It was so damn boring. Not one single radio chirping, no sounds of battle and death flowing through the speakers as it so often did. If it wasn't for the silent screens displaying the varying operations around the world, Dr. Shay Tremblay would have gone mad. Or more mad, depending on who you ask. She stood, pacing. To make it worse, she was all alone up here, the satellite only needing a single person to operate. She grinned. And who better to operate the one-man city leveler than the creator herself?
Codenamed Spritefall, the satellite was one of a kind, boasting many different levels of destructive energy, being able to focus that power and send hellfire to the surface of the Earth in concentrated blasts, its godlike power being renewed by the constant barrage of solar energy. It's small size and frankly, lack of other people, helped it stay hidden. The war was almost over and she had never been found before. Deployed to countless operations, the old girl has seen a lot of battle. Not so much anymore, as most of humanity was gone. She and her baby were ordered to follow above the Storm Teams not too long ago. It seemed the EDF was starting to consolidate and focus its resources. That was fine with her, the Air Raider on Storm One was one hell of a coordinater. Him and his little companion. It was always nice to meet a fellow practitioner of destruction. She grabbed a support rail and did a little twirl, sitting back down with a flourish, finding a smile on her face at the thought of the operator.
Shay was of course worried about the fate of humanity, whether or not her species would carry on. Although, she did not always care for other people. Not to say that she didn't meet a person or two that she came to tolerate. But some would say she chose her profession for the chance of destruction and chaos. And well, who's to say those people aren't entirely wrong? She had spent a good chunk of her life creating a weapon with the singular purpose of small scale genocide. Probably to be used to kill people by the thousands, if not more. That is if aliens had never invaded. She chuckled and grinned at the thought. "Alien invasion" she mused "has a nice ring to it." The grin faded. Alas, she vowed to not let these extraterrestrial bastards take her home from her.
It had been about an hour since 'the final battle for humanity' had started, and not a single strike was called in. She had fiddled with her transmitter, making sure communications were still up and running. She came to the conclusion that the battle on the ground didn't have much use for her beast of a machine, seeing as the alien flagship had the entire strike team covered. Not to mention there was nothing she could do to get through that golden armor. She winced. Her greatest adversary in the war was that damn armor. No matter what tweaks, modifications, or calibrations she made, her death cannon could never even scratch it. It was her largest hurdle, and she just couldn't vault the damn thing. Those assholes that came up with the hooligan cannon up and died before they could share the info. Shay supposed maybe that was a good thing. If she didn't figure it out herself, she'd feel like she never really accomplished anything. She leaned back in her chair and closed her eyes, trying to hold back her anger. She had seen the footage of what her masterpiece leaves behind. Seen monsters like Erginus be torn in two in a matter of seconds from a single burst from the main cannon. Legions upon legions of giant insects liquefied and plastered to the ground. She was the God damn goddess of death. But that damn armor. "Can't kill what isn't alive" she thought.
She shoved the subject to the back her mind, knowing that she would never be rid of the thought. She could help the ground assault in other ways. Spritefall had the ability to zoom nearly all the way to the Earths surface using the targeting monitor. She could use it to fire without the help of an Air Raider, just with less accuracy. Shay could almost discern individual people on the ground from space. A grin found its way to her face again. She could see everyone, and everything. The power she had was... intoxicating. She took a moment, closing her eyes, and reveled in her love for her creation. With a deep sigh she opened her eyes and got to work. Spritefall was directly above the battlefield now. Shay flipped on the stabilizers and swung around to face the screen she used for targeting. She was keeping an eye on the monitor showing the battle on the ground as well, and it seemed to be going well. Very well in fact, she had glanced at the monitor and saw the flagship starting to fall. "Well shit" she thought. "Guess I'm recon." A bad taste formed in her mouth. If this was it, she had missed her chance. She would never get to challenge that armor again. A deep sadness gripped her and she slumped in her chair, strands of white hair falling in her face. She quickly shook the feeling of despair away. She shouldn't be sad that they were winning. Should she? She was at her peak during the war, and there was nothing like the feeling of pushing the button that released divine fury upon her enemies. Shay eyed the button, imagining a beam of light over it, angels singing in the distance... she yearned to push it, the smooth surface slowly depressing underneath her finger... She shook her head and looked back to her monitors. By this point, the smoke around the battlefield was clearing. There were huge pieces of the ship she could see on the ground now, jutting up and out of the Earth, looking like an alien city more than anything. They had very truly done it. With their flagship out of commission, the EDF could now make an offensive in other parts of the world. With the information they now had on how to destroy the lesser motherships, they may actually have a shot. Shay leaned back and sighed. She wouldn't get to push that button after all. The dark and silent room suddenly lit up, blinking red lights flooding the room, accompanied by a high pitched wail of an alarm. Shay was knocked to the floor with a bit of surprise, and a bit of excitement. She stood, studying the display monitors. On one screen, a mothership was rising to the sky, and away from its combat area. Another monitor showed one mothership about to release a deadly blast from its main weapon. The green hue it gave off intensified, and Shay knew what came next. But it never came. The green color slowly dissipated and the cannon rose back into the belly of the mothership. It ascended and left its combat area. Another, seeming to abandon the drones and troops it just deployed. All around the world motherships were up and leaving. "Just like that?" Shay thought "they lose one ship then just up and leave?" She studied the monitors a bit longer, realization setting in. She checked the trajectory of each mothership, coming to a conclusion she already knew. They were headed towards the downed flagship. She had to do something. She had to warn- Her thoughts came to a screaming halt. She was staring at the targeting screen. On the screen, floating above the destroyed vessel, was a man. No. Not a man she realized. Shay hadn't even realized she was grinning. She let it evolve into a full blown smile. She was going to get to push the button.