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Alien Invasion – Chapter 1 (Part 1)

The sky tore open on a Tuesday. It didn’t roar like thunder or shriek like a storm. It hummed.A deep, resonant vibration that shook coffee mugs, loosened bolts, and sent every dog in Dominion City howling at once. The clouds split into ribbons of light that spiraled outward, bleeding green across the horizon. For six…
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The Snake Tribe

Afodave – The Whisperer (Snake Tribe) Afodave was the kind of man whose silence filled more rooms than words ever could. Before the invasion, he worked as a linguistic analyst for Dominion’s communications bureau — a man who made his living by listening. While others heard chatter, Afodave heard patterns. To him, language wasn’t about…
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The Elephant Tribe

Subzero – The Sentinel (Elephant Tribe) Before the invasion, Subzero was a cold-weather engineer for Dominion’s northern energy division. He specialized in maintaining the city’s cryogenic power cores — massive structures buried beneath the streets that kept the megacity alive during power surges and storms. The name “Subzero” came from his old crew, a nickname…
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The Shark Tribe

John Spence – The War Leader (Shark Tribe) John Spence was a man built for crisis — carved by hardship, hardened by duty. Before the invasion, he was a deepwater engineer and ex-naval rescue diver, tasked with maintaining Dominion City’s underwater defense grid. The sea was his first battlefield. He’d learned long before the skies…
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The Falcon Tribe

Shinsuke – The Protector (Falcon Tribe) Before the alien lights burned through the skyline, Shinsuke lived a life measured in precision. He was a civil engineer, the kind of man who could calculate wind resistance by instinct and see the balance of a structure in his head before the first beam was set. His buildings…
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The Fox Tribe

Daltonecleus – The Strategist (Fox Tribe) Daltonecleus was never the loudest voice in the room, but his words carried weight long after the shouting stopped. Before the invasion, he was a logistics officer for Dominion City’s border wardens, responsible for routing supply lines through narrow trade corridors that cut between rival territories. His peers joked…
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Alien Invasion
Introduction The sign should have been an ordinary comfort: a dented green slab of city steel that had weathered blizzards, parades, and the small riots of people arguing about who owned what on any given day. “WELCOME TO DOMINION CITY,” it declared, cocked slightly where a delivery truck had kissed it last winter. Pigeons used…
