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It takes nearly two months for me to recover from the last switch I made to defeat the bokoharms. Two months in the ship under the healing yellow light, while the now herbivorous bokoharms and friendly pink aliens come to an understanding and a truce.

That final switch doesn’t change all the bokoharms in the universe, only the ones that were within range at the time I flipped it. However, according to the new truce, the Earth has a friendly defensive force. Some of the bokoharms go with a few of the female pink aliens, to defend their home planet. The rest go to Earth to fight those that'd made it past me during the battle.

It takes almost ten years to flush all of the carnivorous and aggressive bokoharms from my home planet. Ten years of chaos in Asia and Antarctica, violence in Europe and America, and bombings in some part of Africa (Nigeria included) and also the beginning of a new age and Era for humanity.


When I awake from my coma, after the two months, I have a number of surprises awaiting me.

Number 1 on the list is, Loveth is pregnant with my child. She’d debated on whether or not to keep it, and in the end decided that she can’t get rid of something made from love. She even helps Stephanie and Mary find a large enough house for all of us to live in. My sister complains about looking fat, but I tell her how hot she looks now. After two months of being under the healing light, my cork is hard as a rock, and it takes only a little effort to show her what I think of her.


2. Rukky is also pregnant, and she decides to keep the child for a different reason. The culmination of two genius people (her words, not mine) is too good of a chance to pass up. Rukky promises that I’ll be a part of the child’s life, but she’s gotten from me what she really wanted.


Stephanie came to Vage's ship to visit me every day in my convalescence. She tells me all about events on Earth, and how all my girlfriends (again, her words, not mine) are waiting for me to recover, so that they can show me their appreciation for what I’ve done. She also included that the Hero squad from Nigeria have finally suceeded in taking Sergeant Major Dawson to Nigeria, with the excuse of making him the commander of Team Hero in Nigeria.

From the kiss she gives me after saying all this, I have no doubt, how that appreciation her friends planned will be displayed.


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BRB. Been so damn busy lately... But when am back, I will be back fully on board with a new story.. Thanks for being my Wonderful fanz and readers... Queenliz cares[/b]

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[size=30pt]LAST CHAPTER OF HERO.[/size]


[b]The war is still going on out there, and I really need to have a powerful orgasm that will help me create the switch needed to defeat those bokoharms once and for all.

Am somehow amused at the way Nicole glare at Serena, and the bold statement it carries.

“Oh, fork, I love having a foot up my little cunny,” Julia moans, as I feel her ‘little kitty’ squeeze my appendage. “Get over yourself, Serena, or you won’t be head cheerleader anymore.”

“I’ve got to get in on this,” another one says. “I’ve never had a foot in me. That looks like fun!”

No way, I think, while Tina cums in my mouth. While I’m lapping up her juices, I feel my left foot slowly enter another pussee.


Loveth is really moving atop me, and I can feel my cork-head bouncing around inside her colon, making me moan. I’m so turned on; I know I’m getting close.


The tongue at my balls moves away, and I hear, “Yeah, finger my pussee, Nicole. Jessie, finger my a**! Oh, that feels so damn good!”

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All Hail 'TEAM HERO' as we've conquered the sturborn and deadly bokoharms.

THE END. [/b]

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[b]*SOME PARTS HAVE BEEN REMOVED* anti Plaigarism*


"Damn," Loveth moans above me, "you’re going to make me cum again, Nick."
She starts to convulse on top of me, her a** squeezes my length, and feels fantastic, but it’s still not enough to make me cum.

I open my eyes, and see Tina and the cheerleaders watching us, and know that I will need to enlist their help.


"Tina, I know what I need to do, but I need your help," I tell her.

"Come here."
Tina does as I ask, a curious look on her face, her suit shimmering to the floor, and walks over to Loveth and I. "I don't know how I can help, Nick. I'm not like your sister."

I tell her what I want, and she sits on my face, my sister moving slightly as the blonde-bombshell gets situated. Loveth does her best to keep as much physical contact with me as possible. I need to be as turned on as possible, so that I can form the switch when I cum.


I suck hard on Tina's labia, and note that she’s already wet. Despite the fear that she must have been feeling, and the battles she’s already been through, watching Loveth and I roll around must have been turning her on.

I feel Loveth lift up, while keeping as much contact with my body, and know that she must have been sucking on Tina's melons as I began to nibble on her clitoris. I reach my hands up, and pinched both of Loveth's ni**les between my fingers, making her moan into Tina's chest.


I feel a tongue on my JT, and from the sense of my switches, I guess that it’s Linda. I’ve never actually done anything with the woman before, but I’m not about to complain right now.


“Like, if you think I’m joining this disgusting scene, then you can forget it.” That is unmistakably Serena. “It’s one thing to watch this inc*est, but another to help in it.”


“Oh, get over yourself,” I hear one of the other cheerleaders state. “If he needs to cum, to save the Earth, then it’s our civic duty and patriotic rights to help him!”


“You can’t be serious,” the head cheerleader cries.

There is no response, but a couple seconds later, my right hand is pulled away from Loveth’s chest. Someone starts sucking on two of my fingers, then shoved towards a crotch. I feel a slight bit of fuzz, and know what she is after. My two saliva soaked fingers quickly find her Nairaland, and I quickly login.


