A/N: I wrote this short because I was nearly drained out of ideas.
Setting: The HQ of Atasians on the Earth's Moon
A-001 and the other commanders looked tense as the commando strike team stealthily moved from one crater to another.
"Approaching, sector B-7 of the Moon" One of the commandos spoke as the others waited for A-001's response.
A-001 finally spoke, "Commando M-192, Initiate cloaking"
The commando responded and turned invisible. The others followed her lead. They quickly reached the southwest of the Atasian base. They killed the Atasians very stealthily and entered the main base.
Another commando, M-531 asked, "Arrived in the main base, request to search?"
"Negative. Eliminate all Atasians in the base. This will put the end to them" was the response of one of the advisors, F-001. A-001 did not reply. He was against completely killing the Atasians. They are still sentient beings. F-001 smirked and telepathically told him, Remember, public execution. A-001 glared at him defiantly before returning back to the mission.
"Intruder alert!" shouted the monotonous voice that echoed the whole building. It kept repeating. The commandos quickly rushed to hide. All the Atasian guards rushed to the area where they saw the commandos who immediately killed all of them. One managed to let out a sneer before shot in the head by the Birt'vuli.
"Idiots" F-001 remarked before floating away back to the supreme chambers.
"I sense the all guards in this building are killed. We'll proceed on to killing the Highbreed Supremes."
The commandos and the commanders on the battleship waited. The commandos climbed up the stairs to find an entrance to the council. The place the commandos came upon was very filthy. The stench of the rotting bodies of the Supremes was unbearable. However, the worst of them all was the rotting bodies themselves. The commandos cringed in disgust.
"Sir, what do we do now?" M-531 asked.
A-001 looked at the other commanders, "Take the entire women and children, prisoners or at least change their genetics to ours. All the men should be become brainwashed into becoming our soldiers."
At the last word, the battleship heard the strike team scream as energy bullets began to pour from the room. The commandos began to scream and wail dreadfully as the bullets hit them. They dropped to the ground, the ichor flowing freely. The Atasians circled them. One of them held a box. It opened the box and from it spawned numerous little Xenocytes. The eggs were placed on the wounds of the commandos. The commanders shielded their eyes away from it.
"They are too improper to become DNAliens. Let them become breeding grounds for the Xenocytes." The Highbreed supreme laughed. The commandos were still living. They couldn't bear of being food supply to the Xenocytes. They scream in horror as the Highbreed left them. The Atasians held up the audio and visual projector and grinned at it.
The supreme one spoke, "This is your last warning. Wherever you maybe, Birt'vuli people, we'll track you down murder you all. I repeat, this is your last warning."
A-001 thought, Public execution. I've fail them all.
"I guess, we'll be seeing this as the last time, we'll ever see A-001." F-class advisors spoke while they carried a proton gun, "Farewell, commander. May the Supreme Lord bless you?"
A-001 stopped the advisors from shooting him, "I've another reserved plan."
This shocked most commanders. The Birt'vuli race was known to be well-organized and their conquests were always fruitful. They never needed a backup plan.
"A backup plan? You don't say." The F-class advisors said looked at him incredulous. They hid their proton guns back. The commanders looked at A-001.
A-001 suggested, "What if we unleash a neutron bomb at the Atasian base?"
"Most of their people are radiation-resistant." F-001 countered. The others looked at themselves. A-001 looked at them desperately for the idea. They could sent a series of strike teams to raid the place but they would be short of supplies and probably die on the Moon. The oxygen supply in the ship would be lost when they land. The supply would still be losing if they used more power or less. The armada that was coming wouldn't be here since they had to resupply on Terradino.
A-001 suggested again, "How about the Supernova Decimator or even the Psionic Destroyer fleets? Supernova Decimator are our only chance against eliminating the Atasians."
The commanders around him nodded. They just have to activate. Who knows how long that would take? Suddenly, an alert flashed. A group of Atasian ships are leaving for the Earth.
Then A-004 shouted, "We have defeated them on different battles on different worlds. Why can't we destroy their last fleet on the moon?"
"Maybe we're not thinking straight. But right now, we must deploy destroyer fleets." A-005 told them. A-001 and others nodded at her suggestion.
A-005 ordered the taskforce, "Release the Psionic Ships."
The ships began to pour out from the cloaked battleship. The Atasian ships stopped and started to fire at them.
A-001 and A-009 shouted, "We need to use the Supernova Decimator."
"Release the strike probes." A-009 ordered. However, the Highbreeds have discovered where the main battleship was. They began to fire. The strike probes started to fall to Moon's surface. Some managed to survive the impact while the others crashed. A missile hit a part of the main battleship.
The computerized voice alerted, "Warning, Alpha Ship under attack"
"Oxygen levels depleting"
F-class advisors looked at A-001 and the other A-class personnel, "You all are daring idiots! We'll see what the supreme one says about this!"
After they had left the room, the commanders looked at each other. Now, they must deploy a super weapon to turn the tide against the Atasians. Meanwhile, the strike teams raid the Atasian bases on the South Pole of the Moon. Women and children fall helplessly to the mind control of the Birt'vuli.
A transmission came with the Highbreed Supremes' glaring faces on it, "You shameful pigs, do you have you no mercy?"
"We have but none for you." A-009 replied.
The DNAliens troops began to swiftly attack against the strike teams. Both of the sides fought merciless on the moon. Another base began to launch more anti-air attacks against the battleship. The ship trembled for a short while.
The Supernova Decimator was quickly launched from the battleship. It made a huge but not sounding impact on the moon. A crater was formed from it.
"Commanders, we've to go. Please wear your helmets while doing so." The computerized voice spoke again.
A-class commanders refused to leave, "We can't. The Supernova Decimator will obliterate anything in its vicinity. We'll all die if we drop down there."
A-001 began to type in the code for the activation before the DNAliens could destroy it. The Psionic fleets used their energy blasts and shattered all of the Highbreed fleet as they charged at them. From the Earth to the Moon, the astronomers could see the epic battle taking place. The destroyers fired beams of psychic energy taking down the Highbreed ships one at the time.
The Supernova Decimator was nearly started. Just three or four more, A-001 thought. The super weapon began to glow. The Highbreeds and the other strike teams looked at it in amazement. The decimator shone so bright on the far side of the moon. The light began to blind all of the soldiers on the Moon. A huge explosion sounded a heat wave incinerated all soldiers and bases on the field turning them to ashes like that cremated.
"Oh my god" was all what A-class commanders could muster at the sight of a brilliant light that had incinerated everything on the far side of the moon. The Highbreeds were all gone. None of them survived. A-001 sighed, what had he done…
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