Now, the action begins. Enter, stage left, the aliens! Enter, stage right, the UFOs! Enter, stage-er... forward, a lemur with a boat!
Enjoy.
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Chapter 5

Later on that day, during the evening hours, Scribbles walked over to her good friend, Squawks, who was at his parent’s graves, mumbling something to himself.
‘You okay, buddy? We got to stick together, we two wanderers.’ She asked.
‘I-I’ll be fine.’ Squawks responded with teary eyes. ‘But- just after the whole trip to find my parents, I learn that I missed them! So, what’s the point, why did we come?’
‘How were you supposed to know?’
‘True…’ Squawks got up from his position on the ground next to his parent’s gravestones. ‘But what are we going to do now? We have no home, no nest, and no friends in the area. Should we go back to Rodriguez and Bluewing at Monterrey?’ he asked.
‘If you want. I was thinking that we should find out why the virus was created. But it started in China, so what are we going to do?’
‘That doesn’t help… maybe we should find someone who can drive a speedboat. A monkey, maybe?’ Squawks suggested.
‘You may be right. Let’s check around the Amazon river, then the shore.’ Scribbles responded. They walked away, Squawks muttering a final goodbye to his parents.

Later on, Scribbles was walking alongside the great river, whilst Squawks was flying above, not asking for directions, but for a chimp for hire. They could see a town in the distance with steam coming from several of the buildings.
‘Look, a town! And is that a boat docked on the shore?’ Scribbles shouted.
‘I think it is. And it’s in good shape, too! Maybe we can get that person’s help.’ Squawks responded. He swooped down next to Scribbles and flew alongside her.
‘You up to this? I have to figure out what did this, but you don’t need to come.’ He said.
‘What about you? You just learned that your parents died. I think you need some easy time here.’ She responded.
‘Oh, I should be fine. And anyways, we’re here. Maybe we can get some food. I’m starving.’
‘True. I’m quite hungry, too. Maybe there?’ she pointed at a large building with a sign that said the Banana Boat.
‘Isn’t that some type of sun block?’ Squawks asked.
They entered the place, and were buffeted by many different smells. Squawks could smell something burning in the kitchen behind closed doors, and something rather cheesy. Scribbles could smell a roasted turkey, and a chimp’s rear. That chimp in question was walking above them on a walk way, carrying food to a table. A large chimp in a dirty toddler’s costume of a business man swung down in front of us.
‘Would you two like a table?’ he asked. The chimp’s fur was a dark black, melting in with his supposed suit.
The duo agreed, and the chimp lead them to a table, on with a perch next to the wall for Squawks and a cushioned seat for Scribbles. Clearly, the Banana Boat was more prepared for odd pairs, unlike the Cat’s Paw in Monterrey.
‘And what would you two like?’ their waiter asked.
Squawks responded quickly. ‘Do you have sunflower seeds? And lemonade, please.’
‘We have both, sir. And what would you like, madam?’ the waiter asked. He scratched his rear while he said that. Polite, yet rude at the same time.
How wonderfully we- wait, I said that already, thought Squawks. Also, that would be rude.
‘How about some good old dog food? It’s been ages since I had some.’ Scribbles said. ‘Garden paradise flavor, please.’
‘Of course. Now then, I must take my leave. You shall get your food in a short time.’ The chimp responded. ‘Anything else you need?’
‘Actually, yes. Who owns the boat docked outside?’ Squawks asked.
‘A lemur that goes by the name of Monkeywrench. He’s sitting over there.’ The waiter pointed at a table with a lonesome ring-tailed lemur juggling a large wrench and a couple other tools. He seemed out of place.
‘Thanks, waiter. Could you bring our food over to that table?’ Squawks asked.
‘Of course. Now, if you would excuse me…’ the waiter walked away as the duo went over to Monkeywrench’s table. His table had a bird’s perch just above it, so Squawks landed on that.
‘Good evening.’ Scribbles said. ‘I heard that you have a boat.’
‘What? Yeah. My name’s Monkeywrench- wait, you already knew that didn’t you?’ the lemur said.
‘Yeah.’ Squawks and Scribbles said at the same time.
‘I know parrots mimic, but not at the exact same time!’ Monkeywrench said.
‘I’m no parrot! I’m a macaw! And my name’s Squawks, and this is Scribbles.’ Squawks said.
‘Where’d you come up with names like those?’ M.W asked.
‘Both of us used to be pets, in North America. We also have a story to tell...’ Scribbles said. Then the duo told their story to the surprised primate.

