Must Read: HERO (A Violence, Mind Control And sex Story) - Season 2 - Episode 83

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Must Read: HERO (A Violence, Mind Control And sex Story) - Season 2 - Episode 83

Vage’s sudden action left me stuned and I see her touching her head, she’s looking really shocked. She looks at me with wonder, and I realize that our six children have just spoken with her.

The other aliens in the room, however, do not.

“It is good that you can control your emotions. We have analyzed the fluids that your body now produces, and will be able to feed them while they are away from you.”
Vage stutters something, and then seems to back down. ‘They are my children. I should be the one to feed them,’ she tells me. I haven’t realized how much she’s changed and bonded with the little ones.
We’re sent directly back to her ship, only to be confronted by a frantic Varand.

She sees us, and immediately starts babbling in their melodic language. Vage calmly places her hands on Varand’s shoulder, saying something in return, and the two hug. I can now see tears in both of their large eyes. Apparently the kid’s aunt has also become more attached than I’d thought, as well.

I spend the rest of the day talking with the Sergeant Major Dawson, and all my friends, doing what I can to block out the thought of my children in strange hands, and wishing I can block out the thought of the upcoming battle.

One other thing comes to my attention, before we drop everyone off for the night.

“It’s all over the news!” Dennis tells me, when I visit the ship he’s on.
I have no idea what he’s talking about, and I tell him so.
“Nick, government satellites’ve picked up asteroids moving fast towards the Earth,” he tells me almost excitedly. “If the things continue on their current path, they’re going to hit our planet. They’re trying to figure out how much damage will be caused, but it’s the bokoharms, isn’t it?”
A pit forms in my stomach at the thought, as I nod to my roommate.
“Dude, the Whitehouse stated that the asteroids are moving faster than any other asteroids they’ve ever encountered, which is why they came into visible range late last night. The fools say they’ll start impacting the Earth sometime tomorrow evening.”
“That’s them alright,” I say, and feel that pit in my stomach turn into butterflies. Are we ready yet? Hell, am I ready yet? Sure we have a small army, and a small fleet of vessels, but what am I going to do? Turn off their engines? That won’t get rid of the threat.

Pulling out my Android phone, I’m glad Rukky tied us into Earth’s cellular network. Pulling up some news sites, I read a few stories on it, and even go to a religious link that starts talking about the end of days, and the second coming.
Everybody’s scared, even the brave and no shaking giants of africa are as well, and the best advice I read states that the smartest thing to do will be to stay home, unless you know of a fallout shelter you can use.

The government states that they’re trying to figure out some way to disperse the asteroids, and that they’re working with other world leaders to find a solution to the problem. I wish them luck, but don’t have much faith.
Those aren’t asteroids flying free in space on a collision course. They’re the bokoharm’s fleet, coming to eradicate the human race.
Staying home will be useless. Fallout shelters might work, but I doubt it. No, the best hope is that I need to come up with some sort of strategy to stop them.

I don’t have much faith in that plan, either.

The news reports that streets are packed, and shops already have looters. If it’s this bad already, I don’t even want to think about how bad it will be tomorrow.

Perhaps my last night alive. I shake, to rid myself of the defeating thought.

I pull up pictures of the supposed asteroids online, and see that they’re flying in formation. I know the government can’t have missed this fact, and realize that the asteroids are a cover up. I wonder what their real plan will be, and if it might interfere with whatever I’m going to do.

It’s impossible to tell just how many ships there are in the grainy photos, but I can easily see that it’s a lot more than the seven ships Vage and I have at our disposal.

This won’t be a fight, and it will take everything we have, to make sure it doesn’t turn into a massacre.

My girls, except for Rukky and Prof Jane, want to spend the night cavorting together. I beg off, wanting to get as much sleep as possible. Tomorrow’s going to be a harrowing day. It might be our last day on earth. Thats it. ‘IT MIGHT’.