[ WP ] An Alien Empire invades the Earth . But things go horribly wrong when they realize that of all species on the universe , Humans are the ones with the greatest affinity for war

PART 1 
 
 It had happened before. Scouts abandoning contact to live amongst them; to observe. 
 
 They were rightly punished when we came. 
 
 For long we had drifted, ever closer to this system's life-star. For far we had come across the expanse. For hungry we were. 
 
 A blue marble, melted with shades of brown smeared across its surface. Stark outcroppings of green resided next to walls of white across the caps of the world. We had seen dozens of worlds like this, populated with the same kind of beings. Slowly down into the abyss they dragged their only home, raping it over and over again until eventually it could give no more. Perhaps it best we intervened in the cycles? Instead of anguish and death, there was now only quiet whispers of what once was on all those cold, barren planets. 
 
 Our people have forgotten our home. Not even the memory stores contain those stories anymore. That is why we travel, simultaneously lost and found. We are travellers, warriors, always desperate. 
 
 Our scouts' transmissions slowly stopped once we passed the dark body these beings had not yet found on the edge of their system. Some we knew had crashed; their old ships finally succumbing to millennia of vacuum exposure. Others remained a mystery. But it was no matter now. 
 
 We had arrived. 
 
 Our ships filled the skies around this planet, destroying or capturing their primitive messaging and surveillance satellites. No message was sent from us. We would not correspond with beings who's fate was already sealed. We brought a slow death with us. Taking anything and everything of value rarely left the inhabitants with anything of nourishment or sustenance. This time was to be no different. 
 
 PART 2 
 
 We drift now. Power and life elude us all. Our once-great ships float with mortal wounds, spilling their life-fluids out into the cosmos. Ships burn and crumble as they scrape the molecules of atmosphere surrounding the home of our vanquishers. Far below fires rage and smother the landscape, indignant at their slowly-shrinking brilliance. 
 
 Hard we had fought, using all our strength and prowess. Warriors we were. 
 
 Still it was no match for these beings. Possessing a fortitude and ruthlessness we had never witnessed before. Filled with a ferocity and an all-encompassing desire for life, our old ways and bodies were no match. 
 
 Our final rest will be brought on the wings of cold vacuum. Torn apart by explosions born of the smallest blocks of life, our ships no longer care or sustain us. Molecular connections ripped apart and shorn of their bonds by deceitful and sinister weapons of energy, we had become death. 
 
 As we died in vengeance in the heavens, they celebrated with exultation in the dirt below.
