Preparations

The Leader of All Worlds grabbed a gun from one of his guards and shot all of them down without looking. He hopped on the Spacepod, activating his voice control.

"Autopilot to Legacy Space station." He took off his hood, revealing his pale gray skin and his pure white eyes. He looked out the window at the browning Earth.

"Soon this will be a utopia again. But not for humans." The Leader envisioned himself ruling the all new world. Pollution is gone. No more filthy humans, they endangered their own planet, making it nearly inhabitable, he thought. The Vimeals will make it their second home, our second home, he told himself.

"Approaching light speed," the computer voice announced.

"Make the jump."

All the stars became blurred and then suddenly stabilized again, with Legacy Station right in front of the Pod.

"Begin docking procedures." The pod docked itself onto the station.

He moved quickly out onto the deck, tossing his bloodied gloves at Gen. Marcus Anderson who had come to meet him.

"Where are your guards?"

"They weren't...well, they're not necessary any more. Let's proceed, shall we?"

"Are you sure waking the elder from hypersleep is a good idea?" General Anderson looked quite concerned.

"This is a serious matter, I'm sure you are aware."

"Yes, but this is also Addu the Wise we are talking about."

"It is necessary," said the Leader. They walked into the hypersleep chamber. It was lined with millions of pods. The Leader walked to the control panel.

"Activate voice command."

"Confirm by saying your name."

"O'me drsta'a'dhvamsa."

"Voice command confirmed."

"Find Abhavya'k'Abbu's hypersleep pod."

"Found. Illuminating."

A pod in the distance flashed red. General Anderson raced toward it while the Leader calmly strolled to their destination.

The Leader pressed the open button and the hatch retracted. There lay Abbu the Elder.

His eyes flashed open revealing his white pupils.

"Oh. What a pleasant surprise. O'me! Is the planet ready? I calculated it would be ready in thirty years."

"No, there is a problem. The Jackal-"

"The Jackal was eliminated years ago, O'me." Abbu interrupted. "This cannot become an issue. Your brothers and sisters of the Vimeal have been waiting more than five decades."

"Not that Jackal. His son. X. Gyrfalcon isn't enough. We need to eliminate X before he discovers his powers and the Rebellion takes hold with the people."

"Why would you wake me up for this. Couldn't you upgrade Gyrfalcon? "

"Yes but we have no idea what X is capable of with his telekinesis!"

"According to the information you have been feeding me from the neural transmitter, X hasn't even discovered that he has powers!"

"That's why I came to you! I need you to keep it that way!"

"So the great O'me drsta'a'dhvamsa, brave leader of the Vimeal people, comes to the feeble Abbu to ask for assistance. That's how desperate you are."

"You are the only elder that is invincible and has super strength! The only double power in existence!"

"And the oldest elder." Abbu grumbled. "I'm going back to sleep, why don't you just make more Gyrfalcons?"

"Because Canggu the Elder died and only he had the power! The whole operation could be endangered because of this boy!" the Leader shouted.

"Fine, I will go to Earth and get rid of this boy, but it is on you to keep me alive. Remember, you still need this old man for the conquering and annihilation part."

"You're Abbu the wise. Shouldn't you have a plan?" General Anderson asked

"Yes,I have the perfect way to defeat him." Abbu exclaimed.

"Please share."

"So according to the data from the neural transmitter. X has broken out of prison, and is heading for his brother, correct?"

"Yes." General Anderson remarked.

"So we'll do the simple trap, he'll fall for it."

"What are you thinking of?" The Leader asked

"Someone with direct override to the prison database will change the files on X's brother, saying that he has escaped and is currently residing in a warehouse. But when X gets there, his brother will not be there, only Gyrfalcon and myself," Abbu finished.

"Sounds like a plan." General Anderson said excitedly.

"Brother K'le, you can take off your mask now, you should be proud to be part of the glorious Vimeal race," Abbu said. General Anderson ripped his mask off of his face, revealing the same gray skin and pale pupils.

"K'le. Go back to Earth and carry out the plan with Abbu. Remember what I told you about Gyrfalcon."

"Yes, Leader." General Anderson put his hand over his heart and tapped right shoulder, then his left. "Once a Vimeal, always a Vimeal."

General Anderson looked at the Leader in the spacepod and asked, "What will you be doing, sir?"

"Scrubbing the last of the vile humans off the face of our new home."