Galactic Earth (23 page)

National Guard patrolled the streets and the arrival of an unidentified spacecraft captured everyone’s attention. The chief squadron leader ordered all soldiers to line up, take aim, and be ready to fire. Slowly the ship’s walkway extension met with ground, and light emerged through the opened door. All guns were pointed awaiting the visitor.

“Please don’t shoot, I’m a human being!” shouted Layla.

This caught the ear of the leader who signaled to hold fire.

“Identify yourself!” he said.

“Layla, Layla Lolland, I’m a reporter. Please don’t shoot, I’m unarmed!” she cried out.

“What if it’s a trick?” said a soldier.

“Keep your guard up, if whoever that is attacks shoot at will,” said the squad leader.

“Yes sir.”

The military instructed Layla to slowly come out with arms up. She did so, and it was clear she was harmless. The squad leader’s eyes widened at the sight of her and ordered two men to fetch her safely.

Slamming the ground with his thunderous entrance, Gudama arrived on the scene before the men could get her, electrifying his surroundings with this presence.

“What in the world,” said the leader?

“No, don’t!” Layla said running in front with arms out, “He’s a good guy!”

Firing from far away, a sniper went for the head of Gudama, but the bullet was caught in midair by his fingers. Bystanders were shocked, yet an irritated Gudama unleashed an energy projectile from his hand at the sniper’s location, blowing it up as the gunner leaped out the window. Startled, the front line soldiers opened fire, but Gudama side stepped and chucked a door from a cop car, knocking rows of soldiers out. He sprinted at them striking powerfully, sending other soldiers flying many meters away. Before Gudama could continue, Layla intervened begging both parties to cease.

“Move away Layla, you’ll only get in the way.”

“Enough Gudama, they’re beaten. This must stop.”

“If they surrender, then I will stop,” he claimed.

Regaining consciousness, the squad leader got back up and pulled out another gun. Layla in tears threw herself in front stopping his aggression.

“Move outta the way lady!” he ordered.

“Stop being foolish, don’t you realize you put all these people at risk? That’s enough, he’ll destroy us all if you continue!” she said.

Both sides stared down each other not wanting to submit. Gudama held his palm out radiating powerful plasma energy ready to attack at a moment’s notice while the military held their guns pointed at him.

“You have to trust me, I went to space, I saw his ship, and I know what he’s capable of. If he wanted to he could have blown up the world a long time ago. Put down your guns, or we will all die,”
pleaded Layla.

Jittering, the squad leader knew Layla’s words were true and debated his next course of action. Other soldiers regrouped and came by his side ready to fight, “Requesting permission to fire sir!”

Just then, the squad leader received a message from superiors and was informed of Gudama’s aid against Islamic terrorists.

“Put down your weapons, this war is over,” he said.

“Sir, I don’t comply, we can win s-”

“Don’t comply, who you think you are?” said the squad leader smacking the rebellious soldier upside the head silencing the others, “I say she’s right, we’re fighting the wrong enemy.”

“But sir,” exclaimed the soldier!

“But nothing private, this guy singlehandedly defeated an entire army by himself! Terrorists, spacecraft, drones, aliens, all wiped out by one man! What makes you think we’ll stop him? It’s a suicide mission. She’s right, if we persist, he’ll just blast us all and everyone else to oblivion. Stand down soldier, this battle is over,” said the leader realizing the grander picture.

The rebel soldier didn’t want to accept defeat.

“If you’re so confident you can beat him, why don’t you go try yourself? Here,” said the leader giving him his more powerful gun acknowledging the private’s pent up erupting aggression.

The soldier looked at him hesitatingly and then at Gudama who shook his head. Still, the stubborn trooper let out a battle cry pumping round after round while charging. Gudama created a magnetic force field with his energy and swiftly side stepped the soldier, and delivered a punishing palm strike hurdling him back several feet.

“Anybody else?” said the squad leader.

Letting go of their guns, the military backed off.

