Finish my story

[Blarg]

lol

god damnit lol. using my powers against me

[Tajin]

Meanwhile,
Advance Sergeant Carl Harris, leader of the attack squadron now in orbit over Skylon 4, had more important things to think about than the neuroses of an air-headed bimbo named Laurie with whom he had spent one sweaty night over a year ago. "A.S. Harris to Geostation 17," he said into his transgalactic communicator. "Polar orbit established. No sign of resistance so far..." But before he could sign off a bluish particle beam flashed out of nowhere and blasted a hole through his ship's cargo bay. The jolt from the direct hit sent him flying out of his seat and across the cockpit.

As the hostilities in orbit escalate, in the surface of Skylon 4, know to the locals as ReliPoop, the tribe of the Nazuites took the lights in the night sky as a signal to begin the purification of ReliPoop; while in the underground caves the tribe of Wall Street Hippies, tired of drinking stale water prepare to take over the surface.