Calabro Conversion Part I

Diary of a Forgotten Soldier!

Subject: Kodrab

Male, Age 104

Role: Cerebrate

Current Assignment: Planet Arlia Military Dome #23

Mission: Disable and Secure PHS for cloning

Mission: Cerabrate (or middle class soldier) in my species. We are planet pirates and for our survival we plunder planets for gold, as well as create worshipping shrines for our gods. But today, a son for me has been born. But who cares, really. I heard he was born with a low strength and intelligence rating. He will be a Berserker warrior, the lowest of our kind. I don’t want anything to do with him. I am Kodrab, leader of a small grunt force, here on the planet Arlia. I hear from out Central Command and joyous leader, Li Eclud and his brother, Vechsurk. My comrades and I raided a small planet on the other side of the galaxy. We have been trained in the art of Ki-ken and known for out outstanding psychic powers, as well as other various ways of fighting. The Planet Toast was a relatively weak planet. Our scouters read their powers at about 300 each, certainly no problem for us, whom are at 10,000 at the lowest.

But we showed these weaklings no mercy. After a landslide in a battle, we crushed the planet’s population in less then three standard hours. We partied afterward with feeding off the remains of the Toastarians, but during that, I felt uneasy and dizzy. I don’t understand why, but I was so out of it, I passed out with my comrades next to me.

When I awoke, I was in the healing chamber of Arlian Med Center. I was strapped to a living chair where I was to be injected with a stimulant to increase my healing process almost instantly. After that, I felt better. But then I asked, “Where is my troop? I thought they were to meet me here.” The alien med doctor shook his head, “I’m sorry Kodrab, but they went onward to their next mission and return to meet you to see if you healed.” the doctor replied. Well, I was feeling better then before, so I might as well go on to my next mission. “To where did they head off to?” I asked. “Our military is making its way to a distant planet, Earth. It is a large supply of many resources we need. If you hurry, you can probably meet up with them. Ohh...and Kodrab, your son is in the infirmary. You can see him if you want.” the doctor said. “Who cares.” I whispered to myself. I ran out of the center and grabbed a scouter from the weapons room as well as a few med patches. I ran faster to the loading bay of my small one-person ship. But I past the Infirmary on the way, I stopped and admired the view of offspring...then I saw him...my son Torokak. I checked my scouter rating on him. Power rating of 2. What a weakling. I know his brother was ten times stronger then him when he was born. Oh well! I dashed off to my ship and took off.

I was only a day away from Earth, when my ship’s computer fixed itself on something within Earth, the location appeared in my language that it was a...primitive learning center they had attacked. It was called, Pomperaug, what an odd name! Then I kicked back and slept. I had horrid nightmares. I saw my comrades dead...I was in this weird building, where strange alien creatures had killed them with primitive close combat weapons. I awoke immediately with a bleeping sound on the computer. I was preparing to land on Earth. “Wow, I must have slept a long time.” I said to myself. I strapped myself to the seat. I was pulled into the atmosphere of Earth as I descended with a crash onto this almost grassy area. I popped open my emergency door and studied the area. It was beautiful. A bright area, sunny, grassy and full of life, all carbon-based life forms. I sense water around also. Hmmm, a perfect place to restore our religion here. I flew a few feet over the ground as I savored the view I was in.

But then I sense a power, a familiar one, only it was as if they were dying. I blasted faster then ever to a building. My scouter read it out as the learning center...Pomperaug. I blasted through one of the windows with ease. It was empty. The lights had died. I walked out of the room, casually when I picked up several powers die. I ran to the next room. It was a large double room. Desks were tossed aside as well as broken windows. I found a large amount of Zeal fighters (1st class Elite fighters) dead. Then, in the back I found 4 dead Cerebrates. They were identified as my soldiers. I couldn’t hold back my sorrow for their death. Then I heard a shriek and a call for help. I walked over to meet one of my commanding officers. “High Lord, are you hurt. May I help you?” I asked. He shook his head. His mantle of his head was shattered and was bleeding.

I was very, very angry at this point. I shouted in mourning for my comrades and fellow soldiers. I was so angry that all the carcasses and other objects flew up in the air and scrambled in a gust of power to the other side of the room. Then, my scouter clicked on. Two blips appeared on the transparent glass on the scouter that covered my right eye. Each was at a distance of 50 meters. I detected a power rating of about 5,000 each. Not too much of a problem, but if there are two of them...hmm.

