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It
started quietly and discreetly, we had no inkling of what was to come.
They took us by surprise. Their actions worked with horrifying
efficiency, our defenses lasted for mere minutes. Their armada landed on
our planet, their soldiers flowed out of the ships like a river torrent
down its bed. They want our planet, we want it back. We are the Warriors
of Earth, defending what is ours, destroying what is not.
I am Captain John Murphy, a soldier in Earths Army. I used to be a
writer a lifetime ago until duty called. My planet needed me, my
publisher did not.
“Ok man here they come, fire at will.” I shouted down the trench
line
With that order, a wall of fire erupted upon the advancing Reds. They
fell by the dozens, but were reinforced by the hundreds. I commanded a
trench with 200 men, my orders were to hold for as long as possible.
The reds landed all over the world, but chose my country to fall first.
I call Australia home, so do many, well there won’t be many left after
all is said and done. One can only speculate why the Reds picked
Australia to attack first, my hunch is after they take Australia they
will move into to Indonesia the gateway to Asia.
“Sir, look!” A private pointed to the sky.
A Red attack ship was hovering above the Trench, the mammoth vessel
silhouetted against the afternoon sky. I jumped onto the mobile com, and
requested a wing of F-209’s to attack the ship. My request was
granted, the F-209’s sometimes known as Panther class attack fighters,
because of their black exterior and incredible speed and agility. The
panthers were two minutes away, however the Red ship started dropping
concussion pulse bombs on top of us, the bombs were not designed to kill
rather immobilize.
The bombs emit a high harmonic frequency once dropped, causing severe
pain and disorientation – the Red soldiers as part of their backpack
carried a pair of earmuffs designed to withstand the particular
frequency used. They would sit back in silence and watch their birds
rain down the concussion bombs otherwise called ball busters, because
once hit with one, soldiers tended to fall to their knees, and quiver
around on the ground in agony. Our scientists had not yet figured out
the specifics of the ball busters, so were remained defenseless against
it.
I looked up towards the sky the Red ship bombs were raining out of the
bays, I had no umbrella so all I could do is get soaked.
“Block your ears!” I shouted, knowing fully well that it would do
nothing to block the coming pain.
Here comes the rain, I watched a ball buster hit the ground with a thud,
for a few seconds dust rose from its impact, then suddenly a hush came
over the soldiers, or had I lost my hearing, a whining sound ringed in
my hear, and then with one swift kick to my senses I fell to my knees,
every inch of my body retched with pain. I fell face first to the
ground, I landed on my chin, paralyzed, I could not move. I noticed the
red boots of an enemy soldier they had taken the trench, and had taken
the unit and me as prisoners.
“Bloody hell here come panthers!” An enemy soldier said. His combat
helmet muffled his mars accent.
The panther fighters fired their pulse cannons on the Red positions. The
pulse cannon fires a focused burst of nuclear energy, suffice to say
anything caught in its part would die even if they survived the initial
blast. Our captors had no choice but to retreat. The panthers fired on
the retreating reds and killed most of them.
They wanted to take us prisoner, for that we killed them. In a war for
your homeland you don’t take prisoners, you kill all that stand against
you.
This war is civil war, humans killing humans. In
an era of high technology, we don’t explore past our solar system
instead we look inwards. We still fight each other for power, money and
resources. Nothings changed in the last millennia, it’s just got a
whole lot bigger, that’s all.
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