Assignment Risk - The Invasion of Earth

Oh lord, why has it all come to this? 8 Foot lizard women piledrive through the atmosphere and drag men away in droves. Their tanks rip up the roads, they go door to door busting in, tearing the family apart claw by claw to be slaves and mates. And for those that flee? Shuttles, APCs, Hunting parties hounding them down. Armies of the world fight for their life, to their very last breath, until they too are snatched by the daxy menace.

While the East Cost of America is in active conflict with the daxy, putting up the fiercest fight man can afford, to the West, in the mountains, a Massive Base referred to as Zion, owned by Christian Zealots and backed by the continental army is currently taking a stand, proving to be a thorn in the daxy side. Europe and asia are in shambles, guerilla fighting is all the old world can afford to buy time for the inevitable finale that is running up. To be enveloped by the daxy in their authoriatian embrace to be protected and loved forever more, even against your best wishes.

No where is safe, no base is forever, these are but a few events taking place, where will you make your stand?

Scenario 1 - The Powerstation.

"Listen up!" Your officer calls, stepping atop the tallest point on the barricade wall. For two hours now, the town you had called home for all your life has become a cesspit of daxy taking who they please, as they please, with the army having put a miniscule amount of resistance. What was predicted to be a small, repellable landing force is the entire daxy army barreling down upon this quiet town. There's one road out of this place, and everyone who could get out- did while they could

At every defensive blockade, every checkpoints, your unit has been pushed back, and have had to wriggle free of Daxy encirclements by the skin of their teeth. Now, anyone not a daxy mate is here, in this power station, with the only seperation between you, and the encroaching daxy outside, being the heavily armored doors.

"In a moment the daxy are going to be coming through those doors! The Might of the alien scum will be barreling down upon you, the finest fighting force on earth. We have stumbled! tripped- but not fallen! Beyond here, down route 6, is the drawbridge- the last way out of town! If we want the bridge to stay lowered- we must keep this station running!"

A resonating BOOM shakes the station, the lights flickering as the roar of a collapsing building can be heard far off over the hum of the massive generators in the room. Enough to vibrate the floor you stand on

"You will do EVERYTHING in YOUR power to keep the lights on! I don't care if you have to throw your bodies at them- the last civilians are counting on us! Men, Women, CHILDREN, all depend on that bridge staying DOWN! Once they're across, we will make our move to escape, is that clear?!"

"OORAH!" Echos throughout the room, men rejuvinated and exulted by the speech. Another loud boom shakes the station, this time right against the door. A sizeable dent forming in the heavy frame.

The Officer turns, loading his rifle and taking up a position with the rest of you.

"God Save us all- Here they come...."

Finally, an explosion. 10 ton doors are ripped from their hinges, as the claws of a daxy mech rip it from the wall, and push it over. It is immedietely met by a recoiless round straight to the leg joint, and careening over. A sonorous, and terrifying cry of dozens of daxy breaks out, as they breech through the smoke, charging toward the barricade, jumping over boxes, taking cover behind generators, constricting, tightening.

Closing in...

Scenario 2 - Old World Blues.

Being a tourist has its ups and downs. You see cool places, acquire cool trinkets, and here and there you will deal with a lack of hospitality or a pick pocket- it's unfortunate!

Who said part of a that first time experience would be taking up arms against aliens? THOUSANDS of miles from home? No one did- but it's funnier to imagine it that way, isn't it?

You found yourself sat in a rebel outpost in germany. You were in france just days prior. The aliens were barely a threat- and now you were sitting here waiting for orders to move- to evade, anything to keep out of the gnawing clutches of the daxy. They'd ravaged through europe in record time! World powers turned to loving mates, unwilling mates for their new daxy wives. Before you, the smartest british man you'd ever met. He'd taken you under his wing during the initial attack, pulled you toward safety while you were in the middle of a panic attac-

"OH FUCK- FUCK- HELP ME- HELP ME! AHHHH"

So suddenly does peace end in this world. You are helpless to watch as a pair of black gauntlets punch through a barricaded window, grip the british man infront of you, and tear them through the window. Your gun feels like a thousand pounds in your hands now, your stomach lurches- any more pressure and you'd throw up at this rate! A french man pulls you away from the window as another arm swoops around trying to grab anyone else- but it fails. Replacing the now open window is what the news had been referring to as our alien invaders- a Daxy. She fills in the entire window with her body alone, easily standing at a whopping 8ft.

