Terra Aeterna: The Rise of Humanity's War Machine

UNITED NATIONS HEADQUARTERS – NEW YORK, YEAR 2000

Global Emergency Situation

Chaos had erupted at the United Nations Headquarters in New York. For the first time in history, an Emergency Global Summit had been convened, with delegates from 189 countries in attendance. Over the past three days, the world had been shaken by a wave of mysterious assassinations targeting high-ranking officials and key figures across nations. Even worse—all global communication systems had gone dark. Satellites, navigation systems, and military networks were completely shut down.

A joint task force from ten major powers—including the United States, Russia, and China—had surrounded the building in full combat readiness. Fighter jets patrolled the skies in formation, and missile defense systems were fully activated.

Inside the UN General Assembly Hall

The atmosphere was stifling with tension. The chamber buzzed with anger, accusations, and chaos. After three days, no consensus had been reached—only escalating debates.

U.S. Representative (shouting):

"We've been arguing for three damn days with nothing to show for it. The world demands answers!"

Russian Representative (rising to his feet):

"Answers? All we see are mass murders, sabotage, and destruction!"

Chinese Representative:

"All our communication satellites have lost control. It's as if something is blocking every global system."

French Representative:

"And even more troubling—every nuclear launch system on Earth is locked down. Not a single one is operational."

Japanese Representative:

"Our observatories have detected a massive object in orbit around Earth. Most likely... a spaceship."

British Representative:

"We can confirm that data. Infrared and optical sensors indicate the presence of a gigantic fleet... surrounding the planet."

German Representative:

"Wait—are you seriously suggesting we're being invaded by... aliens?"

Brazilian Representative:

"There's something no one's mentioned yet. The first incident occurred in Hungary. All their government officials vanished—but strangely... they returned the next day."

Hungarian Representative (furious):

"Are you accusing us?! We don't have that kind of power!"

British Representative (coldly):

"Don't forget—we know about the Lycans and vampires hiding in your country."

The tension peaked. A diplomatic brawl was imminent... until five military envoys from the major powers burst into the chamber, their faces pale and grim. They rushed to whisper urgent reports into the ears of their respective delegates.

U.S., Russian, Chinese, British, and French Representatives (almost in unison):

"ARE YOU KIDDING ME? REPEAT THAT. IF THIS IS A JOKE, YOU'LL BE SHOT ON THE SPOT."

UNITED NATIONS HEADQUARTERS – NEW YORK, YEAR 2000

Military Envoy (firmly):

"This isn't a joke, sir. We've just received high-frequency transmissions from multiple points across the globe. Every major city... is currently under the shadow of a spacecraft."

The entire assembly fell silent. Some delegates clutched their heads in disbelief. Fear swiftly replaced fury.

The Secretary-General of the UN rose from his seat, voice steady yet strained.

UN Secretary-General:

"Please remain calm. We've just received confirmation from the U.S. military command in New York. A massive spaceship is now hovering over this city... and not just here—everywhere around the world."

Suddenly, the main screen in the chamber flickered to life, displaying a live radar feed from U.S. military surveillance. Manual footage from New York zoomed in on a warship in low orbit—enormous in scale, with an intimidating design—slowly drifting over Manhattan's skyline.

The room erupted into a cacophony of panic.

U.S. Representative (tense):

"We need to know who they are! Are they aliens? Or some kind of biological entities?"

Russian Representative:

"We don't even know their language—or their intentions. Are they enemies... or invaders?"

British Representative:

"But isn't it too soon to assume they came here to destroy us?"

French Representative (sarcastic):

"They're hovering over our cities with warships! If that's not a threat, what is?!"

Suddenly... the feed cut out.

The live U.S. military broadcast was forcibly interrupted. All visual and communication systems had been hijacked. This wasn't just a hack. It was something far more advanced. The screen blinked, then came alive again.

This time, a new face appeared. Unfamiliar. Commanding. Broadcasted live to every corner of the world.

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GLOBAL BROADCAST – LIVE TRANSMISSION

[The camera turns on: Mira Han stands in front of a panoramic observation window, the curve of Earth glowing behind her. She's clad in black-and-red polished battle armor, combat high heels, and a smile sharp enough to cut steel.]

MIRA HAN (casual tone, laced with venom):

"Hey there, Earth. I'm Mira Han.

Owner of Han's Raiders, professional bringer of destruction, Commander of the Caelestis imperium Fleet, and—oh yeah—the wife of someone way more polite than me."

[She grins like a shark. Her helmet is tossed carelessly onto a nearby chair.]

"And... soon-to-be ruler of this lovely little planet."

[She chuckles lowly.]

"You're probably wondering why hundreds of warships are floating politely over your capital cities.

Simple answer: I'm here on contract. And I take my reputation very seriously."

"But don't worry—I'm a reasonable woman. If you want your planet to stay mostly intact—or at least recognizable from orbit—I'm giving you two choices:

Surrender... or die."

