Calabro Conversion Part V

Episode XXVIII: The Final Strike!

“It was now the end of a new year. It was a bright and warm summer day toward the middle of June, and this night, those special forces of the Calabro Crew would graduate. Four years of servitude protecting this fine school and it’s students from those evil things above.” Calabro finished writing in his journal for a quick reflection on his thoughts of those heroes he fought along side with for such a long time with. He sat back in his chair and crossed his arms, looking into the space of his imagination, a place filled with memories. He remembered those fateful and dark times he shared and couldn’t help smile. “They all pulled through, not just Joe and the Super Scholars, they all did it!”

Mr. Calabro left his seat in the resource center and walked toward his room to prepare for his creative writing class. The last day of finals was commencing and the final period of the day was set to get going. Here Zuk had to do one last Read Around for his Creative Writing final and pass the class to graduate. Calabro walked in with his usual bright grin at his class who were in no excitement to take his final exam. “Alright you stupid kids, Readaround time, don’t fail too bad now! I hate to see some of you seniors on this seven year program.” He said sarcastically, but deep down inside, he didn’t want to see them go. Then he passed the test out and waited for them to take it and be off for the day.

2 hours later…

The bell rang for the final exam to be done and over with, students filed out like mental patients who just got their first taste of freedom. Joe Zukoski was last out, as he had no real rush to leave right away. He slowly gathered his stuff and walked out toward the door. He turned to Mr. Calabro, “See you tonight Sir!” he casually saluted him and walked out with a grin on his face. Mr. Calabro could only smile back as he grabbed his briefcase of stuff and headed back to his desk. On the way to it, he passed the Biology department and noticed a scaly creature rushing around the floodway attempting to hide. Calabro immediately took a fighting stance and feared the worst. “No…they can’t be back…” he thought. Out of the doorway ran out a berserker. But it turned and sat down in front of Calabro. It began to chirp and grunt in a strange tongue of sounds. Calabro’s rushing heart slowed down. “Oh, it’s just you Torokak. Don’t do that to me, are you coming to the graduation tonight?” The small creature nodded, he did understand English very well, though his vocal system gave him the inability to communicate with it, so he can only retain using the simple grunts and chirps of his own language. “Well, buddy, take it easy, don’t let any students see you, they would freak.” He replied. The little creature nodded once more and hopped back into the Biology department animal storage room.

As Mr. Calabro walked away, he said, “Man, that thing creeps me out.” As he shivered from the sight of the little critter, he walked toward the Resource Center where he met up with more students from the senior class. He met with Andrew Dylag, whom was on his way to leave to pick on some last minute things for that night. Mike Gilday was also there, getting ready to have his trench coat dry cleaned for its farewell performance. Caitlin was also there, and Calabro became uneasy and slightly paranoid because of her “betrayal,” where the evil High Lord Noxin had overtaken her mind and used her influence on the crew to help him take over the planet. She choose not to fight anymore due to what happened, she said that she didn’t want to get in the way. So Calabro just waved her off and went to his desk to pick up some more papers and left for home to do some final grading before the big ceremony that night.

But as he left he felt a rather uneasy feeling. “Oh…wait, do you think they will attempt once more? I mean, the whole senior class in one spot, their relatives, parents and some faculty. Yea, knowing them, I better prepare for anything. This could be the biggest battle if they attempt to.” Calabro thought as he hopped into his car and sped off with the thought of attack in his mind. As he drove on, he had to gather everyone’s armor and weapons, because he had a feeling no one would believe the Master of English. Believing the entire race of their enemies had been killed last year. But somehow, Calabro knew that something was going to happen. He stopped at a bunker house about 1 mile down the road from the school. It was originally an additional studio for the video lab, but was never funded enough and wound up just getting left there. The Crew decided to station there armor and weapons there so it didn’t fall into the wrong hands. He unlocked the padlocked door and went in. Inside were wall cases filled with the weapons the crew used in the past. Calabro picked out the most necessary ones; he picked up Bastedo’s Vibro Axe, Gilday’s Double-Barreled shotgun, Philibuster’s twin kitanas, as well as Zuk’s Nyoibo Staff. Calabro threw them all into the trunk of his car and sped off to find a way to prepare him for later that night. “Wait…perhaps a half day in the Room of Spirit and Time! I am sure I can get up to fighting speed up there.”

Mr. Calabro blasted off in his car to find a way to that magical training room where one day of training was equivalent to one solid year. Multiplying your strength over 365 times. With a little over 6 hours left before the ceremony, Calabro had to be quick.

Finally, he entered the Room at exactly 1pm, he hoped for a chance to strike back. The room was as breathtaking as Joe had described it in one of his readarounds. A room so large, it spread to infinity, with heavy oxygen and extremely high gravity. The floor was fogged with clouds and was hotter than a typical summer day. One whom was not a dedicated fighter may go mad at all this. But Calabro knew how to handle himself, so then his 6-hour training session began.

Can the Master of English train heavily enough for the supposed danger that may lie ahead?

Meanwhile up in space, several cloaked city-sized vessels hovered over Earth’s Atmosphere. Inside the bridge of the largest, a high lord stepped up to the monitor showing the outside space and the Earth centered. “Light image divider…on!” he barked to solid black human shaped peons at work on the control center. A few spins of dials and switches and once a portion of pure black, rippled into a small satellite receptors relaying hidden signatures no one knew about. “Haha…so wise of them to do that. You may target that satellite and destroy it.” The dark figure commanded. Several laser blasts from the side hit the orbiting object and blew it to bits. “Now…those scholars don’t have their super powers without the relaying signatures of our masters.” He smirked, thinking of how foolish his masters had been to not destroy it sooner. “Warrior!” he called to an assistant to his right, “My Lord?” the dark soldier answered with a salute. “Have all soldiers check to make sure you signature disamplifiers are intact. Now we can’t accidentally set off those waves to give them back their powers.” He turned to the rest of the crew, “Rejoice, sons of the Shadow, brothers of Arlia! Our day has come; the Super Scholars are as powerless as all the others…let the attack commence.”

Outside of the ship, in space, many of the fleets began to drop off shuttles and vessels, deploying small supplies and teleportation beacons to prepare for a war…and with the super scholars powerless, how would anyone stop them?

Tune in next episode as the aliens attack during the graduation ceremony as Calabro predicted, with everyone powerless to stop them, until a certain someone gives them a hand…will it be enough? Tune in next time in chapter XXIX: Graduation Night!