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For a long time now, the possibility of "alternate realities" has interested the human race. Each possible decision in life branching off and creating another universe. So many things could change with just one different decision. The human race could of been destroyed. The human race could of turned into the dominant species of the Universe. Or a car could of been bought in a different colour. Or maybe one human decided to get a dog instead of a cat. Every possible decision and action leads to the creation of another Universe. It's interesting how one thing could change so much. Imagine a world where the Nazis won World War II, or where the human race didn't find the Americas for another hundred years.
For one particular reality, one small decision that was made wrong cost the lives of every living thing in a Galaxy, soon to be a Universe.

The year is 2057 A.D, and the human race is finally sending probes to other planets. One planet is found, and from that planet the enemy emerges.

[font=Fixedsys]Year: 2057 A.D.

"The probe is almost at the planet sir." A young technician said to his commanding officer, General Hank McArthur of the United States of America.
"Maybe this one will be able to support life, eh guys?" His voice was filled with a spark of hope. He could see a war coming, and although he doubted he would be alive to see it, he hoped he could play a small part of moving away before it starts. The response to his question was a low grumbling from each person.
"Twenty-eighth planet the charm." One said, sarcasm filling his voice.
But the General failed to notice it, and took it as a positive remark.
"Indeed, now how long before it arrives?"
The technician checked his bank of monitors and gave a neutral look to the General.
"Were in orbit above the planet sir, scanes are starting now." The room went quiet and all that could be heard was the sound of the instruments beeping. All of the personel gathered to the monitors, which would shortly broadcast what the probe was seeing. A few tense moments passed where nothing happened. Then the probe came to life and the camera was activated. What was showed disappointed all in the room.
The planet in question was covered with lava flows, obviously uninhabited and obviously incapable of holding life anyway. The sun was a dark shade of red, possibly nearing the end of it's life and deadly radiation spilling from it is also killing the planet.
"So much for planet number twenty-eight." A technician mumbled.
The technician who was controlling the probe suddenly started frantically pressing buttons on his console. His eyes were alive with activity and he looked like he would burst from the suprise.
"Get over here!" He exclaimed loudly.
"What is it?" Asked the General.
"I've got something on the radar sir, it's a ship."
The Generals face instantly lit up. A possibility of alien life being discovered? He was thrilled with the prospect and instantly ordered the technician to point the camera at the ship. The monitors burst into life again and showed the object heading for the probe.
"I'm showing a basic scan of the ship on one of the monitors now." The lead technician said. Seconds later one monitor went black, then returned to life with a spinning 3D image of the foreign object. It appeared to take a shape similar to a squid. It's tenticles were held behind it and moved continuously, creating some sort of thrust.
"It's increasing in speed sir, heading for the probe." He read his instruments again. "It's on a collision course sir!" The ship increased speed, and at the last second expanded it's tenticles out, wrapping the ship in it's metal skeleton.
"It's doing something sir, should I cut systems on the probe?"

[font=Century Gothic]In our reality the General orders the systems cut, saving the human race. But not this time.

"Lets see what it's doing." He replied, interest filling his mind as he tried to discover what it was the ship was doing. Suddenly, the monitors turned off. Every monitor in the room went dark. Then they returned, a new message written on their screens.
D-E-S-T-R-O-Y, D-E-S-T-R-O-Y, D-E-S-T-R-O-Y...
The message kept repeating itself, over and over until it filled the screens. Then the monitors went off, and the sound systems came to life. They gave the same message.
D-E-S-T-R-O-Y, D-E-S-T-R-O-Y, D-E-S-T-R-O-Y...
"Shut it down now!" The General ordered.
"It's too late sir, it's take control of the systems."
"What is it?"
"It's a virus, the ship has sent a virus to us."
"Isolate it then." A young technician shouted from the back of the crowd.
"It's too late, we can't stop it."
"We can't let it get out of the base, self destruct."
The monitors returned to life, the message filled with triumph and intent.
T-H-I-S W-O-R-L-D W-I-L-L B-U-R-N, T-H-I-S W-O-R-L-D W-I-L-L B-U-R-N...
Then the room filled with a screach so terrifying even the General's heart was racing faster than it should be able to. The monitors began to explode, one by one the message streamed across the screens until the monitor could take it no more and explode. It continued until only one monitor remained, and what it showed gave all in the room the final message, they were going to die.
S-E-L-F D-E-S-T-R-U-C-T, 4.76
The countdown decreased, and for his final seconds the General muttered.
"I am a leaf in the wind, watch how I soar." Then he closed his eyes and died along with his staff and the hope for the human race.

After these events, the human race stood no chance. The virus had escaped, and began to systematically de-activate the planets defense systems. Then the enemy came personally. Before the probe arrived at the planet the enemy did not possess cruise engine technology. The race that had created them had not reached that level of technological advancement before they were destroy. The human race delivered the tool the enemy needed to begin to destroy the galaxy, to take the resources and expand, learn, and replicate...

