This disclaimer applies to the entire story: Star Wars belongs to Disney and anything else recognizable belongs to their respective owners. For instance, any reference to Iron Man will not be particularly disclaimed, but it is implied through this disclaimer that it belongs to Marvel. Also, the Focus belongs to Toyota. Thank you for your understanding.

Prologue

A day that it all began was… quiet. I know that is the cliché of cliché's but it was a typical, quiet, hot, sticky summer day in Maycomb. A kind of day that everyone in Alabama knew as a day that you retreated inside, turned up the air, and made sweet tea. At school (I was only fifteen then), the air-conditioners' were humming up a storm, a hive of sluggish bees stupefied by the heat. Even for a girl born and raised in the South, walking outside was like stepping into an oven and then wrapping a blanket around your face. This is a common aliment of people new to this area, but even 110 degrees Fahrenheit and 76% humidity is difficult for even the hardiest. I suppose if the following events never occurred, all the day would be remembered for was the record temperatures and the amazing fact that there were no tornados at all. But overall it was a normal day until they came…

Chapter One

Arrival To Earth

"Alana, where and when was the Battle of Bunker Hill fought?" A tall, dark man tapped a pointer against a chalkboard, a wide grin stretched across his face.

A girl shifted in her seat before answering confidently, "The battle was fought on June 17th, 1775 on and around Breed's Hill, which is next to Bunker Hill. If possible, Mr. Grant's face stretched even wider. "Correct, now who can tell me…"

With her teacher's voice tuned out, Alana turned her face toward the window and watched what little life there was go by. A few cars, a moving truck, and a few people on foot that looked torn between moving as fast as they could to get out of the heat or moving slowly to keep from becoming hotter. Alana wasn't a bad student, in fact she mostly received A's, the problem was that she had sat in on this class as an AP last year, which she wouldn't have done if she had known that it would be mandatory to take the class the next year. So, she half listened to Mr. Grant just in case he gave out some new information, but mostly it was just a rehashed version of last year's class. Tucking a strand of what Ms. Clark, the hairdresser, called mahogany hair behind her ear, she glanced at the clock just as it rang. She strode up to the desk to receive her homework and to thank her teacher before walking from the room. If this was what the first day of high school was like, Alana didn't know how she could survive the torture.

Squinting her clear blue eyes against the shimmer of the heat, Alana quickly ran out of the building and slid into the front passenger seat of Mrs. Andrews', her foster-mother, car. The gray-haired woman smiled, "How was it, Alana?"

The girl allowed herself a smile. "Fine, ma'am. It's bit boring, but I'll get used to it." She shifted her backpack from her lap to the floor.

The woman chuckled as she pulled out onto the highway that passed the school. "If I remember my first day of high school correctly, it was anything but boring." She leant over and patted Alana's knee. "It will get easier."

Alana grinned. "It's a bit too easy already. I guess I'm kind of spoiled by the last home."

Letting out a bark of laughter, Mrs. Andrews replied, "I guess home-schooling could be considered that. You were definably a special case," she joked.

Alana giggled. "I know. I know I've said this a thousand times, but thank you for everything."

"I know dear, we may not have the same beliefs but I knew that I could help you make the transition. Now, do you have everything?"

Leaning over and reaching under the seat, Alana pulled out a small cloth bag and peeked inside. She nodded, sitting up and pulling it up and setting it on her lap.

"Good. Now have fun and try to make some friends, okay sweetie?" requested the woman as they pulled into a parking lot.

"I'll try," smiled Alana as she stepped from the sedan, "bye!"

The Toyota pulled away and Alana raced across the lot and into the cool air-conditioned building. She had been here once before and head straight for the changing rooms where she pulled on her tights, a plain, short-sleeved black leotard, and swept her hair up into a simple, secure braided bun before entering the studio. A giggling group of girls sat stretching and warming up. One looked up and spotted her. "Alana, right? Come over and join us. Mrs. Childs will be here in a few minutes."

Alana made her way over to the blonde's side and dropped to the floor, mimicking the other girl as they both stretched their hamstrings. The other girl stopped and held out her hand. "My name's Mary."

