Over the intergalactic universe, hundreds of men rose from their slumber. Each from their own home. It was not planned for, neither accounted for. All of these men were from different races, from different planets.

They all got into a emergency spaceship, essential for every house in case of emergency, a small pod big enough to carry one. They zoomed towards a destination not marked by any maps, obscured by the other races. The men, exacting to 888 in number, flew across their home solar systems and headed towards a small planet.

They all headed towards the same destination, a small grey planet that looked dusty from afar. It seemed all it was was rock, and under the rock? Magma. Each man wore a suit that wouldn't distinguish them from another man.

Futuristic, tight suits of armor were on their bodys. They all had a sort of bikers helmet, but instead it had white plates varying in size covering it. It was the same for the body, those white plates over the suits. Each man had their visor over their face, as if to stop anyone from seeing who they could truly be.

It took some quicker to arrive, others longer to arrive. The first few that landed got out of their ships and looked around. The planet was deserted, expect for a tower that was serverly ruined, and the edges were chipped. The tower had the same faded color of the men's suits.

When they had all arrived, they chanted in uision: "Nothing can escape from the eight eighty-eight!"

The High Commander identified themself by taking off his helmet. The rest of the 887 bowed to their superior.

He placed a picture of Alex on the nearest ruin, a small storage room that used to be used for storing cleaning supplies.

"I think we all know why we are here. The empire we have established is gone. As you may know, magic has suddenly been restablished through the galaxy. Mankind was meant to rule. Not the other races, nor the weaker sex of our species. We must exterminate the leaders."

" But how will we do that? The people are really happy with the magic council for making women available to school and such." A man in the back called.

" Yeah," Another man agreed. " The people like magic, magic that protects their crops, makes them equal, makes things easier-"

" That is a lie! Do not be fooled. Magic makes us weak, and lazy. If women become stronger, we shall loose our rightful place as the owners! Man was made to rule, mankind was made above everything else. "

A smirk appeared on the commanders face. His rat brown hair fell to the length of his shoulders, and his brown, bushy mustache dropped.

He slid to the side, revealing thousands of energy blasters or more appropriate, a M8, and dozens of spears, javelins and swords. Most of the sword were high quality and technology advanced.

The men gasped. There was enough weapons in there for a army of thousands.

"Rise brothers! The brotherhood we established will not fall! Let us exterminate these pests!" The men all shouted in uision.

The High commander took a spare energy blaster fired three shots into the picture, one at Alex's head and two at her heart.

"And like any sort of pest, we must first kill their queen."

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•Edited by [Olypmu]