On Zane's lunch break he went off campus to the usual spot at Jack’s Joint, arriving early.

Jack’s was an old run down lunch auto-dinner, cafeteria style, with no real sense of decor. The eats were fast food international and the only thing it had going for it was completely automated food preparation with no crowds. Maybe that was not the only reason. Read more »

He awoke to a static beeping sound.   It was so annoying, grating on his nerves more than a badly tuned alarm clock.  He lifted his heavy eyelids to out of focus images.  His vision slowly clearing, he realized he was inside a coffin like enclosure.

He reached up with his sluggish arms; they seem to be dead weights feeling as if all blood circulation had gone from them.  Frantically shaking them awake he began to gain control of his arms pushing as hard as he could against what must be the "coffin lid" just in front of him.

He became quickly exhausted even after very little exertion letting his arms collapse lightly down to their sides in defeat.  Frustrated he wasn’t going to be able to push himself out of this thing.  Not noticing any sort of latches or release switches, he forced himself to calm down.

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  The Na'Han

Zane Pax hid behind a large bolder as the black alien warship flew overhead.  Na’Han had swarmed the cities of the world laying waste to human civilization.  We were on the endangered species list, on our way out for good.

The Na’Han were red insectoids with black compound eyes whose home world was somewhere inside the Milky Way's galactic core.  That’s what they originally communicated, in every language known from their ships in Earth orbit when they first arrived.  They notified us that the Earth was now their property, like some bad two-star Hollywood science fiction movie, then they began systematically exterminating us.  We know little else since all communications stopped.  Their weapon technologies are literally light years ahead of ours and they ignored all our desperate pleas for surrender. Read more »