I do not own Star Wars, and any similarity to other fanfictions is by accident
Story is partly inspired from Independance Day, but this will be the last chapter that is.
Grant stared at the screen of the communication.
"General, this is feed from one of the satellites orbiting mars. This feed is late by nearly 7 minutes"
The screen showed 15 cruisers standing still, followed by them speeding up at an incredible speed.
"Sir, they are facing towards Earth!"
Grant looked calmly at the screen, thinking about what to do next.
"Sir" another person said with a hint of fear. "The spaceships, well, they are above earth."
"Contact them" Grant responded, all the while pressing some buttons on his new watch. He then spoke to it "To all commanders of Earth, get your pilots ready, prepare for attack". He then pressed some buttons, when a bright red button appeared on his watch.
"Sir" the B1 droid called. "They are trying to contact us".
"Put them through" the tactical droid responded.
A 2d hologram appeared on the bridge.
"I am General Grant of the United States Military and head of the nations of Planet Earth. Why are you here".
"My master wishes to speak with you"
At that, a hologram appeared in the separatist ship, behind the tactical droid, showing Count Dooku.
"I am Count Dooku, head of the Confederacy of Independent Systems, and who do I have the pleasure of talking to?"
Surprised he was looking at what may be another human, he responded in all seriousness.
"You are talking to General Grant, the head of the Military the Planet Earth, and I will ask you the same thing I asked your droid, why are you here?"
"I have sent some of my fleet to simply retrieve my General. You can either hand him over, or die trying to resist".
"We found him trying to attack us unprovoked, and killed thousands of people, maybe millions. We captured him and we will keep him for the crimes that he did against our planet."
"I am sorry you have made that decision. Remember that that will be your end".
The hologram on the space ship disappeared, leaving the tactical droid to prepare for war. After all it thought in its mechanical mind, how could a undefended planet win against a armada of starships?
After the ship lost contact with Earth, it spoke. "Send out the droid Fighters. Prepare the area near that base for landing".
"Roger Roger". A multitude of voices said.
"I want nuclear missiles trained on those ships and fired on my command." Grant said
The large screen in the communication room became a map of the world, with country after country all turning green, showing they have heard the message.
"I also want all jet fighters on the western side of North America to fly over to the coordinates I'm giving you." After that he typed in the coordinates of Area 51, knowing the Aliens will try to find Grievous there first.
The airbases in Mexico, United States, and Canada all popped up on the map, along with showing where their planes are.
A group of red dots representing the aliens started flying over the pacific, towards Area 51, but they were slower than the earth fighters, who could travel faster than the speed of sound. Some Stealth fighters arrived at the enemy fighters first, but the enemy fighters just flew, not even noticing the stealth fighters, who matched their speed.
"They are droid fighters". One of the commanders from the nearest airbase said over the watch. "We count zero heat signatures".
"I want some visual on those fighters". The stealth fighter, which was travelling parallel to the droid fighters, pointed their camera at the droid fighters, which showed up on the screen in the communication room.
The fighter had four wing like things in its front, pointing outward. It looked as though the droid didn't realize the stealth fighter was there.
Having an idea, Grant spoke
"I want a jet fighter, non-stealth to meet up with the enemy. I want to see something. I want the jet fighter to simply fly past them.".
Within 10 seconds, the stealth fighter had visual of a jet flying past the droid fighters, who immediately turned in the direction of the jet fighter, but the droids maintained the same speed.
"Tell the stealth fighter to try to knock out those droids, or at least disable them, then head back to base".
"Order acknowledged" the captain said from the fighters home base.
The screen then showed the stealth fire some missiles at the fighters, which immediately burned up, but fired some bullets at the engines of the two final droids, causing them to nosedive into the Pacific.
"I want some ships to pick up those remains" Grant said
The tactical droid was watching its monitor.
"Report, what happened to those Scout ships"
"Sir, four of them, just, uhhh, disappeared. The other Two are disabled".
"Did they get any visual on the fighter that shot them?"
"Uhhhhh, yes".
"Then show it".
