Their arrival hadn't been very long ago, Elias had been told this for most of what he can remember. For the longest time he's been reminded that they weren't alone in the universe, that beings existed beyond the stars they could see. Elias had to admit though, appearing once almost 30 years ago and never returning seemed a bit rude to the inhabitants of the world. Nonetheless the moment had been historic, the planet now had been contacted an outside force that controlled the greater galaxy simply called the Galactic Republic.

"Elias, come here." His father called him. Elias got up from the hill and helped his father load some tools and other things into their small truck. "We must get home, I don't know how long your grandma has been alone." Elias nodded and went towards the passenger's side and waited. His father then entered the car and began driving off towards the urban sprawl. Elias looked a lot like his father, same strong face, square jaw, brown eyes, hell, even the same eyebrows. The only thing he took from his mother was his straight nose and more than little gap in his front teeth.

His father had finally found a job as a repairman in the city ever since he was fired from his job as a cook during the war, now it was 1952, Europe and the world was getting into more chaos while America just tried to settle down it's new surge of power.

Elias turned away as he stared into the blue sky, this time surrounded by a mist of slight smog. The sky and the stars had always interested him, he always dreamed of one day flying amongst those who broke the final frontier of man, to explore strange and alien landscapes that he read in his science fiction books.

He daydreamed as he looked towards the sky, viewing listlessly. However, something caught his eye. A metallic glint that was barely visible was flashing.

"Son, are you okay?" His father asked, he had noticed Elias staring out the window for some time.

"Yes pa, I'm okay. I'm just noticing this weird glint in the sky."

His father relaxed as he continued to drive. "Just checking."

The two rode in silence as they went towards their house. They lived in the apartment buildings where most other latinos lived in the city. Elias noticed the twinkle in the sky become larger as he started walking towards his apartment. "Hello, mis amores, how was work?" He heard his mother call from his window. She was a short, middle-aged woman, who had seen many years of working and taking care of him and his siblings.

"Nothing busy." His father curtly replied. Elias was too busy noticing the glint as it got bigger and and more noticeable. He studied the street as people began to noticed the glint too, even stopping in their tracks to watch it.

The glint suddenly became much more larger as it seemed to descend from the sky. Suddenly, the air raid siren went off around the city, people looking outside in panic and strangers seemed to be in shock.

"Pa, there's something lowering in the sky!" Elias shouted. As the large object lowered, it became much more visible. It was a triangular thing, that was really all there was to it. It was simply a large metal triangle, with a strange blue-white area inside the middle of it. There was a sense of calm as people realized that it wasn't crashing, no, it was descending.

In an instant, green lights shot from the large ship with booms, and in the distance, a plume of smoke began to rise from the horizon. It started to shoot the green blasts at various directions, smoke rising and earth slightly shaking. People began screaming and running for their lives, unsure of what was gonna happen. His family rushed inside their home and closed their windows and doors, locking and drawing curtains from the event unfolding inside

Elias peered behind a thin window at the chaos encircling outside. Neighbors drew guns and went to the city in hopes of getting a fighting chance, or possibly to loot. Without warning he had the sudden urge to join them, action of saving lives and fighting this new enemy playing out well in his head. The boy went around his house and fetched an old shotgun his father bought to fend off home intruders. "Elias, what're you doing?!" His mother screamed as an explosion closed by.

"Ma, there's people who need help out there. I'm not gonna sit around and die in this house while there's people doing something about this." He loaded two shells into the gun and crashed a handful more into his pocket.

"So what, you're gonna save everyone?!" His mom retorted. "What can you do with a rusty gun?"

"Better than doing nothing!" He unlocked the door and headed out the street, his mother calling out to him.

"Elias please, think of your family, your mother!"

Elias stood still for a second considering her call. An explosion rang out again, and it broke him from his thoughts. He continued to the corner, where a group of men stood with rifles and weapons. They turned to him, eyes scrutinizing his shaky stillness. "Where do you think you're going kid?"

"T-to help." He stammered out. This wasn't a good first impression already.

One of the men sneered at him. "You even know how to use that thing boy?"

