Chapter 1 (not completed) (semi-update 1)

"How did all of it begin? Well I don't even know where to begin. I mean, it was a long time ago, and memories do not come easily in old age. Let’s see.... it all started in the year 3017. The United States had been one of the countries that was not hit hard. I don't think that anyone really knew what was happening. One moment we are going about our daily life... then the sky quite literally fell down upon us, or planetary defenses were breached, and the enemy broke through our planetary shielding. I was just 5 years old when they attacked, I remember seeing enemy fighters streaming through the giant hole that the mother ship created. Our ground and air forces were destroyed in a matter of seconds. We had never planned for an actual battle on earth's soil. The world's leaders finally agreed to make a complete and utter peace. It just so happed that one of the enemy’s pin-point bombs landed in the little clearing of houses where my family lived. I was almost at the park in town when the bomb hit the clearing. These bombs were designed to only destroy on target, so everyone else who lived in town and I were safe. I ran to the clearing when I first saw the explosion, as did most of the town's folk. By the time we were able to run to the clearing nothing was left except a hungry fire staring at me, burrowing into my soul, torturing me, taunting me with the death of my parents."1

The biographer sat up straighter as he slightly leaned toward John, "Mr. Price, could you possible shed any light on your childhood past your parent’s death? Or do you possibly wish that I come back tomorrow?" The biographer looked at John with those same hungry, greedy eyes that he saw in the fire. The biographer's eyes reminded John of a starving lion looking at a piece of perfect sirloin steak, was that all John was to this man a piece of steak? John did not like the idea of being put into the same category as a piece of steak, especially to a man that he hardly even knew. Though, John had to admit that telling this man what he went through did feel good, so he decided to let this man chew on what he could dish out.2

John finally looked up from his hands and said, "I will tell you all that happened, that is if you can handle it."3

Year 302844

Eleven Years after incident5

John's Apartment6

Boulder, Colorado7

The only reason that humans and Earth survived is because a race of aliens who were a "big brother" species sent an attack force that easily out gunned the invasion fleet. Thus forcing the other alien's invasion fleet back and out of the Milky way Galaxy. The protectorate aliens explained that they are a race named the Ketared. The Ketared were a species that mimicked human appearance. Though the alien's bone structure was made much like a human’s but with a layer of bone just below the sin to act as a type of natural body armor.
Kevin looked up from his text book, Kevin always found alien anatomy fascinating, while most just found it discussing. Humans had never really looked at any other species with decency. Over the past 5 years Kevin has taken a liking to the Ketared, he liked how the Ketared had never looked down on humans, even though humans were less evolved than the Ketared.
“Still studying?” John remarked with a slight smile.
Kevin emerged from behind the textbook, interested to find who had interrupted his studies, “Oh hey John.” Kevin gently closed the book and smoothed his hands up the book’s cover. “It’s amazing. You know their anatomy. Their skin also contains titanium atoms, so they are capable of being super strong. Maybe if we could insert titanium into…”
John laughed. “Give it a rest bud. They’re big they’re tough, they’re… aliens. End of discussion.”
Kevin sighed. John didn’t share his view on alien anatomy or even politics. Kevin could talk about Ketared politics for hours.
“I mean, dude, you’ve never even seen one.”
“John, I’m 16. I still have plenty of time to meet one. I’m not expected to die until I’m 172. A lot can happen in 156 years. “Kevin glanced out the window and into the dark sky. What he would give to travel through space and leave this stupid dormitory behind. That was one of the things that Kevin and John had in common, and it was the thing that made them friends. “Who Knows?”
John snorted. “Yeah, maybe you can start a new race by getting an alien girlfriend!” They may have wanted to travel space, but for different reasons; Kevin wanted to study, but John wanted revenge.
Lost in thought about revenge and new possibilities of enhancing mankind’s society and their anatomy, John and Kevin never even noticed the door had started to slowly open until it was too late. The door flew open making a loud banging notice that was just loud enough to bring John and Kevin back to their surroundings. John and Kevin now noticed that the door was open and a spherical object was headed for their heads. “Crap hit the deck!” Kevin shouted, though he was too late, the spherical ball hit both John and Kevin on their foreheads.
“Damn I hate that mail boy!” John screamed, as he stormed out to once again trash the tiny machine that the mail boy used to rocket the ball into the room. The mailbox’s name was Colton, as Colton emerged from the confines of the hallway he handed the mail