“Damn, that looks hot, Nicole!” another cheerleader crows near my feet. A moment later, I’m met with a new experience, as my foot rubs against a new crotch. A few seconds later, my toes are swallowed by whoever’s cunny is forking my foot.

“Mmm, he really knows how to use his fingers, Julia,” Nicole moans, and really starts to move her hips against my hand.


“I can’t, like, believe you’re doing that!” Serena cries, but Nicole cums as I slip two more fingers into her NL. “Don’t expect to be on my cheerleading team when this is over. Don’t you realize that’s like, Loveth, his sister, he’s forking?”

I look over to Nicole only to see her giving Serena a well readable look that states, 'Who needs a forking Cheerleading Team anyway, when have got to be on the HERO TEAM'.

T.b.c. [/b]

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[b][color=#000066]Martha is another cheerleader.

"We're to be your personal guard, though Rukky prefers the Nigerian recruits to enthrust your well being to than us, but she also says that the bokoharms woun't be able to teleport to us anymore, something about randomly generating co-efficients and fourth dimension physics.” Tina tells me


“Nick?” Loveth asks, and I look over to her, as she watches the four teammates dragging the dead bokoharms from the room.


Oh, great. Now I have to do my sister, with an audience. I know Linda won’t mind, as she’s been sleeping with her brother, and neither will Tina, but the other’s. . .


“Don’t worry about them,” Tina tells us. “I briefed them while we were healing. They understand the situation.” Her voice drops to a whisper before she adds, “Even Serena doesn’t seem to care, as long as it saves our lives.”


I realize that we must look a site, with blood still on Loveth’s side, and both my feet a dark color as well.


Tina steps back, and is quickly replaced by my nak*ed sister. My boner never lessened throughout the fight, and apparently Loveth stayed wet the entire time as well, because as we lay back, I easily slip right back inside her, and close my eyes, to evaluate the battlefield.


Another alien ship is smoking, and immobile, but otherwise seems undamaged. Three bokoharm ships are surrounding it, protecting it. They still don’t have weapons, but every time a red-ringed ship approaches, they chase it off.


I’m back in the saddle, I think, as I start moving our ship forward again.


‘You’re in more than just that,’ Loveth sends me, and I thrust my hips forward in response, driving the ship up, and making her lightly bite my shoulder to stifle her moans.


As I watch the three ships guarding the one alien ship, one turns suddenly red, and I know a Hero squad just died. I’ve got to end this fast, before any more lives are lost.


My hips have been moving with Loveth on autopilot, but when she starts to moan, and cries out, “Fork me Nick! Damn, you feel so forking huge in me. Ungh, I’m cumming again!” my focus returns to her, as I pick up the pace with my Bzk. She feels so great, with her inner folds caressing every inch of my rod, and I even slip into her womb, making me moan out load as well. I know I’m getting close, but I also know I need to figure out how to stop these violent beasts.


Dammit, I think, if only I could get rid of their aggressivenes


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[b]I’m nakked, facing one of the red-bodied bokoharms, while who knows what might be coming at us outside.

On top of that, I haven’t done any of the training with the squads, because I can’t give myself the switches that I was able to give them. Oh, and did I mention I’m still supporting a throbbing boner, with this yellow light? Can this situation get any worse?


Oops! Why did I have to think that?


Loveth screams again, and I see another bokoharm is in the room with us, facing off against my unclad sister.


My attention is brought back to my own situation, when my bokoharm charges me, its snout wide open, and very dangerous teeth gleaming a sickly shade of green in the blue light. It’s a good thing I’d gotten some dodging practice with the Team Rocket twins, as I jump to the side. I hit the ground rolling, and come up near the enemy’s discarded weapon. I make a quick switch to turn on just this one, but it won’t budge. I’d made the original switch while in contact with Loveth.

I pick the weapon up anyway, at the least it’ll act as a club, and get it up just in time to block the short round creature’s maw from tearing a chunk out of my side.


Loveth screams, and I look over to see her hobbling away from a stalking bokoharm, holding her hip. Blood wells from between her fingers, and I can see that her face has gone ashen.


Fear for my loving sister rips through me, and I pull back on the weapon, still in the bokoharm’s mouth, as I roll back taking the beast with me, turn off the gravity, place my legs under the creature, let go of the rifle and kick hard. The things claws rake my legs, causing a whole new level of agony, but it flies upwards, and its small head slams into the ceiling. I return gravity at that point, and the red creature falls back to the floor with a grunt and a thump.

I’m certain it’s only unconscious, and that gives me an idea.


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[b]I sense more than see that one of the bokoharms ship that's pursuing my ship collides with one of the others. I really hope none of ours were on that ship. I’m going to have to be a lot more careful how I go about this. Looking back, I see that the remaining ship has broken off its pursuit and is now after me.


I feel awful for the deaths I've caused, but I know it’s either them or the HERO TEAM.

Even with the distraction of avoiding the enemy ships, the feel of Loveth's vag*ina sliding around my bazooka feels wonderful. It also helps to distract me from any crippling fear I might otherwise be suffering.


‘Some of the bokoharms are headed for Earth!’ the message comes from Rukky, and even as I look, I know it’s true.

No longer content to wait and see how the chase goes, four of the bokoharm ships have broken free of the main formation, and are headed to my blue and peaceful planet.


