Antarctica. My egghead brother had sent an SOS a week prior asking for
help. The emperor penguins had revolted again and are threatening every life at the
scientific compound he was at. Time and time again I told myself that, that part
of my life was over. No more penguin violence, I’ve had my share. But something - maybe love for my estranged brother- pulled me in. I had to help Brad and the rest of the scientists. They were shit fighters anyways, and soon, the battle-tested battalion of emperor penguins would
slaughter them all. I checked Google Maps to get check on everything, when I
scrolled closer I saw the compound surrounded in crimson snow. The battle was far
from over and they needed my help.
My private jet took me directly over the compound. I leapt fully
armed and ready to fight. The icy cold wind swept across my face as I
plummeted towards the frozen wasteland. After pulling my parachute,
the painfully slow wait to land ensued. I could see the flash of muzzle blasts all
around, the screams of pain and agony, and my brother barking out orders. A
huge blast came from the north end, the penguins were fierce yet suicidal
fighters. Waiting was no longer an option, about 50 feet up I cut the ropes and fell
through a glass roof. 10 penguins with razor flaps for arms turned around to face me, my
pistols faced them and said hello.
Being cute is merely a tactic, a social plot that had worked since the
internet came to being to woo the human race into a false sense of security. In reality, they were far more deadly and cunning than the Mongol hordes of old. I would not be fooled as I stood in a circle of penguin corpses. Waddling scum, they will not stand in the way of science. Kicking door
after door, I finally found my brother’s squad held up in the cafeteria, a massive
hole in the wall where the explosion came from earlier. There were only 8 of
them left behind a makeshift bunker of crates, flipped metal tables, and penguin
bodies. “Freddy, you son of a bitch!” Brad yelled.
“Sorry for running late. Let’s fry these birds.” I replied.
After hugs and handshakes, Brad explained everything to me. Why
they rebelled, their purpose. Apparently, penguins are to be the master species
of Antarctica with their penguin religion to reign supreme and all science was considered heresy.
Giving out all the ammo I had left to the survivors, we hunkered
down for the next wave. Hours passed, and eerily enough, the air was quite, not
a cloud in the sky, the stars were in attendance to the battle to come. First we
herd them humming, next they came flying in on their stomachs through the hole
in the wall. A hill of bodies and ice gaped out, and that was what they were
sliding down. “Pick them off before they get too close!” I yelled noticing the
bombs attached to them. Penguin bomb tech was years behind ours, but still
packed a little punch. Tiny explosions popped up after we opened fire. A mix of fire, smoke, and penguin gore.
“Take cover!” Brad commanded. Sharpened icicles fell from
the sky, and riddled the bodies of 2 scientists who didn’t heed Brad’s warning. Idiots.
One almost hit its target on my face before I caught it. A berserker penguin
lurched towards Brad behind his back. “Brad behind you!” I called to him, but he
didn’t have enough to time to react. I threw the icicle. End over end it tumbled into the penguin's chest and launched the psychotically religious bird backwards, pinning him up against the wall. Brad gave me a manly nod of acknowledgement. The fighting continued, the penguins attacks got more and more desperate as the night went on, but we repelled them all.
Not until The Emperor penguin, himself, approached under the white flag of
truce did we parlay. An agreement was struck, and the penguins were banished
from the compound’s sight forever more while the science would be allowed to continue. There and only there at the compound. Except this time, the Emperor’s son
was to be held hostage by me, lest the Penguins forget the agreement. I
will raise him as my own. Hopefully this time we have quelled the rebellions once
and for all.
Now that I've talked to the lad for a spell, their religions makes more and more sense. Their way of life, the cold, the community. It seems a good way to live life. Far more than science. Maybe, just maybe, another rebellion might spark from the ice.
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