Two days after the invasion, the general regretted it. They under estimated the power we're against with. Out of the 53 Ships deployed, 5 are left afloat. As the last ground troops started evacuating, fast, black dashes appeared in the sky. The radar operator saw nothing on the radar screen. Then what presumably shockwaves tore through the land. Killing every soldier. Ripping them to bits. Then hit our ships. Masts were blown off. Planes on the deck were also blown away with shear power. The deployed interceptors were constantly looking for the jets. Then there it comes. "Massive arrays of dots getting bigger and bigger!" Said the pilot. Then he looked on his radar. He also saw nothing. A second later the interceptors ahead of him got shredded. He full throttled and pitched up only to see the jets hovering and aimed at him. There was an explosion heard a couple of clicks (military language for kilometer) from the carrier. Then here they come easily transitioning from flight to hover. They blasted the literal roof of the tower off itself. Then the cockpit opened and the pilots jumped out with unknown guns aimed at us. The one with a black and yellow uniform I guess walked to the general. We retaliated with gunshots but nothing happened. He open his visor. I knew him. He was called by different aliases but the common one is Striker. He said "you should have saved a bullet or two. Sorry mate but this is your last second." He aimed and shot the general literally between the eyes. Luckily he didn't shoot us and left. Only to strike again hitting the starboard side and ultimately sink the ship. I was lucky.
Cpl. Rason. NSR Division. 63rd battalion. Captured by an unknown squad. Now MIA.

EDIT: I forgot to tell you that this is a story fitting for some of the next uploads :)