It was a dark and stormy night. Police droids droned as they flew by the half drawn curtain window. The pitter-patter of raindrops was heard on the window sill. A Martian walked up to a circular metal door with no handle. He was tall and had moved to Earth 37 years prior. He was orangish brown and had six stumps on his head where his horns had been disbudded. He was wearing a black hood attached to a cloak-like coat that went down to the ankles. Around his neck he wore a cybernite crystal necklace in the form of a sphere.
On the center of the door in front of him was a half ball looking orb with black glass making up most of the center. A blue dot appeared in the middle. “Who seeks to enter?” the blue dot asked. “Markutu Majita,” the Martian responded. The blue dot disappeared and the door opened like a camera lens, shooting off parts of the sides in a hexagonal way.
A woman sat at the end of an oval-like table. In front of her was a ball that rolled in a pattern on its own. In front of the ball was a square filled with black sand. “So,” the woman began, “you're finally here.” Markutu took off his hood and looked at the woman with his dark yellow eyes. He jerked his head up in a “sup” like manner.
“N.E.D.R.I,” the woman said to the air. Out of the black sand came a figure with no face. “Yes?” it asked in a Scottish accent. “Turn on translator,” the woman demanded. “Turning on translator.” There was a sound like a deep bell.
Markutu started to talk in a language of throat clicks, trills and groans. “Q’kooor guku kk’loookk-taar nooo bu’utu.” There was a click that came from N.E.D.R.I. “I'm here for my paper of citizenship,” he translated. The woman opened a drawer and pulled out a piece of paper. “There it is,” she said, “clear as the crystals of Io.” Markutu folded the paper and tucked it into his cloak. He did a head bow and said, “Gutooor kkaar Q’aartu mu.” Then he walked out of the room.
The door closed and there was a buzz. “What would he want his citizenship for?" The woman wondered aloud. “I suspect that he’s trying to get off world,” N.E.D.R.I. responded.
“Then why would he want to get off world?”
“Perhaps he wants to return home for family.”
“There has to be something other than that. No martian would leave Earth to go to a place they don't even own anymore.”
The woman then pulled up the security cameras and watched as Markutu walked. But out of nowhere, he looked right and made a sharp left down a long hallway. He ran until he was met with another hallway. He turned back and forth; right, left, right again, then left two times. “Send the Security droids,” the woman demanded N.E.D.R.I. The droid that had been droning, silently hovering by the window, then went on alert. A red dot appeared on its camera lens and its hum turned into a buzz. It went to follow Markutu. 10 others joined it and they flew like a swarm of bees.
Markutu was still running, but now there was something in his hand, an Yhn knife. A long pure white knife of Mars, often used for rituals. But Markutu had a different plan. His plan was to grab his citizenship, get off world, and team up with his friends who were waiting on Mars to put the plan into play. Because Markutu had been on Earth for so long, he now had the ability to jump higher on Mars than he could before. They would use this new ability to assassinate the human leader of Mars for taking their home, their planet, their Mars.
When he reached an open bridge to another part of a building, he jumped down onto another bridge, but of jade, almost completely slipping in the process. He ran until he reached a large corridor. Just as he was going to leave, the security droids caught up to him and circled him in the air and slowly moved in a circle to distract him.
He unsheathed the Yhn knife and made a hissing sound by pushing his tongue against his bottom teeth and blowing. He then charged at a droid while screaming. He missed. A droid behind him released an arm below it with a blade at the end of it. The droid charged for Markutu’s back and pierced through his chest. Markutu made a loud deep trilling droning sound as he flailed around in pain. The droid pulled out of Markutu's spine and dropped him. His eyes rolled back in head and his eye tissue turned blue. His body became gray as he lost his precious black blood.
The plan was never put into play and the leader of Mars was sceptical of the Martians and cast them to the east side of Mars. There they built a grand civilization and a king ruled over them until the humans died out. The leader of earth banned all imports and exports to the Martians of earth and Mars. They were at cosmic war ever since.
N.E.D.R.I stands for New Earth Direct and Respond Intelligence system
“Gutooor kkaar Q’aartu mu.” means " May the moons protect and watch over you."
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