Don't mess with the FireFighters..
Melba awoke, now fully rested from her trip across the desert. The nomadic bedouins had prepared her a meal of chicken. As she eagerly ate, she asked about the odd lights that they had talked about. She listened intently and soon knew that the lights were that of the humacows destroying the cities. She hoped that there would be a force that was fighting the humacows, and she needed to tell them of what happened to her in the bunker. The bedouins stayed away from the cities, but they agreed to guide her to the city of Istanbul. There, if it still existed, she could search for the help she needed. Lucky was loaded with food and supplies for Melba's journey. A lone guide would lead her and Lucky in the direction of the city. After a long nighttime journey, the small group arrived at a makeshift tent city. It was a group of battle weary soldiers from the USA that had retreated to the desert to regroup against the humacows. At Melba's request, they took her to their highest ranked officer. The sergeant was a short man, but she could tell that he was exceptionally fit. The stress of a failing campaign weighed heavily on his eyes and heart. "Sergeant McCanally will be at your service, ma'am." replied the soldier that had led her through the tents. Sergeant McCanally looked at Melba, whose dark black hair seemed to flow from her headress. "May I help you? he replied, with a puzzled look. Melba began her story, telling about the attack in Teheran, and how she managed to get away from the minotaur-looking monsters in the bunker. She told of fleeing into the desert in search of help. The sergeant was puzzled by her being able to escape death in the bunker. "Exactly what happened?" he questioned again. Melba explained in detail, "I was throwing everything in my apron at those monsters. They stood there laughing at me. I ran out of things to throw except my bottle of meat tenderizer. When I threw it at them, they started sneezing. They began to sneeze so hard, that I hid under a woven rug. I heard an explosion, and then they had disappeared, leaving only their battle suits and smoldering boots beside their equipment." This triggered the sergeant's interest. "You threw meat tenderizer on a human-cow clone, and they exploded??" he asked. Melba didn't know for sure, but she thought that's what had happened. The sergeant's eyes were wide open with wonder. He called for a private to accompany him and Melba to a makeshift holding cell in the back of a 5 ton truck. Inside the reinforced box, was a captured humacow soldier. There were deep dents in the metal where the clone had tried to escape, but the thick metal was holding for now. It had been captured after some falling debris had trapped it during a raid in Istanbul. Somehow, the humacow had been knocked out, and a local vet had injected the evil soldier with some drugs to keep it from waking up. The armed forces that remained after the attack had secured the humacow in a reinforced ammo box in the back of the truck. It's horns had been sawed off to protect the soldiers that guarded it. Sergeant McCanally asked Melba if she had any of the her tenderizer with her. She quickly produced her prized half bottle of Lawry's Seasoned Meat Tenderizer. On a hunch, the Sergeant opened the bottle, and dumped a small amount into his hand. The humacow clone was looking at them with indignent eyes. When the Sergeant blew the fine orange powder into the makeshift cage, the clone only scoffed. "Well, it was worth a shot," said McCanally. Melba and the Sergeant began to walk away, when suddenly, the clone sneezed. They quickly turned around, as the clone sneezed again. The clone began to sneeze faster and more violently, shaking the cage and the truck. Melba and the Sergeant with some of the guards surrounding the truck had to run to get away from the violent sneezing. From the windshielf of a bullet proof armored Humvee, Sergeant McCanally and Melba watched as the clone began to dematerialize, then with a powerful blast, the atoms of the clone's huge body seperated and the clone dissappeared into a flash of blue light. The explosion of matter was great enough to blow the door off of the cage. Melba and the Sergeant sat in the humvee, stunned at what they had witnessed. "HeII YES!" shouted the Sergeant, "This is the break we've needed!!!" His joy of Melba's discovery was overwhelming. He quickly ordered his remaining troops to gather for a meeting, and he called for the communications officer to come to his post. The message had to get out. Finally, they found something that could take down the cows and their evil clones! Messages began flowing throughout the radio waves in simple Morse Code. The world of defenders had the weapon they needed to fight against the humacows. Melba would be remembered as a Global Hero. The lights of human invention and ingenuity had found an answer to the threat of the cows.. Preparations were made for production of the miracle orange powder, and existing stocks were gathered. The next battle would be the test, for the Cow's pattern of attack meant they would strike in Italy next. The human army would have a new weapon. When that morning arrived, the Humacow squadron encountered a line of firetrucks surrounding the Roman Governor's office. They calmly walked from their materialization point, where they had beamed down, towards the trucks. The firemen were waiting, for inside the tanks of their trucks, several tons of an orange powder was mixed with the water. Beside the firetrucks, armored Humvees with only a handfull of soldiers sat at the ready. The Humacow squad stopped in a straight line, ten soldiers total, and prepared their weapons by lowering their sights onto the men in the trucks. Suddenly, the sound of an air horn filled the air. The urgent rush of diesel engines revving under the pressure of water pumps caused the ground to rumble, and startled the humacows. The brave firemen trained their hoses upon the humacows. With another blast of an airhorn and every nozzle was opened to full force. The 200 psi of streaming water barely phased the humacows, and they began to laugh at the comical attack by the humans. Then it happened... One by one, each of the humacow soldiers, now covered in an orange liquid, began to sneeze. At first it was only minor snorts. Then the sneezing became more uncontrolled and harder. Another blast of an air horn sent the firemen running for cover inside of the armored humvees. Before everyone's eyes, the humacow attackers fell to the ground in a ferocious sneezing fit. Suddenly each clone began to disassemble into the atoms of their genetic creations. One by one, they would explode, sending shockwaves and blue flames over the humvees. When the commotions ended, only the wet pavement and the humacows' battle gear was left. The pavement shined with an orange glow of the miracle powder. It was the first victory against the humacow soldiers, but it wouldn't be the last.. The word went out to all remaining nations, "Success in Rome!!"