“Do you surrender?” asked Gudama still with his readied palm extended.

“Yea, we surrender,” said the squad leader waving a white napkin, “I hope you are as you say.”

Gudama withdrew his hand. He cautiously approached them, studying the men, “Good,” he said with hands folded behind him, “You have made a very wise decision. Tell your White House bureaucrats to move out at once, there’s a new authority in town.”

Gudama started walking towards his ship, “Come Layla, time to prepare the conference, I’ve got to address the world,” he said smiling.

Gudama entered his ship followed by Layla who thanked the military before boarding and flew away from NY, leaving the others in awe and marvel.

“How did you get here without your ship?” Layla asked.

“Hover board, I would ask how you managed to command my ship, but I guess by now I should expect that sort of capability from you.”

“What are you going to do now, you’re not going to kill are you?” she said concerned.

“Oh stop it Layla, why do you think I held the battle in the desert, because I purposely wanted to avoid innocent civilian casualties, not a single American citizen died by my hand. Injured, yes, killed, no. Do you understand? I’m not here to destroy the world, I’m here to save it, and my attacks are focused on the evil of your government, not bystanders! After I defeat these scum, I will rebuild the planet and liberate its citizens.”

Hovering over the White House, Gudama landed and made his way to the president easily disposing of security. Layla tagged along as he did not want her flying away in his ship again. Inside the president’s office, both of them met the president surrounded by bodyguards.

“Ah Gudama, we’ve been expecting you,” said the president smiling.

“Is that so, then you must know why I’m here.”

“Yes well things aren’t that easy as you may know.”

“Then I will step in and do it for you.”

“Please, don’t make us do what we did to your friend at the lighthouse,” said the president.

Gudama’s eyes widened and felt a jolt of rage.

“Yes, quite the strong fellow, he put up a good fight, but was no match against my babies,” said the president referring to the strange looking guards.

Unintimidated, Gudama demanded their departure stating he was taking charge to assure safety of earth’s citizens. The president smiled and nodded to the men. They appeared to be cooperating when suddenly with super speed, one of the guards speared Gudama out the window, catching him off guard. Layla was shocked and captured by another soldier. The president along with the guard ran while the remaining six pursued Gudama. Rolling on the ground, Gudama kicked the guard away. The other men joined him and lined up. Pressing buttons on their watches simultaneously, their attire suddenly changed into a high-tech skin tight battle suit with their faces covered. They ganged up on Gudama attacking at once, hurling him several meters away and knocked him into traffic wreaking havoc. Gudama fought back, but was taken back at their organized tactful style, alternating attackers making it hard to focus with fancy acrobatics leaving Gudama on the receiving end of their assault. With flip kicks, leaping punches, and heavy throws, the super soldiers gave Gudama a beat down and launched him into a machine factory that manufactured various products.

“That does it!” said Gudama getting up.

The soldiers lined up side by side boldly walking towards him with their shredded chiseled chests sticking out in synchronized formation.

“Come, bring it on,” he said gesturing with both hands. All super soldiers charged at him, each one splitting in different directions. Gudama held his own, blocking the barrage of strikes head on, but a sneaky one kicked him from behind to which another blow met his face as the soldiers continued their bashing. They together attacked Gudama with lightning quick hits, a soldier threw hard punches while another gave a knee to the nose followed by a barrage of jabs by a soldier who mounted on top of Gudama. All he saw were fists, knife strikes, and being tossed around only to be swung around by the arm into a head on knee. Gudama saw the ceiling as he fell to his knees only to be kicked like a toy into a wall. The super soldiers together charged at him.

Intercepting their attack, Gudama ran towards them after a quick wipe of the nose surprising the sneaky one with his bravery. Gudama ducked from an oncoming punch, parried another, jumped over a bigger soldier, slid underneath one past two others, and decked the sneaky surprised soldier hard with a leaping uppercut cracking his jaw. Gudama back flipped away and mule kicked a pursuing soldier in the face sending him flying while swirling in mid-air from the force.

