The landing bay doors opened and a bright light flooded the holding area. We all shielded our eyes from the burning light. A loud pattern of clicks sounded through the air and our cell doors swung open. I vaguely remember the trip. They put something in the air that made us sleep for God knows how long. What I do remember before landing here was watching Earth burn from the cold confines of my cell. They bombed every city, killed everyone they did not take aboard their ship as their prisoners.

They were a race of insect-like amphibians. Standing eight feet tall on two webbed feet with folded arms reminiscent of a praying mantis, and a coat of light blue rubbery skin. Their bulging orange eyes constantly scanned their surroundings with an anxious demeanor. Alien to say the least. Someone aboard called them the Diripientes Terrae and it caught on, Diri for short. It was Latin, meaning ‘Destroyers of Earth’. They communicated to each other with a series of clicks, or so it seemed, we really had no clue of anything about them. Except one thing.

Dr. Radnor, a former professor of biology at UC Davis came up with a hypothesis. We had noticed that the artificial gravity of the ship was calibrated to a gravity many times less than that of Earth’s. Theoretically, if this was the gravity the Diri were accustomed to on their home planet, they would have evolved to have substantially less muscle density than pretty much anything coming from a planet the size of Earth. We could use this to our advantage, but we could only use it once before the Diri realized our strength.

So when the landing bay doors opened, we took a few moments to collect ourselves. Outside everything was different. A desolate landscape with an unforgiving sun and sand dunes as far as the eye could see. A wall of Diri stood outside on the shifting sand eager to do whatever they had planned for us. Each held what appeared to be some sort of firearm. Dr. Radnor let out a piercing scream.

‘Rush ’em!’

We flooded out of the ship in droves. The Diri fired wildly into the crowd. Bright green bolts of light disintegrated whole groups of people into a fine red mist with every shot. But we kept running until we got within arms reach. That’s when the tide turned. I was one of the first to fight. I threw a closed fist into one of the Diri’s large orange eyeballs. I was surprised when my arm passed through it’s head like jelly. It exploded violently, showering bits of blue everywhere. The rest of it’s body slunk lifelessly onto the burning sand. It’s comrades stared at me paralyzed in fear, a mass of confused clicks sounded throughout their ranks. Then the rest of us descended upon them with the force of a tsunami. The sheer force of impact sent them flying into the air. Blue gore flew everywhere as their numbers thinned. It wasn’t long before we had killed every single one of them. A mighty cheer went up from what remained of humanity. Dr. Radnor picked up one of their weapons and stood atop a nearby sand dune.

‘These guys want a war? Hell, that’s what humans do best.’

The rest is written in the history books. How we marched into their hives and burned them to the ground, how we mercilessly hunted down every last one of them, and how we started building a new Earth on that desolate planet. Even though we haven’t seen one of them for years, we still haven’t satiated our lust for revenge. We know there are more of them out there in the deep confines of outer space. And if they bothered to study our culture at all, they know that we’re coming for them.

They took our planet and our loved ones.

So we will take everything from them.