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The Earth was once ours, beautiful, lively and perfect for life that is until. Humanity had finally done it. World War 3, a battle between humanity marked the end of all life on planet earth. They used guns, bombs, tanks, ships, planes, nukes and even worse things but...it wasn't enough. The Presence of radioactivity on the entire surface into the seas had completely made the planet extremely inhospitable and so many went underground for safety.

But our species of course is too stubborn to fix our mistakes. We simply ignored them and with the greatest advancements at our hands we looked into the stars to find a new home.

A new place to be, building large spacecrafts that could support a stable population for At Least a few millions of years. That could travel for lightyears in case we did find a home, in case we found another place to be where we could possibly restart ourselves again and expand into the unknown and well eventually we did find a new home, a planet called Kepler 22b...the last hope for humanity, Kepler-22b (also known by its Kepler Object of Interest designation KOI-087.01) was an exoplanet orbiting within the habitable zone of the Sun-like star Kepler-22.

It was located about 640 light-years (200 parsecs) from Earth in the constellation of Cygnus discovered by NASA's Kepler Space Telescope in December 2011 and was the first known transiting planet to orbit within the habitable zone of a Sun-like star, where liquid water could exist on the planet's surface. Kepler-22 was too dim to be seen with the naked eye but was traceable enough to be a future homebase for our species but as to be careful we didn't leave fully. Humanity sent out one of its finest ships to go out into space and scout out the planet to make sure that it was habitable and not a complete waste of time.

But unfortunately, and mysteriously

The Ship would never return, instead plunging into the planet mysteriously for an unknown reason.

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For a while the mystery of what had occurred made everyone worried and speculate about f the ship got sabotaged, taken out by a stray asteroid or just made an error when exploring the planet. Soon enough however they would get their answers as footage about what happened on the ship was recovered though it was only through the pov of the captain of the vessel and other Footage that was able to be recovered.

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Footage start

ALERT, ALERT, THE ARK IS GOING TO EXPLODE, ALERT ALERT!!

Up in the control rooms of the giant vessel. Parts of the ships on the outside were heavily destroyed and damaged, with chunks of metal ripped out from with multiple personnel trying to find out what or who could have possibly done such a thing.

Worker 1: Shit! The control panel is all screwed!! I'm trying to fix it, but it is effortless!!!

Worker 2: THE SHIP IS FUCKED

Worker 3: We are all incredibly fucked and bamboozled!

Worker 4: WE HAVEN'T EVEN LANDED ON THE PLANET YET!

Worker 5: Could we do a crash landing of sorts!?!

Worker 6: No, We are way too high in the atmosphere. The vessel would burn up before it could crash on the damn rock!

On que, another figure walked into the control room, a man with the same clothing as the other crew members except he was wearing a white shirt with black trousers. And a naval cap. The Only difference being the epaulettes that he wearing on the shirt shoulders. control rooms assistants, executives, and whatever you want to call them looked at him with hope in their eyes. The captain of the spacecraft had a very positive outlook, a heavy contrast to how his crew were taking what was going on looking frightened and terrified but kept a smile up for his crew.

Captain: How long do we have until our ship goes plummeting down into oblivion?

Worker 2: 10 to 25 minutes at the bare minimum sir!

Worker 3: Keeping it in the air is essentially impossible with all of our systems being completely fried sir!

Worker 4: We could try and possibly get it into orbit around the planet before we are truly a goner si-

Captain: Thank you. You all don't have to speak now.

The room became silent with everyone holding their tongue, nervous, the captain then began to speak once again

Captain: It has been a great honor serving as the leader of this vessel for the last 35 years of my lovely existence. Unfortunately, however due to what is occurring this may definitely be the last time that you will serve me on this vessel, so as a final gesture of my it is my turn to serve you all.

Worker 5: What do you mean sir?

Worker 4: ...sir.... you are not saying what I think you are saying.

Worker 6: ...

Captain You must all get to your rooms, each one has been loaded with a space pod that will get you off this ship as fast as possible. The coordinates have been set to a landmass the size of Cuba in the middle of the water planet, I hope you all can survive. Goodluck and may god be with you all.

Worker 6: Sir, but what about you?

Captain: Since i will be the last one on this ship I have the lowest chances of survival and as such my Story, might as well be ending here. Now, Go. Captain's orders.

Everyone looked at each other, fully taking in the severity of the situation that they were in. But either way were extremely grateful to the captain bowing their heads in respect as all of them got up and walked out of the control panel sprinting to their rooms with the captain going over the intercom making the announcement to the entire ship.

"All human beings evacuate through your rooms!"

"I Repeat, all human beings evacuate to your rooms!"

the ship then shook violently, causing him to slip and fall to the ground with a picture slipping out of his pockets and sliding on the concrete flooring. Getting his composure he noticed the picture, picking it up and looking solemnly down at it seeing himself along with his wife, who was visibly pregnant

Captain: ... oh shit wait I'm a father-

Down in the lower decks of the ship a mass Panic was occurring on a city-wide scale with multiple people and their families scrambling for help, completely crashing the order.

