After Earth Fell: I Became Humanity's Strongest Mecha Soldier

The words had barely left Tuk’Aon’s mouth when the sky answered.

For several seconds, nothing moved.

Then the clouds split.

Thousands of Vashki descended from the fleet.

They fell like pale stars, porcelain bodies cutting through the atmosphere as their rings ignited around them. Some dropped freely before arresting their descent only meters above the ground. Others simply stepped from the open mouths of hovering vessels and floated downward as though gravity itself had forgotten them.

Humanity looked up.

Then the screaming began.

Sirens erupted across cities.

Emergency broadcasts flooded every available frequency.

Military installations scrambled aircraft into the sky. Missile batteries rotated toward the descending fleet. Radar screens filled with contacts until operators could no longer distinguish individual targets.

"Unknown vessels entering the atmosphere!"

"How many?"

"We don’t know!"

"Give me a number!"

"Hundreds... Thousands!"

The command room fell silent.

Tuk’Aon watched from above.

His large figure remained suspended in the air, surrounded by the enormous fleet.

Below him, humans moved like insects.

They were afraid.

Good.

He remembered being afraid.

He remembered the laboratory.

The restraints.

The cold floor.

And the only thing he had was his mother’s weak ring.

The voice of that vile man.

Tuk’Aon’s fingers slowly curled by his sides.

One of the U’Kans descended beside him.

"Your Majesty."

Tuk’Aon didn’t look at him.

"Glass the planet."

The order travelled through the fleet.

Thousands of rings ignited.

The atmosphere changed.

For one impossible moment, the entire sky seemed to brighten.

Then the first orbital weapons fired.

White beams descended from the clouds.

They struck the surface simultaneously.

The horizon erupted.

Entire military installations vanished beneath expanding pillars of light. Mountain ranges illuminated beneath the blasts. Shockwaves tore across fields and cities, throwing dust and debris into the air.

Human defenses responded almost immediately.

Missiles climbed toward the fleet.

Fighter aircraft screamed between the clouds.

Anti-aircraft systems opened fire.

For several seconds, Earth fought back.

Then the Vashki began moving.

An Oroth simply raised one arm.

A ring flashed.

A missile stopped in midair.

Another Vashki appeared beside it and struck the weapon with an open palm.

The missile folded inward before disappearing into a burst of metal.

Three more weapons approached.

Gravity twisted.

They turned around.

And fell back toward the batteries that had launched them.

Explosions blossomed across the landscape.

"Fire!"

The human aircraft accelerated.

Their weapons locked onto the nearest Vashki.

Hundreds of rounds tore through the air.

The Vashki didn’t dodge.

They didn’t need to.

Rings flashed around their bodies.

The bullets stopped.

Suspended.

Then dropped harmlessly.

A human pilot stared through his canopy.

"What the hell are those things?"

A Vashki shot upward.

The fighter suddenly lost control.

Its wings folded beneath an invisible force.

The aircraft spiraled toward the ground.

Another Vashki passed through the smoke without even looking at it.

Across the planet, the same scene repeated.

Human soldiers fired.

Vashkis advanced.

Human defenses collapsed.

The difference wasn’t merely numbers.

It was capability.

The humans fought with weapons.

The Vashkis fought with their bodies.

It was overwhelming.

They moved through the battlefield like living weapons, their porcelain forms illuminated by the glow of their rings. U’Kans descended into military bases and tore through defensive formations. Oroths swept through armored vehicles and aircraft. Even the few Miwas onboard remained aboard the fleet, directing systems and coordinating the invasion from orbit.

Earth’s military began losing communications.

Then power.

Then entire cities.

Tuk’Aon watched everything.

His face remained expressionless.

A human commander appeared on one of the surviving emergency broadcasts.

"Attention all units! Fall back! We cannot hold the outer—"

The transmission disappeared.

Tuk’Aon looked toward the horizon.

Another section of the sky turned white.

A massive Vashki vessel descended through the clouds.

Its underside opened.

A concentrated beam struck the ocean.

Water rose.

A wall of steam swallowed the horizon.

The resulting shockwave reached the coastline minutes later.

Buildings shook.

Windows shattered.

People ran through streets filled with smoke and falling debris.

Humanity had never witnessed an invasion like this.

There was no negotiation.

No demand for surrender.

No army they could defeat.

The Vashkis were not attempting to conquer Earth.

They were dismantling it.

Tuk’Aon lowered himself slowly.

Below him, a military installation attempted one final coordinated attack.

Hundreds of soldiers emerged from reinforced shelters.

Tanks rolled forward.

Aircraft climbed.

Missiles launched.

Tuk’Aon raised one hand.

Every ring around his body activated.

The battlefield stopped.

The tanks became impossibly heavy.

Their wheels sank into the ground.

Aircraft lost altitude.

Soldiers collapsed beneath a sudden increase in gravity.

Missiles dropped from the sky.

Then Tuk’Aon slowly closed his fist.

The ground cracked.

Then he released it.

The military formation disappeared beneath a wave of dust.

He descended through the cloud and for the first time since they had arrived, his feet touched the ground.

Vashki soldiers surrounded him.

One approached and bowed.

"We have broken the pink skins spine."

Tuk’Aon looked toward the distant cities.

"And the pink skins?"

Tuk’Aon’s head tilted.

Then he spoke.

"Kill the men, keep their women and children. They will go through what my mother went through."

The order spread.

Vashkis moved through the cities.

Human soldiers who had survived abandoned their weapons.

Some ran.

Some continued fighting.

It made no difference.

The Vashki fleet continued attacking from above.

One by one, the great cities of Earth disappeared beneath enormous flashes.

The atmosphere filled with smoke.

The oceans reflected fire.

Clouds turned black.

The sky itself became difficult to see.

From orbit, Earth slowly disappeared beneath a spreading veil of black destruction.

Tuk’Aon rose back into the atmosphere.

He looked down.

This was the world that had taken his mother.

This was the world that had taken his sibling.

This was the world where a man had smiled while lying to a child.

For a moment, something almost crossed his expression.

Grief.

Then it vanished.

"Continue."

The fleet obeyed.

The remaining weapons fired.

Across the planet, the last military communications went silent.

The final defensive satellites were destroyed.

The oceans boiled beneath orbital bombardment. Cities became points of light before disappearing entirely. The surface of Earth burned beneath the fleet.

Tuk’Aon watched without blinking.

The planet that had once seemed impossibly large from the sky was now covered in darkness and fire.

He remembered his mother telling him about the stars.

How every Vashki who died became one.

How the dead watched over those they loved.

Tuk’Aon looked upward.

Then back at Earth.

"Look at me, Mama."

Another beam descended.

The horizon disappeared.

"And watch what I became."

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