Alien VS Alien: Arizona desert 4400 B.C.
From inside my glass prison, I could see it all.
They were large.
Black.
Round.
They came through the sky as if they had simply emerged from some distant cloud. There had been no warning. No approach. No journey that anyone could detect.
They seemed to arrive fully born from out of nowhere.
The race that had imprisoned me was stunned.
Their instruments revealed nothing. Their great scans, their warning systems, all the technology that had given them such confidence in their mastery of Earth—nothing had detected the arrival of these strange vessels.
They were simply here.
Moving almost lazily.
Floating through the sky.
At first, there was paralysis.
Then came something I had never witnessed among my captors before.
Dread.
Even their monstrous tyrannosaur pets sensed it. The great beasts began to bay and roar, straining against their iron leashes, desperate to escape something they could neither see nor understand.
The saucer-like ships of the First Aliens were launched almost casually.
To inspect.
To hail.
To warn.
Nothing happened.
Their vessels zipped around the enormous black objects, scanning them, studying them, attempting communication.
Still nothing.
The black ships simply floated there.
And then the pregnant moment burst.
Without warning, fiery red rays tore from the black vessels.
The First Aliens’ saucer ships vanished in explosions.
More were launched.
They too were destroyed.
Then the black ships turned their attention toward the settlements.
Red fire rained down.
Buildings erupted. Power sources exploded. Machines that had hummed peacefully for decades were torn apart. Settlements that had taken years to build were wrecked in moments.
And worse—
the black ships appeared to be everywhere.
Not merely above our settlement.
Everywhere.
Across Earth, the same terror had arrived.
The war was brutal.
It was fierce.
It was short.
No quarter was given.
The First Aliens fought back with weapons that had terrified civilizations and reduced Earth’s primitive peoples to helplessness.
It made little difference.
Their ships were destroyed.
Their settlements burned.
Their mastery of Earth collapsed.
All over the planet, the First Aliens raced toward whatever vessels remained and fled for their home system.
A hundred years of supremacy ended almost as quickly as it had begun.
But during that brief and terrible engagement, they had learned something.
Their enemy was unlike any civilization they knew.
The black ships had not crossed the familiar reaches of space in any manner their instruments could understand. Their origins could not be traced to any known world. No civilization in the First Aliens’ vast stores of knowledge could be matched to them.
Eventually, my captors arrived at an explanation that terrified even them.
These beings were not merely from somewhere else.
They were from some other reality.
Yet the First Aliens had learned something else.
For all their terrible power, the newcomers were not invulnerable.
There were weaknesses.
There were possibilities.
And even as the First Aliens abandoned Earth, a plan began to take shape.
Not for tomorrow.
Not for the next century.
Perhaps not for thousands of years.
The enemy had demonstrated that, for now, it could utterly destroy virtually anything thrown against it.
But someday…
Earth was simply too precious for the First Aliens to surrender forever.
So they left two things behind.
The first was a ship.
Hidden deep within the vast reaches of Earth’s oceans, it carried a small band of spies who would remain after the others fled.
They would watch.
Wait.
Learn.
And, when possible—
interfere.
The second thing they left behind…
was me.
My glass prison was to be taken with the spies and hidden away with them.
But before that could happen, my captors required one final task of me.
By then, the enormous black ships had begun to land.
And from them emerged beings so vile in appearance that even my well-traveled eyes had never gazed upon such monstrous visages.
They walked freely through the ruins.
The old masters were gone.
Earth had new ones.
What these creatures intended to do with their newly conquered world, I could only imagine.
But my captors were convinced that their final plan would work.
They were sure of it.
And the task they had reserved for me was at the very heart of that plan.
Would it work?
That remained to be seen…
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