"Are those fighters ready? Right get me on the TV. Just do it
The Prime minister began his announcment.
"We are not going to give in to it. They may have a superior force but we will never ... never surrendor. They have asked for our children. They will get our fighters. We will hide our baby's. We will survive and WE WILL BE VICTORIUS."
Masses of people are gathering outside of parliment amid rumours that the aliens have issued an ultimatum.
The crowd roars in appreciation and agreement of the announcement.
Above them several Myzton battle cruizers momentarily blink in and out of existence as the Prime minister looks down at Toby and flashes him a look of panic. Toby boosts the power to the weather illusion. The PM looks anxiously around him and yet realised that no one noticed the flicker as they were all looking at him. Their Prime minister and their saviour was being beamed across the nation and was looking down on them all from a giant screen outside No. 10.
"don't you think we've gone too far this time Justine? The council might not grant you tenure when you return.
"Oh hang the council this is just too much fun. I never knew that having all this power would be so.."
"Delluded?"
"No no potent! Its like a drug, I want more.."
"Prepare the invasion. Evacuate the children. I want to bring them all to their knee's before Myzton. I am going to do it.." The PM chuckles maniacly.
The PM quickly starts coughing to mask his laughing as a minister enters the room.
"Clearly insane.", mutters Toby to another minister who has just entered the PM's private office.
"New reports sir. The evacuation is underway
"All mothers and babys yes no men or fighters. Right lets do this. Distribute the drug to everyone and give them all the crawl suits.
"Ahh errrrm I mean give them the bionic suits - to help them ... urghhh fight .... yes thats it issue them all with the 'b-i-o-n-i-c suits' ... yes"
The PM shot another worried glance at toby. "Ok off you go thats it make it happen. Yes thanks"
The puzzled looking minister leaves the room to issue the orders and begin recruitment of the remaining people as fighters with ofcourse the right drug and a bionic suit to take on those pesky all powerful aliens.
The evacuees all gathered within the confines of the giant ships that were destined for a distant place - safe from the Myzton invaders. In truth though each ship was about to be beamed directly to a Myzton colony world on the other side of the universe. The Myzton used its colonys to farm humans for their dreams. Oh yes the council would be so pleased with Justine.
The council would not do this until all humans had been brought to obedience - those were the rules. Justine knew this. Ofcourse best laid plans...
Somewhere in Brixton, London. Amber Jones was eating his tv dinner and looking at the PM on the Telli.
Jones was one of the new recruits.
Jones had an insatiable mind - a thirst for truth. He knew something was odd about all this. I mean why for example had they not been invaded. Why didnt they just land and get it over with. And what was it with the PM why was he acting so...so... weird. It just didnt fit. Neither did his new bionic space suit. He threw it at the wall and watched as it switched itself on. Beep boo beep. It suddenly flew into a configuration he recognised. He looked down at the pill and then back at the suit. "Naaa."
Jones pulled back the curtains and peered outside into the streets. Something was out there some kind of animal. Lots of them. Wait they werent animals they were humans. Crawling - wearing the crawl suits. They were drugged to the eye balls and their brains were all being doped by the suit which had adjusted itself permanently into a crawling position.
They were making a weird kind of moan. He couldnt stand it. He needed to find others that hadnt been dupped. They needed to do something.
"oooooooouuuuuuuurgh", came the moan from one of the crawlers.
Jones attempted to free some of them but they just bit his legs and the suit gave him a shock.
"Shit what the fuck!!"
He walked and walked and saw them - all of them, all crawling, all moaning. He held his head, felt like screaming and he did. As he did the crawlers looked at him with eyes that shone white while a giant screen unvieled itself across the gloomy sky with the PM looking down across london. The Myzton battle cruizers had been deleted.
Toby was boosting the signal as every crawler moaned at the sky.
"Perfect." whispered the PM. "Perfect"
Chapter 4
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