"D7, the Assault Carrier is prepared to harvest your selected targets, however, may I inquire how this pertains to directive?"
"No, you may not. It simply does."
"That answer is not suff-"
"Silence, begin."
"Very well, D7."
The massive Drone ship pulled into position above the city, helicopters racing around it's structure. Seconds later, they were quickly shot out of the sky, this move was followed by a sudden release of probe-like machines. Rather than essentially being floating mechanisms designed to search, they possessed an array of tentacles with claws on their ends, and were much quicker.
They descended upon the city, snatching people off the streets. Authorities retaliated, of course, this failed. Within minutes, hundreds of human beings were being returned to the belly of the ship.
"795 of 800 targets successfully collected. 3 terminated upon contact, 2 self-terminated through accidental cause. Returning to safe distance. I will bring around the shuttle."
"Affirmative." D7 responded, looking upwards from the rooftop of a far off building as the ship disappeared once again, hidden by the planet's atmospheric conditions. The shuttle landed behind her, she was quick to enter, and with that, it followed the ship into orbit.
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By now, the space above the region was a satellite graveyard, wreckage floating about freely, eventually destabilizing and falling into the planet only to burn up in the atmosphere. The ship loomed amongst this debris field ominously, accompanied by D7's research vessel, the latter of which being the destination of the shuttle as it came about the scene as well.
Landing in the main hangar, transport pods were dropping off loads of harvestees. D7 exited the shuttle, pleased that her plan went on quickly, just as planned. The screams of the occupants was hardly audible in the depressurized space, but still just enough to bring a thrill to her. They were escorted off to the primary col storage region, D7 herself using the ship's local teleportation system to arrive in the main biological laboratory. There, she awaited the first testee. When it was brought in, it appeared frightened, panicked, so weak sedative gasses were pumped into the chemical atmospheric mixture. The subject was released from it's restraints, immediately looking about the small room, then focusing attention upon D7.
"Wh-What do you want?! What is this place?! Wheres my daughter?!" it cried, breaking into a sobbing state.
"I want to help you." D7 spoke, into the telecom. The subject looked up from his broken form, hope just grazing his face.
"You do? Then why did you take me here? Why did you take all those people?!" It exclaimed, standing up, seeming to gain courage.
"Necessity called, its far beyond you, a much larger cause than yourself, or any of you, for that matter. You see, I need a champion. I need you. There is a great war coming, and I have selected those who I see to be the best of the best. You are one of them."
The subject looked at the glass with a face of disbelief, as though it was too much to conceive at once, quite amusing.
"The hell are you talking about."
"This." 7 said, as a holographic screen showed the city beneath them being invaded by masses of unknown ships, dropping armies, people running frantically for their lives. It was not real, but it seemed real enough.
"I.. I don't believe it.. that's Bullshit!"
"Fine. Don't. If you won't do it for them, for your people, then do it for her." D7 said, a panel aside from the Subject opened, showing a young girl no older than eight restrained.
"I wish it didn't come to this, but these are desperate times."
"Michelle!" The subject said, running to her. A light barrier prevented him.
"Join, or she suffers a fate I quite frankly do not wish to put her through." D7 said coldly. He banged at the hard-light barrier, cursing under his breath and falling to his knees, breaking down.
"Fine.. just.. just please don't hurt her.. please.. I'll do anything you want! God dammit just don't hurt her." It said, breaking to her commands. D7 smiled, as suddenly, the girl, Michelle, phased out of sight, revealed to be merely a hologram. The subject looked on in horror.
"Thank you for your time. Now, have a nice day." D7 said, as MB toned in.
"Test complete, shall I prepare the subjugators?"
"Affirmative, and dispose of that thing." D7 said, sounding now disgusted by the Subject, who now was backed against the wall it utter horror. Acidic gas was piped into the room, as view into the room lessened, only the Subject's scream could be heard, before D7 disabled the audio. She smiled, looking back, before leaving. In hundreds of other rooms identical, subjects were rushed in. Subjugation Units began pressuring each individual with similar methods. After that, those who submitted were brought to the augmentation labs, those who didn't were shipped off to the Biological Test Labs, to be put to use.
In the Augmentation Labs, the subjects (733 in total) were put under anesthetics, as surgery droids placed visual distortion implants into their optical nerves and other associated parts. This would cause severe perversion in what they saw when they were redeployed to the planet, they would see devastation and war which did not exist. This was but a trial for the primary invasion to weaken defenses globally, to have them fight themselves for a period, since the planet itself was considered to be that of high risk. Once essential threats were neutralized, purging could begin.
D7 returned to the surface of the planet, awaiting for the moment to enact The Trial.