[She steps toward a glowing holographic panel. With one touch, a global map appears. Key cities are marked in red: the Pentagon, Kremlin, Jakarta, Beijing, Vatican City, Berlin, Tokyo.]

"Seriously, this is just business. But if you start boring me?

It becomes a hobby. And I'm extremely committed to my hobbies."

"So here's the deal."

[She holds up two fingers.]

"One: Send your surrender coordinates. Open asset transfer channels. Say the magic words: 'please don't blow up our city.'

Two: Try to act tough—and watch what happens when the contract clause titled 'Total Annihilation' kicks in."

[She leans in toward the camera. Half her face is cast in shadow, but the smile remains chillingly visible.]

"I don't care who you are—president, king, TikTok star, pro gamer—

You all look the same after you've been vaporized to ash."

[She snaps her fingers. Every screen across the world now displays a countdown:]

"OPERATION: SURRENDER OR BURN – TIME REMAINING: 60:00"

"One hour, Earth. That's longer than most of my paid battles.

So really—you should be grateful."

[She drops into the command chair, crossing her legs atop the control panel.]

"Mira Han, out. And if you survive...

consider hiring us next time.

Clients who surrender politely get a discount."

[TRANSMISSION ENDS.]

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UNITED NATIONS GENERAL ASSEMBLY HALL – AN EERIE SILENCE

For several long seconds, not a single soul spoke. The only sounds were the low hum of electricity and the labored breaths of diplomats echoing through the grand hall.

The United States representative rose to his feet. His face was pale, but he forced his voice to remain firm.

U.S. Representative:

"…What do we do now?"

The Russian delegate responded, his voice low, but razor-sharp.

Russian Representative:

"She gave us a choice. Surrender... or face annihilation from orbit.

But—at least—they're still... human."

The French delegate lowered his head, then looked back up at the screen.

French Representative:

"Do any of you really want to fight them? Did you not hear what she said? She's the commander of an interstellar imperial fleet."

"This isn't an alien invasion. This is... a contractual enforcement."

The British delegate raised his voice—measured, but urgent.

British Representative:

"And even if—if—we manage to fight back and win… the losses would surpass every world war in history."

"Remember, our nuclear systems are frozen. We can't launch. And what if—after we somehow survive the first wave—there's a second? A third? Are you willing to gamble the survival of the human race on patriotic pride?"

The Japanese representative slowly stood, his voice trembling.

Japanese Representative:

"We're not just facing unknown technology… we're up against a force we can't even begin to define."

Finally, the Secretary-General of the United Nations stepped forward, his voice solemn.

UN Secretary-General:

"To all state representatives... we have one hour to decide.

Do we surrender?

Or do we fight—

And live with the consequences?"

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AROUND THE WORLD: GLOBAL CITIES IN CHAOS

The aftermath of Mira Han's broadcast was immediate.

Panic spread like wildfire.

From New York to Tokyo, Berlin to Jakarta—civilians poured out of cities in droves. Highways jammed within minutes. Train stations were overwhelmed. Supermarkets were looted, storefronts smashed, and law and order collapsed within hours.

Sirens howled without pause.

People screamed.

And above them, the skies—now darkened by massive warships—pressed down like an omen of doom.

Riots broke out across continents.

Looting. Arson. Rape. Gunshots fired in broad daylight.

There was no safety—only a rapidly growing, collective despair.

PRIMARY FLAGSHIP – BLOOD VULTURE

Mira Han stood in the central tactical chamber, her posture rigid, arms crossed behind her back. Through the wide observation window, the world below burned—civilization unraveling in real time.

Battlecruiser Officer (tense tone):

"Commander Han! The situation on the ground is deteriorating. Riots have spread to nearly every major city. Orders, ma'am?"

Mira turned slowly. Her smile was cold—tinged with dark anticipation.

MIRA HAN (calm, but threatening):

"Riots? Hmph. I've waited a long time for an excuse to show some teeth."

(She moved toward the holopanel, tapping the red zones blinking across the world map.)

"Deploy the full ground force. Stormtroopers to every hot zone. Aim above the waist—don't bother separating civilians from looters if they're throwing Molotovs."

(Her grin widened. She was enjoying this.)

"And get every Starfighter in the air. If they want to burn cities... let's show them who really owns the sky."

Battlecruiser Officer:

"Understood, Commander Han!"

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FLEET-WIDE BROADCAST – ALL BATTLECRUISER UNITS

The global comms system of Han's Raiders activated—her voice cutting through the static like a razor.

MIRA HAN – INTERCOM:

"This is Mira Han. Today, we teach the rabble the true meaning of discipline.

All ground units: deploy.

Stormtroopers: sweep and purge.

And to our Starfighter wings... light up their skies."

Following immediately came the voice of the main ship's AI adjutant.

Lt. Carver – Chief Communications Officer:

"Orders from Commander Han: All combat units to full alert.

Ground forces, prepare for mass deployment.