Letting out a dragon’s roar, Gudama sprinted at the remaining four exchanging rapid blows which they tried to defend by blocking and dodging his strikes, however Gudama caught them and landed several bone crushing hits, breaking one’s ribs, knocking another’s teeth out, palm striking another, and ducked the big soldier’s punch, pulling his legs from below causing him to fall on the back of his head hard. He immediately went limp from the landing impact.

Back flipping several times to create some distance, Gudama quickly projected a less devastating Gitma Sun Beam blast. The soldiers all moved out of the way as the beam blew a giant hole in the wall.

Regaining himself through super healing, the sneaky soldier emerged from the debris, striking the back of Gudama’s knee causing him to fall on one leg, and wrapped his arms and legs around him releasing high voltage through his suit. Gudama screamed with wide eyes from the electricity. His yell was abruptly silenced by thunderous hard heavy punches across his cheek followed by a kick to the abdomen by another solider. Swiftly, a different soldier pulled Gudama’s hair back and stabbed him with a knife, but much to their amazement the blade snapped in two.

Capitalizing on the opportunity, Gudama bit off the dagger soldier’s fingers and swung his head back, breaking the nose of the sneaky one holding him from behind. A running boot met Gudama’s face by the big bulky soldier. Gudama was swung around by him followed by a gut punch. Using his bulky strength, the big soldier shoved Gudama right into the elbow of another who connected with two quick jabs to the face, and a kick to the gut. As Gudama hunched over, the soldier clubbed him on top of the head using a fist with stretched arms dropping him down.

Immediately, the soldier kicked his face in a breakdance maneuver. Gudama rolled over several feet and was launched in the air by another soldier only to be dropped kicked by the sneaky wiry one. While Gudama struggled to get up, another soldier ran and punted his stomach, sending him crashing against the side of a massive pot containing liquid fire.

Seeing the same soldier dashing towards him, Gudama tilted the hot pot over spilling metal melting substance on the floor. The soldier tried to stop, but slipped from running at full speed and fell on the fire fluid back first. Gudama leaped high and landed on the soldier’s windpipe with his knee ending him instantly and jumped off. Gudama took the other soldiers head on at once, blocking and evading their barrage of strikes. Ducking from a round house, Gudama leaped on a platform gaining space. A soldier pursued him and threw multiple kicks to which Gudama blocked with his arm and responded with a punch only to be dropped kicked again by the same wiry sneaky soldier, falling on a giant conveyer belt. Another solider dove for a hit, but Gudama parried to the side letting him fall. When the soldier turned his neck, he met a massive automated sledge used for compressed machines. Crackling of his facial bones was heard as the sledge smashed his skull.

Remaining soldiers opened fire with their guns. Gudama found cover and blew up nearby tanks of various hazardous gases with a projected energy blast causing a chain explosion obliterating another soldier. Aggravated, the three soldiers searched for Gudama’s whereabouts through the smoke. Using their thermal vision, they followed heat signatures into a prototype room.

The walls reeked of chemicals and fabric materials lay all over. A sound echoed from the woodshop room to which the soldiers quickly followed. Gudama was nowhere to be found as they searched, little did they know, he passively waited in darkness. Suddenly, a large metal ball was viciously thrown at one of the soldier’s head knocking his brain out of place causing immediate death. Gudama leaped off a work table and kicked the second one in the face and wrestled with the sneaky soldier, locking his arm in one of the big bulky vices and turned on the table saw. The wiry soldier punched Gudama, but he persisted, taking several strikes from his desperate prey. Gudama pushed the saw forward, ramming it across the soldier’s limb. He screamed in agony as Gudama grabbed his jabbing fist, slamming it down on the cutting blades. It got jammed from the soldier’s rock like muscles to which Gudama finished him off with a fatal strike with a mallet and shoved his face into a bloody slicing end.