Smash and bash,
Bash and smash,
Matters not
What you do
Smash and bash,
Bash and Smash
-Traditional Aer’thean Children’s Poem

Hour 1510, 3 Days, 30 Hours.
High Council Court, Underground, Private Quarters.

Aeireil, the High Judge sits at his desk, his ten digit hands interlaced together over his purple, dinosaur like skin.
“Very well. The Courts decided. You shall redeem yourself. Bring us a new planet. Be gone Aeriedle.”
Aeriedle stands by the door, arms at his sides. “Very well High Judge.” Aeriedle turns respectively and walks out the door, it closing automatically behind him. The High Judge Aereil just stares at where his Captain stood, pouring himself something to eat. He knows the mission easy, and a mockery to the Captain’s skill, but redemption is rare and honored when offered. He eats his drink, eyeing the door cautiously.

Aeriedle stands outside his home in the city overlooking the great city. Towers spiral high in the sky beyond vision and roads curve in every direction, giving the illuminating sunlight a devastatingly powerful effect on any viewer of this great civilization. He puts on his metal helmet that curves around his cranium. His battle armor shined and polished to reflect every facet of this city and showcase his medals. Aerielde has no family to speak of. Born into the military he has known but one family, and wishes for none other. He gives a small sigh as he brings out his saber, one made of the finest steel available. It’s rusted with the blood of past enemies from wielders other then himself. Such weapons are merely ornaments and badges of high honor now, but still expected when entering the battle field.
A smaller creature stands to his side, about half his height. It presents a message in a scroll.
“From the High Council Aeriedle, they have selected a planet suitable of your talents.”
Aeriedle cannot speak to this life form. It is not allowed. It runs off into the city, delivering more messages.
He unrolls the message and reads it, a mockery to his talents as he expected, but still a small challenge. He crinkles the message, tossing it to the side.
Aeriedle steps onto a platform, instructs it to his base of commands. He dials a few numbers on a spiral disc. It glows a soft red as he speaks into it:
“Scout one, two, three. Mission object in hand. Prepare.”

When Aeriedle arrives to his base he is greeted by his Scouts. They are ready and willing.
“We leave now. Waste not any time.” The scouts nod in succession, and head off into their respective ships, of which could easily hold a ten thousand troops.
Aeriedle stands before his ship, gargantuan in comparison to the others. Though no soldiers will be attending on this ship.
“Redeem Myself.”

*

Diana Krist is a good worker and better wife. And that’s all she can think of as she stares at her monitor. Thirteen unidentified aircraft just entered her radar screen, each bearing a destination for a crash landing.
She can’t think straight. Surely it’s a glitch, surely. She tries restarting the program once. And when she still sees the aircrafts coming, she dials the President.

*

Billy Bill is staring out his telescope when the aircrafts come into sight, and he knows what it is right away: UFOs. They move with super-natural speed and agility. A few seem to be scouting the area randomly, while the others are surely headed for a crash landing.

*

Aeriedle has ordered the landing party, total annihilation, immediate. He’s prepared the blasting cannon a little late, but it doesn’t matter.

*

The President looks out his bay window. It was supposed to be a quite evening with the Misses, but the news preceded the phone call from Diana and numerous other officers at his command. They move fast. Intelligence says they’re gaining speed as they continue, surely a crash landing.
He’s ordered all nations to report as to what this is, and none have come back with a satisfying answer. He orders a nation wide Red Alert.

*

“Katie Jones Reporting. If you’re just joining us, you don’t need to know that the sky is filled with spaceships. Just an hour ago it was reported that thirteen were only up there, but as we can all see it reaches to the hundreds. The President has issued a statement for all Americans and other peoples in the world to take up arms against this threat. This is a threat. I repeat, the President has issued a statement – What?”
Katie’s camera man puts down the camera and stares into the sky.
“What is it? Nothings happening! Keep rolling!”
“Batteries dead…”
Katie looks at him with disappointment. “Get a new one!”
“I… can’t.”
Katie rushes over to him. “Why?”
“I can’t move.”
A flash of yellow light, and Katie looks into the sky. The largest ship has begun to depart part of itself. A huge, yellow tunnel has appeared, electric charges striking the sky.
“I think, I think this is were we run.” Says the camera man, still un-moving.
“None sense. The Government has prepared several missile attacks. If they strike, they’re dead. I’m getting batteries, and shake a leg, we have news to cover.”
Then, after an hour and half since the first sighting one of the smaller ships speed increases dramatically, and crash lands right into Katie’s van, sending a minor explosion into the air.
“Get me a camera now!” She yells to anyone in her distance, though no one gives theirs up. They surround the van, which is now a small crater in the ground as a purple glowing spaceship gives off a few sparks.
The largest spaceship gives off a few crackles as the yellow light intensifies. Three more crashes are heard through out the area as more crash landings take effect.

