Conquest Earth Access

On the screen below, a single image flickered—a drone feed from what remained of a city called Geneva. A child, no older than six, stood alone in a crater. She held a torn flag in one hand and a broken toy in the other. She wasn’t crying. She was staring directly up at the sky. At the Odyssey .

He turned from the viewport. His face was carved from the same stone as the war memorials back on Mars. “Did we?” Conquest Earth

“God help us for what comes next.”

Vell blinked. “Sir? We won.”

He sat down in the command chair, suddenly feeling every one of his fifty years. On the screen below, a single image flickered—a

“All sectors report compliance, sir,” said Ensign Vell, though her voice trembled. “Ground forces are securing the capital. Casualties… are catastrophic.” She wasn’t crying

Thorne didn’t flinch. He had memorized the brief: Three billion human lives lost in the first hour. Another two billion displaced. Ninety-seven percent of military assets vaporized. The numbers had lost their meaning somewhere between the fall of the Atlantic Wall and the surrender of the Pacific Fleet.