Earth | Conquest

He turned from the viewport. His face was carved from the same stone as the war memorials back on Mars. “Did we?”

“All sectors report compliance, sir,” said Ensign Vell, though her voice trembled. “Ground forces are securing the capital. Casualties… are catastrophic.”

On the screen below, a single image flickered—a drone feed from what remained of a city called Geneva. A child, no older than six, stood alone in a crater. She held a torn flag in one hand and a broken toy in the other. She wasn’t crying. She was staring directly up at the sky. At the Odyssey .

Thorne had seen alien armadas, supernovas, the death of stars. But that look—not fear, not surrender, but a quiet, burning promise—chilled him more than any weapon. Conquest Earth

“God help us for what comes next.”

“Conquest,” he whispered to himself, tasting the word like ash. “We wanted to conquer Earth.”

He sat down in the command chair, suddenly feeling every one of his fifty years. He turned from the viewport

The silence after the bombardment was worse than the noise. Admiral Thorne stood on the bridge of the Odyssey , watching the blue-green marble below swirl with new, ugly bruises of grey and orange. The planetary defense grids were down. The最后一波 resistance had been extinguished twelve minutes ago.

Vell blinked. “Sir? We won.”

Then he added, so softly only the stars could hear: “Ground forces are securing the capital

“Order the flag to half-mast,” he said quietly.

Thorne didn’t flinch. He had memorized the brief: Three billion human lives lost in the first hour. Another two billion displaced. Ninety-seven percent of military assets vaporized. The numbers had lost their meaning somewhere between the fall of the Atlantic Wall and the surrender of the Pacific Fleet.

“Signal Fleet Command,” he said at last. “Tell them the planet is ours.”