Then a small gang of three clones burst into the room, I sighed slightly as I saw their wretched appearance. One was of a young 15-year-old boy wearing a light yellow vest, glasses and blue jeans. I clicked a button on the scouter for clone identification. The scouter clicked a few times and a circle centered itself onto the clone in front of me. “Clone #024. Bastedo, Sean.” Then I tilted my head to the left the other. The circle centered itself, “Clone #035. Gilday, Michael.” Then the two clones opened their gaping jaws and their fangs slid out, and drooled slightly. “We will have your head. We are designed to kill anything and everything.” Clone #035 said. “Huh, what the hell...” I replied, but before I could go on, they leapt at me. I stayed calm, sidestepped, as the two landed face first on the floor. But the Gilday clone flipped up first. He started to claw at me. I stepped a step or two back, then as he tried another time to swipe. I grabbed his arm before the swipe. I opened my large mouth and slid out my tongue, as well as my rows of drooling canines. Then I swiftly punched him into the stomach, then a swipe to his stomach. He fell to the ground. By that time, the Bastedo clone attempted to knock me out. He tried to out duel me in a fistfight. He punched me rapidly, left, right, left. I defended, by knocking each arm out of the way. But I increased my speed, faster, faster. It was a blur. The clone certainly couldn’t keep up with me. But he the sprouted two additional arms from under his original two, He then laughed, menacingly as he grabbed my two forearms and pressured them on the elbow joints. The primary weakness of my species, it renders us helpless.

I tried to struggle free, but useless. The Gilday clone appeared behind me and prepared for the final attack. He raised his arms and powered up. I thought quickly, well a painful tactic came to mind. “Oh well, here goes,” I thought I pulled away from the Bastedo clone. He tried to pull me forward, but my arms then pulled themselves out of their sockets. I shrieked in pain, but I regained control of the situation. I forced my stump of an arm forward and instantly regenerated my arm to its normal leathery muscular build. As it regenerated, it struck the Bastedo clone in the face. He fell back a little. As my other arm regenerated also, the Gilday clone grabbed my elbows in a lock. Bastedo curled his arm and attempted to sock through my stomach. But my better knowledge of combat tactics is quite sufficient. With all my might, I flipped the Gilday clone in front of the attack. BAM, the attack bashed through the clone. He coughed up blood, and uttered some moan and died.

I tossed the carcass aside, and then I raised my fist above me. “HAAAA...” I burst in an enormous yellow flame of “chi,” I dashed at incredible, unseen speed to my unsuspecting victim as I maxed out my power. I rammed right thought him. A slight bang was sounded through the room. The Bastedo clone stood motionless for a second. Then he fell to his knees and the flat on his face. His torso split itself into two. Blood oozed from the cut all over the floor. I adjusted my scouter, cracked my knuckles, which echoed a deeper sound because of my alien carapace and walked out of the room.

My scouter appeared negative for signs of life, so I didn’t hesitate to continue exploring. I need to punish these humans for their intervention in the inevitable. A strange hallway stretched both left and right directions. I decided the left was adequate to start with, so I did walk left. As wandered these hallways, I began to wonder. What was going on with the clones that attacked me? I had no clue what was to happen. But I did hear voices over the end of the corridor. I stopped at the entrance and took a quick look in. My sources indicate a Biology learning room for students, complete with life animals, two High Lord Commanders, second to the great leaders themselves.

Curiosity lured me into their lengthy conversation in the Zephlin tongue. I listened on. “Well, glad that was taken care of. Those lunatic clones did wonders to those cerebrates. I hate that breed so much, always in the way. Why must we teach them the ancient arts, some could be stronger then us at this moment.” said high lord Drofdard. “Yess...Now when we report to command, we barely escaped with our lives. Clones took care of mission objective at expense of heavy casualties of cerebrates. Therefore, our gracious leader will have to demote their breed and obliterate them for their uselessness.” hissed High Lord Xram. My blood ran cold. Those devils, why if I had the nerve, I would rush back to Arlia and report the rest of the breed for evacuation. But I must complete the mission objective. Then maybe I will look great in the eyes of my superiors. Maybe I can save my breed. I silently dashed off to the hallway next to me. Seeing as that the biped species that I currently was, running wasn’t the fastest I can travel. I got down on a crunched all fours and dashed all over the top floor, until I got to a stairwell. Painted in red from paint and blood, a battle has taken place here. I heard a sound. Then a flip as a character flipped behind me. “What the hell do you want?” a voice shouted. I slowly tilted my body to the sound. A young girl no more then 14 help me a “gun point” with a primitive weapon...what these humans term a Spork. A utensil of the combined forces of a fork and spoon...God these humans are desperate enough for the need of safety and security.

The girl closed in a little closer. I merely raised my arm to target her Spork and knock it out of her hand to scare her away. I hate killing females...of any species; they had no reason to be…except for getting in the way. I fired as small fireball that raced across toward the girl. But the girl obviously has had fighting experience. She back flipped twice high into the air to the top stair. With her small Spork, she shut her eyes for a brief moment and a magical occurrence swept us. Her Spork instantly extended to that of an average staff length with the pronged ending the same. The Spork handles glowed and eerie golden glow. Then with her metallic weapon she smacked the ball right into the wall, crashing it into the wall next to her. She spun the Spork-staff a few times and tilted the prong toward me, “Eat this, you piece of shit.” she finished. Then three laser beams emitted from each prong of the Spork. I couldn’t believe me eyes. The lasers struck me in the stomach and left shoulder blade. I kicked back a few feet and fell down a few stairs.