I charge for the errant ships, but two other bokoharms vessels block my path, and I barely pull up in time to avoid a collision; my bazooka driving deep into my sister, and making her cry out.


‘Rukky, can you get a team to them?’


‘I’m trying. Every time a team teleports, they change their defenses. I have to come up with all new algorithms on the fly. Now quit bothering me.’ After a couple more seconds of rolling around the room, and dodging kamikaze bokoharms, Rukky comes back with some bad news.


‘The Alpha Hero Teams that the Nigerians are captaining made it safely to two of them, but the other two are out of range.’


Dammit! Looking into the void around me, I see that three ships are on my tail, and I turn and start heading for the smoking friendly vessel. I have to get these bokoharms off of my tail, so I can stop the ships heading for Earth. As I approach the smoking vessel, I mentally send the command to teleport all living beings to this one, and then pull hard to starboard at the last second.

Zooming past another friendly ship, I transport our passengers to it.
As I do this, I feel myself go even deeper into Loveth's pvssy, and I moan as my cocck enters her womb; my dickson's head getting strangled by the tightness of her deepest and most sensitive parts.

Two bokoharms ships fail to turn sharp enough and crash, leaving one still on my tail.

Sh*it! Did I just kill more of my teams?

‘Rukky, please highlight the bokoharms ships with Hero teams on them in yellow, so I don’t destroy them as well.’ She doesn’t respond this time, but I see seven or eight bokoharms ships go from a red ring, to a yellow one. There are still too many red rings. Ha, the red rings of death, I think sadistically.


I see two bokoharms ships returning, this time with blue rings around them, when Loveth screams, "I'm cumming, Nick!" distracting me for just a second. "Oh, gawd, I'm gonna cum!" I feel her cu*nt ripple along my John Thomas, and I feel energy flowing into me from the connection. Odd, I think, that’s never happened before.

Two more bokoharms ships suddenly shift to blue rings, and I see them breaking off pursuit of the alien ships they’d been trying to destroy. They break pursuit, and then just sit there. Sonuva. . . Their weapons are down, and they might not even know how to pilot the things. I sense for my switches, to try and return weapons to the fighter, and catch my breath.


Tina is aboard one of them. My heart pounds, and if it weren’t for the yellow light surrounding me, I’d probably go soft within my older sibling right now.

“Nick, lookout!” Loveth screams, and suddenly she’s gone from me, as well as my extra strength with my switches.

Opening my eyes, I see a small, black haired creature coming right for me.
How the— was all the time I have for thought, before I’m jumping away. The thing pulls out some sort of weapon, and points it at me, and then seems to get agitated, throwing the thing down.

Apparently I turned off all weaponry, as I recognize this kamikaze bokoharm has some sort of gun.


T.b.c. [/b]

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[b][color=#000066]Fear. . . What had I done, that’d removed my fear of Mikel, my old boss? I’d silenced him, I recall. If only I could do something like that with the bokoharms ships. Since I can’t hear them, making them quiet won’t work. I have to strip away what makes them scary to me.

Well, the thing scaring me the most is their numbers. Is there some way I can reduce their numbers without killing them? With my kids, sister, girlfriends, and friends on board these ships, do I even have the luxury to have a conscience concerning their deaths?


I can hear Loveth moaning into my ear, as her pussee milks my cocck, and her large br**sts slide up and down my chest, her ni**les hard. I can hear myself moaning too. I lose a little bit of contact with Loveth, but a second later, I feel her hand on the back of my head, pulling me up, and into her br**st. I automatically started suckling, as she cums.


The bokoharms are easily within range of my switches now, and the first thing I do, is make a switch for their weapons systems. A lance of pain shoots through my head as I make it for the massive group, and I feel my head land back on the soft floor, releasing the ni*ple I've been sucking on.


I feel some of the bokoharms ships start up their weapons in preparation to destroy the seven impudent ships before them.


Loveth moans slightly as she continues to ride my pole, and from the power I’m drawing through her. I feel the effects of the yellow light on us, as I grow harder within my sister, and my head clears.

The light is helping, as the pain is already gone. I’m fully seated inside here, and a part of me wonders that I’m all the way within her vag*ina, without feeling the ring of her womb. Is it the Wangers or the healing light that’s allowing me to fit inside her Aso rock?


Another part of me quickly flips the group switch, turning off all their weapons, and keeping them off.


The enemy ships seems to mill around for a moment, as they try to get their weapons back up, but they’re no match for the power of my switches, especially when those switches are buttressed by my sister and the yellow light. Nothing can move a switch I've made with Loveth, except the two of us together.


I peek one eye open, and can just make out Loveth's face, bobbing above mine. I can see her clearly, and know that the Wangers and light are doing their job.

Loveth sees me peaking at her, and mashes her lips to mine. Her tongue enters my mouth, as she presses our two bodies together.
My switches' power increases a little more, and I start lifting my hips to meet her rocking. She feels fantastic, and despite the incongruity of the situation, I’m feeling exhilarated.


The bokoharms have finally decided that they aren't going to be able to shoot us out of their way, and seven ships come forward to sacrifice themselves, by ramming into us. I’m thankful the remainder of the fleet holds back.

