It was finally Marshall's time to act.
While he was playing as the First Man while being First Man, in that scene, he was supposed to be a random, pretty good bounty hunter. That was the thrill of the movie, as the audience would know right away that this man is the First Man, but the characters in the movie would not.
Marshall initially wanted to introduce himself in that movie as a badass cowboy fucking a hooker in that obliterated saloon's counter. But the writer from Dinosia refused, saying it would ruin the First Man's name. He didn't understand how. He had a pretty big cock, after all, and he was pretty good at fucking.
Alas, he agreed with their direction.
He didn't have many lines, sadly, another thing the writers insisted on, trying to keep him as mysterious as possible. Most of the time, it was Marilyn's character trying to ask him questions, and he'd give some mysterious, wise-ass answers.
The plot was to go to the governor of the state to warn them. On the way, Marshall taught the deputy and Marilyn how to shoot guns well. On the way, they came across some outlaws as well, and there was some good old action.
Marshall took a few shots, real shots right at him. No need for physical effects. Then he dropped all the outlaws. However, their horses were killed in that fight. But then, Marshall showed a strange feat, as he easily tamed wild horses.
The camera captured him whispering in the horses' ears. Nobody knew what it was. The mics didn't record it. The camera was behind Jane and the deputy, both looking on confusedly at the gunslinger.
Soon enough, they had three wild horses carrying them on their own. It was a subtle hint at who he was, something only the people watching the movie would understand and awe at.
However, by the time they reached the Governor's place, the aliens had already arrived. It was an action piece there as the aliens chose to destroy locations of governance, meaning the governor was a target.
It was happening all across the world. The giant mothership, multiple of them were visible in the sky, eclipsing. From them appeared tens of thousands of smaller ships that were still as big as skyscrapers. They spread around the globe.
"We're too late!" Jane cried.
"Road's gone rough, sure. Don't mean we turn back," Marshall said, and rushed into the Governor's house to save the man if he was still alive.
Marshall wasn't a fan of those one-liners, but the damn writers insisted on it. And he'd already promised them that, other than the action scenes, he won't mess with their work. It was Dinosia's first movie after taking over MGM, after all.
From there, it was the most absurd yet thrilling action scene filmed. It was all real. The large spaceship hovered above the Governor's massive building. Smaller aircraft flew out of them and bombarded.
It was chaos on a different level. Humans didn't have the guns to deal with that yet. Nor any means. Yet Marshall led Jane and the deputy, who was named Matt, short for Mathew, through the fight.
Some aliens came down, dressed in their armor. They searched for the Governor, who had gone into hiding somewhere in the building.
Bang!
Marshall shot at the aliens, and they shot back. Somehow, he dodged each plasma bullet, moving like he predicted it all. Then, finally, Marshall shot at one of the weak points of the armor that rendered it immobile. The alien had to get out of it, finally revealing himself to be a blue-skinned creature, humanoid yet not human.
"Shoot the nape!" Marshall ordered.
It wasn't just Marshall and his two sidekicks, but also all the remaining guards in the building. Heavy gunfire ensued from there. But still, humans were weak because they were flesh. Their bullets did nothing to the enemy armor. Not unless they hit the nape directly.
Boom!
"Jesus!" Matt cried as the entire dome ceiling of the building was blasted by the main ship in the air. Rubble fell everywhere.
"Careful!" Marshall leapt and saved both Matt and Jane from the rubble, as if he knew where it would fall. But the true miracle was behind them, what Matt and Jane could not see.
However, the audience was able to catch it, people who would watch the movie. Behind, much of the rubble, as they fell, got flung away right before it fell on any living human. But they did fall on the aliens, crushing them.
"Explosives. Got any?"
That was the consensus after that. Marshall then led the men to use explosives on the remaining alien units on the ground, trapping and killing them. They then grabbed the alien weapons and used them. They were far more effective at killing their own kind.
Soon enough, they arrived inside the room where the Governor was hiding. But they were too late. The man's dead body lay in blood. An entire wall of the room was gone, where an alien craft hovered. The team of four aliens was in the process of returning.
"Wait for me."
Marshall declared and ran full speed and leapt out of the building's fifth floor. The stunt was captured from multiple angles. He jumped into the alien craft and fought them hand to hand, one by one, throwing them all out of it to fall to their deaths.
After that, he flew the aircraft up and smashed it into the alien ship above, bringing it crashing down. It was a really loud and fiery scene, but fun and exciting.
From there, Marshall regrouped, gathered all the remaining twenty men and women, guards and civilians, and handed them alien guns. Then they entered the rubble of the larger alien ship. Taking advantage of aliens being injured, they killed, stole the armor and weapons, as many as they could find.
They armed themselves and prepared their next move. During that time, Jane's role once again came to the fore as she sat with Matt and talked about Marshall's character, who was also named Marshall in the movie.
Jane had doubts about Marshall. How he was so strong, could move like that, and predicted the alien gunshots to dodge them. Somehow, somewhere, a tiny doubt grew in her mind as she tried to recognise those features with some historical texts she had found.