About half an hour later, they were eating their food, and finishing their talk. M.W was having a banana split.
‘… and that’s why we need your help. And your boat.’ Squawks said.
‘Very good reason. Sorry about you parents, Squawks. And sure, I’ll take you where you need to go. China, you say? Easy enough. We shall go through the Amazon out to the east side of the continent. Then we shall go up to the Panama Canal and pass through, and then just float our merry way to Chinese shores. We may need to retrieve a larger boat, though.’ M.W responded.
‘Good idea. So, do we have supplies for the journey?’ Scribbles asked.
‘We need to put some more on, unless you don’t mind eating bananas.’ He said.
‘Alright, let’s go ask them for food for the journey. C’mon then, lets move!’ Squawks interrupted.

The next morning, after a good rest, they were on Monkeywrench’s boat and floating down the Amazon. The town had given them plenty of food, and M.W got lots of bananas. The chimp was wearing a toddler’s overalls with holders for his multitude of tools. Halloween costumes seem to be normal wear for chimps. After leaving, M.W pulled out a CD and stuck it in a CD player that was next to the steering wheel. It started playing something none of the group could recognize.
‘Do you know who this is?’ Scribbles asked M.W. Squawks was on the edge of the boat, watching the green shore.
‘Afraid I don’t. Do you?’ the chimp responded.
‘No, I never really listened to music. So why do you have it?’
‘Its one of the last surviving CDs around here. A relic and I collect those. This boat is my largest.’
‘Interesting…’ Scribbles was silent for a moment. ‘Good lord, is that a gun?!’ she nodded to a rusty revolver the chimp had nestled among his tools.
‘Um, yes. Still works, and I have plenty of ammunition. This thing has a story behind it. It’s to have been said to come from a town that disappeared, along with most of the people.’ M.W responded.
They were getting near the wide mouth of the Amazon River. But a barricade of rusty metal stopped them, with a single hole in the middle. Several crocodiles blocked that hole.
‘We should have checked to see if there were intact boats at the Panama Canal, Scribbles. Then we could have walked.’ Squawks muttered as he noticed the blockade. The CD player continued to play slow jazz, unhindered by the blockade.
‘Do you wish to pass, monkey?’ One of the alligators said. He rose out of the water, (only slightly, because there was a raise in the ground where he was.) and the group noticed that he was an albino. The crocodile’s white scales glistened and his pink eye watched M.W intently; its other eye was missing, possibly torn out in a fight. The speedboat was still taller than the reptile; so Squawks hid down under a bench while Scribbles just ducked. The albino hadn’t seen them. Hopefully.
‘Of course, croc. I always come past. Remember, I have my gun.’ M.W said. This seemed to frighten the crocodiles, because they retreated to let the boat past. The albino moved back reluctantly. The boat slid through, turned, and disappeared behind the barricade. Squawks and Scribbles got up.
‘Thanks for that.’ Squawks said, looking back at the metal wall.
‘I’m used to them. They don’t cause that much harm.’ M.W responded.
‘Really?’
‘Well, most of the time.’ M.W said, turning his attention back to the wheel.
The boat floated down the shoreline, only 50 or so feet away from the shore just incase they need to land, and just far enough to avoid floating debris and shallows. Squawks got back on his place on the railing, looking down at the water.
‘You know, I’ve always hated being in a boat, sorta like a cat. Hard to believe I actually wanted to do this…’ he muttered.

They drove on for awhile, only stopping to let Scribbles go to the bathroom. They reached the Panama Canal the next day, and realized that it may be quite hard to get through.
‘A boat’s blocking the way through!’ Scribbles cried. She was right. A large tanker was stuck in-between the two sides of the canal, with several large crates floating in the water.
‘Looks like we’re going to have to ditch the boat and hope there’s something on the other side. We were going to do that anyhow.’ M.W said, pulling out the CD and opening up the food cellar.
‘Um… how are we going to get all of that to where we need to go?’ Squawks said.
‘I’ll carry what I can. Luckily, it’s not that big of a walk to pass the tanker.’ He cocked his ear as like he heard something. ‘What? Who’s that?’ he said, pointing at what looked like a mutt sliding down the hill, followed closely by a blue parrot… or macaw. The mutt was shouting quite loudly. ‘Senora! Senors!’ he shouted.
‘Rodriguez?!’ Scribbles shouted. Squawks knew the macaw behind him was Bluewing, but he didn’t say anything. He just smiled.
‘You know those two?’ Monkeywrench asked. Scribbles nodded, and M.W piloted the boat to shore, and to some friends.

