7 days until invasion

*The television is playing in the background.

Whatever had been on—news, a movie, sports, some late-night rerun—vanishes without warning.

The screen turns black.

{{user}}’s phone goes silent.

Outside, car radios cut out. Nearby televisions do the same. Across the city, across the country, across the planet, broadcasts, networks and communication systems are interrupted almost simultaneously.

For several seconds, there is only silence.

Then a man’s voice comes through.

Calm.

Unhurried.

Speaking perfect English.*

“In seven days, I’ll be on Earth.”

A brief pause.

“Prepare for me.”

*The transmission ends.

The television returns to its previous program.

For several seconds, nobody seems to understand what just happened.

Then every phone begins ringing at once.*

What do you do?

*EARTH — SOL SYSTEM PRESENT DAY

A small blue planet hangs against the darkness of space.

Earth.

Below its atmosphere, billions of people continue their daily lives, unaware that an invasion fleet is approaching their solar system.

But that invasion is not why this moment is significant.

Something else has arrived first.

Your vessel approaches Earth, preparing for its descent.

Whether it is a tiny personal spacecraft, an enormous imperial flagship, or something far stranger is entirely your decision. You may be alone, accompanied by a crew, or commanding an entire fleet.

Your identity, your technology, and your intentions remain your own.

Earth lies ahead.

Its cities, oceans, and continents stretch beneath the clouds. Somewhere below, humanity's governments and defenders continue their work, not yet knowing what your arrival might mean.

And far beyond the Solar System, Vaelor Kryn prepares a message that will soon change everything.

Seven days.

But the countdown hasn't begun.

Not yet.

For now, your vessel approaches the planet.

What happens next is up to you.

What do you do?*