Wardens of Heavens- Crisis of 12 Worlds

WoH-Co12W: First Invasion

It was a peaceful, sound and sunny Sunday morning in Navagar. The huge Jovian planet spinning slowly and calmly on axis in wide space. Etharius's curative rays passionately shine on Navagar's left side, welcoming each waking soul to the warmth of its rays, like a mother kissing her child's cheek, with passion stronger than the sky.

"This is Rograt 22. May I know your designated area's vital statistics? Rograt out." A messy voice beeped on a Futrik soldier's helmet as a satellite floats in the distance on orbit.

"This is Firewing Futrik responding. Well, all I can say about today's space is that it is literally peaceful and quiet. No disturbances. The satellites are doing great, there's no EMP disturbance and the H2O pumpers are working just fine. I don't even think there's any need for patrol." Firewing Futrik replied, hopping carefree on the rocky surface of a lunar landscape. He was armed with a Hellfire, but he didn't seem to be using it any minute, for as he had said, everything was calm and serene on the lucid moon of Linken.

"I think I can say the same too." The Rograt astronaut responded. His backsuit was attached to a long wire connected to a spherical aircraft, working in the manner of a placenta. "Productivity's been high as night recently, something like two weeks ago. I don't know if this could be a long-lasting paradise effect or just some sort of illusion from an incoming invasion. Cran, I hope not latter."

"Yeah, even we can't rely on the heroes everyday. They sleep, of course."

"How about the entrilophs? They're like lesser gods and goddesses, no?"

"Ah yes, of course. But they're not one hundred percent god-like, Rograt. They can get sick or be canned or something. You know what I mean."

"Yep, but as of now, the heroes are doing great in their crime-fighting. But so far, nothing bad's happened just yet."

"So they're like chill?"

"Not exactly, well some-"

"Woah..."

"What is with the- Woah..."

As the astronauts did nothing but stare, a large comet passed by just a few meters from the astronauts. The snow-white-like structure and its fireball-like features reflected on the visors of the astronauts, like crisp images on tranquil waters.

"Beautiful..."

"Yeah. Never seen a comet close-up in twenty years of astronomical service." Firewing Futrik took out a crowbar and heaved one of the lunar rocks, revealing a space crab that was hidden below. "Oh. I never knew there were crusteceans in Linken."

"Yup. That's why there are such things as space pirates." Rograt suddenly paused, having heed of a crazy idea. "Say, why don't we take selfies of ourselves with the comet? Bring the crab along if you wanna."

"What the hell? No man, I mean really? That's selfie breakthrough at a cost of toasting ourselves alive!"

"Hahaha. I know. I'm crazy, and I love it. Come on." Rograt 22 slowly took out a digital camera out of his suit's main compartment and floated steadily, approaching Linken which was just a few meters away.

Firewing Futrik attempted to decline the appeal by running and hiding behind a tall rock somewhere on Linken's unlit side. "The hell again, man. I'm not doing it. You do it. I've got plently of things to deal with aside from taking selfies with a comet that near."

"Aww nuts. Fine. I'm taking the risk, then three weeks later I am crowned the king of space amateurs while you just sit there, all like 'whaaaaaa', jaw-drop." He chuckled, turning away from Linken. He approached the comet like a swimmer, the comet still on the run.