The Invasion

The unknown being that aimed his strange and alien weapon at the Eds was currently distracted. A raccoon had jumped at the droid, scratching it, much to the automated machine's irritation. While this spectacle occurred, Ed and his allies continued through the dense forest.

"What is happening!?" asked Double D, as they traversed down the unfamiliar dirt path. "Bad, evil, robots!" alerted Ed, as he dragged them down the forest. "Ed, I'm getting a rash, stop being so rough!" complained Eddy. "Quickly, Ed, we must reach sanctuary!" reminded Double D. The fleet was still menacingly staring down at Earth, occupying its atmosphere. Scores of strangely designed fighter jets decimated entire towns within a few seconds. No military could efficiently combat the new enemy.

The big oaf, Ed, ran out of energy, and dropped his two friends onto a random street that they came across. "Oh, I hope the kids in the Cul-De-Sac are faring better than we are." Spoke Double D worriedly. Eddy was staring at the sky, hand in front of his eyes to shield them from the Sun's wrath. The thirteen dreadnaughts that had originally shown themselves in Earth's atmosphere were missing three. Only ten cruisers remained, and they continued their violent campaign of destruction. "This aint good." Stated Eddy, who's face was beading with sweat. "Did we bring any clothes on this escapade?" asked Eddward. "No, nothing but buttered toast for nourishment!" proudly responded Ed. Eddy growled in frustration, but refrained himself from jumping on the mostly innocent oaf.

The trio were walking down an empty road. Only a few cars, and most of their drivers had panicked faces, and all of them were pointing and shrieking at the alien fleet in the atmosphere. The sign said: Arizona Nevada Border 5 miles

Ed fed his friends Buttered Toast, as Eddward began a discussion about the origin of the enemy fleet. "Maybe that Sinvos character and his goons were the fleet's scouting party?" suggested Eddward. "If they were, don't ya think they'd shoot us as soon as they saw us?" retorted Eddy. The two were being carried on Ed's shoulders. "True, true. The fact remains, this is decisive evidence that we are not alone, and that Earth has been caught in a conflict that most likely spans most of the stars." Said Eddward. "Earth's survivability is being questioned and tested by these foreigners. The only way we can survive the conflict is by allying with a side." Said Double D. "Well, that armored guy said that they were good and their enemies are pure evil." Said Eddy. "That could just be propaganda. We can't instantly believe what an offworlding being tells us." Retaliated Eddward.

Before the two could continue their unusually civilized conversation, Ed grabbed both of them and put them down on the road. "Something wicked this way comes." He stated, before pointing straight ahead. The border guards were gone, and the area seemed to be abandoned. Instead, a few black and bulky objects stood at the area, whirring sounds emitting from them. "Most likely another one of the invading enemies. We have to avoid detection." Resolved Double D, while waving away some stray patches of dirt and other miscellaneous items caught on his orange shirt. "How?" asked Eddy. "I got it!" replied Ed, before using his strength to capture his two compatriots, and throw them over the mechanical beings at the border.

"Miss Pauling, come here." Commanded Helen, the Administrator of the Badlands War. "Yes, Ma'am?" inquired Pauling, her immensely loyal assistant. Rather than inform Pauling, the Administrator held up one boney finger at the television in front of them. A shaky cameraman was recording several black fighters zapping entire skyscrapers into oblivion. Mechanical beings emitted red death beams at the human populace, incinerating them, some suffering more violent deaths than others. Eventually, one of the mechanical beings, a spindly one, aimed his laser gun at the cameraman and fired. The screen went static. Pauling's face was of fear, and Helen was actually chuckling. "Good, good. Now the government's rampant attempts to shut us down are permanently stunted." Gleefully spoke Helen. "But, these aliens, they might come and destroy us, too." Worriedly responded the crony, Pauling. "They will not have the time. And, if they will, I'll dedicate all available resources to combat the threat." Confidently said the Administrator.

Eddy was still coughing out dirt as they passed the Grand Canyon, one of the Earth's most intimidating and amazing natural formations. "I'm still questioning your rather brash decision, Ed. Your recklessness could have caused us some serious injury, young man!" lectured Double D. Eddy had no words, dirt was still clogged in his windpipe. The gravel crackling under the shoes of the triumvirate annoyed Eddy, but he opted to ignore. Nowadays, Eddy learned that Double D would instantly dawn a long lecture upon him whenever he wanted to express all his bottled up rage in a tirade. Whether it be his parent's arguing, or the crummy situation of an alien organization wiping out Earth's militaries.

General Grievous kept steady eyes focused on the space surrounding the planet known as Earth. His capital ship: The Invisible Hand, and a massive Starfleet of Separatist Warships, had laid siege to the planet. The rest of the system's planets were mainly inhospitable, at least to organic life. The cyborg monster, adorning his trademark cape, was inquiring his Tactical Droid on the bridge, TX-800.

"What is the situation of the Republic's war in the Outer Rim?" asked the General. "Sir, your combined forces, along with those of the MegaCorporations allied in our cause, are smashing Republic presence in the Rim. Although we are suffering heavy losses pushing them back. The Mid Rim is heavily fortified, and the Republic is bringing in its most skilled Jedi Warriors to push our armies back." Spoke TX-800. "Good, hahahaha. We will clear a path straight to Coruscant. Has Osi Sobeck's famed Citadel yielded the coordinates for the Core Worlds?" Grievous inquired, his intimidating voice frightening the B1 droids working on the bridge. "No, we have been given the coordinates for many decisive planets in the Mid Rim, though. Count Dooku wants you to utilize these coordinates to the best of your ability. The massive losses you suffered in the first few months of the war must be made up for." Reminded the fearless droid, clearly not knowing the reputation Grievous had for dismantling droids that angered him. The cyborg merely growled in response. "Of course… Now, what is the situation of Earth?" said the famed war general. "The country the colonists call America is putting up the most resistance. We've crushed all other defenses, ninety-nine percent of the world is ours, and we have only suffered the loss of one battalion, while the colonist's militaries have been wiped out." Replied the Tactical Droid. Grievous was most pleased by this news. "Begin extracting oil and other resources from the planet immediately. See if the other planets in the system can yield anything useful." Ordered the General.

"Are we there yet?" asked Ed. "We have no particular destination, Ed." Reminded Eddward. "Shut up and walk Sockhead." Grumbled Eddy, under his breath. The three continued on through hot, barren wasteland. "New Mexico Border, two miles" encouraged a sign. The three continued onward, until they reached another border structure. Ed, who was being baked in the hot sun, merely passed the structure. Luckily, none of the alien robotic creatures were present at this particular area. Double D looked into the far distance, before gasping.

"What is it, Sockhead?" asked Eddy. "I think I see… a town!?" replied Eddward, astonished.