The Krill War Command, deep within the colossal Motherships that now blotted out Earth's sun, was a maelstrom of guttural commands and frantic, multi-limbed gestures. General Xy'lar, his scales a mottled grey with stress, slammed a clawed fist onto a holographic console, sending ripples through the projected star map.
Their initial, chilling declaration of planetary ownership, meant to paralyze humanity, had been met with an audacious counter-broadcast, a human voice spitting defiance from a ship that shouldn't exist. The audacity was infuriating.
"Deploy all cruisers and destroyers!" Xy'lar shrieked, his voice rasping through the command deck. "Descend immediately! Release the drone swarms! Prioritize human ships! Annihilate them!"