The giant vessel once had on the last remnants of its fleeting existence, people sprinted past one another on their way to their areas, mothers, fathers, cousins, sisters, brothers, aunties and even complete strangers all focusing on self preservation as well as the will to survive. The captain himself now being one of them running throughout the bay area past giant pools and the luxurious hotel that was in the place, going up towards a futuristic looking railroad track with floating transport units passing by at not so safe speeds Running up the stairs he went through a line for special professionals on the ship and got infront of a train conductor who was no older than 18 nervously trying to escort a line that was as long as a highway full of people trying To keep order despite the situation they were all in. Most of them were shoving and knocking each other trying to push through

Captain: I need a quick transport unit all the way to secto-

Train conductor: Woah, Woah, Woah wait wait, C-captain, W-what are you doing here!?

Captain: Trying to go Home, No more questions asked.

Train conductor: B-but there are already many other's waiting nervously to get to their place!

Captain: Fuck.dammit, alright I'll take the long way then. Are you really gonna Continue your work till the very end?

Train conductor: I Got nothing to live for.

Systems: ALERT ALERT APPROACHING MOONS ATMOSPHERE!

ALERT ALERT APPROACHING MOONS ATMOSPHERE!

Everyone: WE ARE ALL GONNA DIE!!-

The captain then decided "fuck it" and noticed an incoming train that was going to past by, thinking quickly. He got to a high altitude and proceeded to jump on top of the train grunting as he was leaving, shocking everyone there including the conductor whom then remembered that it had a job and stopped another train that was arriving to put passengers on it hastily.

With the captain he eventually reached another train station and climbed down hanging on to the outside doors as the vehicle was zooming past the area, he jumped off the deck and continued running sprinting with fading life in his legs. Entering a building in the middle of a concrete street, he ran inside and looked around yelling with worry for his wide hoping that she was completely okay.

Captain: Honey, Babe, ya there!?!?

Suddenly from behind he felt a gun being pressed against his neck followed by a reloading sound of it being cocked and ready to blow, the captain's eyes widened before turning around slowly to his own wife trying to empty a clip into his skull

Wife: What's my birthday date? I swear to god if you are some type of AI created to keep me sane. i will FUCK you up you little shit.

Captain: uhhhhhhhh the 3rd of May?

Wife: ... it's the third of april.

Captain: UMM UHH-

Wife: but you've always made that mistake anyways 🙂

And there, waiting for him amidst the end of this voyage and the death of humanity's last survivors, was Karliah, Her eyes shining with tears of joy as she rushed forward to embrace him with a heavily pregnant belly in tow, In that moment, surrounded by the warmth of her embrace, He knew that they could survive against all odds.

Wife: Honey, Y-Your back, I thought I was gonna have to leave without you!

Captain: Nah, I feel like I wanna live today.

Wife: *nods*

Captain: h-Hows the baby?

Wife: s-she's fine, tho its starting to kick a bit more..

Captain: You think your gonna give birth soon?

Wife: i have a feeling yes, tho i'm not sure

Captain: well better safe than sorry, come on, let's go we don't got much time left till this whole thing falls apart.

Wife: H-How much time do we have left!?!

The ship then began to shake violently

Captain: GET IN THE POD!!

With a sense of urgency, the captain sprinted towards their designated room within the pod with his life/wife following behind. "Room! Set escape pod configurations and launch from the sip!" he commanded, his heart pounding in his chest. the ship's intelligent and responsive AI, replied in its mechanical voice, "Affirmative." With precision, the room sealed itself and began transforming into a giant missile, ready for launch.

Captain: Alright, ready?

Wife: *nods*

Captain: Try not to vomit like in the simulations, okay?

Wife: Whore if i vomit in the simulations what tf do you think is gonna happen when i am faced with the real thing especially with a baby now!?!

Captain: Uhh... that you have gotten used to it by now?

Wife: -3-

Captain: I mean, aren't you a "tough woman" and can "handle things yourself" :)

Wife: hmph why of course i am, in fact i could have gotten to the destination using this ship without you（￣へ￣）

Captain: *rolls eyes* if you say s-

Wife: GET US OUT OF HERE PLS!

Captain: alright, alright!

A breathing mask dropped from a compartment, the both of them hastily secured it over their face. The mask supplies them with oxygen for the both of them along with the third passenger on board inside of karliah's belly, a lifeline in the void of space. Simultaneously, the room fashioned a seat, and Rogger strapped himself in. "Time to go," he muttered as he settled into the chair alongside his wife holding her hand to comfort her during this scary time. The room, now their makeshift escape pod, secured itself further before launching with a resounding boom causing the both of them to feel their bodies being pulled in against the wall as the air held them back with the wife keeping herself from panicking via keeping her eye's bloody shut.

Wife: (heh-)

Through a window he could see the spacecraft spinning through space making a strange turn towards one of the satellites of Kepler 22b going through the nonexistent atmosphere of the celestial object, the captain watched in horror as his ship crashed into a nearby moon, exploding into millions of fragments and most definitely ending with the deaths of millions of people his wife turning away even more once the bright light emitted was been seen through the glass of the space pod that they were in.

Captain: ..... who would do such a horrifying thing.

Wife: ... honey ...

Captain: y-yeah?

Wife: ... We are going to be okay when we land on the planet, r-right?

Captain: ... *nods* y-yeah, yeah, sure. Don't worry honey you have nothing to be scared about alright?

Wife: you sure...

Captain: *holds her hand* As long as I am by your side, I promise that I will NEVER let anything happen to you alright?

Wife: .. okay...

