Alien Executioners Land on Earth, Death Itself Answers the Call | HFY | Sci-Fi Stories

the sky tore open above the abandoned city as the Caro warships descended through the atmosphere their massive black holes blocked out the sun casting a shadow over the ruins below these ships silent but menacing hovered just above the ground before lowering ramp after ramp from within the depths of their holds hundreds of armored figures marched forward in perfect Unison the Caro executioners had arrived on Earth zerich the commander of this Elite Battalion stood at the Forefront his Crimson armor gleaming against the desolation of the city his cold reptilian eyes surveyed the landscape with disdain to

him Earth Was Just Another War torn Planet one of many his people had conquered the Galactic Empire had sent them here with a simple directive eliminate the remaining pockets of human resistance that had proven too Troublesome for the Empire's forces begin the sweep zarak commanded his voice sharp and devoid of emotion his second in command Crowes nodded and began barking orders to the soldiers the Battalion fanned out moving through the ruins with mechanical Precision weapons drawn and scanning for any signs of Life their armor glinted under the faint Light breaking through the ships above their

movements silent but lethal Zark's gaze lingered on the city's remnants it had once been a place of Life its streets filled with the Mund M noise of human activity now only Hollow shells of buildings remained crumbling under the weight of time and conflict the Caro had seen worlds like this before worlds that had resisted and failed but something about this place felt wrong zerich a seasoned Warrior could sense an unfamiliar tension in the air the reports had mentioned a human resistance small scattered groups that use Guerilla tactics yet as his Battalion advanced there was no

sign of life not even the faintest echo of footsteps or a rustle in the wind minutes passed and then hours the executioners moved deeper into the Heart of the City methodical in their search but the silence persisted it was as if the city itself had been abandoned long before their arrival Zark's instincts honed over countless campaigns told him something wasn't right Commander croy's voice crackled over the calm we've lost cont with unit 9 Zark's eyes narrowed lost contact yes sir they were investigating the southern sector their signals cut out abruptly Zark's grip tighten on his

weapon it wasn't uncommon for units to face interference in hostile environments but the executioners were equipped with the most advanced technology in the Galaxy their systems didn't fail easily send a recovery team I want answers Crowes complied but but within moments another message came through Commander unit 6 has gone dark as well Northern perimeter Zark's patience thinned this wasn't a simple malfunction the cars all were under attack but by what his alien mind struggled to comprehend an enemy that could take out his soldiers without leaving a trace he had faced insurgents Rebels even Assassins but

never had his forces been picked apart so quietly his calm crackled again this time Cy's voice was more urgent Commander there's something on the helmet cam from unit 9 you need to see this zerich tapped a button on his wrist projecting a holographic feed in front of him the helmet cam footage flickered to life showing unit 9 advancing through the ruins their weapons raised the footage was shaky but clear enough and then Darkness the camera went black for several seconds when the image returned only one thing was visible a figure standing amidst the Fallen executioners

the figure was draped in a long tattered cloak his face obscured by Shadows was unnerving but it was the way he stood motionless that sent a chill through Zark's spine the man seemed to radiate an aura of death itself the camera zoomed in on him before the feed cut out for good who is this zarat growled but there was no answer his soldiers were being hunted and this thing was responsible cres watching the footage beside him shifted uncomfortably it's just one man he said though his voice lacked conviction one man who has killed two units

without a sound zerich corrected his voice cold we are being hunted Zark's eyes narrowed as he replayed the footage in his mind the figure had made no move to hide there was no salty in his actions only a quiet confidence that unnerved even the hardened Commander this was no human Rebel the man they were dealing with was far more dangerous Crowes initiate protocol 17 we are no longer searching we're hunting yes commander the Caro adjusted their tactics now moving in larger formations they deployed drones scanners and thermal detectors all designed to locate any trace of

human life yet no matter how advanced their technology the city remained silent zerak couldn't shake the growing feeling of dread every Commander prided himself on control but this enemy this de as the humans had whispered in their final Transmissions seemed Beyond his reach the executioners were the best killers in the Galaxy but what haunted them now defied the natural order another report came in another unit lost lost Zark's frustration boiled over enough of this find him and end this as his Battalion spread out again zerich lingered for a moment staring at the crumbling Skyline he

had come to Earth expecting a Slaughter but now it seemed as though the slaughter was waiting for him the executioners had come to deliver death but now it seemed death had arrived before them a silent shadow that had no fear of them no regard for their prowess this was not a mission of extermination anymore this was survival zerich stood in the dim light of the alien warships staring at the city that now seemed to close and around him the executioners were on edge their once impenetrable confidence eroding with every silent minute that passed the enemy