I immediately take evasive maneuvers, rolling to the right, and realizing that I’m rolling around with Loveth as well. The bokoharm ship that chose us changes course to match, and here is where my X-box gaming skills come in handy.

Viewing the ship as an extension of my will, I can move and change directions at the speed of thought. Oddly, every move I make is copied by a move with my body, and Loveth holds on for dear life, as we roll all over the room.

When I dive, my pelvis pulls back, and when I climb, my hips drive forward, piercing her wet crevice with my cocck, and making her moan in pleasure.


The bokoharm ship barely misses my port side, and it dawns on me that even though my X-box gaming skills are handy here, there is no reset button, and one mistake means our lives and at the same time, limiting the surviving chances of mother earth.

I look around to see how the other ships are faring. One of ours is smoking, and not moving. Another has two on its tale, and it doesn’t look good.

What is happening with our away teams? We’re all too interwoven for me to know whether any are on board the bokoharms ships.


Thinking fast, I roll Loveth around, as I barrel-roll the ship, and dive between the other vessels.
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The D-DAY.. (Earth Saving Day[/size]


[b]Loveth is already in the Command Center when I step through, still trying to rub a bad night’s worth of sleep from my eyes. She’s hopping from one foot to the other in impatience.


"Oh, good, you're here!" she spouts as soon as she sees me. Loveth grips me in a fierce hug, before pulling back, and searching my eyes.


"Good to see you too, Lov," I try to greet her cheerfully, but don’t have it in me right now. "Are we going after the bokoharms? Is everyone ready?"


"You look like sh*t," she tells me. "I thought you wanted to get more sleep last night?" I almost laugh as I see how tired she looks. “There were even more wanting to fight this morning, but we had to turn them away. They’re just not trained as well as the others.”

Loveth grunts before adding, “Not that we have the room. The other six ships are filled to capacity. The only reason your alien girlfriend’s isn’t, is because we won’t be delivering squads onto other ships.”


“How many do we have?” I ask, still trying to wake up.


“Just under four hundred,” she sounds excited as she tells me this great news. “They’re split into seven to ten man groups.” She pauses, and looks at me intently, before saying, “Vage’s not sure it will be enough.”


Of course not. Well, nothing to it, but to do it.

"How long until the bokoharms arrive?" I ask, afraid of the answer.


"They're just entering the solar system now," Loveth says.


"We need to get the ship moving immediately," I say.

It’s time to stop the bokoharms from ravaging Earth.


"Calm down," Loveth commands in her older sister voice. "We started heading out to meet them an hour ago. We wanted to let you rest as much as possible."


We're already moving? Considering how tired I am, I’m thankful for the extra rest.

Glancing around, I see that we’re alone in here. “The others?”


“In charge of their units. Only Rukky, Varand, and Vage are here, besides us,” my sister informs me.

“Rukky?” I ask, wondering what her job will be.


“She’s linked in to all the ships. She’ll be watching from another room, and coordinating the transfer of our squads. She suspects that the bokoharms may have some defense against teleporting directly onto their ships.”


“Where are Sergeant Major Dawson, and the command team?” I’m trying to get the full picture.


“They’re aboard different ships. I didn’t think you wanted to broadcast what we’ll be doing, during the battle,” I’m surprised to see an almost shy smile flit across her beautiful features.


“Ships?” I ask, wondering about the plural. Wouldn’t it be better to have the command team together?


“Three ships. One for the main team that house the Nigerians and other great fighters like them, and two backups. They won’t be able to behead us in one attack.” Somehow that sounds more like the rough Sergeant Major Dawson’s words.


They won’t be able to behead us, unless they take out this ship.


'Close your eyes, it's time.' The words float across my vision.


I lay down as I close my eyes, commanding my light suit off me. Loveth climbs on top of my body, pressing her na*ked chest to mine. 'You take care of the Bokoharms,' her words tell me, 'I'll take care of our body contact.'


I feel her mouth engulf my limp ccock, bringing it slowly to life, at the same time stars blossom in my vision. We’re stopped, and I can just make out where the bokoharm's ships are approaching us, surrounded by the tell-tale red rings.


For a split second, I feel stark, maddening terror, as I see how large their force is. Even the other six ships arrayed with three on each side of me, can’t give me comfort against a force this size. There are more ships than even the grainy photos I'd seen hinted at.


I can feel that I’m fully hard in Loveth's mouth now. There is no denying the skill she has with her tongue. Even distracted as I am with the bokoharms fleet, she’s able to get me hard. A few seconds later, I feel Loveth slide her body back, as I slowly enter her and the sense of my switches increases ten-fold. I can easily sense the various switches I’ve made in the other ships. I can tell which ships hold Tina, Stephanie, Stacy, Jane , and the massive switches covering all our ships.


I realize that I’m thinking of this ship as me, more than something I’m in control of, and send a message to Vage. 'Can you give me complete control over movement of the ship, so that I can move us with my mind?'

There is a pause, before the word, 'Done,' appears before me.

I feel Loveth start to slowly rock back and forth, while still keeping as much contact with me as possible. The actual coitus is not required for her to magnify my ability, but the pleasant sensations that course through my body help to distract me from my fear. It also keeps my bazooka hard, giving me more surface contact with her.