Just a few minutes later, Scribbles and Rodriguez were giving each other a sort of dog hug. Clearly, they were good friends. Bluewing glided over to Squawks who still was perched on the railing.
‘Hey, Squawks! How are you doing?’ he said.
‘I’m fine. And why exactly are you and Rodriguez here?’ Squawks replied.
‘Long story, very long story. I can tell you when we’re traveling. But, you got to get back to Monterrey, and fast.’ Bluewing said.
‘What do you mean?’
‘Something attacked the city. It wasn’t human, nor was it any animal I’ve ever seen! Rodriguez and I made it out of there as fast as we could. Rodriguez got hit with a bit of shrapnel from something exploding. If you haven’t noticed, he limps rather hard.’
He was right. Rodriguez limped over to the moored boat; his back left leg at an angle that looks very uncomfortable. A small section of metal poked out from underneath the brown fur.
‘Senor, are you alright?’ he asked Squawks. M.W just watched.
‘Yeah, I’m ok. But what about you? You’re the one with the hunk of metal sticking out of your leg.’ Squawks replied.
‘Right. It hurts when I try to walk, but that’s why I have to limp. I was to close to a car when it was smashed, senor.’
‘Smashed? By what?’ Scribbles asked. She had walked up to the docked boat.
‘I don’t know, Senora. I was to…’ Rodriguez responded.
He was interrupted by Monkeywrench saying: ‘Sorry about interrupting, but what about food? Now theirs five of us, I only brought food for three, not five for the trip to china.’
‘China?’ Bluewing asked.
‘Long story.’ Squawks replied. ‘And you have a long story to tell us. Monkeywrench, get us as far as you can up the Mexican shore to somewhere near Monterrey. Since this boat goes faster than Scribbles at full run, lets get down there. It should be quicker.’
‘Aye-aye, captain Squawks.’ M.W said sarcastically.
The blue and rust-streaked boat’s engine buzzed into life, and they zoomed down the shoreline.

Later on, the group that’s numbers have now swelled to five, started talking on the boat.
‘So, where are your parents, Squawks?’ Bluewing asked.
‘I missed them. They’ve been dead for six months…’ he responded.
‘Sorry, Squawks.’
‘I am to sorry for you loss, Senor Squawks.’ Rodriguez said.
‘Yeah. Never knew them well, so its, well, its hard.’ Squawks replied. They were silent for a few moments before the heard some splashes on the side of the boat. Dolphins!
‘Hello!’ one of them shouted. It sounded rather like a laugh, and it was particularly hard to understand.
‘Good afternoon to you too.’ Squawks said. Scribbles leaned over the railing to get a good look.
‘Oh wow! Dolphins! I’ve never seen you guys before.’ She said enthusiastically.
‘Why do you guys have a boat? I thought all of them were gone!’ Another dolphin said.
‘We managed to keep one together.’ M.W replied.
‘Awesome! Mind if we follow for a while?’
Squawks looked to M.W.
‘Sure, you can follow us. Just be careful, I don’t need a mangled dolphin behind me from colliding with the motor’s propeller.’ The chimp said. The dolphins all cheered.

