we had always wondered if we were alone. On December 30th 201 that question was answered without doubt. Out of a clear starlit sky they came. In second millions died, in hours billions.
  cities burned, and Nations fell. Where we could we stood our ground, there ships rained fire from on high, but we stood our ground. Weapons created to fight and kill one another were unleashed in a brutal, hopeless stand against extinction.
  Of course as with many last stands the outcome was already known. our most fearsome weapons were laughable against their ships, and their war machines. Our bravery a final gasp, a last bitter curse towards those who sought our death. Our fate was sealed, our doom assured, but we fought anyway, better to die in defiance, than whimpering begging for our lives.


   Unlike millions of species before us, our extinction was postponed, our doom, delayed. Somewhere in the depths of space some unknown power saw fit to give us one last chance. combing the ruins of our cities, digging though hospitals and labs they found a few pieces of flesh, a few carefully stored samples, and brought us back from the dead. Unlike the species sent to extinction over a billion ears Humanity rose from it's grave to take one more stand against oblivion.
  Our benefactors were not entirely driven by a sense of justice, or a need to show kindness for spiritual means. Their motives were far, far simpler, and far less altruistic. Our benefactors resurrected us from the dead, for one simple reason, revenge, retribution, and fear of their own demise.

Now a legion of the damned, already dead, already victims of an eternal war we had no interest in, Humanity is armed with weapons, and machines forged by alien hands. And sent into battle for a home, and a people long destroyed.

Our enemy knows our face, knows our drive to live, and knows that mankind will not easily go back to oblivion. they will strike with ferocity unequaled by any enemy man has ever faced. Once again we will fight to the last and die where we stand.