I got up and shook myself. I tuned my scouter onto this child. It bleeped a few times as the circle homed in on her strength...the bleep stopped. Power Rating...410. That’s pathetic. Why is doe she seem so incredible strong? I know...because of her incredible physical strength I will not hesitate to kill her. I shall try my Gallick-Gun-ho attack, and it will waste her to nothing. I jumped into the air and hovered about ten feet from the mid stairwell. I charged up the energies inside me. I glowed a flaming purple around my carapace.

Then reaching my ultimate peak of power, I shouted, “GALLICK-GUN-HO...” A huge purple beam blasted from my body and it raced toward the female victim. Although, a little nervous from the attack, she attempted to block the attack with the Spork, she raised it, when the beam connected with it, it wouldn’t go through. Locked in combat, the Spork defended its bearer wonderfully. Although, after a few minutes the beam pushed against her, pushing her back farther. She was very fatigued from the defense and was read to give out till I heard a shout...A gold beam met mine right where the Spork defended and blew it up. The girl flew back...alive, but battered. A young boy of around 16 flew up to the girl. “Are you alright, Chicky.” the boy shouted, “No Joe, I fucking hurt like Hell. Just kick his ass for me, alright!” The boy, or Joe as she referred to him as got up and cracked his knuckles, then his neck, “So...you ready to rock and roll?” Although I didn’t understand his expression, I bet he was ready to duke it out. Well, I was glad to oblige. He dashed at me, full force. I defended, although he pushed me off the stair well to the bottom floor. Then I tossed him against the doors behind me to the outside. I flew after him. He disappeared, leaving a small afterimage of himself. I couldn’t get an idea where he was...then BAM. He dashed in at full force and kicked me with both legs right in my face. I fell down faster then ever and spat up a little blood. The boy dashed at me, his fist raised, began to glow red. Then the other was also. He punched in a rapid combo with his “powered up” fists of fury. Then, after six of so hits, I got onto his scheme and prepared to block the seventh. But when he dashed toward me again, he sidestepped behind me and rammed me with his elbow into my head. I flopped onto the ground.

Then a daydream popped into my head. I saw this same youth fire large beam attack at our glorious leader, killing him instantly. Then another time, on my home planet, only nearly destroyed, he vanquishes the other as a golden haired being. But I awoke to reality with a fist slam into my gut. Ow, that hurt. He grabbed my arms and chucked my high into the air. I had to stop him; I fear my premonitions are coming true. I want our glorious empire to be ever lasting. I have to try my desperation attack. I halted into the air. “Alright, buddy. Prepare to feel the pain from a great cerebrate.” I shouted to him. I raised my left hand into the air, flat palmed. A bright round ball formed on my hand. “CrAsHeR BaLl AtTaCk.” I shouted. I chucked the ball at the youth. He jumped a few feet in the air and the ball few under him. He’s not too bright. A crasher ball finds a target and follows him till it hits something. The ball tilted after passing under him and traced the boy and followed him. He landed onto the ground. He clenched his fists and shouted really loud, my sensitive ears of my species rung very loud. I was in a bit of pain. The ball tried to collide with the hero, but then a red shield of “chi” appeared around him and it absorbed the ball. “WHAT...HOW DARE YOU!” I shouted. Then a fired a chain of fireballs in rapid succession to break this shield. The first three were absorbed, but the rest (6 or 7) pounded through the shield and pelted Joe. He fell to the ground, a bit beat up. He shook himself a little bit. He took off his orange tech vest.

He rolled up his sleeves and wiped the blood from his forehead. “Well, allow me to blow your ass out of the sky.” He stretched his arms as the powered up around his hands. He collided them together. He opened his hands to be cupped shape (horizontally) and shouted, “FINAL FLASH” a massive blue beam fired right at me, at the speed of light. I couldn’t defend such a blast and I took the damage and felt myself being smashed a million fold. Then, losing strength, I fell to the ground defeated. I had another premonition. I dreamed, that my kind battles these humans frequently. But if this noble hero didn’t kill them, then we would over rule this galaxy. I learned a valuable lesson today. Total domination of a galaxy for power, is cruel and each species should govern themselves however they please. Maybe in the afterlife I may appear to my brethren and show them the way to perfect living.

My carapace cracked, I beckoned the youth over to my dying carcass. “What is you name, noble fighter?” He answered, “I am Joe. But friends call my Zuk.” My dull red eyes brightened, “Well, Zuk. I wish you luck on your journey. I learned that what my people are doing is wrong. I think that modern day corruption is making them do these conquests for the benefit of easy living but religion, maybe perhaps a side story. May the gods be with you! I closed my eyes and released myself to the entrance of the underworld, but as my spirit climbed the heavens of earth. I whispered to Zuk, and his friend, Chicky, “Kill Vechsurk and Li Eclud. They are the source of all evil. Wherever there are people. Assume that they could be with you, Adan Turanous...Great fighters of Earth.

In the far future, the same hero (Zuk) that in whom vanquished evil clones, single handily defeated Li Eclud, with the power of his Kamehameha. Then a year later, with the aid of his Genki-Dama and his Super Scholar power, defeated and destroyed Vechsurk, ensuring the end of our race. But there maybe more out there. When they come back, Zuk and Chicky will be also! My son...my forgotten son may he also rebel and bring peace to the humans and us.

The End!