Stormtroopers, proceed to drop points.

Starfighter units, initiate combat formations.

This is not a drill. Repeat: THIS IS NOT A DRILL."

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GLOBAL DEPLOYMENT – OPERATION STORMCLEANSE INITIATED

Within five minutes, the fleet was in motion.

From hundreds of hangars across the battlecruisers, dropships launched in formation, ferrying Terran Marines, Marauders, Hellbats, and other ground assault units to their targets.

Thor-class walkers thundered down at key city quadrants—north, south, east, west. Every major urban zone received two.

Siege Tanks deployed in artillery mode across riot zones, sealing escape routes from conflict zones.

Stormtroopers descended en masse, clearing streets with ruthless precision. Anyone deemed a threat was neutralized on sight.

In the skies above:

An armada of Starfighters—Banshees, Wraiths, Vikings, V-Wings, and even TIE Fighters from allied sectors—launched from their carriers.

They formed tight assault formations, patrolling upper atmosphere intercept paths.

Wherever fires raged or armed threats emerged, airstrikes followed without hesitation.

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PLANETARY SECURITY OPERATION

Goliath units escorted infantry convoys through hostile zones.

Medics pushed into the conflict zones, tending to the wounded—both civilian and soldier alike.

Arrests were swift, calculated, and often terminal. Anyone armed was subdued, interrogated, or eliminated.

Surveillance drones and low-orbit satellites blanketed every megacity, running AI pattern recognition on crowd behaviors, tagging threats for removal.

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UNITED NATIONS HEADQUARTERS – NEW YORK

Tension hung heavy over the U.N. headquarters. Troops from dozens of nations stood frozen along the perimeter, staring skyward as titanic battlecruisers loomed overhead, slowly disgorging troops. Not a single soldier moved. Fingers gripped rifles, but no one gave the order to raise them.

In the fog-shrouded distance, a new sound rose—the roar of mechanized columns. Forces approached wearing armor beyond any Earth-born military standard. Terran Marines in steel-blue plating. Hellbats glowing with crimson flames. Heavy assault vehicles rumbled alongside towering combat mechs.

Overhead, Wraiths and Valkyries cruised low, weapons hot.

The Imperium Caelestis formed a solid siege perimeter.

Perdition Turrets powered up, locking their targeting grids on the U.N. building like a metallic noose.

Siege Tanks transitioned to artillery mode, targeting the global diplomatic nexus.

Vikings shifted into ground mode, reinforcing supply lines and flanks.

Then came the Thors.

With every thunderous step, civilian cars were crushed like paper. Side buildings collapsed. Streets trembled. The behemoths joined the encirclement, making New York feel less like a city and more like a fortress under siege.

Above, alien silhouettes darkened the sky, maintaining strict aerial supremacy. Earth's jets and helicopters—modern relics of the 2000s—didn't even try to ascend. They would be vaporized on sight.

Inside the U.N., world leaders huddled in the grand chamber. Gigantic screens displayed the same situation unfolding across every major capital—Paris, Tokyo, Washington, Moscow, Riyadh. The world was already lost.

The U.S. representative wiped cold sweat from his brow.

U.S. Representative:

"What do we do now? They've surrounded this building. And we know... they're not here for a show of force."

Russian Representative:

"In ten minutes, they'll control the planet.

Unless we want to be dust, there's only one option: surrender."

Chinese Representative:

"They outnumber us, outgun us, outthink us. They may be human, but they're not from our time."

British Representative:

"Then who's raising the white flag first?"

Silence.

The eyes of 189 nations turned to the five major powers—United States, Russia, China, United Kingdom, France.

The French delegate let out a faint, sardonic smirk.

French Representative:

"You see it too, don't you? Everyone's waiting for us.

Let's end this… with what dignity remains."

The others nodded. One by one, they stood. Then came the ripple—dozens of representatives following. The five great powers led the way, carrying the white flag of diplomacy to the invading force.

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ONE MONTH LATER

Earth had fallen.

Mira Han, High General of the Imperium Caelestis, stood on the balcony of her flagship, gazing down at a fully subjugated world. In one lunar cycle, every political, military, and societal structure had crumbled—reconstructed under a regime that was rigid, ruthless, and brutally efficient.

Victory reports had been transmitted directly to His Imperial Majesty, Emperor Kenthelion.

But not all regions submitted quietly.

Resistance groups formed in scattered clusters—but Mira Han was not one to tolerate defiance.

With cold efficiency, she activated the Yamato Cannon.

Target: a star-spangled nation.

Simultaneously, seventy Apocalypse-Class nuclear warheads launched across the globe. Each targeted military command centers and major urban districts.

The resulting nuclear firestorms lit the skies like the dawn of doomsday.

The entire planet watched the devastation via a mandatory global broadcast.

Mira Han's voice cut through the silence—short, cold, and final:

"To anyone still thinking of resistance... look to the west.

There lies the grave of rebellion."

After that day, not a single nation dared to rise.