[font=Fixedsys]Year: 2058

"Sir, we are being contacted by the Russians." The Chief of Operations at Cheyenne Mountain said to the President of the United States of the time, Karlson Black. He was annoyed that the Russians now had the most powerful arsenol on the planet. Russia had been hit hard, but not hard enough to cripple their Military power. The United States had been hit so hard that all parts of the Military were crippled so much that if invaded it would be a short fight. The Russians also had the only working space radar and space program of the time, which aggrivated the President all the more.
"Patch them through then."
The small operation centre of the mountain was filled with the recognized Russian accent.
"Mr President, i'm afraid we have some alarming news. We are detecting a fleet of ships heading for our planet."
"At least you cut straight to it, are you sure it's the same things we found a year ago?"
"Da, we have scanned them and their ships are of the same design structure."
"How bad is it?"
"There are several hundred ships.... I'm sorry, but it looks grim."
"We always pull through, we always..." The room was filled with a massive vibration that knocked most off their feet.
"The communication is gone sir." The Chief said. "And we detect ships over the mountain, there firing."
"Thank you for that obvious intelligence Chief." was all the President could say as he forced himself onto his feet. Another massive vibration threatened to send him back down. The roof above them crumbled slightly, covering the Chief with a thin layer of powder.
"Another ship is over us, much bigger than the others." The Chief turned away from the screen to give his final words to the President face to face. "It's a big one." The biggest shockwave yet struck the room. The roof started to collapse, the first pieces falling onto the Chief and killing him. The President surveyed the carnage, the dying and the dead. He chose the line from the end of a poem, found it suitable.
"Now let that be a lesson." He said.

//Pending re-writing.//


Year: 816 A.S.

A small Nomad controlled station in the depths of Omicron Iota, with an unknown ship on the sensors.
"Shoot it down," The commanding Nomad snarled in the Nomadic language.
"Weapons are having no effect," a Nomad at the controls replied. "The ship is hailing us."
A face appeared on the front wall of the room, a human female. The background of her ship was covered with wires.
"Open the docking doors or we'll blast through them," the female ordered in the Nomad language. The Nomads did nothing. The docking doors remained closed. "Fine," the female said. A loud shockwave shook the enter station.
"The human has breached the docking area."
"Have her brought to me."
A few minutes passed. Then the female was brought into the room by two infested humans holding nomadic weaponry.
"Why have you come here?" The Nomad commander asked.
"For an alliance," the female replied. The Nomads in the room began to laugh, or the closest thing they could manage.
"We will send you back to where you came from," the commander said. 'But you will be implanted with one of us. It will infiltrate your organization and destroy it for foolishness." The female said nothing. Another Nomad entered the room, bringing itself to it's full height infront of the female. It's tenticles wrapped around her mouth, forcing it open. Then it launched itself and burrowed into the throat. The female began to shake violently.
Several minutes passed, then the female eventually began what she had come to do. She opened her mouth slightly and the Nomad's body dribbled out, dead. The arm of the female began to change. The entire right arm appeared to turn into a liquid metal. It solidified into a pointed sword. The female took a lunge and stabbed her arm into the commander. The Nomad fell to the ground, killed.
The female began to speak.
"The Machines do not need this, they request this. If you wish the human race to be destroyed by war and not infiltration then you shall hear us or you shall be made extinct by us."
"What do you want?" The Nomad by the controls asked.
"Allies."

[font=Century Gothic]The Machines plan was simple. The Nomads were far more powerful than they were in the Machine Universe. Obviously the time differences had allowed for that to happen. Although the Machines were far more advanced then both the humans and the Nomads, the ships still needed maintenence, and repairs, and a Galaxy full of hostiles did not suit the Machines. The Nomads were organic, and although they were not as easily manipulated as the humans it could still be done. The Machines told the Nomads what they were, and also that in their own Universe the Machines and the Nomads were great allies who conquested the Universe together. This part was obviously a lie, but the Nomads believed it. The female was given the mind of the Machines and sent to the Nomads to make this happen. The human mind was not designed for that purpose, so the human would die after a while. But there were plenty where they came from. The Machines and the Nomads formed a shakey alliance, of course it was not meant to last. At least the Machines knew that part. Once the human race was destroyed and enough Machine ships had been built the Nomads would be destroyed.
When the Nomads backs were turned after the agreement, the female cracked a smile.
"Now it begins," she whispered to herself quietly.

//Pending re-writing//


Year: 816 A.S.

A female host of the Machines knowledge and a small group of Nomads sat at a table in the small station near the Omicron Delta jump hole. CCD/001 remained outside of the station.
"Why have you asked us here?" the female asked in the Nomadic language.
"We have matters to discuss." the new commanding Nomad replied.
"Such as?"
"The Machines surrender."
CCD/001 was instantly surrounded by weapon platforms, aiming weapons of varying design at the ship.
"An electro-magnetic pulse is targetting your ship. You have ten seconds to contact the ship and order it to land where it's technological advancements will be studied for our benifits. If not it will be forcebly deactivated." The female said nothing. Ten seconds passed. Then twenty. Eventually the Nomad made a sharp abrupt noise. Then the female gave a large smile. The EMP had been fired with no effect to CCD/001. The females arms began to change, appearing to turn into liquid metal. Then they returned into a solid state shaped into swords.
CCD/001 began to fire on the station. The station defences opened fire, doing little damage to the attacking ship. The female attacked the Nomads in the room, slashing and stabbing into their weak, frail bodies. The female reached the commander, stabbed it with one arm and whispered to it.
"Organic life, so weak, so easy to maniuplate."
CCD/001 fired a weapon into the station. It began to burrow towards the centre of the complex. The female knew that when it reached the middle of the station it would explode. The female examined the carnage of the room once used to make peace, now used to make war. The burrowing weapon reached the centre of the station and detonated. The station was consumed in a fireball and CCD/001 left the system without another action. It was not challenged on the way out.

[font=Century Gothic]The Machines were betrayed. Although they knew it would happen eventually they did not expect it so soon. But they did not care. Allies were a luxury, and although they had none they believed they could still begin their conquest. The Machines were over-confident, greedy, and knew they would win.

And they continue to know that, more than one year onwards. The five ships still have not met, but each knew it was only a matter of time. Time they did not have, but would have to be spared.
They knew they would win. They had done it before against this race, they could do it again.