*

Aeriedle’s cannon is prepared, and the first wave of landings complete.
“On my word” is all he says into his disc as he prepares a few buttons. His tongue licks out in the air of his ship, tasting the electricity in the air. He suddenly changes his mind. What good is redemption? He’ll still be an outcast to his people, unless, unless he does something drastic and unpredictable.
He taps his sword, and sets the charge to maximum. He brings back out his disk, calling all Landers.
“Not leave ship until I shoot”, a small response of crackles greets him in union. They understand.

*

Katie approaches the ship first, carrying a small pipe wrench for defense.
“We mean you no harm! But you appear to be hostile! If you come in peace come out with whatever hands you may have up!”
A large beam of light encompasses her then from the large ship. She isn’t aware of it at first, but a gasping crowd quickly draws her to it.
Her hand goes up to her vision, trying to see past the light.
A shockingly bright puddle of yellow light blazes up in down like water before her, appearing transparent as a figure takes physical form almost immediately, sword drawn.
The light vanishes off of Katie as she stares at the creatures purple chin and inhaling it’s strong odor of sweat and blood.
Katie gazes at the figure, not believing her eyes. The wrench drops from her hands.
“Please… Please tell me you come in peace.”
Aeriedle opens his mouth, revealing a spiked tongue as he tastes the air.
“Mmm… you good.”
Katie is overwhelmed with shock. It speaks English!
“We – we are Earthlings! We mean you no harm! Welcome to our-“
“Mmm… Matters not. Smash and bash time.”
Katie doesn’t need to run, the quick thrust of the sword goes deep into her belly, the electricity killing her almost immediately. She falls to the ground, eyes wide.
Aeriedle considers killing the rest of them, but finds it in bad taste. That is, until the crowd surrounding Katie’s destroyed and now ablaze van takes up arms and start a charge at Aeriedle.
“Make my day.”

*

From above, live satellite feed displays to the world Katie’s death, and the death of nearly two dozen people around her as the beast swirls around in circles, stabbing briefly out to kill his victims pouncing on a few, driving it’s feet into the its victims backs while giving a roar.
The Landers haven’t opened yet, and the President is having a hard time determining whether or not to destroy them. This could be a rouge soldier. This could be a mistake!

*

People lay dead at Aeriedle’s feet, each baring his swords stabs. He brings out his disc and presses a wide green button.
The largest spacecraft gives off a boom and glows brighter as it prepares itself for firing.
Aeriedle spies a human in the brush past the earth vehicles and brings out his hand in a peace offering.
“Come here Human. I need not my blade to kill where you stand.”
The human, a man of twenty emerges slowly from the side of the parking lot and approaches.
“You shall see something real neat. It is the advancement of my race to the peak of perfection.”
The human stops ten feet short of the creature, when it grabs him quickly and holds him in a lock in front of himself, tasting the air around him.
“See?”
The man nods.
“Watch.”
Aeriedle pushes the green button again, and the space craft gives off a loud clank before fire breathes out the tunnel hole. A large molten rock is scene clearly shooting out of it, striking the ground a good fifty miles from where they stand. The fallowing explosion and screams can be heard across the state.
“Ha! Is not it beautiful?”
The human squirms in his grip, but he can’t move.
“Worry not human! You coming with me! You famous!”
Then, all across the globe the Landers pop and hiss, revealing soldiers with weapons of all kinds. They smash, they bash.

