[ WP ] An invading force as attacked and taken over Earth . In disgrace , the last survivors are allowed to leave the planet in search of life elsewhere . You are one of these survivors . Describe the scene as you leave your home planet .

The Mickta had laws against completely extinguishing a species, or at least that was what we could understand from the complex translation device they had built. Our fate as a species was told through repeating patterns of elements as the last of us were ushered onto the waiting ship. 
 
 Just a few small towns from all across the world had been `` rescued'' hours before, few of us speaking a common language. The Mickta, you see, had no way to speak, no vocal cords. The gestures and clacks of their nails might have been understood in time, if they'd given us the chance. I think the worst part was n't being told we were leaving as much as not being told why they came in the first place. 
 
 Two hundred years had passed since man's first spaceflight, what few colonies we'd established in the solar system served no purpose in those first days other than a possible warning sign when communications stopped. There was n't anyway to stop it though, not really. The Mickta razed the planet in a single day, choking out humanity. They let us watch ( or made us, I'll never know ) as their ships incinerated the atmosphere. From aboard our temporary holding area I watched the world burn. It took less than an hour for their fleet to orbit the planet, leaving it scorched. 
 
 There were outraged cries, of course. Some wept, some prayed. Mostly though everyone just stared. There was nothing to do but watch and slowly realize that we were all that was left of life on Earth. The panic was the worst, when the whispers started wondering what was next, why us, where were they taking us, what was the reason. There was no reason. Reason had abandoned us for reality, and in the midst of it there were cries of rebellion or submission. Ultimately, though, like so many cattle, we accepted our fate and heeded the message. 
 
 Once the doors shut behind us, the few with backgrounds in technical fields moved to the front of the city-mob and set about exploring the ship. It would n't be long before we formed a loose organizational government and distributed roles to people as were necessary. Supplies were discovered, of a sort. It took time but we created systems that were self sustaining. Engineers and scientists figured out how to pilot the craft we'd been gifted. 
 
 Our aggressors were still in orbit over our birth planet, and made no move to stop us when we finally decided to leave and follow the crude astronomical charts that had been created. The Mickta had laws against extinguishing an entire species, you see.
