Author: Hello to all my readers and welcome to another story written by your's truly, Melmia. Please note to all the new comers, this story is actually a squeal to another story called 'Kootyitis ZaGr' and if you wish to understand most of this story, you may want to take a look at that little snippet. Check it out under 'My Stories' on my profile page. As for my current followers/previous reviewers, I hope you all enjoyed the sneak-peak of this chapter I presented in your PM inbox and I also hope you all enjoy the continuation of this story. I know I left the majority of my readers in shock at the ending of my last chapter, but keep in mind the story was called 'Kooyitis' for a reason. Zim was diseased and so I thought since Zim no longer had the illness, why continue to call it that? So... that was The End on THAT story. Now, however, is another plot. Same great OC characters, but now, many years have passed and circumstances have changed for each antagonists, protagonists, static, dynamic, round and flat characters. And when I say circumstances have changed, I mean they really, REALLY, changed. The kids have now grown and have to deal with much bigger problems. I have all this story planned out and outlined, and I hope you will stay with me on this journey of many genres, so comment, follow, and favorite.
This chapter may be short, but its just enough to get the setting underway.
On that note, I wrote this chapter with a vibe from the song Humanity by the Scorpions, so it would be recommended to listen to that while reading this chapter. Hope you like rock. But hey, if you don't wanna, you don't gatta.
Chapter Update: 05 July, 2015
CHAPTER ONE
HUMANITY
It has been exactly seven years since the arrival of the Irken race to a little planet called Earth.
Seven years lost.
Depending on what area you were at on planet Earth, all depended on the lifestyle you underwent. It was always the major cities that suffered the most during these hard times of war, famine, and disease. The rebellion was on the rise, yet the majority hid in forests, sewers, and mountains, but there were always some group of rebels attempting to pick at the many flocks of aliens who conqured their civilation.
There were countless number amounts of these vile creatures, and they were posted along international borders, major cities, oilwell refineries and big-business processed-snack warehouse distribution centers. These beings were being lead by two of their own, and ever since word had gotten out to the rebels that their precious rulers have fallen ill, the humans did not hesitate to give it all they had in the fight against the green ones, but try as they had might, attempts were always futile. The poor, pathetic humanoids never knew what to fight with. The soldiers were well equipped, seeing as how they forced something like martial law on all the humans on the very day of the big blackout. Biological and non-biological war with the aliens proved ineffective, only confirming that even though these creatures we part only part machine, they were indestructible.
That in itself was a mystery for the humans.
The day of the big blackout.
None could remember the events that led to the point of the unavoidable invasion. One moment you would have been driving, listening to the radio, or enjoying a TV dinner with your family, and next thing you knew, you were outside, creating monuments of these aliens. It was bizarre to say the least. It was a moment in all of human history that no one could remember anything, so it was given the name of the big blackout among the remaining survivors.
Yet, because of that sole reason, it never prepared the human race for what was to come in the following days.
It was a hostile takeover and no one could save the humans, no matter how much they prayed to their gods and goddesses. On the first day following the big blackout, the aliens cut off all telecommunications, took and destroyed all man-made firearms, killed those who opposed and kidnapped hostages.
Days turned into weeks as the aliens formed up-and-running concentration camps all around the world, tagged, beat, humiliated, mutilated, slaved, tested, and murdered men, women and children alike. To be tagged meant to lose your whole identity. All around GPS tracking, monies control, and with the ability to monitor health, meant also the ability to end their life. The aliens could track you, monitor your conversations, cut off your monies so you could not buy medicine, food, water and other necessities that can only be bought within the camps. It felt like being cattle and those that could get away from being captured into this hell were the lucky ones. Well, that's what the cattle thought atleast.
Some of the higher ranking aliens took it upon themselves to take a few of the stong-willed humans and break them into a form of slaving for themselves. They believed that if they could manipulate their logic, the humans could aid them in the fight against the resistance.
On that nore, the rebellions were an other issue.
Even with them on the move, it was still luck to even stay formed. Those bastard aliens had the ability to appear as a human. With the aliens' ability to sneak in their layer of trust through disguises, holograms, and secrets, the humans stood no chance in a surprise capture for the unbearable tagging. Yet there were also the pacts of human rebels that were smart enough to check if new comers were aliens in disguise. 'Trust no one' was their motto, but in most cases, even if they could prove their humanity as oppose to being an alien undercover, their was also a risk of human spies, whom the aliens brainwashed into aiding them.
Even if they could survive those terrible odds, there was always the devastation of shortage of food, water, medicine, and everything else the armada seized from the humans. All was scarce in farmlands, hospitals, convenience stores, and more, leaving only aliens to roam freely in the streets. Attempting to thieve from the supply holds was a risk, but it was always worth it to feed the hungry, heal the wounded, and save the sick.
The streets themselves were quite, riddled with debris from buildings that were destroyed during the first and second wave of the armadas arrival. This being the only clue to how chaotic the situation was during the times of alien arrival. Now, the only animation was that of soldiers scouting for humans and/or talking amongst themselves.
Yes, the cities did suffer the most, but after a year since their arrival, the aliens managed to invent a contraption that changed the weather. Their kind eventually found the element in the water that had acidic properties to their contact of skin, and so they created a device that would actually separate and conceal that element from the earth's water supply, leaving it still safe for human consumption, and non-threatening for alien contact. They only allowed it to rain for the sake of the human crops, human hydration, and harvestation for human bathing.
With all this pain and distruction, all hope for humanity was not lost. There were hidden villages in many parts of the world, protected by rebels of higher merit. The village sustained themselves with farmlands, cattle, irrigation systems, housing, and most of all, camouflage. The villages were in trees, where metal hung from branches. When the concept was new, no one believed it would work. In fact people laughed at the fool for a ridiculous idea of hanging metal off tree branches, but after days turned to weeks, weeks turned to months, then months to years, no one thought the idea was stupid anymore. The only issue with the villages was the inability to obtain medicine, and communication with their outside world was just as scarce.
All in all, either you were tagged, or not. Either way, there was surly going to be suffering.
On the fourth year of the aliens arrival, the co-leaders passed away. That was the only hope the humans had for freedom, but it was short lived when word traveled that another was to take their place.
At first, there was no difference in days passed, but soon, the armada was winning the war against the rebels, then for a moment, the rebels had the upper hand. The war between the two always teetered back and fourth, leaving the humans to only hope they can live to fight another day. This has gone on for seven years since the new alien leader has taken command.
A total of seven years... Seven years lost.
This is the setting of what is soon to come to change both the human and alien worlds alike.
Author: Well that was short, but at least it's a start. After all, I just wanted to set the scene. Hope I did it ok. Let me know what you all think so far. RRRAAA! I'm so eager for reviews! *crosses fingers* here's to wishing for a bigger fan base. I will try to finish the next chapter ASAP, but its kind of problematic when (1) my job requires being on call 24/7/365 (2) family time (3) only able to type through phone as I am rarely around a computer in my downtime, and (4) my phone sucks at doing such a task.
Also, I am in the midst of creating another story involving Sesshomaru and an American girl with no understanding of the Japanese language. PM me of you want to get a PM on a sneak peak when its ready. Keep in mind, I'm still working on the storyline until I can finish the first chapter.