"They're coming!" Rarva said.
He was one of the leaders of the rebels.
There were eight of them. The leaders.
Eight leaders leading about two hundred or so rebels.
Different people. Different goals. Different ideals.
But one thing united them all.
The desire to live a better life and carve a better future for the next generation.
That was all.
"On three-" One of the leaders said- "One, two-"
They already had a barricade of sorts, protecting them from any incoming phaser fire.
But-
"Listen, inferior beings," A broadcast. "We hail you, in the presence of lady Xovia Xenacarte Damas, the perfect human of Nire. Lay down your weapons and-"
"THREEE!!!"
Hundreds, no, thousands of fireballs, ice spears, boulders flew over to the army's way.
The rebels had struck-
Negotiations…. Failed.
***
Meanwhile-
"They're going at it," Rose said.