*

Aeriedle transports back to his ship with his prize and seats himself on a chair, tossing the human to the side.
“You leader, he speak” a small box resembling a television hangs from the ceiling, the President giving a speech.
“…We have begun Combat. Those of you who fight this day will be remembered and those of you with families…”
The voice is muffled and drifts in and out.
“He not very smart. Should have struck us before landing.”
“How –how could we have known? We are eager to offer peace to you if you accept it!”
“Ha! Because you losing battle!”
“No! We are good people! Earthlings are peaceful and –“
Aeriedle strikes the human, his arm extending and expanding past it’s own reach.
“No. You are all worthless. You, you Famous now. Famous, tell me, why should we spare all your life?”
The human quickly grasps the situation. They are being wiped out, and he has to determine how to persuade this creature to spare theme.
“We are good people. Why destroy what is good?”
“Human trick. You are not good.”
“We are.”
“No. You have been judged in the Galactic courts. You are all wanting. This, this happen sooner then later, but things move slowly.”
“Who are you to decide?” The human tries to keep his cool, but is quickly losing it.
“We judge all, human. We are the appointed.”
That was it then. The human new the argument lost. This was insanity.
“Who from Earth represented us?”
Aeriedle glared at the human. “I am not at liberty to say. However, since you will no longer be here, I see why not.” He reaches around to a small desk when the ship rumbles back to life. Another shot is fired, and the heat from the blast is very physical in this apparent “cockpit”.
“George Washington.” Aeriedle says when he turns his back. “George Washington something or other.”
“Washington? Are you nuts? He’s been dead for a long, long time! You’re lying!”
“No, you not understand. We came, we took him, we brought him back.”
Aeriedle could see now that the human understood. The galactic look of horror was upon his face.
“Surely you cannot judge us based on one point in time! People change as I’m sure you do!”
“Don’t… What’s that… Shoot messenger? Yes, that’s it. I sympathize, Famous. My people agree with your way of thinking. But you have not advanced enough in your time. You fall behind in the galactic race. Below average. You are obsessed with you selves.”
The President is holding an image to the viewer, the largest spacecraft. Aeriedle turns his head to the TV, the volume going up.
“…Striking it now. It appears to not be taking damage. We are trying-“
“Nothing work!” Aeriedle points to the side, where an inscription is made. The human looks.
“Made in Galactic Army! The best!”
But the human doesn’t pay attention. He sees out the window where dozens of fighter jets fly around the aircraft he inhabits, shooting missiles like spitting words.
“I, I can’t feel the hits.” Is all he can say about it.
“Course not! Galactic made, speaking of which-“ Aeriedle presses a number on the disc, and two shots ring out from the space craft, fallowed shortly after by two more.
“You will fail in your mission creature.”
Aeriedle turns his head to look at the human head on. “The only thing I’ve got to lose, I’ve lost. Fallow me Famous.” He drags the human with him by the shirt collar through the spacecraft
They approach a chamber. Inside is clearly a laboratory, with tanks willed with water and outfits for the creatures.
“You go in. You be first and be Famous.” Aeriedle puts Famous into an over large suit, and jabs a tube down his throat before putting him in one of the tanks. He can breathe, but struggles.
“Not struggle!” Aeriedle yells, his tongue clearly lashing out to the tank tasting the air.
He heads back to the bridge.

*

The President reaches for a glass of water. He thinks sickly that that’s all he’ll be able to drink for the rest of his life if they attack their resources. Maybe he’ll be stuck drinking bottled water for the rest of time.
“Mr. President, we have another problem” came a voice from behind him.
“What is it Earl, another Alien decided to invade us?”
“No, no sir. We have run out of suitable missiles. We’re gonna have to start attacking them with…”
“How many are dead already Earl?”
“The numbers haven’t come in yet. Though we suspect it’s already in the thousands. Most of the ground troops did it, while the largest craft has only taken a few dozen, surprisingly.” Earl loosens his shirt collar. The stench surrounding the President is unbearable.
“What do we attack with Earl?”
“Nuclear weapons.”
“We don’t want that Earl.”
“ I know, but missiles are ineffective against the largest ship. We think sending out an electric magnetic pulse will shut it down, and dive in with a Nuke to finish it off in that there cannon.” Earl tried to put on a smile, but failed. The President showed doubt on his face.
“Why not just attack the tunnel with missiles?”
“We’ve tried. We think they’re exploding much too soon. Some sort of electric safe guard. If we use a Nuke we can get a hit in for sure.”
The President takes another drink. The stench in the room is terrible.