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Mr Larrysun... Please next

As a writer myself, I know and feel the challenges a good writer faces when writing or when posting and at the same time, trying to satisfy the never ending 'looking for more updates' chants of our readers.. Which is the solemn reason why I can't and woun't beg or ask of yhu to give us the next update immediately.

Buh as a fan and reader, I beg of yhu... Pls update... Plsssss Fiyah... Pls

TheBlessedMAN:
I can't blive I just spend d last 100 and twenty years of my just started life waiting 4 the next update 4rm Fiyah....

BTTS-: Thank u Tobi.. U just did what i wil exactly do if i were in ur house(not shoes). How can dat Idiotic idiot and big headed Tori allow that, foolish fool called Mucus abi na Maskus to com betwn her and T.gold.. Ladies can b mean sumtimes... We wunt av been in diz kind of situation if that Stewpid 1st woman on earth cald Eve hav not dared that snicky snake, likewise, Tori wudnt hav becom d latest and clueless street hawker if she hadn't dared Tobi my great padi...


Anyway... Fiyah.. Except 4 sum few typo errors(which i knw is due to d Nokia torchlight u ar using to type) U ar doing a wonderful job.. Keep it up dear.... One day, maybe one day, i reali can't say, maybe one day sha, I wil try and Transfer 50naira Mtn recharge card to ur bank accnt.. Buh u need to step up ur updates if u want that One day to come...


[size=40pt]TEAM HERO[/size] says Kudos

this dude is really something else... Isn't he? Fiyah?

Mrlemuel:
Sit On My Laps, Or U Can Choose To Sit On My BZK Its Got A Seat Belt*winks*

... What a wishful thinker yhu are

PrinceOFprince:
God, c diz backbitter... I tot we are in d same team, playing the same opposition? How can u advice Nick to put me up 4 sale like that?..,.. Buhari must hear this...

i think yhu misquoted the wrong person Lil bro... This isn't for me... Anyway, thanks for showing up here

Tgold1:
SmartestPopQueen , Thanks For the Mention My Lady......


But as for MrLemuel, If You like Be d Best In the World, Mine is Just that as A Team (TEAM HERO) our working together will make us achieve......

Now back to SmartestPopQueen.... Are you trying to speak ill of Nigerians? Just asking though!

noooo... Not in the slightest sane sense... I wouldn't dare do that.. Its also my country remember... Sure, I spent the early years of my life away from home.... Buh that doesn't give me the audacity to ever think of speaking Ill of my beloved country.. Afterall, HOME IS HOME, and will always BE.

PamelB:
tanx

yhu are highly welcome dear

Tgold1 :
SmartestPopQueen .... Thanks for thoSe updates....... I feel am as you drop am, Every Single Update was a Hit.... back to back!!!!


Wagbayii !!!!!

never mention dearie. Its a duty...

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[b]Vage's sudden action left me stuned and I see her touching her head, she's looking really shocked. She looks at me with wonder, and I realize that our six children have just spoken with her.

The other aliens in the room, however, do not.

“It is good that you can control your emotions. We have analyzed the fluids that your body now produces, and will be able to feed them while they are away from you.”


Vage stutters something, and then seems to back down. ‘They are my children. I should be the one to feed them,’ she tells me. I haven’t realized how much she’s changed and bonded with the little ones.

We’re sent directly back to her ship, only to be confronted by a frantic Varand.
She sees us, and immediately starts babbling in their melodic language. Vage calmly places her hands on Varand’s shoulder, saying something in return, and the two hug. I can now see tears in both of their large eyes. Apparently the kid’s aunt has also become more attached than I’d thought, as well.


I spend the rest of the day talking with the Sergeant Major Dawson, and all my friends, doing what I can to block out the thought of my children in strange hands, and wishing I can block out the thought of the upcoming battle.


One other thing comes to my attention, before we drop everyone off for the night.

"It's all over the news!" Dennis tells me, when I visit the ship he’s on.

I have no idea what he’s talking about, and I tell him so.

“Nick, government satellites’ve picked up asteroids moving fast towards the Earth,” he tells me almost excitedly. “If the things continue on their current path, they’re going to hit our planet. They’re trying to figure out how much damage will be caused, but it’s the bokoharms, isn’t it?”


A pit forms in my stomach at the thought, as I nod to my roommate.


“Dude, the Whitehouse stated that the asteroids are moving faster than any other asteroids they've ever encountered, which is why they came into visible range late last night. The fools say they’ll start impacting the Earth sometime tomorrow evening.”


“That’s them alright,” I say, and feel that pit in my stomach turn into butterflies. Are we ready yet? Hell, am I ready yet? Sure we have a small army, and a small fleet of vessels, but what am I going to do? Turn off their engines? That won’t get rid of the threat.


Pulling out my Android phone, I’m glad Rukky tied us into Earth’s cellular network. Pulling up some news sites, I read a few stories on it, and even go to a religious link that starts talking about the end of days, and the second coming.

Everybody’s scared, even the brave and no shaking giants of africa are as well, and the best advice I read states that the smartest thing to do will be to stay home, unless you know of a fallout shelter you can use.

The government states that they’re trying to figure out some way to disperse the asteroids, and that they’re working with other world leaders to find a solution to the problem. I wish them luck, but don’t have much faith.


Those aren't asteroids flying free in space on a collision course. They’re the bokoharm's fleet, coming to eradicate the human race.

