Marcus

The crackling of gun fire was deafening in the air. Artillery cannons roared every second. Then every thing… faded.

Flanking the enemy was not fun at all. Especially if they are like four times bigger than you. I’m Lovey of the 25th Leigon of the Lovebird Armada. We are a highly evolved race of Lovebirds trying to defend our planet against the raging Kitty Apocalypse. At least we are a little more evolved then them, but not by much. Still they are taking over bit by bit. And when I say evolved I mean evolved. We have plasma cannons, plasma blasters, and a lot of other stuff. This story is how I came Earth (thank goodness that’s where the cat’s next target was). I was manning one of the big guns. Suddenly, an alarm sounded and I knew why. Seven, yes seven of those robotic armored suits where racing at us. I managed to blast one down. Next thing I knew, I was racing to a Darkhawk aka Deathhawk (our fighter jet planes) and was launching off. Then it happened. One of the cat’s drones shot my tail. Then everything… went…black.

I woke up, not knowing where I was. Then I realized I was on planet E, planet Earth. I crash landed in an open field, outside of a town. Suddenly, something came plummeting out of the sky and almost took my head off. I looked up to see a young hawk. I said “what was that for?!?”. The hawk (who I came to know as Jerry) said “I only wanted to play tag”. I agreed to play, but only for a while. We played for thirty minuets (I lost track of time). When it got late, he showed me to his home. The next morning, we told a little about each other. Because he probably would not believe that I was an evolved Lovebird, I told him I escaped from a pet shop. We played tag again and flew into the town. I saw some people outside and flew down to them (for some reason) but Jerry called me back to play. We flew to a school. Suddenly I felt nauseous and flew to the ground. Then I lost sight of Jerry.

I saw someone open the door. I found myself walking inside. I heard a deafening scream. Next thing I knew, I was in a box, captured. Several faces loomed over me. I heard the lid open and one person placed the most wonderful thing in the world, a cracker. Wait, a cracker? A cracker?!? I’m a warrior and I only get cracker!?! I pooped on it to display my disappointment. About a couple days later, I was plopped in a cage and placed in a room that reeked of garlic. About a week later, one kid who seemed a little, ok a lot more interested in me, came and watched and talked to me. I thought this kid’s puzzle piece, connects to mine. Later in the summer he won a naming contest, and happened to pick the name “Lovey”. At the end of the “summer camp” he took me too his dwelling. He got a bigger cage (thanks) gave me better food (better than cracker person). First thing he tried to teach me was “step up”. I was like “I can wield a APR (Assault Plasma Rifle) and you are teaching me to “step up”?

After a long time with him I decided to tell him everything. suddenly, outside his window, erupted an explosion. Great they have come. “who” he asked. The Kitty Apocalypse. Lucky enough, so did my unit. Carrier Darkhawks, dropped artillery to the ground with a big thunk. People were fleeing like a flood, coming over the hills. I got in an armored robotic suit. The kid took cover down stairs of his house. I was winning a fist fight with one of the cats. Suddenly I got hit in my suit’s core. Cannons roared, warriors fought. Everything… was… fading. I woke up to see the kid controlling the suit, by himself, which means somehow, he had repaired the core. He came over when I woke up. So far, I think he had shot down five enemy drones as well as a carrier. But the best part was, he was still at it! Rockets flew everywhere. We were winning, the cats were fleeing, retreating. I asked him how he fixed the core. He said it was not hit, the arm was, still enough to knock you out. Two weeks later: I’m living (undercover) with him still but I’m being called in, I’ve got to go take care of some bugs. Lovey, signing out.