*


Hour 1200, 10 Days, 50 Hours
Planet: Unknown

Aeriedle’s fleet is high in space, crash course landing for the planet with the rest of his fleet. His communications disc flashes wildly with messages coming in. Their from his superiors, and his scouts.
“No. This way only. Battle will be sweet.” Aeriedle says into the disc, wide spreading the message to everyone trying to contact him.
The planet is a lush and life filled world, mostly wild and plant life.
“Aeriedle, this is not a good path.” Comes a voice from behind him. “The High Council will not be pleased.”
“Pleased not matter. They want planet, I give.” The purple skinned creature jabs at a few buttons on his control panel, and the viewer screen pops down from above, providing a super telescope to the outside world.
“Planet is not challenge. Easy.” He gazes out to the planet, spying nothing of real importance.
“The treasure is under it.” Aeriedle’s comrade comments.
“Yes, yes. Though there is something good on the surface.”
“What?”
“Oh, surprise. Wait and see.”
Aeriedle’s vessel has broken the planets atmosphere and quickly gains speed.
“Like it? New and improved! Lack of space atmosphere makes it go faster now!”
“Arm the Cannon. Not much time.”
“Armed already big tongue! Firing!” Aeriedle slams his fist onto the dashboard, releasing a gout of steam into the air as a red button goes off, sounding an alarm. The Cannon fires.
“What is it?” asks the comrade.
“Oh, minor problem. Nothing. Look!”
The magma rock spews throughout the air, hurling and turning as it gains speed to the surface.
The alarm continues to blare throughout the ship.
Another magma rock shoots out, fallowed by another and a fourth.
“Lay off! You’ll destroy the treasure!”
Aeriedle turns to the other, gripping his sword. “Nothing is wrong, all is right.”
“You’ll send us both to the High Council and sent away! Stop, or I’ll stop you.” The comrade draws on his blade.
Aeriedle licks his lips. “You pick a bad day.”
The comrade notices that the scope isn’t looking down at the planet, but rather up at the sky, towards his own ship.
“Mutiny.”
“Not so, much more like uprising!” Aeriedle swings with his blade, catching the other on the armor where the blade bounces back. An electric field protecting the metal.
The comrade swings with his own, aiming for Aeriedle’s arm and failing.
Aeriedle, being the more cunning of the two, takes advantage of this and jumps in what little space is available in the small compartment and grabs hold of a filthy wire and lunges down at his comrade, mouth open and teeth drawn to their fullest he gouges into the others throat, tearing into it like soft flesh.
His comrade cannot fight back. Aeriedle has bitten down to the spine, and severed the brain from it. He stands up.
“Comrade, comrade” He sheaths his weapon “You always fail in battle. I’ll enjoy your flesh later. For now, I have planet to destroy.”
He heads back to his chair, his comrade losing blood fast.
“Save… Save…”
“Oh, I save. Trust me.”

The lush, ivy green planet that once inhabited a society of the animal kingdom has been slaughtered by what some would call the greatest ship to travel the skies. Dark purple like it’s skinned controllers and filthier then any floor it soared over the planet shooting its magma missiles into it, destroying all life that not only inhabited it but any that would come from it.
The treasure underground was never found, supposedly and most likely obliterated in the attack.
The fleet of three hundred ships soared the space skies for days looking for any sign of it, but found nothing.

Aeriedle brings out his disc, pressing a triangular purple button.
“Base, we’re done.”


Hour 1000, 9 Days, 45 Hours
High Court, Planet of the Highest.

Aeriedle stands before a court. A huge room filled to the ceiling with great red drapes. Trophies resembling past planets ten feet in width made of gold hang from the ceiling. The three High Judges wear ceremonial robes atop high chairs, where as Aeriedle waits by himself at his appointed seat made of copper dressed in his battle gear.
The Court knows that he has failed his mission.
Aeriedle’s record is outstanding, ten years without a single disaster, failed mission or breach of protocol. He has gained a point in each of those fields.
The Judges try to huddle as they speak, but there voices come out audible to the rest of the room. They speak of his high rank, superb tactics and his ship, the best in their fleet with their best captain.
“We.. We have reviewed your file Captain Aeriedle. Very impressive –“
The other Judges nod their approval.
“But, we cannot, must not, disregard your recent acts. It was an easy mission, and not one, or two, but three! Three things went wrong! Explain yourself!” The Judge settles down a bit, taking a drink of some red liquid.
Aeriedle doesn’t speak for a moment, letting the judges catch the glow of gold in his breast plate.
“My Comrades deceit was unacceptable. He lied where treasure was hidden –“
“And why would he do that?” intruded one of the Judges.
“I not know.”
“Lucky for you.”
”Continue Captain.” Urges the first Judge.
“My ship suffered malfunction.”
The other Judge pipes up again “Again, lucky!”
“Hush you, or you’ll be taken out!” says the first. “Captain, your actions are unacceptable. You will be punished. You should have prisoned your comrade and known of the malfunction ahead of time. Our people, all of our people, from the very small to the very tall look to you with respect. You are an idol to them, and a role model. Our army has grown quadruple in size since you were promoted. We cannot allow you to be made an example of, nor can we let you back into the Captains chair without punishment. You are going resign.”
Aeriedle points his head more sternly to the Court. “Resign?”
“Immediately. Give us your top three list of candidates to replace yourself by hour nine ninety nine tomorrow morning. Court adjourned.” A loud clang echoes out through the gold lit room as a gong is struck. The Judges stand, bow to each other before finally bowing to Captain Aeriedle and retiring to their quarters.
The Captain stands alone in the huge room, head low as the lights dim.

