commandos that could operate in the harsh conditions of zero gravity outside the ship, and then adjust immediately to false gravity once entering the ship, all while carrying enough explosive charges to effectively disable the impulse engines that were encapsulated in the inner part of the mothership. The charge would have to be great enough to penetrate through five layers of metal alloy that is used in the mothership's engine bays. Fortunately, the impulse engines were not nearly as well secured as the Hyperspace/Time warp engines used for intergalactic transfer. A call went throughout the Elite Commandos of all fighting forces to find the attack group. The plan would involve a task force to fly into orbit within inches of the Mothership, exit their ship and spacewalk into the manure door. A great danger existed in the fact that the manure was rocketed when the holding zone was full, and the assault team, if caught in the waste discharge, would be blown into oblivion by the force of the rockets setting off their explosive charges before they could exit. The group in discussion all agreed that the potential for loss of life in a continued battle with the Cow Clones was greater than the potential for the attack crew. It would be an honorable sacrifice for any soldier to give his or her life for the entire planet. The details were being hammered out, as a sentry was sent in to ask Benard to come to the communications room. Benard was puzzled by the urgency, but he excused himself from the meeting.
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    Exclamation The Cows strike back!

    The news Bernard received from the Communications officer was grim. It seems the Cows had stepped up their cloning efforts. The cows were now using their technology to meld the cows with men! Humans and Cows were being melded into a gun toting, horn shooting fighting machine.

    Squads of these mutant/cloned bovine marauders were being seen in the hottest of the areas still seeing combat.

    These nine foot bipedal giants in squads of 200 or more would descend from the sky behind human lines. They would not waste their time attacking the common foot soldiers like the masses of cows and chicken had done in the past. They did not seem intent on killing every human or thing they could lay their animal hands on but were focusing their savage and successful attacks on the leadership, the governments of the nations that were resisting their alien attacks.

    Like a deadly spear from heaven these bovine commandoes along with the terrible and experienced Red Claw chicken commandoes would land in the halls of the world’s governments and immediately go room to room, floor to floor gunning down or simply smashing anyone and everything they came into contact with. Their heavy alien space alloy armor protecting them from all but the most powerful munitions the humans could throw at them.

    Brazil, Uruguay, Venezuela and Columbia were among the first to feel these hammer like onslaughts as their governments were exterminated by the bloody bovine-human clones.

    The intelligent cows on the mother ship had keenly observed the damage their attacks on the food supply of Humans had wreaked on the man-apes, and they renewed their focus on cutting those food stocks off as before.

    Huge fires raged across America’s heartland and the fields of Western Europe as the aliens set huge swathes of land afire with the intent of robbing the humans of food. Chinas already ongoing battle against the Cows had begun to look promising but when the communist party's headquarters was destroyed in an Elite Bovine commando/Red Claw Chicken raid, China's massive armies were left with out the needed leadership they depended on and the war began to really go against the fighting Chinese.

    With all that said; the people of Australia were the hardest hit. The Space-Cows saw that the island nation was isolated from the rest of the world and yet was feeding whole continents with their fertile farm lands. Sydney awoke one morning with 40,000 nine foot tall bovine commandoes rampaging through their streets. Their huge carbines easily killing everything they hit and disabling all but the most massive battle tanks they encountered. After the nations government houses were destroyed they Cows turned their attacks on the cities. The Aussies fought back like mad dogs for their homeland and humanities future. The battle raged from dawn to dark and tens of thousands died on the shooting horns of the bovine commandoes or the slashing spurs of the Red Claw chickens. But the Aussies gave as good as they got, or tried to at least. The sheep who had been so successful in the past against the other alien attackers fared simply terrible against these new foes. The sheep simply could not stop themselves from repeating the mistakes of their predecessors. One sheep would run across a street and get shot as he hopped over a rock or something and the next sheep in line would follow no matter what. Jumping in the same spot and being gunned down like the brave sheep soldier that had gone before him.

