[ WP ] Aliens have just made contact with Earth . Strangely enough , it seems that human technology is superior .

It did n't go as planned. The information was wrong, it was all so very wrong. 
 
 20 years ago, according to how humans measure time, they had received a strange message. The message came abruptly, and passed just the same. MIR. LENIN. SSR. It took them time to figure out what those were, what they meant, and where they came from. Earth. A strange planet, blue and green danced on its surface. They knew blue! They knew it very well, for it was their grass and it was highly flammable. They took incredible, high quality photos from their state-of-the art viewing equipment. With determination, they set out for this planet. To conquer it. 
 
 Their ship blew up during descent, loud noisy creatures roared around them as they fell. Half of the crew was alive, one quarter injured, and the rest were dead. That count rose once they met the ground. It was n't blue. Large beings with their faces covered came storming towards the aliens, forceful and aggressive. They were bulky looking, covered in swirled colors of beige and green. They were ready, and strong. Just as the crew had been before the atmosphere ruined their flight. 
 
 The aliens did n't know about this. They knew there were beings here, how else could that message have arrived? They'd learned that the message said peace *and* world. They figured these creatures were going to be easy to mow down, peace never meant ready to fight. Frightened and frustrated, those who could fight, stood up and drew their own weapons. Phaser guns. Ko-kopu, a mere underling, fired. It was a loud, sudden pop and light shot forth from the small weapon. That light would vaporize anything in its path, it was how they'd won the war against the Hututuzinks. They eliminated the enemy into thin air. Caught off guard, the bulky being stood and took the hit. It was just a small black mark on his arm. There was nothing more. The being grunted and fired his own gun, Ko-kopu fell where he stood. The aliens stood in shock, their comrade was down. It had fired through his helmet, the reinforced, withstand-all-glass held a small, circular entry point. Never before had the helmet failed to protect against any attack. Loud machines that roamed the ground arrived. They were as noisy as the gun that had slain their own, and picked up the debris of their ship. The was the heaviest metal they had, able to withstand all elements. Except for this planet. 
 
 What were these creatures? Why had they sent a message of peace if they did n't mean it? The aliens did n't really resist when they were grabbed. All 8 arms, caught, tied and bound. Another underling Ru-kopu made one last attempt, this time, a peaceful one. He dug the photo of earth from his combat suit and raised a scaled arm to the face of the bulky being. 
 
 `` Le-nin.'' He clicked. `` Leniiiinnnnn!'' 
 
 `` What the heck is this pixelated crap?'' The bulky being snapped, yanking the photo away from Ru-kopu. No one understood what those words were, none learned *this* language. 
 
 `` Lenin!'' The leader joined in, repeating Ru-kopu. `` Mir! SSR!'' 
 
 The aliens began chanting now, swallowing their pride. The chant was a beg for their lives now, they watched their dead comrade be drug away. 
 
 `` I remember! In 1962 a message was sent to space... I think they got it!'' 
 
 `` That was years ago. You mean to tell me they just got it? What are they, space bumpkins? Haul em up, alert 52.'' 
 
 The aliens continued their chant as they were lead to the loud ground machines. 

