A New Dawn For Nimara

Chapter One New Leader, New Times The Commander stared at the screen and watched as the enemy’s ship was moving towards his planet. All of his men were on standby, ready to fire the moment the ship was in range. As he watched the screen, he placed his hairy hand on the side of his hog like snout and growled to himself. It was now four years after their last battle and since then there seemed to be a sense of peace amongst the planets. This was mainly due to word getting round about the new reputation of the Nimaran people. Who would have thought that such a pathetic nation would be highly respected and indeed feared? The Gwarks were humiliated by their defeat and lost the power of inflicting terror over the other planets in their solar system. The Commander had no idea whose ship it was or where it came from, but he was certain that is was not coming in peace. What he found most strange about all this is that it looked more like a cargo carrier; what could be on it? He was not going to take any risks. He decided to shoot now and ask questions later. The Gwark continued to stare at the screen but his thoughts were elsewhere. He could almost feel the skull splitting under his axe as it sliced into the Commander’s head. He could almost smell the sweet and metallic smell of the blood that trickled out of the gaping wound. Best of all, he could remember the way she fell in a heap on the ground, the blood mixing with the dirt. This made him smirk. He had hated the woman intensely. All of the Gwarks had despised her and the way she ruled and because he was the one who got rid of her with the fatal blow, he was made the new Commander. He remembered what he had promised his people that same day, as she lay rotting outside on the dusty ground. ‘New leader, new times. Our nation is free to live as we once did, to govern and terrify the rest of our solar system. We shall never live in fear again!’ Once more he growled. If it was not for the Nimarans, he would have been able to keep his promise. His face darkened with the memory of talking with the human boy, Bruno and his suggestion of creating peace between the Gwarks and the Nimarans. This proposal only intensified his hatred towards them, especially after being crushed by them so easily. He and his people could only think about seeking retribution and proving that they are the most powerful and fearsome nation in the whole of the universe. The Commander, instead of acting quickly against the cargo ship, got distracted inside his sinister thoughts. His black eyes grew intense and he bared his long, sharp teeth and growled loudly. A red button by the screen began to flash. The cargo ship was within range. The Commander banged his fist on the green button next to the flashing red one which sounded the alarm. All of the men who stood on standby moved into action, prepared to push their button that would launch the missiles from various points of the planet. All were aimed at the cargo ship. After the buttons were pushed, a barrage of missiles sliced through the air and sped towards it. As one of the missiles left the launching bay another was set to be fired. Each one exploded as it hit the ship, ripping bits of metal from it. It seemed impregnable and carried on making its way towards the planet and now almost filled the Commander’s screen. More and more missiles were launched and the flames and clouds of smoke made the cargo ship hardly visible. Suddenly, with one almighty blast, the ship was completely destroyed. There was a huge ball of flames that lit up the black sky and debris was scattered across the whole area. Then a green mist emerged from the flames and dust came down onto the buildings, the ground and into the lungs of the Gwark nation. Unaware of the fact that this green mist was a deadly poison, the Gwarks failed to protect themselves. Freely the dust settled on their fur and found a way into their skin. Breathing normally, they inhaled the fumes. Tasteless yet deadly, the poison soaked into every fibre of their bodies. The Commander stepped to the window and breathed in the stale and hot Gwark air. He too allowed the poison to work its way into his system.