    As the next days sun rose over the burned cities of Australia, the shattered halls of the nations government and the desperately needed charred fields of food, the humans saw that none of the Bovine Commandoes remained in the area.

    Where had they gone? How had they got away? Where would they strike next?

    No human knew the answers to those questions but one thing they all knew after the defeats South America and in the cities of Australia; they had to come up with a counter to the Cows new soldiers.

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    Somewhere, hidden from the mutant Humacows, in a underground bunker, within the morgue of fallen soldiers of the cats battalian, the pendant on Miss Kitty's lifeless body began to glow brighter. The pulsations began to grow in tempo, almost like the drum beat of an ancient Australian Aborigine ceremony. The glow from the stone began to encompass her body. Slowly, her body began to rise from its place of rest as the glow now totally surrounded her. As the tempo of the pulsation grew, the wounds to her body began to heal and close. Her heart was being drummed into rythym by the puslations. At the apex of the pulsations and surrounding light, she breathed. Her lungs filled with air, as her body began to flow with the life of the pendant. From a hazy darkness, her eyes popped wide open. She gasped for breath. Somewhere from a point frozen in time, her stream of conciousness began to enter her mind. She was alive! Slowly, her body decended back down to the cot where it had been laid to rest by those who thought her dead. She entered into a dreamlike state. The pendant slowly lowered in cadence, and the glow subsided. In her dreams, she could see the fatefull day of the chicken dropping its claw into her chest. She saw herself being removed from her body, as she heard the words of her father. She was saddened as she saw Brutus and his rage and sorrow. Then, her dreams switched to the words that had been written on the pendant. "I'll watch over you, forever.." From that moment, her mind settled into a peaceful dream of the good times spent with friends and family. She didn't have dreams of war or death. Her body and mind was at peace as it rested from the unlikely ceremony of the pendant, a totem of life, that Benard had insisted her to carry. In her dreams, it all made sense. Soon she would awake, to once again carry on the fight for good.
    Brutus had made the call to Benard, but with the news of the Humacow attacks, Benard was greatly distressed. He asked that Brutus ensure Miss Kitty's body be preserved until he could personally come and see to her. Then he left to discuss the future of Earth. The plans to attack the Mothership had the top priority. Secretly, he grieved for Miss Kitty, but he dared not show it to the surrounding crew. His thoughts passed about the pendant, but he didn't have time to really consider its powers. The world was in a perilous situation.
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    Tehran, Iran, May 5th, 4:16 a.m.

    Strike Force Commander Bovinicus Rex and his bloodied but victorious brigade of Humacow Commandos "Strike Force Rex" were assembling at the extraction point just has they had done in 5 different nations capital cities over the last 5 days.

    Bovinicus walked tall and proud, flush with victory over these little frail jabbering humans. He bellowed orders for the troop to assemble and organize as quickly as possible as the communications team contacted the mother ship and relayed their coordinates to the teleport engineers.

    "Borden Anthony moooove quickly and give me a casualty report" Bovinicus ordered to his 2nd in command. Borden hastened to obey his commander and relayed of the original force that landed just after night fall the day before only 2 Humacows had not reported back to the assembly position. Borden Anthony relayed the last radio transmissions they had had with the missing pair was that they were chasing a fleeing diplomat and his squad of body guards into an underground bunker. The two heavily armed and armored commandoes radio communications and life support readings ceased when the bunker seemingly self destructed in a huge fireball of noise and force. It was assumed by the troops command staff that the Humacows had died in the explosion and the resulting cave in of the bunker.

