Aboard a ship of the Alien invaders:
Marcie was tired. Although bruised and broken by the beating the thralls had given her, she dragged herself to her feet, nearly screaming as one broken rib jammed into a lung. She didn't care. The alien overlord was here, and she needed to be on her feet. For just a few minutes more.
The being spoke through its favored thrall by attaching one of it's tentacles to the thrall's neck. "You are the one called Scanlon. Why do you come here to die? You cannot beat us... you cannot win" The aliens had come from Proxima Centauri b with technology superior to Earth's but they did not use the expected saturation atomic bombing. Nukes had been used, but Judiciously. Tactically The large scale bombing had been done by Fuel-Air boosted bombs. The Pentagon, Capitol, White House, Arlington Hall, Joint Base Langley and more had all been leveled by FABs. So-called concussion bombs Some said a nuke salvo would have been kinder. But the Proximans were not kind. Why be kind to ants one steps on ? Why be nice to slaves, when cruelty was more useful.