But there was no time.
With fifty armors and over a hundred alien guns, they formed a small militia and decided to rush to the White House, as that's where the country's leader sat, where the aliens were likely to attack. On the way, they planned to liberate more states.
From there, it was rather fast-paced. A montage of sorts with many action scenes in varying landscapes. With each new state, their army grew, from a hundred to a thousand, commandeering more and more alien armors and weapons. They also slowly got hold of flying crafts.
The whole way, Marshall kept dropping hints about his identity in his one-liner lessons. Often telling them to keep fighting. That they had to save themselves. That praying would change nothing if they weren't willing to change themselves.
The whole way, Jane kept probing Marshall. It was a slow tease to the movie audience, always keeping them on the edge that she was going to find out soon enough. That she was so close to the truth.
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"What the hell is Dad even up to?" Helvar was confused about his father's new hobby. "Movies? Really?"
Helvar, along with his wife, arrived at the final set of the movie, the White House itself. Of course, Chester Phillips could do nothing but bow and spread the doors wide.
"It's exciting," said Mephista. "Father is fun."
"And I'm not? I can be just as fun. But for today I'm just gonna be a cameraman." Helvar sighed. He had no say in it. He was ordered to come over and work.
"Good luck, my love." Mephista gave him a soft peck on the cheeks.
Well, it's worth it.
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Yondu was annoyed. He was fully willing to help their boss make the alien invasion movie on his home planet. But why the fuck did he get to be the big bad villain just because he was blue? There were so many more blue fucks.
"Not as ugly as you."
"..."
Yondu remembered that reply from the boss. He surrendered from there and accepted this task as well. Besides, he was getting paid for it. All he had to do was descend from the mothership, look menacing, and attempt to kill
"Alright. Teeth out. Ugly. Angry. Scary."
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Space,
"My lord! The Dino Corp has attacked Terra. What are the orders?"
Ronan stared at all the destruction caused and how the attack was focused on the most powerful nation on the planet. It was an attack on the planet itself because if the most powerful fell, the rest would surrender.
"Send word to command. And prepare to attack. Terra is ours."
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Marshall, with his small army, arrived at the White House. It was already under attack by the aliens, but the military there was stronger, putting up a strong fight, albeit a losing one. They had also acquired alien weapons, but not as many as the aliens.
From there, the defense of the White House began. Marshall, Jane, and Matt led the people. Jane helped the wounded to reach safety, and Matt protected them all. Marshall, meanwhile, led people into the building to find the President.
However, the White House was already invaded by the aliens on foot.
A gunfight ensued. This time, it was a completely losing battle. Marshall got injured. Jane and Matt dragged him out to the White House's lawn. Right there, a new alien ship landed, and from it appeared an ugly, blue alien with a fin on the head.
The alien started whistling, and an arrow shot around, punching holes into the chests of all the remaining human soldiers. Around that time, the President was also dragged out, none other than Ulysses S. Grant.
Marshall had kept that guy in the movie because he felt a strange, unknown connection to that name. He didn't know why.
"Why struggle when we all know what's going to happen?" said the blue alien, acting like the leader. "I am but one small subjugation force of the Kree Empire. There are countless more. Suppose you're lucky to stop me. How will you stop us all? So, you should submit."
Ulysses S. Grant growled and spat on the blue alien's foot.
Bang!
A plasma gunshot rang and made a hole in the President's leg, throwing him to his knees, groaning in pain. But still, the battle-hardened President kept glaring and spat again.
"Stop!" Jane shouted and tried to help the President. She stared back at Marshall, tears in her eyes. "Stop them! I know you can! I know!"
Marshall was silently awed by her acting. If he didn't know this was a movie, he'd have guessed it was all real.
"A father who never lets go of the hand of his child raises a wastrel."
The blue alien growled and shot the President in the face right then. The man died in Jane's arms. She cried and jumped at the alien to stop him.
The blue alien sneered. "You dare sully me with your dirty hands? I am General Trax!"
Trax was prepared to shoot Jane in the head, but right then Matt jumped and tried to stop. The alien guards around walked over to stop that, but Trax waved them away. Instead, his whistling arrow came and snapped through Matt's head, killing him.
"Why?! You can end this!" Jane cried louder, seeing Matt's body collapse right beside him, blood from his wound landing on her. "You're the—"
Marshall remained seated on the ground, relaxed, not looking injured anymore. "Is this not your war? Did you not invite this on your own? You live, yet you surrender. Unwilling to help yourself, you ask another to do it?"
Jane, looking like an utter mess, growled and looked up at the blue alien. She jumped up like a feral beast and bit onto the blue neck of Trax, biting off a big chunk.
Bang! Bang!
Trax's whistling arrow instantly passed through her neck. Alien guards nearby shot at her back. Her body soon fell to the ground, twitching, gurgling blood. Trax, however, only stumbled back and stabled his footing once more. His men applied healing to him.
"Uncivilised filth! Purge them all!" Trax growled and climbed back into his small ship. All the soldiers there did the same, and flew up towards the massive, sky-covering mothership.
