The passengers looked back on the world they were leaving behind, as the fleets moved in. Headed towards the only opening, high above Antarctica, praying they'd make it.
A result of intergalactic negotiations gone wrong, twelve hundred carriers from Citrusia had arrived on the already weakened Earth's doorstep. As their beams shot down apon the major cities, the frigates entered the atmosphere. Humans were preparing o fight, despite the imminent loss facing them. The laser installation on the moon had been wiped out before it could fire a shot.
The spaceship broke free of the atmosphere's pull, and those aboard knew that they wouldn't have an earth to come back to. The future of humanity lay aboard an Orange Spaceship