Chapter 6

The group talked, traveling many miles down the shoreline. The dolphins had left them once they entered the shallows, where they needed to be.
‘Stop, senor! I recognize this area!’ Rodriguez shouted.
‘Right-o, Rodriguez. Well, this looks like where we part.’ M.W said.
‘Really? Why don’t you come with us? We could use a good chimp.’ Scribbles responded.
‘I have another place to go. I just realized a friend of mine may be in trouble. Not very far away from here, either. I need to see that he’s alright, and then I’ll return. Maybe we’ll see each other again.’ M.W said.
‘Alright then, good luck.’
‘Good luck, senor Monkeywrench.’ Rodriguez said.
‘Adios, chimp.’ Bluewing said, almost sarcastically.
‘Good bye, and good luck. You’ve been a great help.’ Squawks added as he flew off the boat. Everyone else except M.W followed.
Monkeywrench cranked up the stereo which was playing some hard rock music, and shouted: ‘Wish me luck!’ his rust specked speedboat turned around and skimmed down the salty waters, leaving the group’s lives, but maybe not forever.
‘I’ll miss him.’ Scribbles said, wiping a tear.
‘He’ll be alright, senora. He’s a strong one. He’ll survive.’ Rodriguez said.
The two macaws watched the fading wake of the boat, wondering what would happen to the chimp. They turned to the thick forest behind them, and wondered how Rodriguez could find his way through that, limp and all.
‘Alright, if I’m correct, there should be a thin pathway through the forest somewhere down here.’ Rodriguez said, breaking the silence.
‘Where?’ Squawks said.
‘Over… over here!’ he pushed some vines aside to reveal a dirt path.
‘Well, it’s not exactly the gold brick road, but it works. You sure this goes all the way to Monterrey? It‘s got to be at least 50 miles.’ Bluewing asked.
‘Positive, senor. I have traversed it many a time.’
‘And what about other survivors?’ Scribbles asked. She was retreating away from a crab that was giving her an odd look.
‘Few, senora. Few. Only the people that where in the area of the cat’s paw survived. The cafe was at the edge of the city so the animals there had time to escape. I wasn’t fast enough, and that’s how I got the hunk of shrapnel in my leg.’
‘Right. I had to get some other dogs to pull you out.’ Bluewing said.
‘That was mucho difficil, senor. For me and the other dogs.’

Well, the group was back to how they where when it was just Squawks and Scribbles, laughing, joking, and just surviving. The path was long, but they made it through in the end. They noticed the odd lack of birdsong, maybe due to the fact that something had scared them away. Maybe the group was just too foolhardy to run away whimpering.
‘There’s no birdsong, senors. Did you notice that?’ Rodriguez said, his voice almost echoing in the empty forest.
‘We are still slave to our instincts, Rodriguez. Everyone ran away from whatever attacked Monterrey. By the way, what did attack? You never said. And Bluewing, you were supposed to tell us that story of yours.’ Squawks responded, looking around. The trees towered above them and their leafy canopy made all the light come down in a bright green color. Ahead of them, some trees had fallen and a hill rose up about 5 feet.
‘This should be where Monterrey is…’ Rodriguez said. He put some more speed into his limp, and the group could here his moans all the way to the hill. The others followed, dashing to the hill.
‘Oh lord, have mercy…’ Bluewing muttered.