After calming his wife down the Captain looked out of the window again and saw that Not too far behind, now being visible from the stars in the night sky there were other space pods hurling towards the planet joining them as well almost in unison and following their captain, it brought a brief glimmer of hope to his depressed and sad face He stopped suddenly feeling the intense gravitational pull of the planet below as his pod hurtled towards the planet below going faster and faster. Other pods from the ship joined him in the descent as the pod started to catch on fire, As the pod shook violently, Rogger attempted to command Room to stabilize the systems, but there was no response

Captain: Shit, i totally shouldn't have done this on sunday!

Wife: HONEY, HONEY WHAT GOING ON!??!

Captain: D-Don't worry, we are just entering the planet!

he exclaimed, frustration evident in his voice. The violent motion increased and made his body sway from side to side which caused him to collide with a wall, knocking him unconscious and making his vision go completely dark.

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Hours passed before the Captain regained consciousness, groggy and disoriented. He felt a wet rag being pressed against his head, his wife worryingly looking down at him, her face that was once sad and worried lighting up when she saw his eye's open again.

Wife: *gasps* honey... your alive

Captain: A-argh...T-thank God...

he muttered, pushing himself up from the floor. The sudden movement caused him to lose his balance, and he stumbled, barely managing to stay upright his wife helping him stay up.

Captain: A-argh..o-otherwise, are you okay?

Wife: *nods*

Captain: .... Where are we?

Wife: I'm not sure...

Captain: heh... alright, let's go and look around already. See what's up

Wife: Alright, just be careful.

The captain then turned around and looked held his wife's hand making their way up a nearby hill as they both smiled at each other happy and joyful that things were going to change for the better he wasn't sure what he expected, but what he saw took his breath away.

A sprawling alien city lay below them, nestled in the valley of immense, mountainous structures. The buildings were massive and gleamed with a strange, iridescent material, reflecting the faint sunlight of Kepler-22's distant star. Towering spires, miles high, reached toward the heavens, connected by bridges that shimmered with an otherworldly energy. Lights flickered and pulsed in rhythmic patterns, as if the city itself was alive and breathing.

Both of their eyes widened in shock.

Wife: i...I can't believe it. We aren't alone here. Look at this place...

Captain: it's beautiful... But... I wasn't expecting this. How... How could no one have known?

The entire metropolis buzzed with life. The streets below were teeming with movement, and strange vehicles hovered above the cityscape, darting in various directions.

For a brief moment, there was a flicker of hope.

Wife: Maybe... Maybe they'll help us. Maybe they're peaceful. We might actually survive this.

The captain nodded, his hand tightening around hers. But then, out of the corner of his eye, he noticed something. A large, dark shape appeared in the sky above them. At first, it seemed distant, almost like a shadow cast by one of the moons, but it was growing closer... fast.

Captain: What the hell is that?

The shape was a massive spaceship, far larger than the vessel they had just escaped from. Its hull was smooth and black, reflecting no light, with strange geometric patterns etched along its surface. It moved silently, impossibly fast, and it was headed directly toward them.

Wife: .... Honey, that's-

Before she could finish, a blinding light erupted from the belly of the alien craft. The captain's s heart stopped as a beam of energy shot forth, slamming into the hill knocking the both of them off of their feet as they both rolled down the slope.

Wife: ARGH!

Captain: Oof, S-shit N-NO Honey we have to run!

Wife: *tries to get up* S-shit i-...

The wife then looked up at the spacecraft that was hovering above them, and the captain aswell both unwilling to move or run from the inevitable, and as the spacecraft charged to fire again the captain looked over at his wife, their eyes locking for one final moment, both filled with terror.

And then the world went white.

The footage crackled and fizzled, static overtaking the screen as they both disintegrated under the force of the blast. All that remained was the final, fleeting glimpse of the bodies of wife and the spacecraft above, before everything cut to black.

The recording ended.

Footage end

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After analyzing the recording and it getting spread, humanity panicked at the discovery of another advanced species meanwhile nasa and the remaining world governments were wondering what should have been done next now that years of time and effort had been put down the drain.

They attempted to communicate with other survivors in order to gauge what had happened but throughout there was either only silence or the screams of the humans being mercilessly slaughtered.

Once all was said and done it was globally descided that no further missions to Kepler-22b would be taken as the aliens were of no threat to earth and the risk of the advanced civilization targeting and trying to eliminate humanity was at the time highly improbable and unlikely.

Well, atleast that's what they thought.

Many hours later nasa would receive transmissions of a message being sent from the planet to earh. And eventually they were able to decode it since it Was written in braille so they could decipher the meaning instantly.

And it read

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Run.Hide.Prepare.

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Everyone was confused on what they meant by that, but then disaster struck. Out in space they detected large objects heading straight towards earth, a large fleet of spaceships that were built with

extremely unknown technology at the time. This completely terrified every country In the world and caused them all to become highly alerted and terrified of what would eventually occur.

With almost no more deadly weaponry left in the world and absolute destruction essentially being inevitable the human race scrambled to figure out a plan of action on what to do in this situation...

Eventually it was decided that humanity would attempt to fight one last time, and the last remaining resources were scrunched together for one final stand for the human race.

This is how the battles mostly went...

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Footage start

The air was thick with tension, the kind that made every breath feel like it was dragging through mud. Sergeant Alex "Axe" Mitchell crouched behind a hastily constructed barricade of overturned trucks and debris. His rifle was clenched tightly in his gloved covered hands, his knuckles white as he stared out at the distant horizon. The sun had begun to set, casting long shadows over the desolate battlefield. But it wasn't the darkness that worried him it was what was coming from the sky.