    It was rare for the troop to lose a soldier in combat as they were mostly fighting the weakest armies from countries from around the globe and they were usually fighting in the buildings/cities rather than on set battlefields as the invasion force had previously tried. These Humacow commandos were an impressive sight to behold if anyone were alive to see it. They all stood upright and at a towering nine feet. They had human torsos bodies, but they had bigger, much bigger bone structure than humans and those huge bodies were topped with a bovines head and moved upon on huge cowish like legs ending in combat booted/hoofed feet. These huge warriors were covered in movable hard as steel alien alloy armor that while heavy enough to crush a human were light enough to be worn by the powerful Humacows in combat. The steel gray armor was fitted with a bulging powerpack/ammo magazine on the back of the suit with cables running power to the assault suits various weapons, communications and life support systems. Each Humacow commando carried a carbine rifle that shot a 1.00" bullet at a rate of 600 per minute when using full auto. The Humacows called it a "one ought" when referring to in conversation. These huge weapons would cripple a tank, shoot down a plane and puncture about any wall a human was foolish enough to hide behind.

    To add a coup de grace to the appearance of the deadly alien commandoes was that each Humacow warrior had two long horns protruding from the side of their heads that curved backwards and then to the front. The tips of these horns could fire up to 5 times a day a deadly projectile that was easily capable of killing a human, sheep, cat or squirrel.

    Yea, the Humacows of strike force Rex were a force, a terrible force to be reckoned with. Tomorrow would bring a new battle in a new city against another soon to be defeated foe.

    Finally the troop was organized and in a blue flash of light the complete troop disappeared from the ruined capital of Iran and reappeared in the belly of the orbiting mother ship.

