OKARA

chapter 1

VERDUN, FRANCE, 1916

Whistles sounded all along the front. The French units prepared themselves for the charge.

"charge!" the French all clambered over the sandbag ramparts, rushing toward the German lines. Machine guns started up, cutting down soldiers. In the midst of all this, no one noticed the flash of light that streaked around the world. No one realised the significance of it,

YELLOW STONE NATIONAL PARK, AMERICA, 2022

"Come on Ryan! No one while know." Lucy whispered, pulling Ryan deeper into the bush land, "I just want to have fun."

"Lucy, I don't think we should do this. What if people see us?" ryan said back. Smiling, Lucy pushed him down against a tree and straddling his hips.

"No one while know baby." She said, starting to undo his fly.  Conceding, Ryan put his hands up her shirt and started to fiddle with the bra clip when a quiet whistling filled the air.

"Oh don't stop baby i want it off!" Lucy whined, but Ryan wasn't listening to her any more.

"Can you hear that?" he asked her, moving his head away from her.

"You're just jumpy, just relax." But now there was an easily heard whistling sound, and it was getting even louder. Without knowing it, both Ryan and Lucy where now looking up at the sky to find the source.

"There!" Lucy yelled pointing at something.

"Holly shit." Ryan yelled.

"Run. Run!" Lucy yelled, pushing off Ryan and sprinting away and leaving Ryan watching the falling object. Only a few minuets later the bushland was ripped apart by the massive explosion of the strange object.

CIA HEADQUARTERS, AMERICA

"Sir! There was a power surge in the Yellow Stone National park!" yelled an Aid.

"what?" Alex jepherson asked.

"All Life in a 10 mile radius of Yellow stone is gone. The place has been levelled." The aid repeated.

"Sir, NASA is reporting many other objects entering the atmosphere."

"Sir, NORAD has multiple bogies in American air space."

"Sir! Radar stations indicate that there are what appears to be alien bombers approaching D.C!"

"Send out orders to all agents, in and outside this facility. Scatter and relocate at base 2." Jepherson yelled. Alarms started blaring all over the Pentagon. "How long till they hit?"

"10 mikes!" yelled the radio operator yelled.

"Get to the bunker, we need to coordinate all attacks from there."

JOINT BASE ANACOSTIA-BOLLING AIR FORCE BASE, 3 MILES SOUTH OF D.C.

Klaxons wailed, sending soldiers running to the guns. "All pilots report to briefing room in half a mike." Yelled General Mac over the speaker system. Captain Aaron Clarks and his wingman, Captain Stephen Peterson ran towards the ops room. If it had been any other person had been yelling over the loud speakers they wouldn't have been so rushed, but cause it had been the General in charge of the air base they knew they had to respond instantly.

"What the hell do you thinks happening?" Stephen yelled above the roar of surface to air launchers spewing forth their deadly payloads.

"What every it is I think its definitely going to be a very messy here soon." Aaron replied. As they kept sprinting towards command, the building suddenly started to empty with pilots running in seemingly random directions.

"Sargent! Why is everyone running?!" Stephen yelled at a passing airman.

Without stopping, he yelled franticly "Look Up!"

"holly shit." Aaron breathed as two fat bodied jets, about the size of the old B-52 bombers flew overhead. Almost in slow motion the two crafts doors opened, letting a massive golden orbs fall from within each plane.

"Cover!" a soldier yelled. Acting on reflex, Aaron grabbed his buddy and crash-tackled both of them into the nearest foxhole. Second later explosions ripped apart through the cacophony that surrounded the airbase. Dirt and debris showered the area for a good ten seconds after the ringing had left Aarons ears. Standing slowly, the two friends where horrified by the sudden destruction before them. Along with the command, all but one of the hangers had been destroyed. Now that his hearing was back to normal, he could hear that the anti air missiles and guns where firing twice as much as before.

"Come on Aaron, lets scramble and get the fuck up there and help these guys!" Peterson yelled. Without saying anything, the two men ran towards their F-22 G Raptor, a more advanced version of the original. And, as well as having more technology, it was one of only two planes that where able to do Vertical Take off and Landing, otherwise known as VTOL. Seconds later the pilots lifted off, turned to the south and hit after burner. zooming along at super sonic speaks, the fighters where over D.C. in less than a minuet. the black planes zoomed everywhere, hundreds of the. twisting his head around, Aaron was just in time to see the line of glowing bullets coming his way.

"Break left." he yelled over the radio before snapping the plane hard to his left. mirroring his every move, peterson stayed right with him.

"this is gonna be one doozy of a fight." Peterson replied after the turn was complete.

EUROPEAN COMBINED AIR DEFENCE

"Sir! All major airbases are down." A French radar operator reported, "The few that haven't been hit are only able to give air cover to a small area around them."

"Advising all air units. All main airbases have been destroyed. I repeat, all main airbases have been waisted." Yelled the head of the European Air Defence Agency (EADA) to anyone who had a radio. Already the capitols of all the countries under his command had been bombed by the weird craft, hastily labelled as javelins. Other, smaller craft nicknamed Hawks shot down anything they encountered.

"Incoming javelin! Range 100 clicks, time till arrival, 3 mikes." A Belgium one yelled out now. Despite being underground, the bombers that had attacked the air fields here had shown that they could penetrate into this bunker. Pandemonium broke out as many of the hastily assembled radar operators ran out the door. Only a few stayed for their final few minuets, giving each plane the right to do what they felt was right. The final command from the bunker before the massive balls of light exploded where simple. No unit was to give up while there was still a chance. No unit was aloud to give up till it was all over. No one was to give up.