"Raider’s Planet is in sight. Estimated time of arrival: ten minutes." "All weaponry systems have been engaged. We are ready for battle." "Ship force fields have been reinforced. We have three times more protection than before." A considerably large fleet of Granian ships had set course for a planet known to be the home planet for the raiders, a people who had attacked the Granian Citadels two times in one go. After thwarting the second attack, Lord Grim and some of the Tribal leaders interrogated a few of the Raiders, discovering that they were hired by an entity whose name or identity was gatekept. For that reason, the Granian leader took it upon himself to make an example of the Raider race in a way to send a message to any other species that would attempt any attacks in the future. Interestingly, Grim wasn’t just going to attack and ravage their cities. He was going to wipe them off the face of the galaxy, making sure to send a horrifying message to anyone else who dared to side with his species’ enemies. "We have made contact with the planet’s atmosphere, Lord Grim." The announcement was given, and with that, all soldiers within the ships readied themselves for battle. Those whose duties remained on the ground prepared their battle suits and weapons, both technological and hand-held. Those who fought in the air with ships quickly climbed aboard and took flight in great hordes. "The Granian Fleet consists of two large Colonial Ships. Each ship had the capacity large enough to carry one thousand attack ships, a garrison of Mechs, and ten thousand foot soldiers. In total, we have two thousand attack ships, two garrisons of Mechs, and twenty thousand foot soldiers. "Aside from that, we have five Humans in our numbers: four Blood Mutants and a Human gifted with the ability to transform into any species whose DNA she had previously consumed. Leading and authorizing this attack is none other than Lord Grim, the Granian leader responsible for War. Second in command to him is the Grand Master, who is currently watching over the remaining fleets on all eight Citadels. "Work is taking place on said Citadels with the aim of rebuilding their defenses, mending the damaged ships, and mining minerals for sale to make enough credits needed for War. At the moment, the five Humans are at the gates of the Colonial Ships, waiting with the rest of the foot soldiers ready for War." The rumbling on both ships shook the soldiers within as they and the smaller attack ships broke through the planet’s atmosphere. The planet, orange in color, surprisingly had great volumes of clouds as tall as Mount Everest stacked on top of another Mount Everest. Their size and thickness took about thirty minutes for the ships to finally break through and land on solid ground. While the two Colonial Ships landed, the attack ships remained airborne, each pilot waiting for the orders to attack. A few minutes went by, and the gates of both Colonial Ships opened. Out came ten thousand foot soldiers from each ship, all armed to the teeth in partially impenetrable body armor and armed with lethal weapons. For origınal chapters go to 𝗇𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗅✦𝖿𝗂𝗋𝖾✦𝗇𝖾𝗍 The Humans followed next, with Ace, Cherry, and Skyler being in the first ten thousand soldiers, and Jim and Anya being with the other ten thousand. The soldiers took their formations in an intimidating manner, ready to strike at any given moment. As this ensued, Lord Grim stood on top of one ship with none other than the raid leader held by the flaps of flesh on his head. "You had the chance to speak, leader," Grim spoke, and with one wave of his hand, the soldiers began moving forward, the pilots moving first. "While I do admire your tenacity, you chose to apply it at the wrong time. The people whose names you gatekeep will not come to your defense. Where are they now?" "Please, don’t hurt my people," the leader spoke with tears rolling down his face. "They had nothing to do with this. Take me instead. Make an example of me instea...." "It’s too late for that, leader," Grim violently shook the raid leader’s head, jerking his body repeatedly and positioning him well enough to force him to watch the extinction of his people. "Watch as the Granian people lay waste to your entire race. Thank you for making it easy on us by clustering together in one place. Saves us the time and fuel." The attack ships moved first, with the foot soldiers following. In an instant, great clouds of smoke and fire erupted all over the Raider planet’s buildings with thousands of bombs being dropped on them. The innocent civilians, who were completely unaware of the incoming Granians, were blown to pieces, their bodies instantly consumed in the flames. The others who were unharmed quickly gathered their forces and marched to meet the enemy at the front line. On such short notice, the Raiders weren’t able to counter the air strikes, but they were able to gather enough forces to try and counter the foot soldiers. "Eight thousand units? That’s all we have? Eight thousand?" the Raider soldiers argued amongst themselves, fear encamping their senses as they watched the enemy forces marching forward. No mechs, poor armor, and hand-held weapons with no ships or weapons large enough to take down ships left them at a great disadvantage. To make it worse, their bodies were much smaller than the Granians, so even if neither side had weapons with them, they’d still lose in hand-to-hand combat. "Soldiers," the soldiers leading the attacks commanded, but they already knew they were defeated. "Fight as wildly as you can, as violently as you can. This is the last chance any of you will have at taking a life, so do whatever it takes." Knowing they were already defeated, the Raiders ran at full speed while the Granians marched. In a disorderly fashion, the Raiders threw whatever weapons they had, some hitting their targets while others missed by miles. Before the Raiders were close enough, the Granians at the front line stood still, aimed their weapons at the Raiders, and... "LET LOOSE!!" A bloody massacre broke out with hundreds of Raiders dropping dead at an alarming rate. Powerful blasts from their weapons paralyzed and imploded their bodies upon impact, granting them quick but painful deaths. All of this happened almost in an instant, and by the looks of it, the extinction of the Raiders would fall on them much quicker than anticipated. No extra troops, no weapons, no allies, no nothing. The Raiders were left to die.