Staying home will be useless. Fallout shelters might work, but I doubt it. No, the best hope is that I need to come up with some sort of strategy to stop them.


I don’t have much faith in that plan, either.

The news reports that streets are packed, and shops already have looters. If it’s this bad already, I don’t even want to think about how bad it will be tomorrow.


Perhaps my last night alive. I shake, to rid myself of the defeating thought.

I pull up pictures of the supposed asteroids online, and see that they’re flying in formation. I know the government can’t have missed this fact, and realize that the asteroids are a cover up. I wonder what their real plan will be, and if it might interfere with whatever I’m going to do.

It’s impossible to tell just how many ships there are in the grainy photos, but I can easily see that it’s a lot more than the seven ships Vage and I have at our disposal.

This won’t be a fight, and it will take everything we have, to make sure it doesn’t turn into a massacre.

My girls, except for Rukky and Prof Jane, want to spend the night cavorting together. I beg off, wanting to get as much sleep as possible. Tomorrow’s going to be a harrowing day. It might be our last day on earth. Thats it. 'IT MIGHT'.


stay tuned [/b]

[size=30pt]Contd...[/size]


[b]Professor Jane Janet is no fool though as she listens with rapt attention to my explanation.

“You used your ability on me,” she doesn’t ask, but states. “That’s why I, er, we. . .” She glances around, and continues, “And why your voice still affects me.”

I feel like those four synonym words of Poo, but I don’t turn away from her gaze. I understand this woman rather well, and know she is testing my resolve.


“Yes. I’ll understand if you hate me, but I want you to know that I don’t regret it.”

Jane's eyebrows climb up her forehead a bit, and then she smiles sheepishly. “I know I should, but I don’t either. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’d better go find a place to fit in, and quit talking to you, before I rip your clothes off.”


Laughing, I watch as she walks away, and I know the extra swagger in her hips is just for me.

The second day everyone works on weapons training. Half the day on bladed weapons, and half on manufactured rifles. I ask Vage where she’s getting the materials to manufacture everything, and all she tells me is, “I believe you call the place the Russian Tundra.”

Late on the second day, I’m summoned to one of the other ships. I face all of the matriarchs, and can feel their judgmental gazes upon my almost bare skin. I’ve taken to wearing the light-suit, as I’m mostly around other men anyway, and even though it’s petty, I know most of the jocks and Nija niggerz are jealous of my endowed bazooka. My muscled physique doesn’t hurt my standing among them either.

These alien women, however, are not impressed.


“How do we know you will not use this army to turn on us, when the battle is complete? If your plans are successful, you will possess many of their ships, and many of you humans will be aboard ours.”


“I’ve worked hard to show good faith,” I tell them, knowing that that’s no true answer. “I know we are planning violence, and some might be tempted to turn that upon you, but trust me when I say that I won’t let that happen. You are our allies in this fight. We will work hard to protect you, as you have worked hard to help us. If necessary, when we’re done here, we will help you with your people.”


“We have noticed that you care deeply for your children,” another says calmly. “We will each take one aboard our ships, and hold them until after the battle.”


Anger, white hot and ready to burst, rises up in me, and it’s only Vage’s reassuring grip on my shoulder that allows me to reign in my emotions. I can’t stop my words, though. “You’re going to hold my children as ransom?” There can be no mistaking the na*ked steel in my tone. How dare they? Yes, I’m protecting my own planet, but aren’t I also willing to help out their race?

Silence meets my question, and I just stare at the pink alien women in impotent furry.


’We will be fine, father,’. I gasp as my children’s words seem to come at me from all directions at once. They’ve never spoken from a distance, and the fact that their voice sounds from everywhere can only mean one thing.

They’ve already been moved.


‘Did you hear that?’ I send the question to Vage.


‘Yes, our children are being sent to the other ships. Did you not hear her?’ I wonder how she can be so calm about this.
I shake my head, but it’s no use trying to explain. No one believes me about them, anyway.


‘No, they’ve already been moved.’ The fear and alarm that widens her already large silvery eyes is all the warning I get, before she rushes forward, screaming something in her language. Maybe she wasn’t as calm as I’d thought, but rather, she’s better at keeping her emotions in check. Or was.


Fast as she moves, I’m still faster, and I hold her back as she continues to scream at the matriarchs.

Looking to the older females, I can see that they’re disturbed by Vage’s actions. They’re not used to a mother caring so deeply for her young.


‘Calm down,’ I send to the thrashing alien. ‘They’ll be fine.’


‘FINE?’That word seems to bowl into my mind, she must have sent it with so much force. I didn’t even know that was possible. ‘How can you say they will be fine? They will die without my milk.’


I’m rocked back by that thought. How will they survive? Vage has to feed them every three or four hours. There is no telling how long the battle will last, and we aren’t even going out to meet them until tomorrow.


Without warning, Vage stops struggling, and I almost fall backward as my effort to hold her back is no longer needed.


Stay tuned.... [/b]

[size=30pt]Contd...[/size]


[b]‘I don’t understand,’ Vage tells me through the wangers.

I realize that once again, I’ve been broadcasting. Looking back to our kids, I see that they’re all sleeping. . . Or pretending to sleep.


‘They just spoke to me again,’ I send to her.
‘They said that they think I will survive the battle.’