The alien fleet had been detected just hours ago, and the world had gone into a frenzy. Every military force still standing was mobilized, and now, here they were, waiting for the inevitable clash. The city of Denver, once bustling with life, was now a ghost town. The evacuation orders had been given days ago, but even in the chaos, Alex could still see the occasional straggler trying to make their way out of the city. Too late now, he thought bitterly.

He adjusted in his hazmat suit and glanced over at his squad. Private Johnson was nervously tapping his fingers on his rifle, his eyes darting back and forth as if he could spot the enemy by sheer will. Corporal Diaz, ever the stoic, was calmly checking his ammunition, his face a mask of grim determination. There were others, too, but their faces were blurred in the haze of adrenaline and fear that clouded Alex's mind.

Johnson: they're coming, Sarge Johnson.

Alex: Yeah, They're coming alright

Johnson: Are you ready to fight?

Alex: yeah, i am.

Johnson: Just know, if our current weapons are destroyed then we won't have anything to fight with no more.

Alex: yeah, that's why I Hope to win this battle.

The first sign of the enemy wasn't visual. It was the sound. A low, deep hum that seemed to vibrate through the earth itself. The kind of noise that you felt in your bones before you even heard it. It grew louder, more intense, until the sky seemed to crack open.

And then they came.

The alien ships weren't like anything humanity had ever seen before. They were sleek, black as obsidian, with jagged edges that looked more organic than mechanical. They hovered just above the ground, silent save for the ever-present hum, moving with a grace that belied their massive size. Alex's heart skipped a beat as the first wave approached, his body frozen for a second before training kicked in.

Diaz: OPEN FIRE!

The order came from somewhere, but Alex barely registered it. His finger squeezed the trigger, and the roar of gunfire filled the air.

Bullets ripped through the sky, hammering into the alien ships with little effect. The metal shimmered with a black tint, the gunfire having no effect, the tanks then began to blow all of their load onto the spacecraft but they all just absorbed the Tank Fire as if it were nothing more than a light rain with no scratches even when jets and helicopters tried to come in, nothing occurred as Alex gritted his teeth, firing again and again, his frustration mounting with every shot.

Johnson: It's not working, Sarge

Alex: Keep firing!

The alien ships responded. Without warning, beams of bright, concentrated energy shot from the ships, cutting through the air with terrifying precision. Alex watched in horror as one of the trucks in the barricade exploded, sending debris and bodies flying through the air. He ducked just in time as a beam sliced through the building behind him, the structure collapsing in on itself in a cloud of dust and rubble.

Johnson: They're tearing us apart!

Alex peeked over the barricade, his eyes scanning the battlefield. The alien ships hovered ominously above, their energy weapons systematically dismantling the human defenses. He could see soldiers running, some trying to take cover, others retreating. But there was no escape. The ships were everywhere, surrounding them like vultures circling a dying animal.

Alex: We need more air support!

Alex yelled into his radio, though he knew it was useless. Most of the air force had been wiped out in the first wave of attacks. What few jets they had left were being used to defend the East Coast, the last stronghold of human civilization. Another explosion rocked the ground beneath them, and Alex was thrown backward, his head slamming against the pavement. For a moment, everything went black. When he came to, his ears were ringing, and his vision was blurry. He tried to move, but pain shot through his body, forcing him to stay still.

Johnson: Sergeant! Sarge, you with us?

Johnson's voice broke through the haze, and Alex blinked, trying to focus.

Alex: i'm here.

pushing himself up to his knees. Blood trickled down the side of his face, but he ignored it. He had to stay in the fight. He had to keep going.

He looked around. The battlefield was a wasteland of fire and smoke. Buildings lay in ruins, the bodies of soldiers scattered like broken dolls. The alien ships hovered above, methodically destroying everything in their path.

And then, something changed.

The ships, which had been firing relentlessly, suddenly stopped. The humming noise intensified, becoming a deafening roar. Alex could feel it vibrating through his skull, making it hard to think. He looked up, and his heart sank. The ships were opening up as Large, dark shapes began to drop from the alien vessels, crashing to the ground with earth-shattering force.

For a moment, there was silence. Then, the ground beneath them shook as the figures began to move and land rovers crawled out of the reckage.

They were huge, towering over the remains of the Humanoid in shape but utterly alien in every other way. Their skin, if you could call it that, was a strange, metallic grey, reflecting the dim light of the setting sun. Their eyes glowed a sickly white, and long, spindly limbs stretched out from their bodies like grotesque mockeries of human form. With legs similar to spiders and mouths that gaped wide and open, Weapons long, jagged blades and energy cannons were built into their arms.

Johnson: Holy shit...

Johnson whispered, his voice barely audible over the roar of the alien machines.

Diaz: They sent ground troops...

Diaz muttered, loading another clip into his rifle.

Alex: Hold your positions!

Alex ordered, though he wasn't sure how they were going to survive this. The aliens were advancing, their movements deliberate and terrifyingly efficient.

Alex: FIRE!

He screamed, and once again, the battlefield erupted in gunfire. But this time, the aliens didn't seem to care. They marched forward through the hail of bullets, their bodies absorbing the fire as they closed in on the human soldiers. Alex aimed at one of the closest aliens, his finger trembling as he pulled the trigger. His bullets pinged off its armor, doing little more than slowing it down.

the soldiers began to retreat, scrambling over the barricades and running for cover. But there was nowhere to run. The aliens were relentless, their weapons cutting down soldiers with brutal efficiency.