Alana shook her hand before transitioning into a quad and hip opener stretch. "Nice to meet you." The girls continued to stretch in companionable silence until they both finished with splits just before the instructor stepped into the room. Jumping up, the girls raced over to the bar and curtsied, greeting, "Good Afternoon, Mrs. Childs!"

"Good Afternoon! Now get your shoes on and we will warm up. Did everyone stretch?"

"Yes!"

"Good. Let's start with plié releves. Grace, try to not roll onto the box quite yet and…"

Alana went through the steps, twirled, and just de-stressed. Classical Ballet was her escape from everything that went on in her life. It was never painful for her to dance en pointe. She wasn't a perfect dancer, Mrs. Childs must have corrected more than any of the other students, but even if she didn't wear pads, it just was like wearing normal shoes. She didn't get corns or blisters either, let alone lose a toenail. So ballet was the perfect relaxing escape.

Of course, all good things must come to an end and an hour and a half later, Alana found herself in the changing room pulling on her dress and sandals again. As she walked out of her cubicle, Mary stuck her head into the room and handed her number and email to her. "I've got to go, but email me and we'll get to know each other better, sound good?"

Alana laughed happily. "Absolutely!"

The girls ran through the still muggy afternoon and to their cars. As she slipped into the Focus, Alana announced, "I made a friend!"

The woman laughed, "Good job! What's her name?"

"Mary," answered the girl, buckling up, "We're going to chat later today by email or something like that."

"Good, now…" Her phone interrupted her. She pushed a button and asked, "Hello?"

A slightly panicked voice asked, "Jane, where are you?"

Mrs. Andrews frowned. "I just left Alana's ballet class, Chris. What's wrong?"

An explosion was heard in the background, before someone was heard cursing. "Go home, but don't expect me back tomorrow. We're under attack."

"Chris, you're in D.C.! What do you mean?!"

"There are extraterrestrials firing on us from these triangular ships. The word is," another explosion a little farther away, "The word is that the President was somehow able to talk to them, but all they wanted was our unconditional surrender, the whole Earth's surrender. The only good thing about this is that they appeared to be at least mostly human except for their commander who looks like a huge black robot." Another explosion much closer, "I've got to go, but if I don't see you again, know that I love both of you."

"I love you too, Chris."

"Love you and I'll be praying, Colonel!"

The phone hung up and Alana closed her eyes in a quick prayer before squeezing Mrs. Andrews's hand. "I'm sure he'll be fine!"

The woman smiled. "You're right. He'll be just fine. Everything will be just fine."

Far above the surface, a large, dark armored man loomed over his bridge, his breaths loud and raspy like a respirator. No one would stand in his path. His forces have begun their arrival to earth.

Hello Everybody!

I decided to post another 'write the chapter – post it' story while I work on my Avenger's story. I have lost all inspiration with Angels at the moment, so it's on hiatus but I will complete it… sometime.

Avid fic readers might recall seeing two fics that I have read, one that is still on going and the other I can't recall the name. One is the epic (and I mean as in the Iliad) Tarkin's Fist and the other is about Luke going to the dark side and becoming part of the Palpatine Dynasty, an actual one as he is Luke's grandfather. Both fics came to mind when I thought of this, but I just wanted to mention that this story and theirs have the following in common. The Empire is attacking Earth and it will be a bit drawn out, maybe, but Darth Vader is in charge and is in the right time too. Palpatine is Vader/Anakin's father and is a bit less… I don't know evil, cruel? That is the extent of it and I am not stealing their ideas, but I did read those fics, so I wanted all my cards on the table. Both fics are extremely good, so go and read them!

Also, there is a very famous book that I referenced in the prologue. Can you find it?

Finally, the chapter name came from the Transformer's song by the same name and is the backround for the written trailer I wrote. Would you people like to see in the notes or my profile? And the story name is what I consider the theme song of this story and it is from Man of Steel.

I apologize for the long AN!

Please Review! It makes me feel like updating faster and you may be able to affect the course of the story! Do you want to see the trailer? What do you think of my disclaimer?