Got this idea a few days ago, and finally finished it. Yay~ Go aliens and their conquering! It's perfect for countries isn't it~

It was exactly two years after we defeated the resistance that had been the last obstacle to our purification of the tiny planet called Land of Rising Stars. The locals called it year 1202. It was cute, how short their life on this planet was compared to our 31,998 years on our Home planet. The resistance itself was cute. Smaller than any of the planets we'd previously purified. They were easily crushed and the 'People', as they called themselves in their own odd language, gave up and accepted us as their new leaders. Not a single man in the resistance survived.

Everyone thought that that was it. There would be no more trouble from the 'People'. They thought peace had finally fallen. That was our first mistake.

It was hidden from the public, but there had been a few incidents that raised eyebrows until we finally caught one of the bastards responsible. He was interrogated of course. Eventually we got him to talk. He told us where the Rebellion, or 'Rising Stars' as they were known, was hiding and I –being the obvious choice- was dispatched to take out the leader, an Alfred Jones.

Alfred Jones. We didn't have much information on him, except for him being an orphan born before the Purification process. That's why he wasn't in the system. And why he was the perfect leader to something like this. But, I mean, they couldn't be that strong yet, right? We underestimated them.

That was our second mistake.

-Skippy-

The air was thick with moisture. It was harder to breathe than it should have been with this planet's oxygen levels. Like a rag held to my face that I had to breathe through if I wanted to get any air at all. Even when I breathed through my mouth instead of my nostrils, the air reaching my brain still seemed limited. Why anyone would live in such horrid climate was beside me. But, I guess when you're hiding from people like me you would want to go to someplace that we wouldn't go of our own free will.

I would never come here on my vacation days, that's for damn sure. Sure, I guess the scientists would find interest in these ruins. They showed what life had been like for the people before we came. Simple buildings, probably a small city or town. It couldn't have been anything like the one I now took up residence in. It was far bigger than this handful of buildings. This town was what you would call a 'one stoplight town'. And the truth rang from those words, for as I continued to walk through the rubble, a single broken stoplight lay in my path.

I stepped over it gingerly, for fear that I might get electrocuted by the sparking wire protruding from the greenish light. It blinked, drawing my attention, before I continued on my path riddled with obstacles to what appeared to be a simple tunnel underground. When I was briefed for this 'mission' they showed me a map of the subway station. Most likely the 'Rising Stars' were hiding out in one of the abandoned subway cars. It wasn't that bad of a hiding place if you asked me.

I tried to remember the history of the battle that happened here. It wasn't that hard to guess. The fighting started the moment we were seen. The 'People' were the ones to fire first at us. As it was our law, we had already taken our fallen back to their families, but decayed bodies of the 'People' still littered the ground. It was obvious the losing side of the battle and not just from the fact that I stood there today. The damage to the city and the number of bodies on the ground was astronomical. I guess the resistance wasn't as small as I thought.

Just then, a noise made me pull out my sidearm and aim it to my right. My gaze fell upon myself. It was a window to one of the fallen buildings that had miraculously retained its glass. As I looked at my reflection I had to admit, I was pretty handsome. The uniform all of us were supposed to wear fit me well. The king –that git- said I was practically born in uniform. The black of the outfit clashing with my pale skin, the green bringing out my eyes. My eyes. Probably my most dashing feature. They were a brilliant green that even that git of a king admitted were handsome. My blonde hair was shiny and wet from my morning shower, already starting to dry in this ungodly heat. It fell to about shoulder length, like the king ordered everyone to have. Anyone who didn't was sent to jail until they did. The eyebrows,-the ones most of my family had mocked nonstop for years- had been knit together with concern, but I relaxed as I realized nothing was there.

Shaking off the sudden odd feeling I got, I continued on the path to the entrance to the subway station. It was dark and covered with graffiti. As I walked down the stairs, I felt as if I was walking down to Hell. One odd feeling after another. I didn't really know why I even felt this way. It wasn't that deep into the ground, nor was it that dark or hot.

The whole station had lost its power after the fight, so the only light came from the top of the stairs I was descending. After about a hundred feet down, the light disappeared completely as did most of the humidity. I pulled out a flashlight. The light made a click as I turned it on, displaying a circle on the far wall. I blinked a little against the sudden light, before continuing my journey down, down, down.

The first thing I saw was just a shadow cast on the wall. Starting slightly, I pointed the flashlight back at where it had slid across previously. There, slumped up against the wall with a rifle rested against his shoulder, sat the man I had been sent there to kill. His straw colored hair glinted oddly due to light from the cylinder in my grasp. The shadow fell across his face, but I could still tell from the slow rise and fall of his chest that he was asleep. An easy kill.

I raised my government issued sidearm and aimed it at his head. This would be an easy. Simple shot to the head and the threat to our safety would be gone. We could live in peace again. It would be so easy. This idiot had basically just handed himself over to me. This beast that would gladly kill any of my kind just for fun would be gone with one pull of a trigger.

Then why couldn't I pull that trigger?

I focused and started to pull it back with my pointer finger. It moved but just before it was enough to kill, I stopped. I couldn't pull it back any farther. I couldn't shoot this helpless looking man. I just couldn't find the will to do it. Was it because he was so helpless. Because it was so easy?

I opened my mouth to wake him up. If I did wake him up, then it would be a fair fight. I might get hurt, even shot, but in the life or death battle I'd at least be able to shoot him. But, the second after I opened my mouth, pain exploded on the back of my head. Falling forward, I heard shouting before everything went absolutely blank.

Yay~ This was a fun idea I got! Heh, I hope it actually works out~