Invasion

"You got to be kidding me! There are so many of them!"

Carissa looked into the sky, watching the looming spacecrafts break into the atmosphere with a violent bright light. Billowing with a twisted baby screech that beckoned across the atmosphere. The large metal doors opened wide in a winged formation like angels of death. The dark stealthy paint blended into the rising sun, its silhouette a messy form of 'teeth' and 'blades'. Nothing natural about their appearance except the destruction they are about to provide in their wake.

They were once overjoyed, elated at preventing the first strike at their own home in the rush out of the café. But the armies that surrounded the planet hardly justified their strength nor their firepower. They were only getting started. Prepared for something the people below knew won't end well.

"What's that?!?"

Rachel looked up into the sky, watching machinery hopping and flying out of the womb like angry bees in a nest. Buzzing about in a crazed dance of death. They smashed onto the ground below onto the buildings and streets as if they opposed them. into the concrete like butter with a crunching defeat.

She looks at one of the machines, a tripoding mounted artillery with weaponry not far from their own. The cockpit seemed to be covered with a large shielding that illuminated 3 pairs of glowing green lights that illuminated in the shadows of the city. Deceptively concealing weaponry they had yet to show off. Hiding the 4 armed creatures at the helm amidst the buttons and touchscreens that concealed the seating arrangement. She couldn't discern their appearance from afar. However by the shape of their helmet, they seemed like marine troopers with their squid like mouth in their futuristic outfit. Several decades ahead of their time. Landing too far in to act it's main function, carelessness? She couldn't tell, but it seemed as if they aren't taking them seriously at all. Their main weapon, large turret, was mounted towards the front of the machine. Fully charged with an electric shriek. Deafening the surroundings amidst the creaking of it's well maintained legs that seemed to be shaped like a crab. Uncomfortable in it's new environment.

Ahead, a small craft slithered through the sky, It's wings a bunch of 'legs' that thrusted itself forward. She couldn't tell what was powering it, but it moved deceptively fast. Twisting and turning in shape like an centipede craving into it's prey. Tearing apart a Port W Nexus like flimsy paper. Feasting less for a meal and more of a sport. The frail mech dangled and flailed aimlessly, bitterly crying in it's oil. It's face was abnormally big. A monster with a glass hatch. Hiding the two beady, snarling eyes of black lights that illuminated its path. It's nose unveiled two large twisting metal tongues, unnaturally manoeuvrable and fitted to the teeth with sharp blades that uneased her. An isopod with no humanity.

"Whatever it is, it is not good! We need to evacuate the people!"

Steve kicked asphalt into the air, piercing into the large thick cladding of the fake arthropod. Hissing in frustration against the hasty controls steering it away, clipping a glass building as it tore it's glass façade apart in one swoop. An easy accidental demolition.

"S-Shit..."

He hurled more rocks and asphalt, eager to watch them pummel the centipede looking ship further. But it seemed arrogant, ignoring each pummelling without breaking into a oily sweat. Instead charging at him amidst the rising swarm of metal tripods and centipedes that joined side.

"Get going! I will settle this!"

"Steve are you still asleep after all that caffeine?" Carissa stepped in, revealing her arsenal beneath her thick dark brown coat. Revealing a custom made pistol jammed into her belt on one hand and her trusted sniper rifle on the other, modified and wired with electrical gizmos. It seemed to had been spray painted over in a cheap coat of paint. Hiding the battle damage and the true power of her sniper rifle in it's conversion.

"The Light of Men has an unwritten rule, battles shouldn't be fought alone! As an ally and a friend, I will not take this lying down!"

She swings her sniper towards the charging swarm of machines as she meddled her sniper and blindly fired without looking back. Listening to the glistening fires of melting metal that tore apart its' targets in one electrified shot. Too fast to swerve out of the way and too destructive to ignore. She listened calmly, hearing the dwindling sounds of passing alien space craft. Igniting their shields and exploding into a giant inferno, striking the buildings like a hailstorm of ash and dust. Disgustingly mindless destruction.

"Go! Until they can understand us, we will make them understand our plight!"

She nudged Steve who grimly nodded, making their stand against the advancing military who began to take notice an their dwindling numbers. Swarming mindlessly at one spot. Dan looks at his friends one last time as he led Rachel towards the escaping crowd, attempting to get to the Emergency Shelters scattered across Sector C. Nearby others armed fired upon their foreign invaders, eager to make a statement despite the circumstances. Remnants of the pervious war that still lingered in their minds.

He always hated that place, no amount of specifications could ever let go of the fact that it reminded him of his struggle back in the hellish building during that project. He lost far too much to care about the pain however, his may lose his family, but he is never gonna lose his ideals. The ideals that allowed him to survive till this day.

They rushed into the scene, watching as an alien craft descended from a large ship and crashed onto a junction. Pummelling and crushing vehicles still in their way. The people froze in fear, immediately backtracking from that thing as it rose through the thick black smoke, hiding the red glowing eyes that signalled their rampage.

"No you don't!"

Rachel quickly kicked up a pebble the size of a fist as she hit it into the thick smoke, immediately knocking out an advancing pilot's head in the crowd of violence. Staggering the army and the alien craft against the pipe bursting from the asphalt. He stares upon his enemies, clutching the palm of his hands, cumulating into a large water ball the height of three stories and launching them through the terrified street. Barely grabbing hold of the civilians against the violent tide, sweeping the creatures as they are tossed further away towards the sea. Hiding his relief amongst the civilians that cheered and wept.

"Phew... that was close! I just hope they are doing something about it..."

He looks back at the Sector C tower. The last of the three, nervously worried at their inaction. Watching amongst the cloudy orange shadows with fear. Still inactive from their initial push. Carefully hiding it's strength as robots and jets rushed in to meet their assailants. Analysing. Waiting.