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Epilogue: Hope The silence of space had become peaceful once again as Gudis and his herald left the planetoid that was once home to the displaced Nonmalt race. The quietude was absolute and suffocating. Only the dying hum of the Moonlight SY-3 escape pod’s life support system was punctuating the stark stillness. Astronaut Jamra Miller was floating helplessly in the shuttle. He weakly looked over to the damaged console as the red emergency light continued to flicker its warning to him. It seemed like a cruel and mocking countdown to his eventual death. The oxygen levels in the ship were dropping—and there was nothing that he could do about it. Jamra’s mind drifted back to the events that had led him to his predicament, only a day ago. Although it seemed like a lifetime to him at the moment. The mysterious alien green cloud had infested the SY-3 shuttle. It shouldn’t have been able to, but it did, and the results were both deadly and catastrophic. The captain, Professor John

Chapter 8: Futures and Vows Gudis approached the limp body of the fallen Barrangas. The monster was dying, much like his human courier was; who would lead him to Earth. If it was anyone else, Gudis would simply use his cells to bond and infect them. Then he would use his ability to just heal them. But this human was different. His cells, his very core, fought against his corruption. Stanley was immune to him. Gudis found that to be interesting. He had never found a lifeform, outside of the warriors from the Land of Light, and the three-headed dragon, that could stand against his infectious abilities. No matter though. Gudis had another way to aid his human companion. Barrangas slowly lifted his head lazily. His life was fleeing from his body. He didn’t know how much longer that he would be able to hold on for. He saw that his gigantic foe had returned to him. Most likely it was wanting to finish the job. Little did the dying kaiju know that Gudis had a far more sinister plan in

Chapter 7: The Last Stand of Barrangas As each of the genetic monsters died, so too did the light of hope in Magnevars’ heart. The afterglow of his smile had faded with their demise. The stories of Gudis’ power did not do the demon justice. No amount of words could capture the viciousness and strength of the monster. Its power was incalculable!  Zerlar and Zephyr felt much like how the king did. The scientist was dumbfounded at the failure of his creations. He had spent years and countless resources in giving them life. The hope of his entire race was on their shoulders. Now, two of them were corpses—nothing more than tattered flesh and spelt blood. Zerlar had failed not only his people…but probably the entire universe. The royal advisor, Zephyr, was not concerned with the death of the weapons, or his people. He was only caring about his own life. Gudis and the human, which was standing before them and watching the monster’s bloodshed with a lackadaisical manner, were going

Chapter 6: Tides of War “Today the universe will find justice,” the king Magnevars gleamed with satisfaction. “The Gudis will face judgment for all of the life that it has taken. My people’s name will ring throughout the ages for what will happen here today.” The odious Zephyr was nearly grinning ear to ear as he watched his king proclaim victory. The scientist Zerler was more cautious however. He had heard stories of the evils of Gudis. While he was proud with how his creations were doing, he was also hesitant and circumspect to what was unfolding. He couldn’t put his webbed finger on it, but he felt that there was an untapped strength that the mutant bacteria monster was holding back on. There was a gleam in the human servant’s eyes that only added to his dread. He prayed that his guarded fears were wrong though. Stanley was smirking. His small smile carried a weight of sinister confidence. He could see through the king’s facade; his efforts of confidence were futile. It

    Chapter 5: War for the Nonmalt Future A broken ruler stood on his royal balcony and was gazing at a sea of anguish. Thousands of eyes were looking up to him for guidance. Their fearful looks were digging into his mind. They were passing the mortal flesh and tearing into the soft and corpulent soul that lay within the fallen ruler. Just below Magnevars, there lay death. Terror from beyond the voids was calling out in tortured pain. Men cried as their bodies were cast down with less regard than worthless rubble. Women and children were fleeing with animalistic fear. Some of them tried to shut their eyes in an attempt to stem the visions of horror that rose against them. But death could not be ignored. The victims could still hear the rotting cries of the titanic demon as it echoed in their ears. Rumblings from the pits of hell were sent washing over their anguished souls. The demon would not be stopped. Stepping from the threshold of ash and brimstone, Gudis howled. Its dull