Alex watched as one of the creatures reached down, grabbing a soldier and lifting him into the air. The man screamed, struggling in vain as the alien crushed him with a sickening crunch. Blood sprayed across the ground as the alien tossed the lifeless body aside to consume later moving on to its next target.

Alex: Move! Move!

Alex shouted, pulling Johnson to his feet as they ran toward the nearest building. They dove through a broken window, landing hard on the concrete floor inside.

Diaz followed close behind, his breathing heavy.

Diaz: We can't beat them, Sarge. There's too many.

Alex didn't respond. He knew Diaz was right. This wasn't a battle they were being slaughtered. The aliens had come with overwhelming force, and humanity was ill-prepared to face it.

But they had no choice. This was it. The last stand.

Outside, the sounds of battle continued, though they were growing fainter as more and more soldiers were cut down. Alex checked his rifle, knowing it was almost useless now. Still, he had to keep fighting. He had to do something.

Alex: Whatever happens, we don't stop, We fight until the end.

Johnson nodded, though his face was pale with fear. Diaz just stared at the ground, his expression blank.

And then, the wall beside them exploded.

Alex was thrown backward, his ears ringing as debris rained down around him. He coughed, struggling to breathe through the dust. When he looked up, one of the alien machines was standing in the hole it had just created. Its glowing eyes locked onto him, and for a moment, Alex felt a cold, primal terror grip his heart.

This was it.

The alien raised its arm, the blade extending from its wrist. Alex raised his rifle, knowing it wouldn't make a difference, but unwilling to go down without a fight. As the alien grabbed him up by stabbing him in the chest making blood gush out of him opening its jaw line and then chomping the man's head clean off.

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The other soldiers got up and tried to escape as well but they were...worse for wear...

Footage end

The final battle for Earth had been swift and brutal, a fight humanity never truly stood a chance of winning. Sergeant Alex "Axe" Mitchell's last moments were etched into the memories of the few survivors who had witnessed it the sight of their leader facing the inevitable with grim defiance, even as the alien invaders tore through their defenses like paper.

The alien fleet had come without warning, striking with technology and weapons far beyond human comprehension. Their ships, sleek and obsidian, moved with an eerie silence, cutting through the skies like predators, and their ground troops. Grotesque, spindly humanoids with spider-like legs and weaponized limbs turned cities into graveyards in a matter of days.

In the years that followed, humanity's numbers dwindled. The once thriving metropolises were now ruins, overgrown with nature or repurposed as outposts for the alien forces. The few remaining survivors scattered across the globe, living in hiding, forming small resistance groups that fought back as best they could.

They called it "Sticks and Stones" coined by a quote by Isaacs Newton on world war 3 and 4, A time when human voices and machines were drowned out by the unrelenting hum of the alien conquerors. The earth was now the dominion of the invaders. The roar of jets and helicopters had long since been replaced by the sound of alien ships patrolling their conquered world.

In underground bunkers and hidden forest enclaves, humanity's remnants whispered of a new hope-rumors of a weapon or a secret plan that could turn the tide, though no one knew for sure if it was real. Some said it was a myth, a desperate dream to keep the will to fight alive. Others believed there was someone out there, a leader who could unite them and find a way to strike back.

But for now, the world belonged to the aliens. And every day that passed, the memory of those who had fought and fallen in Denver faded, becoming another chapter in humanity's long, slow march toward extinction.

Still, the human spirit endured and tried to find a solution to the problem. In the aftermath of Earth's catastrophic defeat at the hands of the alien invaders, humanity faced a stark and terrifying reality: conventional weapons were utterly ineffective against the alien armada. Every missile, tank, and bullet humanity had thrown at the aliens barely scratched their advanced ships and mechanical warriors. The bitter loss of entire cities, along with millions of lives, left the survivors with one haunting question:

How do you fight back when everything you've known is obsolete?

Where do you look for answers to defeat such a threat?

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The answer emerged from the most desperate minds among the remnants of Earth's scientific community. Beneath the charred skies and in hidden, heavily guarded research facilities deep underground, some of the greatest surviving minds gathered. They represented the last glimmer of human ingenuity engineers, biologists, military strategists, and bioengineers working around the clock to find a solution. With resources running dry, and only a fraction of the military infrastructure intact, humanity's best and brightest turned to the one frontier they had long feared to cross: merging their own biology with technology.

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In a dimly lit war room, a meeting of surviving world leaders took place. The walls were lined with maps of Earth, red Xs marking the fallen cities, and holographic images of the alien fleet's unstoppable advance. The leaders sat in silence, their faces shadowed by the dim light cast from the displays. General Hayden, a man hardened by years of warfare, stood at the center, his voice steady but filled with the weight of their reality.

Hayden: Conventional warfare is useless, We've been crushed, our forces decimated. We can't match their technology, but there may be another way. A way to turn ourselves into something stronger, something that could survive their onslaught. Our scientists had proposed something radical, combining the resilience of alien biotech with human biology.

It wasn't a decision to be made lightly. Bioengineering had always been controversial, but now, the line between life and death was razor-thin. Dr. Elaine Fowler, the chief scientist in charge of the Bio-Augment program, stood next to Hayden. She wore the weight of the decision on her shoulders.