‘They are too young to speak, and they don’t have the small machines in them to communicate. I think we’ve both been working too hard. Varand is out there, minding the ship. Let’s get some rest together.’


“But I. . . But. . .” I shake my head, confused. I woke up not that long ago. I can’t be that tired, can I?

Vage takes my hand, and guides me over to another pile of blankets. I give one last glance to the six children, and notice the boy with his silvery eyes, wink at me. I’m tempted to point this out to the alien next to me, but she’s already asleep.
I lay there, next to the alien mother to my children for awhile, but can’t sleep.

Walking silently over to the six babies, I look down at them. “’One day I will understand you,’” I whisper, both speaking it aloud and sending it to just them with my wangers. They don’t even twitch.

Walking out of that room, I see Varand sitting where Vage had been, and can see she’s deep in concentration.

As I enter the Command Center— yes I think I like that term a lot better— I can see that changes have already been made in the formation. There isn’t a female in the group.

Well, except for Rukky’s hologram.
Dawson spies me, and comes over to stand next to me.

“I think we’re going to pull this off, depending on their numbers,” he tells me.

We stand in silence, watching them train, until they take a break in the healing yellow light. I notice that none of them get a boner!

“I’ve been thinking about what you told me earlier,” he says, breaking the silence. “About me wearing one of those nu*de suits.”

Annoyance bubbles up inside me, but I tamp it down. It won’t do to argue with this man in front of everyone, and every one is watching us.


“Okay,” I reply in a level tone. Level and straight as Six o'clock.

“Well, you’re going to need a command post back here. One that doesn’t go on attack runs. Boarding runs? Dammit, I’m from the Army, not the Navy. Anyway, unless you’re planning to control everything, you’ll need another team at the head, managing the squads that’ll be going out, I can get the Nigerians to head that team. And a backup command post, if they gets wiped out.”


Thank goodness this man is here. There’s no way I would have come up with that on my own.

“Make it so,” I tell him, fighting the urge to add, ‘Number One.’ I will not pretend to be Picard.

That actually reminds me of something.

“One last thing, and this is important.” I wait for Dawson to meet my gaze. “Absolutely no one, and I mean no one is to wear a red shirt after today, until the battle is over, or we’re dead. Anyone complains, and they are out.”

The retired Sergeant Major by the name of Dawson gives me a quizzical look, but says nothing, until he turns and bellows out the order. More than I would have suspected laugh, and nod agreement.


* * *


The following two days are spent training up our little army, and finding what comfort I can with my various women. Every night our army goes home, exhausted, but determined, and every morning more show up to join humanity’s cause. I’m even surprised when Special Agent Forbes appears on the second morning, and glares down at me.

“I knew there was something screwy about you, Mr. Smith,” she tells me in her gravelly voice. All I can say is that I’m glad I won’t be anywhere near her group of females when they are on their light-suits.


Prof Jane Janet shows up the next morning.

“It’s good to see you’re alright, Mr. Smith,” she addresses me stiffly. “I’ve been worried when you started missing so many of my classes. Especially after getting arrested outside the math competition.” Her brown eyes bore into mine, and I can tell she has a lot more to say to me, but won’t in front of so many other people. “Is that the girl from the other team?”

I look to where she’s pointing, and groan inwardly. Rukky is amongst the others, and she’s being treated like a celebrity. Everyone wants to shake her hand, or talk to her.
That’s not the problem, though. To Janet it must look like I threw the competition, to let them win.


“I couldn’t see the last question,” I tell her, somewhat defensively.


“What? Oh, I know. The others told me.” Jane looks back to me, and this time smiles. “I guess I was just worried. I was told a little about what’s going on, but it sounds a bit far-fetched to me.”


I think it woun't be proper if I keep things that are about to get physically obvious from this woman. I explain to her about my ability, and the coming invasion of the deadly bokoharms.


Stay tuned. I will be dropping more than two updates. I really want to get this over with.. [/b]

[size=30pt]Contd...[/size]


[b]“How are things going,” I ask the retired Sergeant Major Dawson, walking into Vage’s large featureless blue room. I really need to come up with a better term for this room. The Deck? No, sounds too much like a boat. Command Center? Hmm, that might work. Okay, so I walk into Vage’s Command Center.


A hologram of Rukky is going through various martial arts forms, repeating them for a large group of people. The group is following through, and I notice that their movements become more fluid with each repetition.


“Those tiny machines we got are giving these dirtbags greater stamina. I’ll tell you what, if we’d had a setup like this during my last deployment, the war would have been over in less than a week! Hell, even I feel ten years younger.” Sergeant Dawson glances around covertly, then leans in and states, “What’s the deal with the shiny nak*ed broads?”


Laughing I smile, and ask, “If you want, we can get you a suit like that.” But before he can answer, I send to Vage, ‘Umm, can we get enough light-suits to clothe everyone? It’ll offer a lot more protection.’


‘All ships are working on it,’ comes the response.


“Me, walk around all but nak*ed? No thanks. Nobody wants to see my crusty old ball dangling down, and I don't want to be an object of mockery to those Nigerians we just recruited ” I wonder at the singular ‘ball,’ but shake it off. I think I’d rather not know.

“You may not have a choice,” I tell him.
“They offer a lot more protection, and if it means saving lives, I’ll push for it.”