    Bovinicus' last thought as he lay down in his recharging pod was of human death, doom and destruction. He fell asleep with a smile on his face...
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    Unbeknowst to the HumaCows of the "Strike Force Rex," their two missing team members hadn't been killed by a suicide explosion of the underground bunker. It seems that in their haste to exploit the human weaknesses, they overestimated the inventitiveness of the humans. Besides the diplomat, and his body gaurds, Melba, a cook, was also with the group that had fled into the bunker. As she ran from the kitchen in retreat, she was still holding the spices and seasonings that she had intended to use on that night's grilled steak and chicken supper. When the spineless diplomat and his weak-kneed guards got to the bunker, they locked poor Melba outside of the heavy iron door. Seeing the defenseless woman, the two humacow soldiers laughed and taunted Melba. She cussed the humacow's evil way of life. The soldiers continued to mock her, and her weak human body. Poor Melba, she was no match for them. They had the benefit of advanced technology to give them the upper hand. Melba raged with anger. She finally did the only thing she could do. She attacked the humacows with everything she had. As she beat upon their waist, (she was too short to hit them in the head) they laughed harder. Melba backed up and began throwing the items she had in her apron. A spoon, a fork, a pearing knife, a pair of scissors... if she had it in her apron pocket, she flung it at the humacows. In her apron pocket, she grabbed the last thing she had. It was an opened bottle of Lawry's Seasoned Meat Tenderizer that she was using to prepare the steaks for the diplomat's supper. Her eyes glared as she tossed the bottle of tenderizer at the humacows. The fine orange powder in the bottle hit the first soldier covering him with a soft dusting of seasoned spices. He sneezed at the dust, causing it to be spread all over his partner. Soon both of the soldiers were covered in this orange dust. They began to sneeze more violently, causing Melba to run for cover in a door jamb. They tried to laugh it off, but each sneeze caused more of the tenderizer to be spread about and inhaled. Both humacows had a puzzled look on their evil bovine heads. Something was happening inside of their bodies. With one last sneeze from both of them, the humacows began to dematerialize. As the atoms of their cloned bodies became more unstable, a blue glow began to eminate from their midsections. In a split second, their entire bodies exploded outward sending a huge fireball out the bunker's opening. Melba had hidden under a heavy woven rug, trying to escape the violent sneezing of the humacows. The fireball engulfed the entryway, charring the outside of the rug. As quickly as it happened, it was over. The fireball burned out, and all was quiet. Melba sat there, almost breathless. She kept waiting for the humacows to grab her, but they never came. After a few tense moments, she removed her protective rug, and looked around the bunker's opening. From the light of the sun shining in the passageway, all she saw was the charred, half empty bottle of seasoned meat tenderizer, and a fine orange dust covering the empty shells of the humacows battle gear.
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    Deep within the underground bunkers in the heart of the Western mountains of Peru, the cats, llamas, and the other remaining Defender forces had retreated from the awful assaults of the Humacow Battalians. The makeshift morgue had many fallen soldiers from General McCatlion's finest army. Unfortunately, they were no match for the DNA upgraded cow warriors. Miss Kitty was sound asleep in the morgue where she had been ressurected by the mysterious pendant. A nurse entered the morgue with another unfortunate soldier. As she tended to the dead, she thought she heard breathing. Her nerves were at wits end, so she hastened her work, and after placing a numbered tag on the deceased, she quickly left the morgue with a "thud" resounding from the heavy insulated door as it shut. Miss Kitty, still in her deep restoration sleep, sprang fully awake at the noise. Her mind raced as she tried to grasp where she was and what had happened. Everything seemed so much like a dream. She remembered being knocked down by the Red Claw Commando, and then everything slowed into a black and white picture like a strange movie. She remembered being under the crystal-white blanket, and could still feel the warmth from the pendant. "The Pendant!" she thought to herself. Looking down, she saw the pendant around her neck. Even in the dimly lit morgue, it seemed to have a glow. Then she noticed the cut in her leather battle vest. It was covered in stains from blood. Her blood. She gently pulled the buttons back, expecting to feel pains from a wound. Instead, she found no wound, not even a scar. She took a deep, deep breath. Her sleepy mind began to clear. She felt alive. Slowly, she looked around with a childish bewilderment. She quickly realized that she was surrounded by her fallen comrades. Spying the heavy door, she slowly walked toward it. The memories of what happened came to her as she walked through the maze of bodies. Her thoughts turned to Benard. His gift had protected her, and healed her from the most horrible attack. She opened the door to find a dimly lit hallway. She could here talking in the distance, so she walked slowly towards the voices. As she passed by some of the doors in the hallway, she would look in. It became apparant that she was in some sort of hospital or command center. One room would have a soldier wrapped in bandages, and the other would have soldiers tending to each others cuts and scrapes. Everybody seemed to be defeated, at least the looks in their eyes showed defeat. She found an elevator, and pressed the button. When it opened, she walked inside. There was a chart inside the door