Elaine: We discovered traces of biological material left behind by the alien invaders. And have been studying it for an extremely long time, and there is something more to these aliens an their craft.

Hayden: And pls tell us what that is, Elaine.

Elaine: These aliens and their entire vehicles are essentially organic-mechanical hybrids that are more advanced than anything we've ever seen: part machine, part living organism.

Everyone in the room began to murmur with one another

Elaine: Due to how tough it is they are able to tank anything we throw at them even in their actual forms, no military weapon on earth is able to harm them as you all should know by now, but, If we can incorporate their bio-tech into human bodies, we could enhance our soldiers, make them stronger, faster, and more resilient than ever before.

She paused, watching the grim faces of the council members.

Elaine: This is so far the only way. We have the DNA samples, and we've already begun preliminary testing on lab subjects. The results... they're promising

A murmur of unease rippled through the room. Mixing human DNA with alien biology? It was a step beyond ethics. It was playing god.

President Masayoshi, one of the remaining heads of state, leaned forward. His voice was weary but resolute.

Masayoshi: What you're suggesting... is to become like them essentially.

Elaine: Yes, unfortunately.

Masayoshi: That is...monstrous of you both. But we don't have a choice, do we?

Elaine: It's Either that, or we can go with the alternative. Which is extinction.

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Footage end

Once there was an agreement with In the weeks that followed the council's reluctant approval, secret labs around the world began churning out prototypes of the first Bio-Augment soldiers. These new soldiers weren't simply fitted with mechanical exo-suits or cybernetic implants; they were fundamentally altered at the genetic level. Using the alien DNA and bio-mechanical material, human subjects underwent radical transformations.

Muscle fibers were infused with synthetic alien tissue, enhancing their strength tenfold. Nervous systems were overhauled with biomechanical enhancements, giving them near-instant reflexes and the ability to interface with advanced weaponry directly. Their bones were reinforced with a metallic composite, making them almost unbreakable. They were equipped with regenerative capabilities, allowing them to heal from wounds that would have otherwise been fatal.

But the transformations weren't without side effects. The subjects, known as the "Ascendants," experienced excruciating pain as their bodies adapted to the alien material. Some rejected the modifications entirely, resulting in grotesque mutations or even death. And those who survived? They were no longer fully human. Their skin took on an unnatural, semi-metallic sheen, their eyes glowing faintly with an eerie luminescence.

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These Ascendants were humanity's last hope. Trained in secret, these hybrid soldiers were unleashed in the battlefields that remained. As alien ships descended once more, expecting the same frail resistance, they were met with a new force. Ascendants moved with blinding speed, leaping across ruined cityscapes, their bio-enhanced bodies shrugging off energy blasts that had once disintegrated human soldiers. Their hands became living weapons, capable of tearing through the metallic exoskeletons of the alien ground troops.

For the first time since the invasion, the tide of battle shifted. Humanity was no longer helpless. These hybrid soldiers fought like demons, their bodies augmented beyond anything the aliens had anticipated. The world watched in awe and horror as the Ascendants tore through the invaders with savage efficiency As the Bio-Augment program progressed, a horrifying reality began to emerge. While the initial wave of Ascendants enhanced by alien bio-tech seemed to bring humanity's salvation, the long-term consequences became increasingly apparent. What had once been hailed as the ultimate weapon against the alien invaders was transforming into a nightmare. It began subtly, almost innocuously. The first signs of mental degradation in the Ascendants were easily mistaken for the stress of combat. A few sleepless nights here, a bout of irritability there. At first, these symptoms were attributed to the trauma of war, the toll of fighting an unrelenting alien menace.

Private Marcus Hale, one of the earliest Ascendant volunteers, was the first to report the effects. He had started hearing faint whispers in the back of his mind, like the echo of a voice he couldn't quite grasp. At first, it was manageable. He'd brush it off as nerves or exhaustion, but soon the whispers grew louder, filling his mind with incoherent murmurs during moments of silence. What made it worse was the feeling of an alien presence gnawing at the edges of his consciousness, as though something foreign had taken root within him.

The other Ascendants began experiencing similar symptoms. Hallucinations plagued them with flashes of alien landscapes and memories they couldn't possibly have known. Their minds were becoming infected, overrun by the very biotech that had saved their bodies. As the augmentation took deeper root, the psychological toll intensified. Sleep deprivation became common among the Ascendants. They were plagued by vivid nightmares visions of becoming one with the alien horde, of their bodies and minds dissolving into a mass of biomechanical tissue, indistinguishable from the invaders they fought. Worse still, when they awoke, the sensations lingered. It was as if their nightmares had seeped into reality.

General Hayden, overseeing the program, began receiving reports of violent outbursts from soldiers who had previously been level-headed and disciplined. Marcus Hale, who had once been a reliable soldier, had been found attacking the walls of his bunk, claiming he needed to "rip the metal out of his skin." Others experienced similar episodes—fits of uncontrollable rage, paranoia, and self-mutilation. They began to believe that their bodies were betraying them, that the alien material grafted into their bones and muscles was attempting to consume them from the inside.

The bio-enhancements, which had once granted the Ascendants strength, speed, and resilience, now seemed to turn against them. Their own flesh rebelled as if the alien technology was actively trying to replace what was human.