Dawson nods, but asks, “Aren’t you concerned about it being distracting? I mean, I know you’re used to such things, but the rest of these kids aren’t.”


I look out over the group of ‘kids,’ and know he’s right. “I’ll leave it up to you, Sergeant Major Dawson, to organize them into groups, separate males from females if you have to, but I want them as protected as possible. Their lives are my second highest priority.”

Dawson gives me a sharp nod, and I find it a little odd to be giving commands to the grizzled military man. For that matter, thinking of this group as a bunch of kids seems odd. I feel like I’m a hundred years old, and out of touch.


Dawson takes a couple steps away, then turns back, and asks, “Excuse me, sir, but what is your top priority?” He looks at me intensely, waiting for my answer.


“To stop the bokoharms at all costs,” I answer, without breaking his stare.

I see the ghost of a smile split his lips, before he gives me another nod, and turns to chew out a couple of ‘lily livered yellow bellied’ kids who are taking a break, instead of working through the exercises that Rukky’s hologram is displaying.


Ha! Kids. . . When did I get so old?
I head towards Vage’s room, and find her breastfeeding one of our kids. She looks haggard, and I ask, “Is everything alright?”


‘Yes, my body is fine, but managing the ship with so many on board, and creating the suits and weapons is taxing my mind.’


I feel terrible for her. I never knew, or even understood, what she does to manage this vessel.

Vage looks at me, and I can see her smile appreciatively in the dim light. ‘Varand should be here shortly to allow me to recuperate.’


“Do you need me to leave, so I’m not distracting you?” I look into her large silvery eyes as she shakes her head.

‘Sit with me, and keep me company. You are a pleasant distraction.’ I feel warmed by her response, and do as she asks, saying nothing as she finishes breastfeeding one of our sons, and hands him to me to rock.


I still marvel at how small he is, and can’t help but think it’s cute when he stretches and yawns, showing his two tongues. Vage gets up, and walks slowly to the other room, and returns with a daughter, latching her onto the other br**st.


‘Last one,’ she sends me, and I reach over and take her three-fingered hand in mine. She looks at our hands, confused for a moment, then smiles, and gives it a little squeeze.

We sit in silence until our daughter is done feeding, and this time I get up, carrying both back to their blankets.
I lay them down gently, and am about to turn away, when the boy I’d just been holding opens his eyes, and stares right at me.


’Be at ease, father. We know your pains. Some will die in the coming battle, but we think you’ll survive.’

Their combined voices literally booms in my mind.

THINK?!? They ‘think’ I’ll survive? That’s reassuring!

I feel a hand on my shoulder, and jump, startled by Vage’s sudden presence.


T.b.c. [/b]

Mrlemuel:
Bae, Am Stronger, Bigger, And More Handsomer Than Those Other 3 Nigerians O, Anyway, Thanks For The Mention, And The Update...

really? I doubt the rest will concur to that....

PamelB:
“Careful PamelB, he may look young, but that kid knows how to handle power. I’ll tell you what he did earlier, once we get settled.” They never stopped talking and gigling as they move out of hearing range, and I was forced to ask myself, if allowing Nigerians to join the Team is really a good idea.. Only time will tell.


T.b.c.[/b][/color] tanx for the mention mate and welcome back.

never mention mate... Its not something yhu haven't done for me already... Am just repaying the mentioning gesture...

Tgold1:
You Should You are so Special, Oya Come Join Me on this table for Two...... Just for Us

in a little girl's voice... 'thanku sir'

Mrlemuel:
Come Sit Beside Me Sweetie

shift for me pls... Let me rest my tired buttocks...

PamelB:
Queen. No Nau. Its not fair o

hehehehehehe.... In this world, nothing is ever fair Mate.......

Oyinprince:
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well, well... Here I come! Any reserved seat for Me?.... Shout out to my fellow F's thats already in the House....

Tgold1:
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any vacancy in the 1st row? QUEENLIZ is Here

Tgold1:
NOTICE!!!!!!

The Entire Members Of TEAM HERO Cordially InVites The Pleasure Of All NAIRALANDERS, And All ALONE Reader, To The Wedding Ceremony Of Our Great Writer PAMELB And Our Very Vibrant Member Of TEAM HERO AOB1 Which Will Take Place On NairaLand @ No.1 Front Page Crescent.....

On 27th Of August 2016....

Lalastic Lala, Seun E.T.C are All Invited...

Singned: All Members Of TEAM HERO : Tgold1 , Royh , TheBlessedMan , MrLemuel , SmartestPopQueen , Fobiflex , AOB1.

Come One, Come All....... Abeg Invite Assortted Babes Come oooo, Coz DEm Royh and Co still dey find Wife oooo...

You are Blessed As You COMe......

ooops... Got the I.V this night... Hope am not too late for the ceremony?... And if I am... May Gawd bless their union with Vage alike children... Amen....

Mrlemuel:
The Blow Wey Go Hit U Enh, E Still Dey Do Push Up For Now.

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Pamelb, Make This Snappy Jor.

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*sips My Kunu* Where Is Tgold1 And Theblessedman? Even Smartestjazzqueen(smartestpopqueen) Self Neva Wake Up Yet Ni?

lolz.... Am fully awake now dear... Just been busy this days......