One light year from Earth, a massive battle was underway. Two sides of different colors were firing endless barrages of rockets and laser fire. The war between the Foe and humans has begun.

"You Foe butchers! We finally have caught up to you. It seems we have the upper hand!" says a human soldier firing his blaster at a battleship.

"Fight! Fight! Show these humans that we're the ultimate species!" replied a Foe commander.

A platoon of human cruisers began forming a straight line near the front.

"All available units! Into V formation! Break through their center lines!" ordered a human officer. The line of ships squared up with each other facing the a Foe fleet. They charged in the lines, destroying endless fighters along the way.

"The humanoid forces are breaking through our lines! They're everywhere! AAAHHH!!!" screamed a Foe spitter. His ship burned and blew into a cinder.

"Arg! So you all think your tough eh? Take this!" said another commander. He fires an endless stream of rockets severely damaging most of the front-line human cruisers.

"Delta! This is Mohawk! We need support! I repeat! Need support! They brought in unknown reinforcements!" screamed a human soldier.

Warning! Small scale group approaching at high speeds. Said a computer.

Three white motherships, where coming near the battle, only ten minutes to reach the front.

"What the? Oh! Command! 101st have arrived!" exclaimed a human officer.

On the SS Atlantis briefing room…

"When do want us?" asked Lt. Robinson. The door behind him opened, and another officer was on his screen.

"Not yet. Prep your platoon. I'll get back you." Said the old officer as the screen goes black. The lieutenant turns around to see five other soldiers that look like they just came after a fight.

"Sorry to ruin your vacation men" the lieutenant said doing the "quoting-finger" sign. One of the five soldiers spoke up.

"Uh-hmm!" said the soldier.

"Oh, and women" said the lieutenant, coughing on purpose.

"Well at least we get to see what the Foe brought us this time." Said another soldier.

"I can't believe the Foe got those monkeys from Lylat. And we we're just killing them too." Said another. The lieutenant put his hand up to quiet down the chatter.

"As may know, the Foe are planning to take three important areas to obtain weapons and strategies to capture our planet." He turns around, looking at the fight which was drawing closer. He pulls a drawer open and picks up a pile of files. He moves them around and picks one up. "their first target, is Remlia. A civilization of creatures of dragons, mutated forms of lizards, and powers that are amazing beyond what the Foe possess." He picks up another file.

"Lylat. A system of planets inhabited by mostly mutated versions of dogs and monkeys. Criminals are the top reason it's inhabitable, to start a life as a fighter there. So far, the Foe already made alliances with a rebellion of those fiends already." He concluded with his last file.

"Pokimus. A very habitable and a brilliant civilization there. Creatures that would come out of a person's fantasy live and breathe. The Foe want those for their personal pets and warriors." He pulled them away and placed them back in the drawer. He turns around, facing them and cuffed his hands behind his back.

"These people are counting on us to defend or save them from harm. Don't disappoint them. Baron! Docking bay! Let's go!" he ordered Baron as he stumbled and followed him.

"I can't believe they want custody of those planets." Sighed the blue-haired female soldier. A brown haired soldier putted his hand on her back.

"No problem for them. They have excellent defenses." He said trying to cheer her up. Another male soldier walked in front of him concerned.

"For how long?" the others just shrugged.

"It just bites that they want our vacation spots!" said the last one near the door.

Suddenly the door opens up with an old man walking in. The soldier falls on the floor, while everyone laughs.

"Oops, sorry Collins." He tips his glasses to him. And sits on the commander's seat in the room. He turns the chair around and faces them. "Afternoon sergeant Kira Reynolds. Sergeant Allan Thomson. Private Christian Walker, and Private J.J. Ford. Hey I got names right!" said the old man.

"Good for you Major." Said Ford sarcastically.

"Your CO briefed you?" asked the Major.

"Yes sir, Major Cunningham." Replied Thomson.

"Just Major. Ready to roll?" he asked the squad with grin.

"Yeah, always!" replied Collins in a bragging tone.

"Then get prepped and go!" he ordered in a triumphant tone.

The docking bay was empty of people, but full on running white and black colored fighters. A mechanic was fixing a scratch on one of the five docked ships.

"How she running Kent?" Thomson asked. The mechanic nodded with a smile. Thomson buckled himself in the cockpit and began flipping switches. Kira, JJ, Erick, Christian and Damien boarded their fighters as well. The engines began running and a flame bolted out of the rear of the ship.

"Check Navigation and A-T systems." Thomson ordered. Five green lights appeared with name, rank, picture, and condition of ship appeared to Thomson's left. "All systems go!"

The Foe and their allies are no pushovers. Watch yourself. Said the Cunningham as he leaned his chair back and waited a moment later.

Ready? The Major asked. Everyone either gulped or began to sweat drop.

Launch all ships! ATTACK!

The ships are forced out of the bay at mach-1 speed and are released into space.

"Yeehaw!" yelled JJ.

"There's the battle! Time to kill some spitters!" exclaimed Kira.

"Charge! Rock and roll." Ordered Allan. All six ships were then boosted towards the battle.

The six ships arrive in time. Kira, JJ, and Christian flew left while Allan, Erick, and Damien headed right.

"Hey scumbags! Eat this!" screams Damien as he chases after a fighter. He successfully shoots it down, but gets chased by three more.

"Damien don't be careless! You have three bogey's on your tail." Kira said on her radio. As she says this, Damien takes a few hits n his fighter.