The tipping point came when the whispers in their minds evolved into a full-blown cacophony of voices. The alien biotech, it seemed, was not just a physical enhancement it carried with it a fragment of the invaders' consciousness, an imprint of their hive-mind. And as the Ascendants continued to fight and kill, the alien technology integrated more deeply into their bodies, their minds becoming intertwined with that of the alien collective.

The once-heroic soldiers began to break down, both physically and mentally. Their skin, which had taken on a metallic sheen, now appeared to ripple and writhe, as though alive. Some Ascendants would stare at their own hands for hours, convinced they were no longer in control of their limbs. They reported feeling like puppets, their movements dictated by an unseen force. Worse still, they began to hear the voices of their fallen comrades not as comforting memories, but as alien invaders inside their own heads.

Lieutenant Sarah Owens, one of the program's fiercest fighters, was found in the mess hall one evening, her face twisted in a manic grin, carving strange alien symbols into the walls with her own nails. When her squadmates tried to stop her, she screamed at them to "listen to the stars" before collapsing into violent convulsions. The symbols she had carved were eerily similar to the ones found aboard alien ships, as if she had somehow absorbed the invaders' language without ever encountering it.

In the final stage of the bio-tech madness, the Ascendants became something else entirely. No longer fully human, but not yet fully alien, they existed in a liminal state torn between their original identities and the creeping influence of the alien biotech that had fused with their very essence. Those who reached this stage became erratic, unpredictable. They could no longer distinguish friend from foe. Some Ascendants would turn on their comrades without warning, their minds lost in a fog of conflicting alien impulses. They spoke in garbled languages, combining human speech with guttural, unearthly sounds, as though their minds were slipping further away from their humanity.

Their bodies, once enhanced by the biotech, now began to deform. Alien tissue overgrew their muscles and bones, creating grotesque protrusions, unnatural tendrils of living metal that snaked out from their bodies. Their eyes, once human, glowed with an otherworldly light, and their skin became patchy, fluctuating between human flesh and smooth, chitinous armor.

Marcus Hale, who had once led his squad into battle, was now little more than a husk of his former self. He wandered the halls of the research facility, mumbling to himself in the alien language, his eyes vacant and distant. His hands twitched uncontrollably, as if guided by some unseen force, while his once-strong body had begun to deteriorate under the weight of the invasive alien material. His final act of lucidity was a plea to Dr. Fowler, the scientist who had created him:

Make it stop. I can hear them. They want to take me.

In the end, the Bio-Augment program collapsed under the weight of its own ambition. The surviving Ascendants, once hailed as saviors, were now confined to quarantine zones of dangerous, unpredictable beings who could no longer be trusted to fight for humanity. In a desperate bid to contain the growing insanity, the military authorized the euthanization of any Ascendants showing signs of mental degradation, though it was clear this was merely a temporary solution.

Humanity had fought back against the alien invaders by transforming themselves into monsters. But in doing so, they had unleashed something even more terrifying: an enemy within, one that could not be easily defeated. The once-glorious fusion of biology and technology had become a curse, and humanity found itself questioning whether it was better to face extinction than to lose its very identity in the process.

In the wake of the Bio-Augment program's catastrophic failure, humanity stood at a desperate crossroads. The biotech, while powerful, was incompatible with human physiology and sanity, leaving a trail of destruction among the very soldiers who had once been their hope. But with the alien invaders growing more aggressive by the day, abandoning the technology wasn't an option. They needed a new vessel, something more resilient, more adaptable, something from Earth's own primal past, so they studied the tech more and came to an interesting discovery, the aliens that were using this tech were extremely ancient, having a very similar genetic structure to ancient animals and creatures of the past and so with this knowledge a new project was born.

Enter Project "Bio Ancients"

The idea was radical, born out of a last-ditch effort by the world's leading geneticists, paleontologists, and military strategists. If humans couldn't withstand the alien biotechnology, perhaps creatures from Earth's distant past could. Dinosaurs and other apex predators that once ruled the planet would become the next vessels for the biotech enhancements. Through a mixture of advanced cloning techniques and genetic reconstruction, Earth's most fearsome prehistoric creatures were brought back from extinction. But these weren't simple dinosaurs; they were engineered to be smarter, stronger, and more versatile than their ancestors. Splicing human DNA into these creatures' genomes allowed them to take on humanoid forms, giving them intelligence and dexterity on par with humans while maintaining their natural, titanic strength.

The alien biotech was then fused with these enhanced species. It bonded with them far more successfully than it had with humans, merging with their biology in ways that allowed for controlled transformation between their human and prehistoric forms. These new beings could shift seamlessly from bipedal, humanoid warriors to their original dinosaur forms, towering and ferocious, built for battle.

The first batch of Bio-Ancients was assembled into specialized units, each species chosen for its unique abilities and combat strengths. Tyrannosaurid rexes became heavy frontline fighters, capable of absorbing massive amounts of damage while dishing out powerful, bone-crushing blows. Dromaeosaurs served as agile recon scouts, slipping in and out of enemy lines with ease, their claws now enhanced by the biotech to shred through even the toughest alien armor. Ceratopsidae and Sauropods, clad in bio-tech-enhanced plates and spines, provided defensive support, shielding human forces and other Bio-Ancients with their massive frames.

Each Creature had their own human form, usually larger than a normal person but far more nimble and intelligent than their prehistoric ancestors. Their minds were sharp, and their loyalty to humanity unwavering. In human form, they could strategize, communicate, and operate complex machinery, but when the battle began, they could transform into their true, devastating dinosaur forms.