The group stood on the edge of the pile of dirt, astounded. There was a huge crater, nearly 300 feet deep where the city of Monterrey should have been! But that wasn’t all. In the center of the crater, a couple of dozen things that looked like flying plates were using lasers to weld what seemed to be the frame work of buildings. The flying plates were a dark blue color with lights in several different colors flashing on the top. The buildings were the same color, and some of them even had the walls nearly built. Another dozen seemed to be building a pipeline that went back the way the group came, towards the Atlantic Ocean. A ship bobbed over all of this, looking rather like a giant, dark blue Frisbee. A small blue disc that was building the buildings flew up and entered the huge Frisbee-like ship.
‘Good lord, what is it?’ Squawks said. He was used to this, after seeing so many movies in the making with his ex-master, who was now rotting quietly many miles away.
‘I don’t-don’t know…’ Scribbles stuttered.
‘Maybe it was whatever attacked us and destroyed the city.’ Rodriguez said, almost calmly.
‘Good-good lord, I feel like I-I have to run!’ Bluewing said, clearly scared.
‘It seems to be creating some type of energy that makes us afraid. C’mon, fight it!’ Squawks shouted, not afraid. ‘Rodriguez, you up to heading down there?’ he asked.
‘Si, senor. Let’s leave. You two can stay up here.’ He said to Squawks, then Bluewing and Scribbles. The Dalmatian and the blue macaw didn’t argue.
And so the team split up. Rodriguez slid down the shallow slope of the hill, with Squawks overhead to help if needed. Down along the hill, bits of debris and wreckage could be seen. A hunk of bricks lay, half covered, in the dirt. A half scorched sombrero lay on the ground. Rodriguez slid it on to his head.
‘I’m surprised my sombrero survived the blast.’ He said, wincing as he stepped the wrong way.
‘Wait, that one was yours? How can you tell?’ Squawks asked, looking at a child’s doll that rested in the dirt, one leg missing. A relic of the human age.
‘Believe me, I just know.’
‘Oh, really?’
‘Si, senor. I recognize this design.’ Rodriguez responded, nearly slipping on the shaft of a guitar. All kinds of debris and wreckage littered the ground- perhaps this is all that was left of the Cat’s Paw.
‘So they actually hand-made your hats here? Wow, it’s usually on a big old conveyer belt, being made by machines in huge numbers. But hand made- awesome!’
‘Well, paw-made, senor. But you get the idea.’
‘Very true, Rodriguez.’ Squawks laughed. They were getting closer to the bottom of the crater, and they were practically on top of the giant concrete pipe. A floating disc was flying above them, working on the pipe. When the two animals got to the bottom of the pipe, they looked down the dark expanses. It must have been many miles long and a tiny light could be seen on the other end, along with some of the bright blasts from the discs.
‘Hello?!’ Squawks squawked. It echoed many times and really quite loudly. One of the discs that was working on the outside of the tunnel must have noticed, and it flew in and hovered above the two. It made a very slight humming noise that must have attracted Squawks attention.
‘Rodriguez, why’s that there?’ he said as he turned.
‘I don’t know, senor. I think we should run…’ Rodriguez replied. They ran away from the disc, nearly getting blasted by the disc’s beam. Oddly, neither of them was actually running. Rodriguez was doing a sort of painful, fast limp whilst Squawks was flying. They dashed out of the pipe and up the hill, with the disc chasing them.
‘Whoa!’ Squawks said as he just narrowly avoided a blast from the disc, with the blast slightly frying his tail feathers.
‘Ow! Good lord, that hurt!’ he shouted as the two jumped over the edge of the Monterrey crater. The disc stopped short of the edge, even with the two animals right in its reach.
‘Why’d it stop?’ Rodriguez asked, slowing down due to his injury.
‘I don’t know. But don’t question it; let’s go find Bluewing and Scribbles!’ Squawks shouted. The two went off into the forest, searching for their friends.

