"2.5 million people, gone,"
"Were there any survivors?"
"Five people somehow managed to make it to the top of the Eiffel Tower, they were only a few feet above the top of the forcefields, and thus the gas. We found 10 people lost in the catacombs, which weren't completely full of gas yet. They said they had five others with them, but they got lost. There are currently search teams looking for them, but those people are presumed dead,"
"We killed all 12 of the creatures, at least,"
"It doesn't matter. Paris won't be habitable for years now,"
"Why would they do this? Do you see the weapons in their ships? Would it not be easier for them to just level the whole city?"
"Yes, but that sends a different message. This is their way of saying, 'we have multiple ways to wipe out a lot of you, and we don't need to be efficient,'"
"I think I see what you are saying, but what will we do? We cannot just roll over, we have to bite back,"
A man named James Rathchild leaned forward. "How many attack helis do we have at our disposal?"
The American representative said, "We can supply a few, why?"
"We fly one near one of the ships. The ship will shoot it out of the sky,"
"Ok?"
"When they released the forcefield poles, the forcefield around the ship temporarily disabled, as we can see in this video. We have to assume they momentarily deactivate the forcefields to pass objects through, and thus fire weapons. We equip a different vehicle, a jet for instance, and drop a small nuclear bomb onto the ship from above as it shoots down the heli,"
Everyone was silent. Some were impressed at Rathchild's intelligence, while others were disgusted at his remorseless plan to sacrifice a pilot. The American representative spoke,
"I think it will work, but timing has to be exact, and we can't warn it of the jet's approach,"
The UN had dismantled itself after the last meeting, but Rathchild invited former representatives and several commanders from various nations to join his new anti-alien organization. It had yet to be named. A skilled young pilot named Ben Hender agreed to be the pilot of the helicopter.The massive ominous ship sat motionless above the ocean waves of the Atlantic. The helicopter made its approach, and began firing at the hull of the ship. The bullets did not make it past the forcefield. Suddenly, one of the turrets on the ship became active, and fired a bright blue projectile. The forcefield deactivated momentarily, but then reactivated. The jet had not made it in time. Luckily, the projectile just barely missed the helicopter. The helicopter resumed fire, and again the ship fired, and the helicopter was lost. This time, the jet just barely made it within the perimeters of the ship's forcefields before they reactivated. The jet barely released the bomb before several small, alien fighters shot it down. The bomb fell toward the top of the ship, and several small turrets opened fire at it. They all missed. The ship erupted into an extremely bright green flame and shook violently. The forcefields kept the blast of the bomb contained, increasing the power of the explosion. There were several other massive explosions within the ship, and it began to ascend but the engines failed, am it slammed into the waves.
The organization became known as the HAAR, Hender's Anti Alien Resistance.
"They destroyed one of our ships, Cull Master!" Shouted one of the speakers. Läkvör sat in his chair, staring at the monitor, then grinned. "Horizon will be pleased..."
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Science FictionChronicles detailing the most important war in human history. Part 1: Contact, done. Part 2: Unity, done. Part 3: Wrath, done. Part 4: Deceit, done. Part 5: War, done. Part 6: Conquest, Done. Part 7:Revelation, Done. Part 8: Horizon, Done. Please le...