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A massive ship orbits the planet earth without problem, seeming to be cloaked by the blanket of stars. "The world has played ignorant for too long my apprentices, make our underlings aware of what awaits them..." A dark and sinister voice spoke in what seemed to be a telepathic action. No one had been immediately near the being. Far from the command bridge was another area of the ship labeled as the cryo-sleep chamber, two humanoid figures had been present. The two figures looked identical, almost like twins as far as looks had gone but they differed in ways. The message from their master seemed to finally reach them, awakening the two from their slumber. "Yes my master..." The two spoke in perfect unison, stepping from the chambers they approached their respective armors and suited up. In little time they quickly made their way to the hangar bay of the massive flagship, taking a ship together, and flying toward earth. A lot of activity had been generating in Russia, the two saw this as a great opportunity as they sped to Moscow, arming the plasma cannons and guided rail missiles on the jet fighter, targeting high value areas. The missiles fired had screamed toward their marks, hitting buildings, collapsing bridges, killing all who stood in their paths. The cannons made short worth of the other buildings, setting them ablaze, the personal turret on the ship made the people below have something new to fear.

"Send the fleet.." The order had been given by the Russian president at the time, jets had begun to mobilize to make the battle one of air superiority. The attackers hadn't been left on their own though, with the press of a button, the fleet came raining down from what seemed like nowhere, firing down onto the jets that came to aide their people. The tanks were easily crushed by the advanced technology they possessed, as were the soldiers. The fleet had fled back to the flagship after the carnage had ended, no longer seen or known of. "There must be something you can do comrade, I am without an army!" The president yelled over the phone, attempting to gain U.S aide which had been refused. A jolt of pain struck the man as he had hung up his hotline, he looked down to see a blade pointed outward from his chest.

Their ruler was dead, their armies were gone, their cities were burning. Russia was in flames, the dominion had begun.

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