they had come to kill was nowhere and everywhere moving like a ghost through the ruins his Battalion the elite of the carzo had been reduced to a desperate search for one man Crowes zerich called to his second in command who stood nearby helmet on eyes scanning the empty streets status we've lost four more units Commander we're down to 65 men drones aren't detecting anything but this is no ordinary human the environment is working against us he's using the Shadows the buildings he knows the terrain it's almost as if Crowley hesitated his voice trailing off an

unusual break in his usual composed tone zerk didn't need him to finish he knew exactly what cres wanted to say but didn't dare it was as if this de controlled the city itself bending its ruins to his will but zerich refused to entertain such thoughts he had been trained in thousands of forms of combat let assaults on countless worlds and never before had he allowed fear to compromise a mission yet even now annoying unease gripped him do you believe in ghost cres Zark's voice was sharp meant to cut through the tension no Commander cres replied

quickly though there was no conviction behind the words good because we are not running from some Phantom this is a man nothing more and he will bleed just like the rest cres nodded though zerich saw the doubt creeping into his Lieutenant's posture the car were executioners not Hunters they were trained to exterminate masses to overwhelm with force not to chase a single Spectre through an empty City this was unfamiliar ground for all of them and zerich knew that every moment they didn't locate their enemy their morale crumbled further suddenly a crackle came through Zero's calm

unit 12 to command we've cited something sector 3 Zark's heart surged report there was a brief silence followed by a low shaky voice it's him the one they call death he's static cut off the rest of the transmission unit 12 report zared barked but only silence responded he switched channels Crowes take a team to sector 3 I want him found Crowes nodded sharply Gathering a group of soldiers and heading into the Maze of crumbling streets zerich watched them disappear into the Gloom the city swallowing them up he activated the comms again patching into Crowley's helmet

cam to track their progress the footage was sharp the executioners moving with lethal precision as they scann every corner every crevice their rifles hummed softly ready to fire at the first sign of movement but the streets remained eerily empty save for the howling wind I don't like this one of the soldiers muttered silence Crowley snapped stay alert heun's out here watching us minutes passed and the tension thickened then suddenly there was movement a flicker in the distance but camera jerked as Crowley turned eyes narrowing at a shadow that seemed to Dart between two buildings there

Crowley hissed his team moving quickly toward the alley they rushed in rifles ra but as they rounded the corner they found nothing only empty space and the faint sound of metal clattering in the distance Cy's breathing quickened his hands tightening on his weapon he's toying with us he muttered keep your guard up before they could react a sound like tearing metal echoed from behind them the camera spun just in time to capture a blur death he moved with unnatural speed closing the distance in an instant croy's men fired but their shots at only empty air

as the figure vanished into the Shadows again leaving two soldiers dead in his wake their bodies slumped in lifeless before they even realized they'd been struck Crowley's curse his composure slipping As He barked into the calms we need reinforcements he's here he's another flash another strike this time the camera went dark and zerich heard only the distant sound of a blade cutting through the air followed by a sickening thud Crowes was gone zarich clench his fists his anger boiling over pull the remaining units back to the plaza he ordered we regroup and take him down

together the executioners fell back gathering in the city's Central Square their numbers dwindled and their once unshakable confidence shattered they had come to Earth expecting an easy extermination but now they were the prey hunted by something that defied all logic this was not how wars were supposed to be fought they were Caro executioners of the Galaxy how could one man be doing this to them Zark's thoughts were interrupted by a strange noise laughter it echoed through the ruins cold and mocking it wasn't human nor was it alien it was something else entirely it was death

you think you can escape me a voice boomed from the Shadows you you can't run You Can't Hide You Will All Die Here on this forsaken World Zara gritted his teeth his eyes darting from Shadow to Shadow Show Yourself he roared but the only answer was a faint whisper Wind Through the desolate streets the executioners huddled together in the Square watched the darkness with wide fearful eyes they were Killers bred for war and destruction but now they trembled like children lost in a nightmare a zerich tightened his grip on his weapon they had come to

deliver death but now death had found them first form a perimeter he ordered we make our stand here in the silence that followed the executioners took their positions scanning the darkness waiting for the inevitable death was coming for them and deep down zerich knew they wouldn't leave the city alive and as the night crept in the executioners realized that they were no long Bel to the hunters the city was silent a dead Hollow silence that suffocated the remaining Caro executioners as they stood in a tight Circle in the Central Plaza their red armor once gleaming