*

It’s been an hour since Aeriedle stuck famous in the Tank, another hour since remodeling his body, and another for rest.
Now it’s time, time to strike at their heartland. The Captain pulls a camera lens full of cobwebs down from the ceiling and turns it on, revealing the grey sleeping quarters of Famous.
“Good, good.” He reaches for a remote connected to the ship featuring three buttons, and presses the smallest green one.
Famous has his back to the lens, but Aeriedle can clearly see the misshapen body under what space blankets he tries to hide himself with, diamond in shape, and deadly in air.
Aeriedle brings out his disc. “Ships fall back! Sending message!” he yells it more then he wants, unable to control his glee. He presses the largest button on the wired remote, a yellow light engulfing the small room Famous resides before disappearing with him.
A message comes in through the intercom, straight from the high judge Aeireil.
“Discontinue Aeriedle. You have violated your agreement. Return at once.” the message repeats itself.
“And go back disgraced? No! I cunning! I battle in style!” he pats his sword’s hilt. “No no, I live here now.”

*

The President takes another drink, this time brandy. How did this all turn out so wrong? His advisors new that they were invading, yet he did nothing. They new the crash landings were an invading party, yet he did nothing. Why has he continued to make mistakes?
A flash of yellow light surrounds the President, his security temporarily blinded.
A moaning, puss filled organism stands not ten feet away. It reeks of decay, and if they eyes don’t lie then the President can also see gasses coming out from it’s skin mole spotted skin.
“Help… Me!” is all it can say. It explodes in a thousand pieces spraying organs and green slime everywhere
“Get the President out! Now!” yells one of the security men. But before they can get to him, it’s already too late. It’s a fast acting contagion that has erupted from Famous, and spreading fast.
Everyone in the room can see small mole like objects protruding from their skin, even the President.
Within minutes the germ has spread from the sealed and air tight room to the outside of the White House. Every reporter standing near is struck and the physical anomalies seen instantly. The germ moves fast, faster then expected.
Aeriedle lowers his grand ship. He can see from above the germ take it’s effect. People fall and crumble like flecks of dirt flying in a breeze.
He breathes in the richly filled oxygen full air of earth.

24 Hours Later.

Every city in every state appears deserted. A few people reside in hobo gutters, but they’re not moving.
The President is shown on every television. He repeats a message over and over, blood pouring out of his nose and skin decaying:
“My fellow Americans. It is a dire time to be alive, but not to worry. This contagion has been controlled. We have made a deal with the Alien leader. You will all be spared, though most of you are likely to be used for labor. The rest of you will return with his scouts to another planet to inhabit to grow more to bring back. We are proud to be Americans, and even prouder to become and be a part of Captain Aeriedle’s army. We shall rise above the Galactic average, and seize control of the universe from those who oppress us, The High Council. Please report to your local law enforcement building, people will be waiting to help you. All who wish to risk the streets face certain obliteration. This is your President, I know what’s best for you, please, join the fight against the High Council. My Fellow Americans. It is a dire-“

Fin

We’ve Bashed and smashed
Smashed and bashed
People screamed
We all agree
Smashing and bashing is the thing!
We go down
They come up
We win
They lose
Smash and bash! BASH AND SMASH!
-Traditional Adult Aer’thean Poem



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This was done in about two weeks. I wasn't really excited with the end result, and it's too short. Either way I hope someone likes it.

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