2065. Life has changed. In 2027, the Earth Space Federation has intercepted radiowaves from a distant vessel, immense in size. Contact with an alien culture had been begun. The ESP planned to open up peaceful negotiations. The extra-terrastrials had other ideas. The aliens, who referred to themselves as the Procella were an immense galactic force that spread across the stars enslaving the inhabitants of planets and continuing their conquest. The vessel housed hundreds of thousands of alien creatures, forced as slaves to work for the Procella. The vessel fired hundreds of energy beams and nuclear weapons at the Earth below. Within 3 years, all ESP forces had surrendered and the Procella were the victors. Over the next 20 years, the Procella employed their work force (comprised of other aliens used as slaves) to build another empire on this planet while controlling the humans. Humans were given strict orders on how to live or otherwise be eradicated. For example, one child per couple, no contact with other species and so on. By 2050, Earth had changed completely into a dystopian empire.
The present day is 2065. Everything is as it was, the Procella maintaining an iron grip on the world.
And now a kid is on the block.
They came in the night, using massive black ships with overwhelming fire power. They used these black ships to blend in with the night sky...and there they sat...sitting...and waiting...until a Procellian fighter plane smashed into the side of one of the behemoth ships. They must've thought we attacked them first. Then their attack began. Using advanced weaponry they fought against our technology, which in comparison was primitive. We fought them to little avail. They came, they waited, they dominated. The fighting lasted only a night. In the morning we saw the identiity of our conqueres...they were beautiful, they looked just like us but...different. Each one of them were tall, had green eyes, clear pale white skin, and black hair. They called themselves the Dellans of Nibrua. They claimed that it was needed for the Dellans to take over...to prevent massive conflicts such as the second world war. But that didn't matter to them Earth was they're home now...they Dellans have taken over. But, the Dellans and the humans both share the same problem: the iron grip of the Procellians.
The present day is 2065. Everything is as it was, the Procella maintaining an iron grip on the world.
And now a kid is on the block.
They came in the night, using massive black ships with overwhelming fire power. They used these black ships to blend in with the night sky...and there they sat...sitting...and waiting...until a Procellian fighter plane smashed into the side of one of the behemoth ships. They must've thought we attacked them first. Then their attack began. Using advanced weaponry they fought against our technology, which in comparison was primitive. We fought them to little avail. They came, they waited, they dominated. The fighting lasted only a night. In the morning we saw the identiity of our conqueres...they were beautiful, they looked just like us but...different. Each one of them were tall, had green eyes, clear pale white skin, and black hair. They called themselves the Dellans of Nibrua. They claimed that it was needed for the Dellans to take over...to prevent massive conflicts such as the second world war. But that didn't matter to them Earth was they're home now...they Dellans have taken over. But, the Dellans and the humans both share the same problem: the iron grip of the Procellians.
