The taker wars

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Science Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic
This is a short story I wrote for an English final a few years back. I got an a, and am thinking of turning it into a book or series. Let me know what you guys think. Enjoy!

Submitted: September 11, 2013

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The year was 2720. The invasion had ended, the occupation was done. The world had been conquered. The Interdimensionals had taken over the solar system, harvesting its resources, saving the sun for last, for one reason. We were to survive. We the people, we humanity, were to be kept alive, to be used for labor and, in death, fuel. At first we welcomed the beings, believing they wanted peace, but that thought process soon died. The first Blow was struck on June 12th, 2709, when the beings, whom we call Takers, destroyed every form of electronic communication known on earth: internet, landline, mobile phones, even radio communications no longer fuction. They made us sweat, made us wait and worry, while they bided their time, waiting to strike. They waited in their ships;  long, intricate, fine things they were. Heavily armored, heavily armed, but one would not at first guess this by looking at the perfectly smooth hull of one of their ships. Their vehicles reflected their makers, the Takers. Humanoid, tall, and regal. Their white and transparent skin revealed a fine yet strong skeleton, making even the smallest Taker at least six feet high. Their large eyes could see in pitch blackness for miles, they could lift amazing amounts of weight, and their hearing was superb.They were nearly invincible, as any could see.  Nearly invincible. Nearly. A group of humans, myself included, have banded together to fight the Takers, exploiting their one weakness. Their eyes. We together fight to enaure our own survival, and perhaps one day to free mankind. We have worked hard and lost many of our own, but have won many back as well. Our greatest losses, and greatest victory, occurred one standard month ago, in and over post-invasion Los Angeles. The Takers had set up a base there; our spys discovered that it served as a sort of stable control for the Takers' ships and weapons, which all seem to be somehow connected. After careful consideration and planning, an army of resistors, myself included, was commissioned to retrieve all possible data and weapons, capture several Takers if possible, kill all of them if not, and destroy the base. It wasn't quite that simple. We all nearly died just getting into the place; there were so many gaurds, cannons, ships, and all general manner of weaponry. Ten good men died out there, fighting to make sure our engineers could get in and out safely. We lost more fighter the deeper down and in we got, for it seemed that the Takers were breeding young in the inner chambers of the base; the workers defended the eggs with their lives, taking many of our men with them. When we finLly reached the computer core, we were astounded by its sheer size and immense complexity. It took our human engineers over two standard hours to crack the system, two hours of dying men and Takers, two hours of bloodshed, stress, and fear. We retrieved as much as we could, but had to flee the base when we began to become outnumbered. Our exit lost us even more warriors, and we got out just in time. Less than a minute after we fled the monstrous structure, the World Unified Air Force dropped twenty five nuclear bombs on Los Angeles, nearly wiping out the Takers. All in all, the hellish endeavor was a success; granted that our original force of three hundred men had been reduced to twenty, the scientists added. This battle was won, but the Taker War is still raging on...


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