She grips the wall, and rips a massive chunk away with her violent reptillian strength. Under the visor of her mask, her eyes are manic, desperate. A reptillian gaze that stabs you square in your soul. Her frills are almost porcupine like- dangerous even! You're frozen in fear, what do you do? Where do you go? That man was the leader of your resistance, and you can already hear the wet slaps of hips meet hips out there!

"OUT- OUT!" The French man behind you cries, pulling you to the door and shoving you out. In a blur of motion, you stumble out of the cramped apartment, and go shoulder first with the wall. You expect to see him coming up with you- but to your horror- that massive women had already came through the wall, and was now atop of him. Her helmet off, her turqoise muzzle pressed to his neck and peppering him in kisses and coos. He reaches out one hand, but a cry is muffled by a massive claw gripping his mouth shut.

You've seen how it ends if you hesitate. You grip the door, and slam it shut, sealing the chaos from you only momentarily.

"Yooohoooo~" a deep, womanly voice fills your ears. A sound as smooth as wine, and as soft as silk. From down the hall, toward the entrance, a daxy women stands there. She's already sheathing her plasma rifle on her hip, licking her chops. a Gorgeous Emerald green visage that smiles with the sweetness of applepie. Her massive tail dances left and right behind her, knocking into the wall with soft, rythmic thumps- perhaps purposeful to keep your attention

"Now now, Dear~ you've been on the run loonnnggg enough. How about you come to mommy and you can rest those tired legs sitting on my lap?~ I'll take real good of you, my sweet boy~!"

She crouches down alittle, making an almost pleading face as she gestures grabby hands toward you

"Let's not keep this cat and mouse going anymore, it's time you gave up and settled in with a real women~"

You did not plan to go quietly into that night....Or do you...?

Scenario 3 - Till Death do us part.

You weren't one to believe in conspiracy theories- never. When the aliens first stormed earth- you practically scoffed when you took a nap, awoke, and found your neighborhood completely untouched. Time and time again, the internet spewed these little lies and jokes that would fool many

Oh, how you wish it could've stayed that way.

Now, you were huddled inside of your room. Slung over your shoulder, a weapon, and before you, your wife. Blood gently trickling down her head. Your hands were soaked in her life fluids, seeping between your fingers. You had tried to stem the bleeding with your hands- so you didn't have to risk leaving her by herself- but it was not enough

BOOOOOM

Another explosion rattled the house, outside, devastation was all there was. The U.S Army was going toe to toe with the aliens- and being nothing short of outmatched. The strongest fighting force in the world- and you could only watch as they were man handled and taken then and there on the once cleanly streets of your urban neighborhood.

You stumbled back, ripping apart the closet like a possessed animal, before you pulled out a Medkit from the pile of messy clothes you'd neglected to clean. With deft quickness you didn't know you had, you began to clean the wound- one of those THINGS had broken in and backhanded your wife across the forehead after breaking in. Luckily, whatever she was, she only wore what was more of a plate carrier then an armored suit like the ones you'd seen on T.V. You'd shot her dead- it bought you time, it made your house look already inspected- but someone would come looking- it bought seconds, precious seconds, seconds you needed to grab her, seconds you needed for her. Every second was being eaten up by those aliens. It wouldn't be long till they came here, into your own home.

Suddenly, there came a call from outside. It carried an inhuman bass to it, so loud it was clear as day through the window.

They were here, they'd finally come to finish the job.

You looked down at your wife, running a hand over her face. Her sweet, sweet visage, bloodied, but her! So perfect, so lovely. Your hand ran down to her hand, lifting it to your face to inspect her fingers- where her golden ring was still deftly in place

You'd made a promise to her- till death do you part. And the basterdous Daxy wouldn't make you break those vows you'd made at the alter...Come Hell, Come High Water, only death will do you part