(A/N) dedicated to AnayaForever! Thanks so much for being the first to read and comment! You inspired me to keep writing this story!
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The last of the small lights flickering on Earth's night side finally go out, showing that the bombs are over.
My commanding spacecraft decends at a graceful yet breakneck speed toward the planets surface. "We will have only four hextorz time to be on the surface. Thier air is too thick for us." Merco says. I know this.
"Begin bio-scanning sequence." I order.
"About four thousand survived." A bridge attendee reports, reading the bio-scanning results.
"Activate radiation shields." Someone says.
We decend, and I send my other ships to other places to collect the survivors for decontamination, quarentine, and sorting.
My ship hovers about twelve hundred feet up from the surface. Smoke is still thick, and i can see fire on the horizon.
We soon land, and I pin a radiation sheild genorator to my neck collar. Standing my full seven foot tall height, I, princess Merna of T'carr step onto the pitiful landscape of planet Earth.
Merco drives a hovercraft off my master ship, and I join her, several troops falling into flanking postition.
The hovercraft skims the surface quickly. I see the terrain. Perfect. My agents did well at strategicly aiming the bombs and missiles to level mountains.
We come across the ruins of one of their primitive towns.
"Initiate bio-scan." I say. "Locate survivors."
"No survivors." A Soldier reports.
We pass through.
We repeate the process in settlement after settlement. until we come across a smaller city. "Nine survived." Merco tells me.
"Find them." I order. Someday, these humans will thank me.
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Storm Star
Science FictionNine teens, chosen for some mysterious purpose, the survivors of "the wipe-out" as that day was called. A post-apocalyptic world is all that left. And the aliens who came.