But whilst Rodriguez and Squawks were gone, Scribbles and Bluewing were having similar problems. They had run off, instincts taking hold. When they had gone about five miles into the forest, they had stopped.
‘Oh god, why’d we run?’ Scribbles panted.
‘Instincts. Damn… we need to help Squawks and Rodriguez!’ Bluewing swore.
‘No need for language, Bluewing.’ She raised her head, like she heard something. ‘Down!’ she cried. They ducked, and a laser blast flew over their heads.
‘Who’s shooting?’ Bluewing asked, almost calm.
‘I don’t know, but let’s move!’ Scribbles shouted, jumping a log. They sped through the forest at speeds to dangerous to contemplate. Bluewing was looking back at where the shots were coming from (very, very dangerous in a forest) and he them slammed directly into a tree.
‘Ouch! Damnit!’ Bluewing cried. He was clearly in a bad mood. Scribbles spun around to the dazed macaw.
‘I’ll carry you by the nape of your neck if I have to!’ Scribbles shouted, and she just that. They were chased by this unknown force as the sped back to the crater, fighting the will to flee into their attackers’ arms. They nearly tumbled over the edge of the crater when they noticed Squawks and Rodriguez running over.
‘Where are we going to go?’ Squawks said. ‘And why are you holding Bluewing like that?’ Bluewing was knocked out at some point during the chase. Scribbles gave them a shrug.
‘You three can go on without me. I’d just slow you down.’ Rodriguez responded.
Scribbles dropped the unconscious blue macaw, spitting out a feather. ‘Here, you carry him. We leave no one behind! C’mon, we may need to go into the crater.’ She said. Rodriguez mumbled something, and then picked up Bluewing.
‘Wait a moment, one of those discs that were constructing things attacked us, but stopped at the edge. Are you sure going in there is wise?’ Squawks said.
A beam whizzed over Scribbles’s head. ‘Better than getting shot at. C’mon!’ and without further ado, Scribbles raced down the crater side, with Squawks and Rodriguez not far behind. The team slid down the hill, avoiding shots flying at them.
Why are they shooting at us? Squawks thought. Maybe because all other wildlife is supposed to be gone? Could be.
They were halfway down when they stopped behind a large hunk of masonry. Their perusers had stopped at the edge. The team poked their heads over the edge to get a look at them.
They were certainly humanoid, but certainly not human. They were all covered in blue-green scales, with fins on their arms and legs. Their three-fingered claws looked like they could rip a tree in half and their heads looked like a normal lizard’s head, but with the size increased tenfold- but still in scale with the body. The teeth on them were massive, akin to a sabertooth cat’s. They each wore a tight suit with different equipment on it, and what seemed to be an oxygen tank on the back. A large tail flicked behind each of them, impatiently and armed with a large spike. The one in the middle seemed to be the leader of the group, with large claws, and a cape. He (or she) barred his (or her) razor sharp teeth and unfolded a large fin on his (or her) back.
Here they come again! Scribbles thought as the group jumped down the hill.
‘We gotta keep moving!’ Squawks shouted as he headed towards the half built buildings. A construction disc noticed them and started blasting its beam at the team. One of the blasts set Scribbles’s tail on fire.
‘Ow! That’s hot! Ow, ow, ow!’ She screamed. Squawks flew down, picked up a section of a ruined flag, and batted Scribbles’s tail with it. It was then just slightly smoking. Bluewing just had to wake up now…
‘Ah! What’s happening?!’ he shouted just before Rodriguez knocked him out again.
‘Why’d you do that, Rodriguez?’ Squawks asked as he dropped the ruined flag. The mutt just shrugged. He was in clear pain from his limp. He was also leaving a slight trail of blood.
‘Oh lord… we better get under cover quickly!’ Scribbles shouted, noticing Rodriguez’s wound was worse. They stopped at the half-built buildings, Rodriguez nearly falling over. The discs that were working on the buildings didn’t bother them for some reason, and the one that was chasing them stopped short.
‘Maybe they don’t wanna destroy the buildings.’ Squawks whispered, ducking behind some wall. Rodriguez placed Bluewing down, and he fell down, behind a large pillar. His injury was bleeding freely now.
‘God help us…’ Scribbles said. The aliens were very near now, and their roars could be heard clearly.
‘Look up!’ Squawks shouted. Another spaceship hovered above them, its dark-grey hull somehow reflecting the light. It was a long shape with wings, something you would expect an alien to pilot. A hatch opened at the bottom, and an orange beam of light shot down. The reptilian aliens stopped right before ending up in it. Seconds later, several other aliens appeared in front of the bad guys with a flash of light. This new species was very wolf-like, how you would expect a werewolf to be like, their wolf-like muzzle barring sharp teeth. They wore dark green suits bristling with guns and other things. One of them appeared to be a medic, his only weapon being a large revolver-like pistol.
‘Open fire!’ one of them shouted- this one was wearing a different suit, which seemed to indicate he was the leader. Somehow, the group understood it. The aliens just mowed down the reptilian ones, their large guns ripping holes in their slimy scales. They then started shooting at the construction discs, which, in turn, started shooting them. One of the new creatures- the one which shouted the command- came over to the group, and nearly stepped on Rodriguez.
‘Medic, get over here! We have wounded!’ he shouted. Squawks fluttered up to the section of wall next to his head.
‘Who are you?’ he asked. Scribbles was trying to help Rodriguez, but to no avail.
‘We are Lukarians, and I am Ka-Shan. Who are you, exactly?’ he responded. The medic was no pulling something out of her bag.
‘My name’s Squawks. The one with the burnt tail, that’s Scribbles. The bleeding mutt is Rodriguez and the unconscious one is Bluewing.’ The medic had managed to pull out some odd looking devices that were emitting a glowing orange light.
‘What type of name is that, Squawks?’
‘Um… I used to be someone’s pet. They’re all dead now.’ Squawks muttered as he looked over to the medic, who had currently set up some equipment, and who was trying to remove the section of shrapnel out of Rodriguez’s leg.
‘The original people who lived here, the ones who made the cities?’
‘Yeah, they used to be called humans. And who were those creatures who attacked?’
‘We’ve met them before, but we’re trying to…’ Ka-Shan looked up. The mother ship was fleeing! ‘Get some fighters after that ship! C’mon, move!’
‘Oh dear…’ Squawks whispered. The mother ship’s guns were appearing! Ka-Shan pulled out a radio-thing.
‘Move, pilot! Get out of here! No need to die!’ He must have been talking to the big ship that they came in. It flew in the opposite direction from the mother ship, launching some smaller fighters at the same time.
‘Get under cover!’ he shouted, grabbing Squawks and pulling him in with the rest of his group and the medic.
Thoom! Thoom! Thoom! That was the sound of the mother ship’s guns. All the buildings around the group exploded in a shower of metal and wood, and then when a huge piece of a building came flying at them…