"Spit! Get off me!" he curses at them. JJ follows him and provides relief for him. He holds his fire and launches a massive blast at his enemy. They all explode giving Damien a chance of breathe.

"I owe you for that." He said.

Baron looked at radar and spotted twelve fighters coming ahead of them.

"Enemy platoon 80 meters!" he yelled in his radio. He tried firing his laser at the swam, but they weren't destroying all of them.

"Fire your missiles! The blasts are devastating!" Allan ordered. Baron barrel rolls and fires a black and red missile at the remaining platoon. The explosion left nothing but metal and fire in the area.

"Nice shooting!" complimented Christian. He noticed that a strange object on each of the battleships in their middle. He immediately fires a few quick shots at the bluish area. The damage was critical, and the ship busted in half, spewing fire and electric charges.

"Fantastic Christian! You found their weak point!" said Kira feeling ecstatic.

"Attention all fighters. Attention. We discovered weak-point of battleships. Repeat, discovered weak-point of battleships. Aim for the middle and belly area. Over" Allan reported to the squad. A second squad was approaching to relieve them.

"Have a bomb you cowards!" screamed one of the soldiers.

"Hey Foe! Catch this!" said a another in a more loud-psychotic tone. Both the bombs destroyed a large number of ships and another battleship. But they became the Foe's prey and where shot down, burning endless until they exploded.

"Comman….AAAACCK!" one screamed as his ship explodes.

"Allan. I detected three motherships approaching!" Erick exclaimed. Indeed he was right. Three black motherships where approaching at slow speeds, attacking any of the fighters the humans had that broke through.

"Our final defense has been breached!" said a spitter panicking.

"Let us handle this!" said a commander. "all three of us will squish their hides!" the three ships stop their speed and opened numerous holes in their hulls. Out came endless stream of fighters and gatling guns.

"Ah ha ha ha! Die!" laughed the commander. The six fighters evaded their enemy's line of fire and stormed at the single vessels at high velocity.

"And now you die!" said Allan to himself as he fires a charged beam at the ship. As it was close to impact, a large laser destroyed the beam at the last second.

"Hope you don't mind if I brought some friends!" the commander yelled. The other two ships became more visible and began launching more fighters and lasers.

"So this is the human army? I'm going to blow you away!" yelled one of the rebellious leaders.

"I'm afraid I can't let you win this fight. Let's see what you got." Said the other commander.

"Dang! I can't find a way in!" said Christian as he is being pursued by a large number of foe ships. "I'm on my own"

"Kira! JJ! Cover me!" yelled Allan. Kira and JJ were able to get out of harms way and follow Allan and pick of any of the fighters attacking him. He went for the first on the right. But he was unable to get a good shot of his missiles from the numerous protection of the Foe surrounding the ship.

"We might have to fall back!" recommended Damien. Allan just shook his head. There wasn't much hope to fight off all of these unless…

Incoming massive fleet of unknown forces. High speeds.

"Forward comrades! Kill!" yelled a Russian-accented soldier. Behind him was an infinite stream of fighters and cruisers firing over and over. Everyone could here the screams of getting pumped could be heard from far away.

"Command! The Red Force has flanked the Foe's front lines!" Baron shouted through his radio, but there was no reply.

"That's their distraction! Hit them hard now!" ordered Kira. The six fighters lined up and charged at the three exposed motherships.

"No matter. I'm still going to crush you!" the spitter yelled.

"You can't if we did this!" JJ, Damien, and Allan fired six missiles at the ship's middle area. The entire body was on fire.

"No!!!" he said in his loud monotone. "Can't move! This can't be happening!" the spitter screamed as the ship began taking hits from the Red Force's army. The vessel began exploding with quick burst.

"My King! I have failed you!" he yelled again and the ship exploded like an atomic bomb going off.

"I underestimated you." Said the other spitter sarcastically. He begins to get blown up by streams of laser fire by human reinforcements. "Aaaahhhgggg! If this does not work!" the spitter fires a cannon that homes lasers. It hits a wide range of Red Force fighters destroying them.

"Again! V formation and attack!" screams Damien. The missiles damage the ship, electrical charges bloom out. Fire began spewing out of the rear of the ship. Allan U-turns back and fires his last missile at the ship. This time it was enough to blow it up.

"I can't believe I lost to this scum!" said the spitter. The ship blown to another large red circle of fire as the last ship began turning around and speeding out of harms way.

"If you have missiles, Come with me!" Allan ordered. Kira and Christian followed with only a few missiles left altogether. They had a slight advantage in speed at this moment.

"Ready? Box 2 and Box 4!" Allan yells. Kira and Christian fired theirs, which destroyed the ships hull and engines. Fire and large quick bursts of explosions came out of the rear.

"Ah ha ha ha! It that all you fools got?" said the spitter laughing. "Now one has ever beaten me! I lead this army to win every planet we fought for! I'm the heir to this civilization!" he continued, unable to fire any weapons or move. "Behold the new leader of the Foe! Slinter The-AAACCGGGHH!!!!!" a massive explosion destroys most of his ship with him left.

With a huge bump on his head he looks from his screen the three fighters still there. Kira flies near the window and targets her last shot.

"Good-bye." She says quickly, and fires destroying the rest of what's left of the ship.

"Uncle!!!!!!!!!!!" he screamed in terror. And disappeared of the remaining garbage floating.

The threesome U-turned around and noticed more ships approaching them. This time, allies.

"Well done comrade! The destruction of those three spared many lives." Said the Russian-accented officer. "C'mon, I'll escort you back." Kira, Allan, and Christian nodded and sped off.