It's been a few decades since the Wikus Van Der Merwe Incident. The prawn fleet sits over Earth, harvesting its abundant resources. Humanity and Newcomer alike fight the extra-terrestrial invasion with military grade Amplified Mobility Platforms and other modern military technology.
It's cold, it's dark and it's raining, and I'm waiting for some geek who says he's got a lead on some Aliens who are living on this planet. what else could I do?
Love was in the air. Life was free of care. The future was bright. The 1960's should have been the beginning of 'Pax Americanus'¦ 200 years of 'The American Peace'. It wasn't.