"How daring..." the scientist guy whispers, still unconvinced as he rolls his eyes.

"Such beauty...from an Alien, haha!" says the human girl.

"Huh?" The alien girl replied in a confused tone as she then lets go of the young teacher's hand. "What do you mean by "Alien", dear human?"

"Well, an alien is a term we "Earthlings" use to describe beings that are not from our planet, for instance, you. I mean, the Universe around us is supposed to be something around 14 billion parsecs with a dim chance of a lifeform like you to appear. Now we have seen that they weren't the only as well I must say unless you can convince me otherwise," says the scientist.

"Really? Well with that description I think it also fits you in my world. After all, we are aliens in every way," she says sheepishly.

"Hahahaha! That's a pretty statement you got there dear girlie! But hey, tell me, what tricks do you have, do you fly, do you fight, do you fly, do you breathe underwater, anything?" the Human girl says rapidly like her running beforehand.

"Well, I can fly with these wings...And something else that's amazing but I can't do it right now. I'm not old enough to do it."

"And what could that be?" she asks.

"The Norai technique. A force shared among the Soranians. It involves being able to manipulate objects around the area with the simple power of a thought. But I'm not old enough to have it yet, I need only a year to gain such power. Yet...I feel that I really want to experience it."

"I see...but can't you use your wings for something yet?" the scientist looking guy says.

The Alien could only shake her head in response.

"Why the bloody hell not?" asks the scientist.

"Because I'm injured...and I don't want to attract their attention towards us."

"Their? The Aliens?" the scientist asks once more.

"The Zlocu..." she says.

The Scientist then wondered for something for a moment.

"Let me guess, you're a mutant out of them, or not? Gimme some quick answers if you want to live!" he barks angrily at her. This briefly scares her out.

"Shut it!" the young teacher says.

"I'm a Soranian, an inhabitant of the planet Sorania-Or rather, I'm what I'm left of my people..."

"Just get straight to the point." the scientist still demands.

"The thing is...all of this happened even though we only wanted peace. The rest of the galaxy was in peace for a long time, providing the security and services for the well-being of the other beings in the Galaxy. But I never expected a poor race like the Zlocu could turn to war like this. And all in the name for the next of "evolution". They've become stronger in the years that passed, taking controls of most of the spaceports, colonies and warp gates to their advantage, and slaughtering anyone deemed weak to their cause...my race included."

"All for despising peace? And now you believe the whole galactic community could have followed a stronger yet stricter model if they could have survived much longer?" the young teacher asks incredulously.

"Unfortunately yes."

All of them can only stare in silence worriedly, every one of them has lost something dear to them, all for the common goals of the Zlocu: evolution and eradication of the weak. Perhaps the nature of war itself could expand to other races after all.

"Well now, let's keep the rest of the story for later. Can someone build a fireplace, please? It's getting very dark here," the young teacher asks.

"Are you kidding me? We'll get spotted by the fire itself. Not to mention that the Zlocans may just hear us at any minute. We should move a bit more far away into the woods. I may still use my spotlight though," the scientist says in a whispering tone.

"OK," the young man says.

Soon, he and the rest went a bit further into the woods while hiding beneath some tree that nearly obscured them.

"By the way, can I know all of your names? It's strange that it's our first day together and we haven't known each other that much yet, but I guess it would be fun to have some new fellas around here." the young teacher asks.

"S-sure thing. I am Amira Dhorian. Former princess of the kingdom...now a fugitive." says the Alien girl.

"Seiner Butch, and if you ask, yes I'm not a freaking bloke." the scientist replies.

"I'm Tania Maestas, but you can call me Tany, nice to meet you all!" the girl says.

"Well, my name is Logan Preaker Hijikata, but simply use Preaker if you like. At your service." The young teacher replies.

Knowing each other brings a slight smile on her face. Perhaps this is the time she needs after all.

"It's very enchanting to know you all dear humans."

"Don't bother with that, we've just met," Seiner replies.

"Yeah, sweetie! You will have lots of fun having good lessons from all of us!"

"As if we're good enough..." Seiner scoffs.

