The Rebirth Shades of Apocalypse

A Destructive End

A DESTRUCTIVE END

The massive wing-shaped mothership hovered just outside of high Earth orbit, thirty-six thousand kilometers from Earth's surface. Bright flashes of lightning fired across the dark clouds. The Supreme Commander looked down at Earth from his forward view screen. The world had developed vicious storms that covered its surface.

He took pleasure in the fact that his mere presence above Earth was causing the devastation below. The tides of gravity could be cruel, and he thrived on the pain and anguish caused by it.

He expected the remaining Alliance ships to make their grand appearance, with weapons blazing. He would use their anger to his advantage; their doom.

One of his Bridge Servitors walked towards him, its rectangular metal legs clanking on the floor. "Finally! How far out are they?" The servitor spoke as if beaten, "Commander, we have detected an unusual spatial disturbance behind this system's star."

This news piqued the Commander's interest. "What kind of disturbance? What is so peculiar about it?"

The servitor handed him his report, and began, "We have detected the sudden compressing and decompressing of space. As you may see on the tablet, the spatial warping was artificial but extremely powerful. This is alarming as we don't have any record of the humans having the technology and sophisticated knowledge required to use said technology. Even more curiously, why are they not attacking?"

The servitor had a point. Why do they refuse to attack? What could they be planning?

The answer came when all of the alarms went off, and the sight of an unusually large fireball had launched from the sun. He had seen many solar flares in his lifetime, but this was different.

The fireball was slightly larger than The Demanding Flame and had an inner bluish glow. It had a furious quality to it as if the ball had a very specific malicious intent.

The servitor looked at the ball and said, "My Lord, we cannot escape this attack. It is too close and has a very high velocity that we are unable to evade. This attack will destroy our shields and sear the hull."

"Thank you for your report, servitor. These humans may yet provide a challenge after all! Bring me the prisoner and be ready to broadcast." The servitor bowed and turned away, and headed for the brig on the deck below.

Miles groaned as he heard the sound of the elevator coming down. What did the Supreme Douche want now? Whatever it was, it wasn't good.

The Elevator doors opened up, revealing the familiar sight of a Servitor robot walked over and said, "My Lord commanded me to retrieve you. You will obey."

Miles smiled weakly, and said, "You, my friend, are going to be ripped apart."

The servitor bent over and grabbed Miles by the hair while it said, "I think not, flesh-bag. It is you that is scheduled to die." Miles screamed in pain as servitor ripped out pieces of his hair, forcing him up off the ground.

Miles screamed at the servitor, "My friends will come and rip your servos out and stuff them down your voice box! The servitor swiveled its head, "Your friends are already here. They will watch as my Lord decapitates you, and eats the eyeballs from your head. Then he will destroy Earth."

As Miles was hauled into the elevator, he felt sick to his stomach. His friends will watch him die.

Miles looked up at the servitor after it dropped him to the floor. "Is it all right if I stand?"

The servitor nodded while it pointed its blaster pistol at him. Miles had flashed a smile before he vomited on the robot. In protest, it hit Miles in the forehead with the butt of its gun. "You insignificant little pile of flesh! I will take pleasure in seeing you die."