Easter Island
Planet Earth: Pacific Ocean
Republic Of Bahn-Rah
August 10th 1966
12:21  PM, Twelve Days after “Contact”
Helen gasped, as she saw the Moai Statues rising out of the sea. Crowning a treeless rocky island in the middle of the ocean. She hadn't been in contact with her husband for nine days, and feared his death. She stood, frozen at the bow of the ship. Looking at the island as the ship neared it.
Alfredo had been awake for a few days in a cold dark closet-like cell with metal handcuffs minding his hands behind his back. He didn't know who these Greek-like aliens were and why or how they knew about huma. He was so lost in time that he felt it couldn't have been more than a day. Unbeknownst to him at the time, he was detained on the alien mother ship, which had lay waste to Besra'el City and Huma. and was now scowering Italy and France for Easter Island. Suddenly, a tall dark silhouette bathed the room in light. Standing with an ancient looking iron rod. Slapping it on its free palm. A second alien silhouette appeared. They looked in shape, like the first two he encountered in his house.
"You filthy, ugly creature!" An angry mutter opened Alfredo's eyes. He looked up at the talking silhouette. "You primates are not capable of the higher calling bestowed on us. We came looking for your secret. We came looking for your hidden knowledge. This Huma you speak so highly of has nothing for us." The alien with the rod-like device moved ever closer, speaking with hate just the same. Alfredo yelped. His thigh was burning ferociously. The flaming pain filed upwards and downwards throughout his entire body sending his leg bending painfully downwards. "Your Huma means nothing to us. Your planet will make a great bonfire. You will suffer the fate you deserve. Slavery will be too kind for you." Another crush of pain. "You will die just the same. But we know your secret. We found your island. This 'Easter Island.' And you will lead us to it. You will secure our new treasure and then we will let you die. No primate of your sort deserves to live." The alien grabbed him by the neck and walked out into a well-lit metal corridor.
It was the size of a Boeing 757. Large and powerful looking. The hovering craft was ancient looking, like a gleaming floating city on a cloud. It was hoving high above the Earth. High above Mount Olympus, Greece. Descending slowly to the surface like the gods of old. As soon as it landed on Mount Olympus, the city-like flying ship hissed loudly so that it could be heard across all of the mountains of Spartan Controlled Greece, into the ruins of Bahn-Rah's border towns. Inside the top most structure of the ship, sitting on a throne and crowned like an ornate pagan king was Chronulus the Mighty. Having murdered his father and attained the throne of Atlantis, the god-like king of Atlantis sat in a combat ready darkened room lit by dim blue wall lights forming geometric patterns around his throne. He was bearded. His brown beard glistened in the dim lights like a Greek conqueror. His youthful face was rather pale by comparison to average Spartans. He was beefy. Well built and healthy looking. His deep voice resonated about the halls to the hills outside his palacial ship. The ship he was aboard, was called Poseid. And many of the smaller warrior ships were approaching it rather slowly. Grass-hopping towards it as larger combat ready escorts patrolled the skies around them, firing down at any Spartan ship that might oppose them.
"I have come, prepared with a combat ready detachment and more to come. I am ready to secure this puny world and lay it to waste. These psycotic... apes... will rue the day they decided to enter the space age. The treasure they found and took from us, they will regret taking it." Chronulus finished speaking to the six men sitting with him. "M-my Lord, I feel that we ought not trouble ourselves with an insignificant creature as these Humans. Dare I say when we fought Athens many centuries ago, we lost that fight; and Poseidon punished us dearly. He destroyed our seven cities. He wiped us out. Our colonial expedition on this world failed once before. Why not cleanse the world and take by force what we came for?" The pale man looked timid and scared. "Well, Aegis," started Chronulus. His tone not changing, unflinching. "What we came for is under a remote location. We called it Rapa Nui. After those primitives who inhabited the area." He was fiddling with something in his hand. He continued speaking softly. Almost in a whisper. Never quivering or mincing a word. Choosing them carefully. "I feel that we were ambushed by these natives and their star-brothers. The heathenous Covenatrians will regret their transgressions. So organize an expedition. Find those who oppose us. Any human who shall oppose us or even so much as approach us; destroy them. Let us start here and spread outward." He smiled a toothy, evil smile as his apparent council timidly replied with salutes and "Yes, my lord!"
No sooner than he said his words, large sky-scraper sized walkers were walking down the side of the mountain, followed by foot soldiers and pilot-less drones. The pilot-less walkers were firing red rays at anything that lay in their path. Shooting down Spartan aircraft and burning troops and civilians that opposed them. No one on Earth was ready for the arrival of this much firepower. Even as non-Earth bound entities such as the Union of Worlds, the Tenebreans; and the Covenatrians prepared to spill across the northern border to meet this suprising turn of events.