A hologram appeared showing the 6 vulture droids flying next to a big black triangle shaped ship. The tactical droid watched, expecting the vulture droids to attack that ship, but they didn't. Then another ship flew past the vulture droids, which turned to follow the new ship, and followed it, though within five seconds, they couldn't see it anymore. They didn't turn towards the black triangle at all, confusing the tactical droid.
"Report, why didn't they attack that ship?"
"They didn't see any ship until the fast one came".
The tactical droid kept watching until the black fighter fired some chunks of metal at four of the vulture droids, followed by the final two vulture droids, which included the one with the recording start falling out of the air into the ocean.
"Move the fleet into position, and send all of the landing crafts and fighters".
The tactical droid gazed at the blue planet, watching hundreds of small landing crafts and fighters descend upon a desert.
Grant looked at the map, as hundreds of red dots started filling the sky, estimated time arrival : 90 seconds.
"I want all fighters and bombers to head towards my coordinates. All nearby soldiers stand on alert".
He then started thinking. Don't we have a weapon that can take out droids?
He then re contacted all those who he just spoke to.
"I rescind that order, I want everyone to get as far away from the aliens, as possible, aside from Jefferson Air Base, Evacuate the area."
Grant them directly contacted Jefferson Air Base. I want three bomber squadron armed with 3 short range EMP's per squadron to bomb the aliens, and I want some Jet fighters, preferably Stealth, to defend the bombers. After pressing some buttons on the watch, he spoke to the communications officer. "I want all personnel to go inside the base".
Grant continued. "Officer…" he said with a smile. "We are going to capture ourselves an army".
Catching onto the idea Grant had, the officer said on the loudspeaker "Close all the doors. Contingency 301, close all the doors. Everyone outside come inside the building. I repeat, if you are outside, go inside a building. Close all the doors. This is not a drill, I repeat, this is not a drill".
"General, The aliens have landed" a communication worker said.
"Everyone is inside and doors are locked" the officer told Grant
"I hear you, Grant said".
Grant looked at his watch, seeing that his order had been accepted, he looked at the screen. "I want visual from one of those bombers".
The tactical droid was looking at the map of the terrain the droids just landed in.
A hologram appeared of a B1 battle.
"Sir, we have successfully landed, we have encountered no resistance. We are currently walking towards the base. We seem to be 2 minutes away, though we can not see it".
"Continue towards the base, keep me updated".
"Roger Roger"
One of the B1's on the ground tapped on the droid with holo communicator while pointing up. "Uhhhh, what's that?"
"I don..."
The hologram was flooded with with something, which then disappeared, along with the hologram. Looking back at Earth, the tactical droid noticed a faint Purple dot appear on its surface, but then quickly disappeared.
One of the B1's spoke up. "We have lost all communication with the troops and rescue party on the planet. The fighters still have commu…, wait, there gone too".
Another B1 turned toward the tactical droid. "Count Dooku wants a report".
Though the tactical droid could think of many solutions, few could explain to Dooku why they lost, and still be around.
A worker started pressing some buttons, resulting in a live satellite view of Area 51. On it were a large group of droids, but they were not moving, they heads were all facing down, along with what seemed like tanks and what could only be described as thin motorcycles. All the droids and their machines had been disabled.
Grant then spoke into his device. "I want all nearby forces to group over at these coordinates, and capture all of those droids, make sure they know they are all disabled, and soldier…" he said looking a soldier next to the door. "Tell the good general his rescue party is gone."
Looking at his watch, Grant pressed some buttons, opening communications with all missile bases around the world. "I want 200 nuclear missiles to be unloaded on that ship" touching the biggest ship, which was assumed to have the droid they first met. "And 50 missiles for each other ship". After that, he pressed a red button, signifying their deployment. Within 60 seconds, the fleet had ceased to exist. What wasn't fully destroyed by the nukes burnt up in the atmosphere, leaving Earth victorious for a second time.
Grant heard a beep from his radio, which he picked up.
"Sir, the Alien General, he's missing!".
"Sir" one of the people at the computers said. "A unknown vessel has just left the atmosphere, its gone, it just disappeared from our radar".
I hope you enjoyed part 3 of the Year of Earth story. I am now current with the story, so any suggestions you make will have a higher chance to be added into the next chapter, which I haven't started yet. Please PMme any suggestions or inaccuracies (excluding nukes, or EMP's)