After millennia of believing we were the only intelligent souls rattling around in this universe, finding out we had a neighbor should have been a joyous occasion. But the military always manages to fuck things up, and this situation wasn’t any different. The plan was simple enough: blow Them out of the sky before They reached Earth.
Thou shalt not suffer an alien to live, was the thought process behind the operation, apparently.
Mere hours after the nerds at NASA announced the impending visitation, the United States Army jumped into action like a hill of busy little ants, plotting and building, and keeping it all secret. By the time the army had its fleet of high-tech missiles assembled and pointed at the heavens, it was too late for civilized debate or voting. The President exercised special emergency privileges and ordered the launch of the Spartan Steel fleet at midnight exactly one year after the NASA discovery.
Somehow, word of the launch got out. Someone on the inside spoke to someone on the outside who knew someone else who happened to run a popular news site. The blog post was only 355 words long, but its brevity ensured that more eyes would read it and more hands would pass it along. The post blasted across the internet like a rocketship, lighting a fire under every aspiring news anchor, insomniac teenager, and twitchy-eyed conspiracy theorist the world over.
Soon everyone was shaking their fists at those belligerent Americans, once again bulling their way through a touchy situation with brute force rather than caution and reason. Why blow the Visitors to smithereens, when They could hold the knowledge of eons and lightyears in Their heads? And what did “Spartan Steel” mean, anyway? Who the hell came up with that name?
Despite the uproar, Spartan launched at the top of the clock, and the whole world watched the flash of light race into the sky to disappear into the vacuum of space. Now it’s just a waiting game for a confirmed hit. The Army seems confident that’s how all this will end.
As for me, I’m not so sure…
𝙼. 𝙺𝚊𝚢𝚎 𝚂𝚑𝚊𝚠