Disclaimer:  To any authorities:  note that this is just a story and is 
written just for fun.  So please do not hold this story, or any that 
may 
come there after, against me.  And if you do, just remember that you 
were a 
kid once.  So please, DONT RIDE MY ASS ABOUT IT!!

By: David  <metallic_zealot_of_the_underground@hotmail.com>


                  Combat With the Unknown part I

	“SWITCHING TO GRAPLER COMBAT MODE!”
Gene thrust the control sticks forward and the arms boomed as they came 
out 
of their chambers and into the emptiness of space.  Gene could feel his 
heart almost pounding out of his chest while adrenaline flowed through 
his 
vains, he could almost taste it in his mouth.  He gripped the joysticks 
tightly in his hand and prepared for the sudden jolt that
would soon come.

        He looked forward and focused his eyes onto the unknown ship.  
The 
enemy ship was long and narrow, painted a dark greyish-green color with 
various markings around the ship, especially around what looked like to 
be 
the cockpit.  The ship gave off an odd weezing sound as it slowly 
unchained 
it’s own pair of grappler arms and with a bang, sent
itself flying toward the Outlaw Star.  Gene braced himself as the two 
ships 
collided.

	The ships and their arms gripped each others hands, playing a simple 
game 
of mercy, to test the strength of the opposing ship.  Gene could hear 
the 
metal twisting and bending under the stress that was being forced onto 
the 
Outlaw Star.
“OPEN FIRE,”  yelled Gene.
“But we are too close to the enemy ship we could certainly....”
“I DONT CARE GILLIAM!  JUST FIRE THE DAMN MISSLES!!”

	The hatches opened up and released the payload of death that it 
carried in 
its stomach.  The missiles slammed into the aft of the enemy ship doing 
only 
minor surface damage.
“Gene, we didnt do anything to them. We barley scratched ‘em,”  said 
Jim, 
obviously.
“I know!  I KNOW!  Mel, increase the engine output to 110%.”
Melfina closed her eyes and went into a deep thought.
“Engine output at 110%, showing all green.”

	The two ships pulled apart from each other, circled one another and 
clashed 
again in a struggle to determine their strength.  The enemy ship broke 
its 
hold on the Outlaw Star and quickly jabbed it hard on the stern, 
putting a 
massive dent on the once clean ship.  Gene quickly counter-attacked 
with a 
combo of hits on where the missiles had impacted.  With each blow the 
enemy 
ship slowly turned away from the Outlaw Star.  Gene kept pounding away 
with 
the left arm and brought the right one up and unsheathed the battle
ax.

	Gene maneuvered around the ship and with one swift chop, knocked off 
the 
left arm at the elbow.  Gene brought the left arm up and pulled the 
massive 
hand gun and unloaded the clip into the cockpit of the ship.
“Gene, we’re doing it!  We’re beating them!”
“Shut up Jim and prepare to board.  I wanna go up there and visit our 
dancing partner.  Melfina, I trust you could keep the ship steady while 
Jim 
and I board?”
“Yes, Gene.  Just don’t take too long.”

	The boarding pod extended from the top side of the Outlaw Star and 
drilled 
a hole into the damaged bow of the enemy ship.  The pod opened up and 
was 
immediately fired upon. The halo of bullets impacted the back side of 
the 
pod missing their intended targets.
Gene and Jim stepped out of their hiding spots on the inside wall of 
the pod 
and began firing their small hand guns onto their target.  Just as soon 
as 
they began firing they stopped and gazed down the long, doorless hall 
of the 
ship.
“Gene, its empty..., there is no one their!”
“How the hell...?  Who fired at us then?”

	A masked figure uncloaked before their eyes and unleashed another 
round of 
deadly bullets.  Gene and Jim quickly scrambled to dodge the bullets of 
their masked enemy.  Gene dove and hit the ground hard on his right 
shoulder 
and began to fire at the
chest of the masked figure.  As each bullet slammed into the attacker, 
it 
was knocked back until it was up against the wall.  Gene stopped as it 
slowly fell onto its butt and then the head hit the floor with a loud 
“clang.”

	Gene stepped toward the motionless body and bent down to the face 
level of 
the enemy.
“Let see what is behind the masked man, shall we?
“Be careful Gene.  That think might not be dead....”
Gene propped his hand onto the back of the mask and the muzzle end of 
the 
gun under the chin of the attacker.  He slowly and cautiously removed 
the 
helmet, a horrible stench filled the area as the head became exposed.  
The 
head was a deep red, with red vains that
were clearly visible around the nose region.  The nose was like a 
hawk’s 
beak, curved downward, the eyes were clear white, with no sign of 
pupils.  
There were no ears only small slits in the sides of the head.

	Gene jumped back at the horrific sight.
“Oh man!  What is this thing Jim?”
..................
“Jim?”
Gene turned around to see Jim being carried off by, what must have been 
another on of the cloaked monsters.
“JIM!!!!”

Gene began to sprint toward the kidnapper.  The alien ran to the end of 
the 
hall and opened a large door and entered.  Gene quickly follow.  As he 
entered the door way, the
room quickly became dark and various noises could be heard all around 
him.  
Moments later, massive lights light the room, revealing a large room 
with 
tall walls making an oval
around the room.  Hundreds of the cloaked aliens were standing around 
on top 
of the large oval walls, almost like a stadium.

	They began to chant:  “Nat’ka’dnuim, nel’mu’nifcashka!   Nat’ka’dnuim, 
nel’mu’nifcashka!”

        The chant became increasingly louder as Gene took another step
toward the center of the room.   A white circle had been painted in the 
center and as soon
as Gene had both feet in, the floors around the circle dropped, 
revealing 
empty space.  Several larger aliens uncloaked around Gene, holding 
various 
weapons.  Some looked like close-combat swords and axes.  While others 
carried what seemed to be or resemble casters.

	Gene spun around and studied them all.  The tallest one stepped up and 
let 
out a blood curdling roar, looked at Gene.
“Nat’ka’dnuim, fasta’newsetma lar’nix’va.  Kap’nesht’amahut!”

        His voice sounded as if he was challenging Gene.  Gene only 
stared 
at the masked alien.  It charged releasing an even more deafening roar 
as it 
charged him.  Gene readied himself as it jumped into the air, with its 
weapon raised high. About to punture his head.

TO BE CONTINUED....