The Battle For Earth

There were no words explaining the happiness, Prince Zaryon was feeling at the moment.

He towered over his soldiers, at the the console.

"Send out the World Telo-Monitors, make sure it can reach all intelligent living creatures!"

The soldiers went to work, as he stayed behind and went over his plan.

His soldiers came back roughly ten minutes later, confirming that all devices were good to go.

"Attack the entire network, get every one of those disgusting primates attention."

He walked over to the center of his console.

A screen lit up in front of him like a hologram.

A miniature square reflecting him and multiple bigger ones, of all the major cities in the world.

He spoke in a loud, eccentric voice, knowing he was being broadcasted all over the world

"People of the planet Earth... My name is Zaryon, the 125th prince of Ceria and I am utterly disgusted by how you vermin, have populated this planet!"

People around the world heard his voice in their own language.

Specifically the language shared by the majority of people every 20 km.

Regardless they understood his message.

He didn't come in peace.

"Furthermore, we had trouble getting past the barrier, that you've set up to hide yourselves and your solar system."

He scratched his chin with his arms crossed.

"Still... looking at how primitive your society is, I don't see how its possible to have been created by you insects... Lastly my younger brother, Kairon's vitals disappeared last around this solar system. The only intellectual beings living in this solar system are on this planet... Yet!"

He put his hands out wide.

"I see nothing that shows me of the carnage of his invasion and he was strong. So..."

He took a deep breath.

"Since you all have divided yourselves up conveniently, we'll begin with the strongest of you all... But I am nothing, if not generous."

Zaryon nodded at the soldier helping him with his broadcast.

Then he looked back.

"We only need 3 Billion of you alive. So you have two options to survive: First option, bring me the ones who killed my brother. Second, vote to surrender first... For the largest areas that surrender, we'll leave those regions as safe zones from our invasion. We'll come later to trim the fat, you have 30 mins."

His voice sent chills down every human being's spine.

"Let the invasion begin."

He raised his hands higher and the screen, switched from showing him, to broadcasting the invasion.

A red dialog box popped up in front of everyone asking, 'Do you surrender?'

Attached below the question, a multiple choice, with 'Yes' and 'No', gave them the option to answer.

Four ships dropped out of the skies of New York, spreading out in in four different directions.

Each flying slowly towards their destinations.

People started to scream and panick.

Trying to disregard reality.

Cars crashed into one another.

People held out their phones, recording the alien ships.

The ships dropped giant robots called, Bosryn, that started grabbing people and eating them.

Storing them in a sleep chamber inside.

Infantrymen parachuted out of the sky and kayzucs flew in hordes out of the ships, screeching.

The U.S. military was quick to action.

Within moments, fighter jets zoomed over the city, firing missiles at the spaceships.

Police officers fought back trying to protect the citizens.

Some Americans opened fire while running away, at the soldiers, making their way through their city.

Zaryon exited his space ship and floated above the city.

He heared the screams below and laughed maniacally.

In the distance, he saw three fighter jets zooming right for him.

The pilots in the jets had identified him from the broadcast and didn't hesitate to eliminate him.

They fired missiles, but he easily dodged the first one.

It turned around, homing for him, the other missiles closing in from the front.

He fired multiple balls of fire out of his palms, and the missiles exploded, enclosing him in a ball of fire and smoke.

The pilots celebrated, thinking they had eliminated him.

Zaryon appeared out of the smoke at sonic speed, smashing the glass of one of the cockpits and grabbing the pilot by their face, holding them in place.

Due to the inertia the jet exploded as he held the remains of the burnt pilot, unscathed from the explosions.

When the smoke cleared, the pilots who had seen what had happened to their comrade, circled back to fire more missiles, followed by a shower of bullets.

They all hit their marks.

The jets flew by.

Out of the smoke, two quick fireballs, broke through.

There was no time to dodge.

Both jet's exploded in midair, rubble falling, back down to the city.

Zaryon laughed and yelled out to the world.

"Is that all you have to offer?!"

The broadcast zoomed in and had showcased the whole fight.

"I'm going to make this more interesting... Hurry up and bring me what or who was able able to kill my brother. Or I'll wipe out a random country, outside of this continent every hour, starting right now."

He pointed his hands to a direction across seas and a massive pressurized condensed ball of fire, formed in front of his palm.

Growing bigger by the second, until it was two times the size of him.

The world was in shambles.

People were absolutely terrified.

Suddenly a resounding boom echoed the skies.

The broadcast switched to the gigantic spaceship, floating towards Canada.

The ship went up in flames and started falling.

Massive whips of steel, whipped around it, as two blue and white spaceships labeled BSF descended out of the sky and towed it back up to space, disappearing.

Zaryon watched the entire thing shocked.

Another deafening boom, but this time it was off in the distance, with the spaceship that was supposed to head to South America.

The broadcast had showed, two more BSF spaceships anchored onto it and took off into the sky.

Zaryon was absolutely furious.

The air was burning, forming heat waves around him.

The only spaceships he had left were his own and the one that was supposed to go overseas to Europe.

He ordered them, over his comms to stand down.

He needed to figure out who was responsible for this.

"Kalista come down here now!"

He yelled.

Out of his own spaceship, a young Rennayan woman, with black hair, jumped down.

She landed on one knee onto a small rock platform that she summoned from the ground.

It floated in front of him.

He gave her an order.

She wore a black, with purple contrast, armour bodysuit and a loose metal bracelet on her left hand, meant to explode, if she were to ever tamper with it.

"Find out who dared attacked us. I need to know who is capable of breaching our defences."

She nodded.

"Yes, my lord."

Dark clouds gathered.

The broadcast switched to Zaryon's spaceship.

Lightning struck the ship and a resounding boom, rang across the sky.

Small explosions raced through the ship with sparks of static electricity and fires following them.

Bursting out a giant hole under the the belly of the ship.

A flash of electricity raced like lightning from the ship towards Zaryon.

Before he could register what he was looking at.

A man punched Zaryon with his full might, adding thousands of volts of electricity sparking out of his fist.

Zaryon was sent flying, breaking sound barriers as he flew into a clearing far from the city.

There was a large tremor as he hit the ground, tumbling over and destroying everything, as the force dragged him through the dirt.

The world watched wondering who had just came to their rescue.

The man looked at Kalista, who was speechless.

Unable to defend her master.

He was dressed in a black suit, with a blue 'BEYOND' label, on his right arm.

He spoke.

"You're Rennayan, aren't you?"