Invaders from Space

Entry by Menokh. This entry needs artwork!

My name is Dexter Jared Peterson. I am 26 years old and I live in New York City. In the last seven years I have lived as 11,577 different people.

I wake up with a sudden rush of adrenaline. The building I’m in, whatever it is, feels and sounds like it’s exploding. I grab the gear next to me and run outside. I’m surrounded by who must be my comrades in arms. I get the armor and assorted gear on long before I notice that we’re not human. We stand upright as humans do, but we have fur, muzzles and tails. We almost look feline.

I don’t have time to be surprised.

We take off running. The building was our training barracks, and they’re being bombarded from orbit. I’m told several dozen soldiers are missing and presumed dead. Several of us have no armor, and many did not think to grab their gun in the chaos. We’re heading across base to arm ourselves for the presumed ground invasion. My mind is swirling.

I wonder, as I have before, what would happen if I were to die when I am someone else? No time for that. Feigning forgetfulness from the attack I ask what is happening.

“We’re being attacked. Other worlds in our Kingdom have been fully burned from orbit, totally wiped out. This is different, they’re attacking. They must want this world.”

I do not respond. We get to the armory just in time to see an enemy warship descend over our capital city a few miles away. I’m terrified, even as the ship hovers over the city it is bombarding targets miles away. Plasma blasts blow overhead and strike our command center. We’re screwed.

I grab a rifle and take of running into the hills with my comrades. We aren’t prepared, and we fear we’ll lose against such an advanced enemy. Crouching in the bushes we see landing pods launched from the ship by the hundreds. Just then my suit radio crackles into life. It’s a General Tsune Murasame from some place called Owara. I have no idea who he is any more than who these people are. He says his ship is in orbit and ready to lend its assistance as required. He tells us to hunker down and wait for word from Central.

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