         Chapter 4: Death Approaches   Thick black boots dug into the soft, crumbly sands of the surface of the Nonmalt world. Wind swept around the newly arrived Earthling, casting his dark green shroud like cloak about his form with casual demeanor. The human’s piercing gaze still bore hints of twinkling jade in his eyes. The Gudis was swarming through every vein of him now. Piggybacking on the astronaut like a remora on a shark. The virus couldn’t bond with his DNA, but it was still determined to use him for its own end. At the moment, Stanley and Gudis had the same goal. The Nonmalt were a threat to Earth and they needed to be stopped. Slaughtering the platoon of fish-like soldiers from hours ago had shocked the man to his core. Such bloody butchery was more at home in a slasher movie than real life. Real life….what a joke. Stanley was in outer space and on an alien world, fighting against a race that wanted to wipe out humanity. And his only ally in the fight was a sentient,

  Chapter 3: Unwelcome Surprises                  The serrated treads of the massive iron war machines of the Nonmalt tore across the soft, red, grainy sands of the moon that they were banished to. The iron hulls resembled that of a huge hellish and metallic armored tank. The front was crowned with a bladed wedge that smashed through the tiny sand hills that dared to block its way. The top of the vehicle was adorned with a single pivoting cannon turret—which was scanning the horizon with a beady cyclopean eye.          Walking beside the armored giant was a handful of Nonmalt warriors. Each marched along with zealot-like devotion. The jade colored sashes across their black jumpsuits told the world that they were the best of the best when it came to the Nonmalt armored guards. Braced close to their chests were laser guns that the creatures held close to their hearts. The weapons were small and had radiant silvery edged barrels. Housed in their chambers however was a small, highly

Chapter 2: Weapons of War Hundreds of aquatic humanoid workers scurried back and forth along the high rise walkways of the Nonmalt military complex. There was only one conscious thought that was burning in their minds. Their beloved lord of their empire was about to make an appearance before them. The leader wanted to see the bioweapons—of which they had spent the better part of several years constructing and growing—-in person. In the dark hearts of the fish-like men, this was the day they had all dreamed of. Their hard work, pain, and sweat would bear the fruits of their labor. The only creature that refused to move with the rest of the workers, was waiting by the twin steel doors of the complex with growing pleasure. Zerlar looked on, like a great overseer, at the buzzing activity filled facility. Countless of his brothers and sisters were running back and forth across the glossy metal floors. Some of them were carrying papers, while others held various instruments from

Chapter 1: Memories of a Home The cold, glossy, metal floor spanned across the scientific lab. Hundreds of calculating machines were ticking away and buzzing with life. The lights of a hundred different colored knobs, buttons, and dials, pulsed with luminosity. Watching these computers was a pair of small lidless black eyes. They were shark-like orbs; glaring with focused alien intelligence. The being’s mind absorbed the information that his resolute vision was glaring at and took in every last detail of the data like a veracious hound. The gears in his mind were chiming away with mental computations and analytical conclusions. The humanoid-like creature, Zerlar, sighed and lowered his head. Exhaustion was something that the Nonmalt Seijin was familiar with. The past few weeks though had pressured that understanding to his body’s breaking point. He so badly wanted to get a full eight hours of sleep. Hell, even six would do at this moment. His little power naps in between his

[DEVIATION] Gudis vs Majaba, Barrangas, and Bogun   Prologue: Life Beyond the Stars   The frigid, empty, and endless black voids of space swamped and encased the metallic shuttle. The airless, barren cosmos was all that could be seen within the ship's tempered aluminosilicate glass windows. The space vessel, which was called the Moonlight SY-3, was American made, and the first and only one of its kind. Armed with the most advanced scientific equipment and technology, the spaceship was nearing the end of its six month long final destination. The outer rings of Jupiter.  Infinite roads of twinkling jasmine stars were stretched as far as the eye could see. Their bright light was reflecting off the swirling bodies of dust and small rocks. There were sweltering sheets of gaseous fumes that were dancing and floating about the gigantic spheroid planet. And all of this untold beauty was now being seen, firsthand, through the eyes of four astronauts. Twin pairs of delicate brown