(This is a start of a new story, my first sci-fi/magic story, even though this is my third, just let new people know that sometimes my first part of my story is weird, it is all part. Sorry to let you read my notice, but enjoy! Always don't own TTs but the story, again sorry!)

PROLOGUE

The days were becoming dark and dreary. Soon the warm weather will turn dreadfully cold, the coming of the winter seasons. Wilson thought as he was walking down a crowded street of the capital, Desieve.

Nobody was particularly paying any attention to him; despite he was dressed in a dark-gray army uniform of the Azerovian army, while Wilson was carrying a helmet that was half orange and half black. To the Azerovians they respected the army so well they don't bother them by staring at them, even if the soldier was blind in one eye…

Wilson was part of a super-race called Azerovia, a race of powerful humans that has developed magic into a industrialized industry…Azerovia and its vast galactic empire that has conquered most of it planetary neighbors over the vast centuries and just conquered in a short while the people of Azarath…therefore Azerovia is the most civilization in the universe as far as they know.

Wilson was heading for the military compound in the heart of the city. He was called barely from his pregnant wife to come immediately to the compound for a new assignment. From the many years of service the Azerovian Empire and the it's emperor, Wilson thought after helping them supplant the Azarathian people from their rebellion, he would retire and raise his unborn child in peace and not torn by war.

When he entered the compound, Azerovian guards of black and grey stood attention and bowed respectively to Wilson. Wilson nodded to let the soldiers know he was grateful for their respect and the guards opened the door. After walking down the corridors Wilson finally made it the huge briefing room that only contained a log table, Azerovian senators, generals sat by the sides while the emperor himself was seated up front.

"Glad you could make it, Slade." The emperor said, dressed in the Azerovian colors of the army to show he was in the military mood. Slade was Wilson's first name, (from now on he will be called Slade) with that Slade had a huge reputation of ruthlessness and cunning that also earned him the title deathstroke…

"Pleasure my lord." Slade said as he sat at the other end of the table.

The emperor, old in age, stood from his chair slowly, his bones ached from the stress of moving about. Slowly the emperor cleared his throat and said, "Now that we are here we can get down to business," the emperor pulled out a crystal, he held it out towards the table, slowly the emperor released his grip and the crystal hovered above the table. Then a blinding flash light lit the room a screen appeared.

Immediately the "screen" showed the important men a different race of humans. To the Azerovians anyone not loyal to Azerovia or its emperor is a different race. The crystal showed that these barbaric humans were divided amongst territorial boundaries and crude in nature. Then it showed starvation and decay to a dark skinned color of "barbarians". Then turned the picture to a world covered in ice and snow that men were bundled by clothing of some kind and were being pulled by hair small creatures that were pulling a sled with the man on it.

The generals and senators thought of it crude and funny, but Slade found them interesting. Azerath, which was put down, was a race that was fully religious, worshiping different gods and demons, everyone dressed the same, almost looked the same. Slade thought they were odd, but who ever these humans were they were different in culture and skin.

As the pictures flashed from different species of animals, lovely scenery, peaceful then it all turned military. Soon, pictures of fast moving machines in the air, armored vehicles, floating vassals launching rockets and such. The generals thought these were interesting, but as they watch more intensely, the screen showed a massive explosion destroyed all in its path that the clouds eventually formed a mushroom cloud…

The crystals picture disappeared and the crystal floated back into the Azerovian emperor's hand. He didn't speak for a moment, letting the pictures he had shown sink in. Finally he said:

"Here gentlemen, we are facing a race that is well armored and well fought. Unlike the many people were brought into our empire, they were united but with no military experience. These people are divided but are well militarized. They have from what we saw are culturally different and skin is a facture. Many have suffered and died. As soon as the rebellion in Azarath is put down I want to prepare to invade this new world."

"Excellent my lord," the senators and generals said to the emperor with great praise. Slade knew suck-ups when he saw one, or rather multiple. But it didn't mean Slade wasn't concerned.

Slade raised his hand, the emperor pointed to him; "You want us to invade another world when one of our own planetary provinces is in revolt?" the emperor only nodded. "Frankly pictures don't tell much. We don't know why they are different and divided, we even don't know what their reaction will be and if that massive explosion is powerful as that is, we are out matched." As soon Slade said that generals began to mutter amongst themselves.

"An excellent point Slade," the emperor said. "Truly these barbarians are more mysterious than any life form we ever seen. All we know is they aren't magically gifted but their knowledge of non-magi tech is extraordinary. Before we start our invasion, we need some close observation of these non-magi race. " The emperor glanced around the table, he knew who to pick, but he made sure the others were kept to their nerves when he glanced at Slade Wilson.

"Will you lead the mission, Slade?" the emperor asked.

Slade wasn't shocked by the notion. He wanted to tell the emperor off but that wasn't his nature. My wife is going to skin for this, Slade thought sadly. Ever since he married his wife, Lucy, Slade wanted to spend time with her, but with military movement amongst the empire and the rebellion of Azarath, almost twenty years since they finally were able to conceived a child, which they were going to name Rose.

"Thy will be done," Slade said bowing his head in respect.

"Good, now senators we need the support of the other subjects for this mission, so your job as always to rally military draft. Generals are to plan the timing of the invasion which all will rely on Slade's observation." The emperor said. With the gesture of his hand, sign that the meeting was over, the men in the room got up from the table and left one by one, except Slade.

When everyone was gone, Slade spoke, "There is more to this, my lord."

The emperor anticipated Slade's curiosity. He smiled and said, "Yes, despite their many tribes and nations, they aren't to be taken lightly. If this non-magis could harness the power of the stars without magic they are a far greater threat than the Azarathians could possible be. I need you Slade to give us a sketch of how these people work."

"Yes, my lord." Slade answered, still he felt uneasy.

The emperor raised his eyebrow in his own curiosity. "I'm sure Lucy will understand." He said.

"You don't know her," Slade replied, both of them laughed. "Of course I need to return to Azarath to ready my team." The emperor nodded, Slade bowed and walked away, even though he felt a little at ease, but one thing still bugged him.

Looking back at the emperor, Slade asked, "By the way what is the name of the planet?"

The emperor looked at Slade, and answered, "Earth."

(Slade an alien? if that doesn't explain alot? Just to warn, I won't continue but it will depend on the reviews. So if this sounds intresting, and want to continue, let me know.) N2Darkness