with the promise of Conquest was now dull beneath the Gathering Gloom the massive ships that had once blotted out the sun now hovered overhead powerless to intervene this was no longer a war of armies but a battle between life and death one man against the finest killers in the Galaxy zerich stood at the center his eyes scanning the ruins around them the Shadows twisting like living things his once unshakable confidence had frayed his forces had been decimated not by overwhelming opposition but by a single enemy a man who had turned Earth into his hunting ground

and now it was clear that this was where it would end stay sharp zerich growled to the remaining solders he's here I can feel it the tension among the Caro was palpable every soldier's weapon was drawn aimed at the darkness beyond the perimeter their helmet scanned the ruins with Advanced sensors but there was nothing the air itself felt thick oppressive as if the very City conspired against them without warning a figure emerged from the Shadows moving with a fluid unnatural Grace he was cloaked in darkness his face obscured by the folds of his hood but

his presence was unmistakable this was the being the humans had called Death he moved like a predator unhurried and calm as though the battle had already been decided Zark's eyes locked onto him rage boiling beneath his skin you think you can kill us all his voice was sharp a challenge to the Phantom that had eluded them for so long death didn't answer he simply stood there still as a statue watch ing it was a silence that unnerved Zer the most the quiet certainty that radiated from the man as if he knew how this confrontation would

end zerich raised his weapon finger hovering over the trigger open fire he commanded a barrage of plasma bolts exploded from The Executioner's rifles Illuminating the plaza in bursts of green and blue the air crackled with energy as the beam shot toward death but they hit nothing in an instant he was gone vanished into the Shadows again where is he one of the soldiers shouted spinning in place his voice tinged with panic Zark's heart pounded in his chest he had seen enemies Dodge fire before but never liked this death wasn't merely fast he seemed to anticipate

every move every shot as though he was not bound by the same rules of time and space suddenly a scream echoed through the plaza one of of the soldiers collapsed his throat slashed open by an invisible Blade the other spun to face the source but death was already gone again moving through the ranks like a phantom striking with terrifying Precision each time he appeared another executioner fell their armor splintering under his blows their blood staining the cracked Earth Zark's mind raced this wasn't a battle anymore it was a massacre his elite soldiers trained in the

art of killing were being picked apart one by one panic set in as they fired wildly into the darkness their discipline crumbling in the face of an enemy they couldn't even touch Zark's breathing became labored as he scanned the Shadows desperate to catch even a glimpse of the enemy his grip on his rifle tightened until his knuckles turned white he couldn't allow this he was zerich commander of the caral executioners he had led his people to Victory on a hundred Worlds how could it end like this his thoughts were interrupted by a sudden presence behind

him a cold breath on the back of his neck zerk spun swinging his rifle in an arc but it was too late death was already upon him his dark form looming over the commander zerich struck out with the butt of his rifle but de caught the blow with ease twisting Zero's weapon from his grasp with a swift motion zerich stumbled back his heart pounding in his chest this was it the final moment he had tried to avoid since the hunt began you are not like the others de said his voice low and calm barely more

than a whisper but even you cannot Escape what is coming zerich gritted his teeth refusing to surrender I will die fighting he growled drawing a blade from his side the weapon gleamed under the dim light humming with energy death tilted his head slightly as if considering the challenge good the two clashed in a whirlwind of motion Zer swung the blade with practice Precision every strike aimed to kill but death was faster always a step ahead dodging and en countering with fluid Grace it was like fighting the wind every time zerich thought he had him death

Slipped Away always just Out Of Reach then with a swift effortless motion death disarmed zerk sending the blade clattering to the ground zerich stumbled falling to his knees he looked up at death Breathing heavily his mind racing to find a way out but there was none death stood over him silent and still there was no malice in his expression no Triumph only the cold inevitable presence of someone who had already won you were never the hunter de whispered you were always the prey with one swift movement death brought his hand down and the world went

black the plaza was quiet now the bodies of the executioners scattered across the ground like broken dolls the ships above remained motionless unaware of the fate of those Below in the distance the wind howled through the empty streets carrying with it the faintest echo of a victory not won through strength or numbers but through inevitability de stood alone in the center of the plaza his dark cloak billowing in the Wind the battle was over the cars all had come to deliver death but instead they had found it waiting for them with a final glance at

the desolate City death turned and melted into the Shadows once more leaving only silence behind