Kessler

The armada was positioned all around the planet, preparing to commence the attack. On the flagship’s bridge, the weapons officer uttered a word of confusion:

- What…?

The admiral felt the need to ask:

- Is anything wrong?

- Well, one of their satellites just left its orbit and collided with another one… the debris is spreading so fast it’s starting a cascading effect…

The communications officer alerted:

- Sir? Some of our ships are also observing satellites colliding to each other.

- Are we doing that?

- No, sir, we’re not… There are more satellites moving… They’re crashing into each other…

- But we haven’t begun attacking.

- No sir, we haven’t, and… We can’t attack now…

- Why not?

- The debris… There’s too much of it already… It’s growing exponentially… The satellites are going crazy, the planet is getting covered by debris. We’ll never make it through without being hit.

The communications officer also spoke:

- Sir? They’re no longer using their satellites for communication, but they managed to send a broadcast message just before the network went down.

- Put it on.

On the screen, a scientist who would later become one of the main forces behind the resistance spoke:

- We are about to be attacked by our own. The latest ships they have sent turned out to be warships and they are currently positioned to attack our planet. We have abandoned all space stations and all personal have now returned in their escape capsules. We are about to sacrifice our satellites as a shield that will protect us for some time. We will also be prisoners in our own planet, but we’ll have the chance to prepare ourselves for the invaders and, at the same time, they will be forced to wait in orbit. They will find us ready for them when the time comes. Our stand begins now.