In combat, they were nothing short of terrifying. In their human forms, they moved with superhuman speed and precision, wielding weapons with unnatural strength. But it was their transformations that truly turned the tide of battle. When the signal was given, their human bodies would contort and shift with terrifying speed, their skin splitting and bones enlarging as they erupted into their true selves. Alien bio-tech integrated into their flesh would glow as energy coursed through their veins, their eyes gleaming with a mix of primal fury and tactical intelligence. Armor-like scales would form across their bodies, providing additional protection from the alien weapons, while biomechanical enhancements turned their natural weapons teeth, claws, tails into instruments of destruction.

The war dramatically shifted the balance of power in humanity's favor. With their ability to fight in both human and dinosaur forms, they became unpredictable to the alien forces. One moment they were agile, human-like warriors coordinating with human forces, and the next, they were towering dinosaurs capable of crushing even the largest alien war machines beneath their feet. But it wasn't just their physical prowess that gave them the edge it was their intelligence. In human form, they were able to plan and adapt in ways the aliens had never encountered. Working alongside human commanders, they were able to outmaneuver the invaders, using their transformations tactically, shifting between forms to exploit weaknesses in the alien defenses.

As the Bio-Ancients proved their worth on the battlefield, they were no longer seen as mere tools of war, but as allies and saviors of the human race. With their unique ability to transform between human and dinosaur forms, they walked a delicate line between two worlds, understanding both humanity's struggle and the primal power of their dinosaur lineage. Their intelligence and loyalty earned them not just respect but reverence. Humans began to see the Bio-Titans as the future of their species, a perfect blend of Earth's ancient past and advanced alien technology, capable of facing the threats of tomorrow. And with the Bio-Ancients by their side, humanity began to turn the tide against the alien invaders, fighting not just for survival but for dominance in a universe where both species human and Bio-Ancients could stand as equals, united by a singular goal: reclaiming Earth from the stars.

As the Bio-Ancients brought victory after victory, humanity began to believe they had found the perfect solution to the alien threat. The hybrid warriors, a blend of primal power and advanced technology, seemed unstoppable. But beneath the surface, cracks were beginning to form, both in the Bio-Ancients themselves and the fragile alliance they had built with humanity.

At first, the failures were isolated glitches in the biotech, temporary malfunctions that caused some Bio-Ancients to shift uncontrollably between forms. Some of them that were steadfast protectors, suddenly lost control during a training exercise, rampaging through a human city in its full dinosaur form, crushing buildings and lives beneath its massive feet. These incidents were dismissed as isolated technical problems, quickly repaired and forgotten.

But the truth was more insidious.

The alien biotech, designed for organisms far more complex and alien than any Earth-born creature, was beginning to strain these creatures. Though the dinosaurs had once adapted to harsh conditions, the constant toggling between their human and dinosaur forms was taking a toll. The transformations, once seamless, became increasingly painful, unpredictable. In their human forms, they began experiencing bursts of primal rage, struggling to control their instincts. Their minds sharpened by human intelligence but still rooted in a more primal psyche began to unravel under the pressure. As more Bio-Ancients began to suffer from erratic behavior, fear spread through the human ranks. Incidents of Bio-Ancients turning on their human allies became more frequent. Sensing the growing chaos, the alien invaders seized the opportunity to strike back. The fractured human and Bio-Ancients forces, once united, were now vulnerable. The aliens deployed new weapons specifically designed to target the weaknesses of the Bio-Titans. They had studied the hybrid creatures, finding ways to overload the biotech in their systems, causing catastrophic failures during transformation. Humanity and the bio-ancients began to succumb to these attacks. Some were trapped mid-transformation, their bodies grotesquely twisted between forms, while others were rendered immobile as the alien energy overloaded their systems, leaving them vulnerable to swift annihilation.

In one of the final, desperate battles, a massive alien fleet launched an assault on Earth. The Bio-Ancients, depleted and fractured, fought valiantly, but their coordination had crumbled. With no unity between their human allies and their own kind, they stood no chance against the organized alien onslaught. The last great stronghold of humanity fell in a single night. Cities were burned, and military bases were obliterated by overwhelming alien firepower.

With the loss of their best weapon, humanity's greatest hope was shattered. The alien invaders, now unchallenged, tightened their grip on the planet. As civilization crumbled, the few remaining humans were forced to flee underground, into hidden bunkers and deep caverns, abandoning the surface to the alien forces.

In the shadows, humanity licked its wounds, mourning the loss of their Bio-Titan allies and the collapse of their dream of victory. Their numbers were drastically reduced, and survival became their only goal. The bunkers became cities of despair, where people whispered stories of the Bof how these creatures once saved humanity, only to ultimately doom them. Some of these animals, those who had survived the alien onslaught and escaped humanity's wrath, disappeared into the wilderness. Now, without purpose or allies, they roamed the desolate world, struggling with their own deteriorating bodies and minds. Some sought solitude, trying to find peace in their primal nature, while others fell into madness, becoming feral creatures and eventually incorporating themselves into the ecosystem of the planet.

And as for the alien invasion, due to how demolished their forces were the aliens left the planet seeing it as a waste of time promising to come back when things were better for their takeover, however some rumored that they simply conquered the planet earth but not in the way that humanity intended. Whatever the case, the world was changed...forever..

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