Devastation and doom, clouding a starry night. A small child stares at the stars. Unsure, worried, not knowing if anything it believes in is true. An older child comes, sits by it and holds it close, telling it everything is and will be okay, though neither believes these words, they are somewhat comfort when will this disillusion end. Will it ever cease? No, the elder decides, we will continue to fall to the level of a pitiful creature, like those that they conquered in years gone by. The mighty invaders', reduced to staring at the sky hoping beyond hope that their armada will come. The fools! Unknowing of the threat that lurks inside the heart of the very planet that they announce all things that they deem important. Sickened, the elder speaks at last.
" Let us leave now. Best the Irkens do not find us. We must report to the leaders that we have completed our mission."
The child looks up and a grin flickers across her face. "Yes Mother."
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