CaptainWacky
I want to smell dark matter
The spaceship fired an energy weapon at the Earth. The Earth moved, but not fast enough. A small chunk was shot off. The Earth felt the deaths of thousands of ink-eyed slaves.
"What is this treachery!" the Earth boomed at the Starwhale.
"I didn't know what the spacehship would do, to be honest," said the Starwhaole, lazily. "But that was an unepected delight. How did it feel?"
"It hurt!" said the Earth, as the spaceship turned to fire again. Its weapon seemed to be charging up. The Earth had to fight back. He did not know how to. It had been so long since the Earth had faced any type of combat. He ordered many ink-eyes to begin building a cannon, but he did not know how long it would take.
"Your pain seems to please me," said the Starwhale. "I think I wnat to be the only living being in the universe. Kill him, Spaceship. Kill the Earth. Kill the place where this all began."
A forcefield! That was what he needed. He put all the Earth's resources to work on that. He would deflect the blast back at the spaceship. He just needed time...
The spacehsip fired again and another chunk was shot off the Earth. A million ink-eyes died.
Wait...of course...the moon.
It had been orbiting the Earth all along. He'd forgotten about it. He'd never even bothered colonising it with ink-eyes. He'd just left it there, spinning around him, as he flew through the galaxy.
He threw the moon directly at the spaceship. It had no time to react. The moon smashed against it, exploding on impact. The spaceship's lights were darkened. It was badly damaged, floating in space now, inert. It was no more threat. But now the Earth turned to the Starwhale.
"You just lost your only weapon," taunted the Starwhale.
"Not as such," said the Earth. The Earth flew over the Starwhale, to its back, where the cities were.
And then the Earth began throwing ink-eyes at the Starwhale's back. The Starwhale quickly tried to turn, and most of the ink-eyes missed and fell into space. But it only needed a few to hit. The Earth could feel ink-eyes walking on the surface of the Starwhale. Walking into its cities. The people there had evolved differently, but they were basically human. They could be turned. They could be converted.
"Stop this," said the Starwhale.
"I thought you forgot they were even there," said the Earth.
"They're still mine! You can't have them!"
But the Earth could feel the plague of ink spreading over the cities. Soon all the people would be turned converted. Soon he would have more servants. Soon he would use them to take control of the Starwhale itself.
But what he didn't notice was the spaceship powering back up. What he didn't notice was astronauts from the spaceship spacewalking over to the Earth and engaging ink-eyed drones in combat. The war was being fought on two fronts now.
"What is this treachery!" the Earth boomed at the Starwhale.
"I didn't know what the spacehship would do, to be honest," said the Starwhaole, lazily. "But that was an unepected delight. How did it feel?"
"It hurt!" said the Earth, as the spaceship turned to fire again. Its weapon seemed to be charging up. The Earth had to fight back. He did not know how to. It had been so long since the Earth had faced any type of combat. He ordered many ink-eyes to begin building a cannon, but he did not know how long it would take.
"Your pain seems to please me," said the Starwhale. "I think I wnat to be the only living being in the universe. Kill him, Spaceship. Kill the Earth. Kill the place where this all began."
A forcefield! That was what he needed. He put all the Earth's resources to work on that. He would deflect the blast back at the spaceship. He just needed time...
The spacehsip fired again and another chunk was shot off the Earth. A million ink-eyes died.
Wait...of course...the moon.
It had been orbiting the Earth all along. He'd forgotten about it. He'd never even bothered colonising it with ink-eyes. He'd just left it there, spinning around him, as he flew through the galaxy.
He threw the moon directly at the spaceship. It had no time to react. The moon smashed against it, exploding on impact. The spaceship's lights were darkened. It was badly damaged, floating in space now, inert. It was no more threat. But now the Earth turned to the Starwhale.
"You just lost your only weapon," taunted the Starwhale.
"Not as such," said the Earth. The Earth flew over the Starwhale, to its back, where the cities were.
And then the Earth began throwing ink-eyes at the Starwhale's back. The Starwhale quickly tried to turn, and most of the ink-eyes missed and fell into space. But it only needed a few to hit. The Earth could feel ink-eyes walking on the surface of the Starwhale. Walking into its cities. The people there had evolved differently, but they were basically human. They could be turned. They could be converted.
"Stop this," said the Starwhale.
"I thought you forgot they were even there," said the Earth.
"They're still mine! You can't have them!"
But the Earth could feel the plague of ink spreading over the cities. Soon all the people would be turned converted. Soon he would have more servants. Soon he would use them to take control of the Starwhale itself.
But what he didn't notice was the spaceship powering back up. What he didn't notice was astronauts from the spaceship spacewalking over to the Earth and engaging ink-eyed drones in combat. The war was being fought on two fronts now.