“Conquest,” he whispered to himself, tasting the word like ash. “We wanted to conquer Earth.”
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. Conquest Earth
“God help us for what comes next.”