with a directory of the floors. She quickly recognized it as a Cat Bunker, by its paw shaped outlay. She found the button for the command center, and slowly pushed it, not knowing what to expect. When the doors opened, she found herself in the middle of the giant conference center that contained all of the communications and planning divisions of the Cat's Defence network. All around, the Defender forces, a menagerie of animals and a few humans, were talking about the new threat. Miss Kitty wondered what kind of menace could possibly cause such a defeated attitude among the command. Humacows? She hadn't heard that before. She wondered what she had missed. She walked through the center, passing several familar faces, but they didn't notice her. Suddenly, a face stood out. It was her friend, Brutus. The squirrel looked sadly at images of destruction comming in on a monitor. She walked beside her old friend, still unnoticed. She watched the images of massive destruction, and saw pictures of the Cow-Human monsters as they went about their terrifying paths. Brutus didn't look up. Finally, Miss Kitty spoke. "What'd I miss?" Her words caused a reaction not unlike an explosion of a hand grenade. Brutus jumped straight up, and caught the overhanging light bulb that was above the desk with the monitor. His heart pounded with fear as he looked down to see Miss Kitty standing there... He couldn't talk, his heart was in his throat. By now, the commotion of Brutus hitting the ceiling had attracted some attention. Miss Kitty stood there, bewildered by Brutus's action. He slowly released his hold on the light fixture and dropped down to the floor. His words were a broken line of thoughts and questions. "Kitty, what tha.. alive.. dead.. chicken attack.." When he had quit mumbling, she placed her paw on his furry head. "Brutus, it's me." Her words brought a comfort to him. "I'm ok, Brutus. I don't know how, but I'm ok.." Brutus was relieved to hear those words, but he still had questions. She tried to answer every one, but the only responses she had was to point at the stone and tell them that she was back again. Amid all the doom of the growing Cow domination over the Earth, there was finally something to be happy about. Brutus quickly led Miss Kitty towards the Central Command office. General McCatlion needed to see this for himself. When they got to the door, the secretary, stationed outside, refused to let them in.. In all disorderly fashion, Brutus scurried around the secretary, tying her to her chair with his belt, then opened the door and led Miss Kitty to her father's desk. He had his back turned to the desk, and when he heard the door open demanded that he be left alone. Brutus, in his crisp voice, asked the General to turn around. Annoyed by the indescretion, General McCatlion turned around ready to shout, but as his eyes saw his daughter, ALIVE, tears filled his eyes. "Denise?" "Brutus? How?" His emotions overwhelmed him, and he jumped up, and hugged his daughter. The questions would be answered later, but for now, he had his daughter back..
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    Melba sat in the entryway of the corridor, alone. The diplomat's body guards had locked the bunker door, and refused to open it. Even though the threat of the humacows had passed, they decided to stay in the underground protection. Melba, still terrified and now holding her prized bottle of meat tenderizer, sat on the floor. She could here the silence outside of the bunker. She knew the humacows had left, but she didn't know where to go. Outside, the city of Tehran was a mix of rubble and smoke. The few survivors, still in a state of shock, walked among the clouds of smoke in search of food. Melba decided she would wait until well into the dark of night before going out into the city again. When the last rays of light had dissappeared into the dust, she gathered up a flashlight that the humacow soldiers had on their battle gear, and headed out the bunker entryway. She was horrified at the sights she beheld. The entire city looked like a wasteland of broken marble and sand. The colorful canvases of the local market were now charred and still burning in a soft orange glow. The pundgent smell of burning flesh filled the air. The humacows had wreaked massive destruction on the once beautiful bazaar where she would buy her vegetables. Melba managed to find a few onions and some garlic among the rubble. It wasn't the supper she had imagined, but it would be food. She slowly walked along the streets of fallen buildings, her flashlight being the lone source of illumination besides the glowing embers. She heard a noise in the distance and quickly turned off the light. It sounded like the trotting of a camel on the stone pavers that made up the street through the market. Melba ducked into an opening among the rubble, and waited, with a grip on the flashlight. She quietly slipped her hand into her apron pocket and found the miracle bottle of tenderizer, and held it for security. The trotting noise got louder. Suddenly, Melba felt the swish of camel breath on her head. Then she was greeted by the slobbery wet lick from the camel. A quick beam of her flashlight revealed a lone camel. She was relieved that something else had survived the humacow assualts. As she stood up, the camel gazed deep into her eyes, and, there, for a split second, they both shared the horror of their experiences with that simple look. Melba noticed a deep gash on the side of the camels back, and quickly took out a towel that she had tucked into the back of her apron. As gently as she could, she dressed the camel's wound. The camel winced in pain, but didn't make a sound. Both were happy to find a friend among all the destruction. Melba and the camel went towards the desert in the darkness. Along the way, they would stop and search for any food or water they could find. Then, they headed for the safety of the vast oceans of sand. Melba knew how to survive, her family had lived in the desert when she was a child among a band of nomads. They taught her how to find food and live off of the desolate land. Melba and her new friend would find shelter before daylight in the burned out hull of an army truck that had been rolled over by the humacow attacks. As they bedded down from the sun, Melba would have a chance to think about her next moves. She knew she needed to tell somebody about the humacow intolerance for the meat tenderizer, if anybody else had survived... It would be a long, hot day as she and her camel friend tried to sleep under the shade of the truck.
