"What are the planet's coordinates?'
"23-AF 97-RY!"
"Great. When will the weapon be ready?"
"In about 72 hours, sir!"
The captain of the mothership paced the room on his four legs, sneering with victory. His plan was close to being over. In three days, the humans would be dead, and he would be the ruler over the dominant race in the galaxy!
The captain looked out of the thirty-foot-by-thirty-foot window next to his chair, staring at the dark blue orb that was Earth. He admired its beauty, and almost regretted having unleash the weapon on it. But, he had to do what had to be done.
"Alright, let's count down the seconds," said the captain. "I don't think there will be any resistance, will there?"
"No, sir!" shouted a private. "The humans are not technologically advanced to even penetrate our shields!"
"Good. Then we'll leave the weapon to charge. Meanwhile, let's have a party, to celebrate the beginning of a new era, the era of the Atrox!"
There were cheers, and people sat up from their positions and headed to the transporters, which would take them down to the party deck. Meanwhile, on the upper deck, the weapon was charging in the light of the Sun, pointing directly at the Earth, which was unaware of what was coming in three days.
"Bryon! Get up!"
I sat bolt upright, my covers flying off of me. I had slept through my alarm again! I quickly jumped off of my matress, grabbed a shirt, shorts, and my glasses, and changed. I was ready for another boring day of school.