Another one bites the dust.
“Prepare for teleportation” the cold, emotionless voice whispered in is ear. Bovinicus Rex took a deep breath and a second later he was down earth again, free to bring retribution on the humans for the deaths of his Humacow brethren they had caused. The country known to the humans as South Africa would never be the same after this night. Tonight, Pretoria would cease to be a city controlled by humans. The alien cows had seen how earth’s countries needed this countries natural resources and they were bound and determined to take those precious resources for themselves.
Silent as the night itself the company assembled itself into pre arraigned battle groups. Rex’s blood was boiling as he thought of his fellow bulls being so dishonorably destroyed by the humans and their tricks.
“Meat tenderizer”? Harrumph, I’ll show them some meat tenderizing….” He mused to himself.
Try, his friend and squad mate was to Rex’s left with Syranius to his right. The triumvirate of ferocity was backed up by Eldren the medic/demolition man and Baldur the Heavy weapons expert. Rex felt comfortable surrounded by these battle proven veterans of many assaults.
Soon the company had formed into their battle groups each with a pre planned target of attack. Rex could see the capital building just ahead and across a courtyard. The front of the building was heavily blockaded with sand bags and machine gun nests. Human soldiers patrolled the front of the building pacing back forth with their gaurd dogs. With and with a single command of “Commence assault” the battle began.
A heavy weapons soldier from each squad fired their heavy assault cannons at the capitol building or at a surrounding building in the vicinity.
The night sky lit up as the rockets from the cannon flew straight up, 20 of them in orange arc into the sky. The rockets went almost straight up as they climbed towards their zenith and then as one they turned towards their warheads towards the ground. All flew unerringly towards it’s doomed target and with a earth sundering crash the capital buildings front exploded into fire and debris. Men, guns and dogs flew in every direction as the blast wave from the rocket exploded outward from the capitals entry way.
Rex and Squad One crossed the capitols courtyards distance in seconds in thier powered battle suits. The SCWA's powering the commandoes bodies so that they jumped many feet with each step. The chaos and fire of the explosion covering the squads approach. Rex literally shook with the anticipation of battle, his blood raging in his veins as he looked for his first opponent. As Rex waded through the debris of the capitol building’s entry the rat-a-tat-tat of machine gun fire split the night. Bullets slammed into Rex and his team mates, ricocheting off their armor and pinging off into the night. Four South African guards were pouring all they had into the space-cow soldiers…but it was not enough; In the span of a second Rex’s suit had targeted the soldiers and his one-ought barked fire. The heavy slugs tore through the humans flesh, throwing them backwards and apart in pieces.
“RRRrrrrragrh!” Rex shouted as he charged forward into the inner doors of the capitol building. The heavy doors flew off their hinges as Rex’s shoulder smashed into them. People scattered from the flying debris and the death dealing monsters who poured through the door way. As the politicos cowered in place their soldiers began firing on the rampaging horned monsters. Rex began targeting the masses of people as bullet after human bullet bounced off his armor. Rex’s blood was on fire and revenge ran like cold lava through his veins as he thought about the debt he would exact from these humans. They would pay the butchers bill in full for his fallen comrades.
Humans fell like cut wheat before his guns and slamming fists.
These humans were simply too weak for him and his brethren. The Humacow soldiers washed over the South African capitol like an unstoppable wave. If this was the best the earth had to offer in resistance to the aliens, the war would soon be over. In only a matter of moments the capital and its out laying areas were made devoid of human life, the buildings...on fire, the humans leaders…dead.