Shots rang out in the middle of night, bullets raced to catch their targets and missiles shot out to meet landing craft only for the ship to disappear and land at the designated target. The aliens had chosen the golf club as their landing point, using it as the staging area to launch raids into the city. Equipment and troops were loaded of the trapezoidal craft and the field commanders radioed back to command for orders.

Sergeant Steve Huffman gripped his machinegun tightly, and peered around the fence his squad hid behind. His weapon looked the same as the one his father used in WW3 and the immigrant wars, not much research and development had taken place between now and then, with the entire world in a state of constant war nobody has the time. He was part of the U.S. army what little was left, conniving politicians and inept commanders reduced the once proud United States of America to a shell of what it once was, Europe without the U.S. was bought out by China, who was dissolved in WW3.

Politics were not his concern now, the only thing that mattered were the threat laid out on the golf course ahead.

“They look like the aliens from that video game, but shorter and a different head and they got fins,” whispered Private Maxwell.

“Well if they are that different maybe they don’t look like them at all you grunt,” replied the Sergeant.

In front of them the invading Kratian ground forces were hard at work setting up a transmitter dish and unloading their weaponry from the drop ship.

“What do your think they are saying? What do you think they call themselves?” asked Private Chris.

“I don’t know, lets listen in.”

“Shegorath, nect, hajag keno ma yer,” yelled the alien with the brightly colored fin. The others smaller and more dully colored began to work more feverishly hauling out the crate.

Kebla yelled louder for the troops, he wondered how they were the dominant force in the galaxy with incompetent recruits like these. They were having trouble just unloading crates off a ship and they were expected to earn honor for their clans in battle! Laughable at best, he had fought in the last large war with the Rantinites and he didn’t have to deal with incompetents like these. Out of the corner of his eye he spotted a figure hiding behind the wall to the south. He had no orders to take prisoners so the order of the day was to shoot first and ask questions later. A bright beam of light lanced through the human figure behind the wall giving him a new hole in his stomach.

“Damn they shot Joe; they’ll pay for that, blow their heads off.”

The squad burst out from behind the wall and engaged the invaders. Bullets fell like rain and the distinct glow of energy lit the night sky. The aliens panicked and dropped their weapons and fled behind their portable shields. Some of the braver more experienced warriors switched on their stealth camouflage. Spraying their automatic weapons the defenders cut down the cowardly ones and hunted the braver, animalistic instinct taking over in the heat of battle.

Kebla attempted to rally his troops and drive the impudent savages back from the camp but to no avail, too many of his squad had retreated of been killed; it was no up to him to save the camp and bring about victory and conquest in this sector. All he had to do was hold them off until reinforcements arrived. Grabbing the weapon off the corpse of his former comrade he leaped out from behind the crate and blasted away at the unfortunate barbarians. One fell under the barrage of laser fire, another had a broken neck, and a third disemboweled by his ancestral blade. He felt something, a coldness in his shoulder, he glanced at and found an opening were one shouldn’t be. “Lucky bastards,” He fell to the floor leaking vital fluids.

Victorious, the humans dragged their prisoner behind one of their crates and tied him down for interrogation. 3 of the squad detached from the rest to pursue the remaining survivors.

“I wonder if he knows our language?” piped Private Russell.

“No, he speaks in a series of blargs and honks, of course he doesn’t speak English!” yelled the Sergeant. “We need to see if we can get any thing useful out of him even anatomy.”

“Jetshet, Kebla jigga fulm gunk dewg malah ketu.”

“Well our uninvited guest is awake, Max bring me something to hurt him with.”

The alien knew they would get nothing out of him. He had failed his ancestors but at least he knew he would die and they would get nothing for it. The human in front of him, from what he could tell the leader of the band repeatedly clubbed him with an iron rod spouting gibberish. “Your mother is a logarithmic scale function.” Atmosphere leaving his body he slumped over.

“God dammit, he died. Do you think we oughta haul this corpse back to base?”

“No,” replied Sergeant Huffman, “Leave it here and we’ll be back with reinforcements.”

At Camp Boyd world leaders met for the first time in half a century to discuss the alien menace. Amidst their fighting Kratians had already penetrated the base. They already held the conference room with the world leaders hostage. A figure strode among the rubble and bodies. It was tall and slender; its skin was shinier than its military counter parts. It strode into the room gracefully and elegantly and stood before the captured men and women.

“I surrender,” stuttered the aging French president.

“We are the Kratians; we are now in control of your tiny world. Join us and you and your people will be spared and enslaved to the might of the Kratian Empire, resistance is futile we control all your major population centers.” It uttered in perfect English, once more in French, Spanish, Arabic, Bantu, and Chinese.

“We will conform to the empire’s wishes.” Spoke Bill Clinton II. Grabbing his hand held radio; he punched up the broadcast number. “All troops stand down; I repeat this is the president of the United States all troops stand down.”

“I can’t believe this he’s actually surrendering to those alien bastards,” Wailed Chris.

“Politicians, who can trust them, they sold out the entire planet just to save their own skins, come on we have to get to the city and get the people out of there who know what the aliens will do to them.” Sergeant Huffman motioned to his team to fall in behind him and they slipped off into the night.