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    News of Miss Kitty's rejuvenation didn't take long to reach Benard's ship, which was in the midst of a dangerous game of Cat and Mouse with the Cow Mothership. Benard was relieved that the totem that he had aquired from some of his Aborigine teachers had proved to be as magical as they had said. He was filled with a new confidence in his ability to figure out a way to insert the attack team on the Cow Mothership. The news of the upgraded humacow clones was making the attack top priority. Benard longed to go see Miss Kitty as well. In one of his many sessions with Defender forces worldwide, he expressed his desire to launch the mission on the mothership. He pleaded with the commanders to find those soldiers who would be willing to go on the possible "death mission." General McCatlion listened intently to the details of the mission, and the skill and size requirements for those who were needed. From behind the console at the underground bunker's command station, Brutus stood with Miss Kitty listening to Benard. After the Defender forces heard the plans, the commanders began to make statements of pledges to the forces they would send. General McCatlion had suffered many losses among his soldiers. It was almost as if they had been targeted by the Cows because of his success in Cuba. With a solemn voice, he told Benard that his forces were just too small to be able to surrender a single one for the mission. Benard knew the situation, and commended him for his honesty. Then, from behind General McCatlion, Brutus pushed his way forward to the communications console. "General, I'll go.." Brutus knew he was the right size to slip into the garbage and manure discharge. He had the dexterity in his paws to allow for complex maneuvers within tight spaces. The dire situation, combined with the near loss of one of his dearest friends, made his decision easy. Benard was grateful, but waited for the General to make his statement. General McCatlion looked at Brutus, then he responded to Benard, "Benard, I have no command over Brutus. He has volunteered, so the decision is up to you. His actions with my dau.. Miss Kitty, have been honorable, and I will give him my highest reccomendations if you will consider him." Brutus had never heard such kinder words from a top commander towards him. He was always a loner, but trained in several catagories of battle out of sheer neccessity. His background was that of a trouble maker, but his whole life was really just a struggle to survive in a world that outsized him many times over. A simple squirrel in a complex world. He longed for the peacefulness that he had once found in the forrest before the cows started their attacks. He had a new drive to help bring back peace to the world. The horror of watching his friend die in battle, then the sheer hope and joy in seeing her brought back had changed his perception of the world. He had to be there to help. He pledged his alliance to General McCatlion, and to Benard. "Sir, I will gladly serve under your command, and I want to volunteer. I will not fail the Defenders." They were big words from a small creature, but they were spoken with the power of a heart bigger than anyone could imagine. As Benard stood at the helm of his ship, he began to feel like the plan would work. "Brutus, prepare for your departure! You are accepted." Benard's voice rang like a victory bell. The cow's days would be numbered aboard the mothership. Miss Kitty had stood there silently during all of this discussion. The miracle of her coming back was still on everyone's mind. She stood there looking at her dad, and her friend. "Father, I'll go too." General McCatlion was speechless. He was so proud of his daughter, and overjoyed at her return, but now, she wanted to leave again. "Denise, I..." his voice cracked. She knew what he wanted to say, but interrupted him, "General, I will not let my fellow soldier go alone. Let me work together with Brutus." The General knew that he couldn't be selfish about his daughter's service. His concern as a father couldn't cloud his opinions on the soldiers under his command. He reasoned to himself that he had lost his daughter once, twice if he counted her joining the feline infantry.. He looked at Benard in the monitor. "Benard, I am in no position to make this decision. If you agree, then she has my full support." Benard had waited intently for the decision from General McCatlion.. Now the decision was on his penguin shoulders... "Miss Kitty," Benard asked, "Are you sure?" His eyes were full of concern, but he had already had to deal with her stubborn attitude. He knew she wouldn't let Brutus go by himself. "Yes, Benard. I want to go." Miss Kitty stood silently waiting for his orders. "If that is your choice, then so be it. You should prepare for your departure as well." Brutus looked at Miss Kitty and nodded, he knew they would be successful. The two soldiers prepared to depart in a subspace transport ship. As they waited to board the transport ship, Miss Kitty stood there silent, holding her pendant in her soft paw. "Tough choice?" Brutus asked. "NO!" Miss Kitty reported back, "Just so much at stake.." With that, the door to the ship opened up, and as they stepped in, the squirrel announced to all those aboard, "Let's go save the world!"
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