Chapter One: Prehistoric Power

                                    

                                          
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Space. Quiet. Empty. A vacuum of tranquility. Many stars decorated its backdrop, each a sun with a world and, perhaps, a civilization. One such world is that of the planet Earth. 
    At the edge of Earth's solar system, an object appeared on the horizon. A space vessel with the appearance of a metallic-winged dragon. The Warmonger Aliens' command ship.
    Sitting at the ship's throne was Martarcon, the leader of these aliens. An imposing figure, clad in armor made from his enemies and a cloak of red. He appeared mostly human, but his skin was dark gray, and his eyes were burning red like two hot coals. Emerging from his otherwise bald head were two spiraling horns, each one glowing with the embers of his destructive element of fire. Resting in his hand was his staff, an ever-burning ball of flames dancing at its head.
    Beside his master's right hand stood Cyberned, Martarcon's robotic bodyguard. Made entirely of metal, his single green eye scanned his surroundings as Weedies, the idiotic green henchmen who grew like weeds, hurried about the control deck. The robotic warrior held a special sword at his belt, but his hand was never far from it.
    Walking up to Martarcon was Venomella, his betrothed. Like her fiancée, Venomella was mostly human. Her pale white skin almost seemed to glow in the dim light of the ship, and her dark makeup gave her the appearance of an intergalactic vampire. She wore a stunning orange and black dress that matched her crown, made of the skull of a Crypt Dragon she had slain with her venomous abilities. Her long fingernails seemed to steam orange from the poison she used as nail polish.
    "Sire," Dr. Gearroid, the cyborg engineer for the ship, said as he limped up to his master before kneeling. Clad in green armor, with a metallic skull that glowed with yellow eyes, Gearroid was once of alien flesh, but after an accident that had occurred when he created Cyberned, he was left in critical condition, never to live without the aid of his armor.
    "Speak," Martarcon said in his oily voice.
    "We are nearing the atmosphere of a planet that did not appear on our radar," Gearroid said. "Coordinates are galactic longitude 100 degrees and galactic latitude 0 degrees."
    "What ssssslimeball of a planet did you bring usssss to?" Serpenight, the dark snake-like creature who commanded the armies as general, hissed as he slithered up to the two Weedies who manned the helm. His amber eyes glared at the planet with anger. His giant battle ax rested at his back, awaiting its master's scaly hand.
    "Earth," Martarcon whispered as he saw the planet on the scanners aboard his throne. "What a pathetic planet."
    "It shall be ours soon, my love," Venomella said as she rubbed her husband-to-be's shoulders. "We shall make this planet known to the rest of our allies once we recreate it as our kingdom."
    "Indeed it shall," Martarcon answered. He then addressed Serpenight and said, "Send a squad down. I want this planet."
    "Yesssss, sssssire," Serpenight answered. "I promisssse that thisssss planet shall be oursssss."
    Leading a squadron of Weedies, Serpenight guided them into the nearest village of the land named Japan. Many of the locals screamed in horror, calling Serpenight a demon and his Weedies agents of the underworld in their native language. Serpenight hissed a laugh. These pathetic life forms stood no chance against the might of the Warmonger aliens.