It was a sunny day, yet felt like a stormy evening.
"Ghk…"
Jane was not yet dead, however. She didn't know how she was still alive, awake, and able to think. Lying on her back, she looked to the side, and Matt's dead body was there, his face so close to her, dead and eyes still wide open, a hole in his head. Then she looked up, and she saw the sky, where the ship was.
But then Marshall's face appeared in her view. Tears fell from her eyes.
"I… I tried." She muttered through choking blood. "I… really…"
The camera was placed in a way that her eyes were the point of view. What her eyes were seeing was what the audience would see. And in her view was First Man in his true form. Marshall's cowboy hat and attire changed magically into the known First Man's attire.
Wraaaaaaaa!
Out of nowhere, a giant beast's roar echoed. Then Marty's famed large face came into her view. But her eyes weren't on them. She eyed the sky; the massive mothership, the size of a whole city, had started to fire energy beams.
Horror covered her face, her own strength vanishing.
Marilyn was fully engrossed in her role as Jane. Feeling helpless. After all, those ships were not special effects or props. They were real. That was truly what was out there. And it was… frightening to a human being.
She wailed in her death, acting like her life depended on it.
Yet, somehow, those bombardments that fell on them were scattered apart as an invisible shield covered them. The next thing she knew, Marty's massive tongue was licking her. With that, she felt all her wounds heal, her pain going away.
"I taught you to walk, but you hope I teach you to fly. Humanity must grow its own wings and stop cutting each other's wings in senseless wars. Out there in the stars, when you look, there are no borders, no race, just one species, one space tyrant away from being conquered. But it is a father's curse, how do you ignore a grieving child?"
Woosh!
The camera shifted to show Jane's face from a close-up. The camera kept zooming in on one of her eyes; the sky was clearly visible in its reflection. It clearly showed the First Man flying away, destroying smaller alien spacecrafts.
Her eyes turned watery. The director's vision dictated that the final edit would have loud music until that point. Until the camera zoomed in on Jane's eyes. Then, suddenly, when the entire screen was covered with her eye, she would close it. And with that, the music abruptly stopped.
Loud explosions will take over instead. Loud noises. Loud words of the First Man, declaring that Earth belongs to him. That his children are no slaves.
When the screen would light up again, it would show the true carnage, the might of the First Man. As the First Man flew through the skies, cameras followed. Close shots, wide shots.
The First Man rammed through flying machines the size of fortresses, destroying them. Grabbing random Kree aliens by the neck and smashing them to bits. Then, finally, the First Man smashed into the mothership and wreaked absolute havoc.
From a distant, wide angle, one could see countless explosions going on around the massive spaceship. The second POV showed the First Man inside the ship, obliterating everything. The sheer panic it showed.
The third POV was of random people on the ground. Mothers holding children against their chests, crying towards the sky while dead bodies lay around them. Dying men watch the sky with their last breaths. Families were crying as hope was regained.
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Marshall, however, was confused.
What the fuck?
Right when he was about to be finished with the mothership, he sensed something further above in the sky. He tore clear through the ship and reached the skies above. There, he found three massive motherships looking like heads of hammers.
Boom!
They shot at him right away. At the mothership and other Dino Corp ships that were being used in the movie.
Ain't that too much? Fuck, Gamora's overdoing it!
Marshall telepathically told Helvar to keep up with the cameras.
Woosh!
Boom!
Marshall smashed through the ships. In there, he found actual Kree, however. He was confused about what was going on. He didn't have any Kree in his Dino Corp as far as he remembered.
Randomly, he grabbed one Kree by the throat and read the mind while feeding the guy a thousand years' worth of dino porn.
Oh? They're the real fucking deal! Terra is theirs? My ass!
This time, the carnage was real. He flew through ships and killed the Kree indiscriminately. He read the mind of any high-ranking-looking Kree he found. He got to know more and more about them. How they were snooping on Earth for so long, where their home world was, and what their home world looked like.
"Earth! Is! Mine!"
Marshall declared and killed them all. In the end, one ship tried to escape, but he intercepted it by teleporting in front of it and tearing through it. Before long, he had Ronan by the throat.
Looks more intimidating than Yondu. Yeah, better replace it.
Marshall destroyed the entire ship and, with Ronan grabbed by the throat, flew back to the Earth and landed in the White House garden.
"CUT!"
The director could only hope that Helvar got all the shots.
However, even after that, Marshall didn't let the Kree go.
"F-First Man?" Marilyn voiced.
Hah! A real alien invasion while shooting a fake one?
Marshall laughed inside, shaking his head.
"See him, folks? This guy's a real space warlord. His name's Ronan, from the real Kree Empire."
"..."
"Ugh…" Ronan struggled. "Unhand me!"
Marshall shook his head, only clenching his neck harder.
"What in the festering piss-trough of bad decisions were you thinking? Ahhh, never mind. I can look for it myself."
"No, wai—"
Poor Ronan. All he saw next was two massive T-Rex doing it.
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