“Is that it Captain?”
“Yes, Commander. That’s Earth. Our invasion is planned to begin in twenty minutes.”
“It’s smaller than I was expecting. And what on earth are those ghastly lights and buildings? They’ll have to go.”
“As you wish, Commander.”
“What about the inhabitants? Do they know we’re coming?”
“I’m afraid not, Commander. We’ve tried communicating with them but their technology is far too inferior.”
“No matter, Captain. It was merely a matter of protocol. Have them destroyed and any remains tidied away. I’ll be in my quarters. Inform me when the place is cleansed, I’ll make a visit.”
A 100-word story for Friday Fictioneers.