"Well, my years in teaching High School and camping could perhaps help her in her situation. Perhaps. But if we're careful enough, then she'll know us better, and perhaps we will to her."

"As if...oh screw it," Seiner said as he then realized he can't keep up with his sardonic behavior.

"Well well well, now...here's a big question for you to answer, and It's very, highly, hugely, important..." Tany says with a surprisingly sinister tone. The others could only stare at her like she's hiding something mysterious.

Finally...

"How did you all get into this messy mess? I came here when a bunch of cops led by a guy who looked like those wild-west cowboys led me to safety. And here's hoping they're still alive..."

"Oh...well, long story short, I got away from my home all the way here for some refugee camp," Logan says.

"Well, I was taking transport for a safe-haven until it was attacked by those blokes struck down the plane...and I was the only survivor in it," Seiner says.

"I see...I came here while trying to ask the monstrous Zlocans after kidnapping Varris."

"Another one of your race? This is getting interesting from the suspicious Amira." Seiner asks incredulously.

"Seiner, please..." Logan says sternly towards him.

"Now, if you mind?"

"He's my brother since we arrived here he heard that our uncle crash landed here on Earth in a desert, Roswell to be exact."

"You mean the incident from 1947? I should have suspected." Seiner says.

"You know that all along? Well, that's very interesting. Well, as I was saying, Varris started to have a grudge against humans when he heard that they made cruel experiments on him once he arrived for a scouting mission. He had that sentiment for two years ever since we arrived here. Despite that, I thought I could be feeling safe now from the grip of the Zlocu...but I was wrong...so much wrong...and know with you, I can't even feel secure."

A brief moment of silence falls for a moment, all until.

"You know, we've heard each other enough for the day, but for all the talk you give to us and something for us to expect sympathy, I won't bulge not at all. Hell, we're not supposed to! And if I get the chance, I'll make sure the authorities will do the best to extract the truth from you."

"Seiner!" Logan yells as he grabs him.

"What!? You know that in war-"

"I already know, and I too I'm unsure of what to do with her...but if we don't give her the chance in accompanying us and let her live, then we'll still be in the place that leads us to what we dread the most in all history," Logan says while still trying to hold him.

"Are you really that naive?"

"Like there's nothing wrong with your cynicism..."

Seiner eventually sits down once more, groaning in frustration. He for some reason has no time to engage in sweet talk yet in what Logan said, it should be enough to not restart another fight.

"Oh my...but hey, once we can rest, we'll cheer ya up goodie Amira for a sweet tomorrow, righty?"

"Can you stop with the stupid righty?"

"Ugh, naughty dog...now, where was I? Oh! Well, surely they knew their mistake right, righty right? You know that as Humans, we aren't that much of dorks anyways." Tania asks.

Seiner could only eye-roll at such statement.

"I'm afraid I don't know that, but its very likely that given their nature, they regret nothing...is it? Judging from you...I don't know what to think of it." Amira says.

"Don't worry Amira, I'm pretty sure they did. We all can." Logan replies as he stands up next to her.

"You really think so? How can you be so sure?"

"Well, you see..."

Just as he was about to answer the question, the Zlocu Knights and machines popped out of nowhere, surrounding them near the place. The Walkers, the Knights, and the drones all eventually spot them in spite of trying to keep the secret.

"They found us!?" Seiner shouts.

"Because we used our own technology to sense your heat, Human dip-shit!" one of the Knights replies.

"Enough talk! Knights, terminate those weaklings in front of me and prove that we are the strongest!" says one of the generals.

"But wasn't our orders to-"

"Change of orders! We may have no need for these weaklings! Men, get ready!"

Soon all the Knights, Walkers and drones aim their guns at the four escapees, in which they suddenly hold each other tightly as their execution awaits.

"1...2..."

This is it?

Truly no one can stop them?

No one?

Then, as it all comes down to a tragic close, a huge beam of light appears, surrounding the whole place between the Zlocu and the escapees. Then, it expands to the place, then the other nations, and other planets, and to the whole galaxy, forming a line between the supposed extent of the Zlocan conquest.

A new turn of events has just opened...