"Yes I do." He answered with more confidence. "Why else would I have it?"

The group simply looked at him before evaluating with each other. They motioned for him to come over and Elias did so. The apparent leader made sure of that his role would be a small one.

"Stay in the back and cover us, we're heading to the city hall and getting the mayor to do something about this!" The group of men cheered on and began to march. He knew that some of these men were veterans, having fought in Korea and Europe just years earlier. Elias took great pride to be part of this group, and marched along with them.

Suddenly they all heard a great whine of an engine. What appeared to be some type of plane with a sphere in the middle and two hexagons on the side ruptured just above him. It blasted great green bolts at random, cars exploding. The men covered themselves from the explosions as some began to scatter off. Elias kept his weapon to himself, and gulped away his nervousness. His legs betrayed him, however, shaking almost uncontrollably. "C'mon! Keep moving!"

They didn't meet any more of the strange flying ship, but they didn't let their guard down for a second. As they descended into the city's center they stopped the few would-be criminals and looters destroying others property. Elias was even so giddy that he managed to stop a man from stealing loafers from a outlet store. He pointed his gun at him, and made him drop the bag of shoes.

Minutes passed, and they only entered into more chaos and anarchy. The group, despite having yet a single encounter since the fly-by earlier, had shrunken. Others claim they couldn't have left their families in danger, some just left without saying a word. Those who remain were dead set into reaching the mayor's office in the center of town.

"We're almost there." The leader of the group said, a more matured and gruff old man than the others. He carried an older bolt action rifle, not one that many would see in an age of assault and battle rifles. Without an actual leader, he had led them for the entire time as an impromptu one. The group didn't falter, and continued their march to city hall.

The ground made small thumps as a heavy metallic clanking was becoming audible form just around the corner. The group halted, and began to raise their arms as the street went deadly silent. "Whatever comes around the corner, stay and fight!" The leader huffed. He took point and slowly crept his way towards the end of the street. The men aimed their weapons up to the street corner as the clanking finally became close enough to feel. Out popped the head of a large, gray pod with a wrinkly neck, before its massive metal legs stepped forward like a dog. It turned towards them, before it unleashed a barrage of blasts that destroyed the front of the mass of bodies.

Elias quickly cowered as the others began to run away, dropping the rusty weapon on the floor without a care for its safety. The boy ran around the corner and didn't once look back into the street.

Former Admiral Sadao Inazuma recognized a few familiar faces in the round table of the cold and void room of this… foreign room. The faces he recalled were those of fellow generals and admirals who had survived the war, both Japanese and American. The rest were made up of burgeoning youngsters or other old timers from a plethora of nations. What amazed him the most was the faces of former generals and leaders of the Third Reich, sitting right next to the Russians. They stared in hatred and disgust to their soviet counterparts, most likely from the years of imprisonment and brutality handled to them for their war crimes.

Sadao smirked, turning away from the others. Thanks to the Americans, he was spared of any jail time, not like he did any crimes. As for his compatriots, they were spared, thanks to their willingness to hand over important medical knowledge and intel on the now rising communist threat in Korea and China.

Ironic really, since the leaders of the world were also here. Truman, Stalin, Mao and whoever else was prominent enough to attend. They sat in silence,

He sat their patiently and stroked the goatee that he sported in a bored manner. Others smoked, or muttered extremities about some other general. No violence was had, however. Two guards in all black, wearing large, dopey helmets stood in vigilance. Their guns were visible, and easy to draw in case the situation arose.

"When does your leader plan to speak to us?" A cool-headed American replied. Sadao didn't recognize him—probably an up-and-comer.

"What, not allowed to talk?" The man smiled. Sadao gave a quick once over. He seemed particularly young, no older than 35 with the telltale signs of stress presenting itself in weak lines and flooding grays all over his face and hair. He smoked a cigarette, butting it out as he stood up and walked over to the guards.

"What's the matter, too nervous?" He muttered, the playful expression he put on earlier gone. "Or you can't understand me."

The guard said nothing but slowly reach for his blaster side. The man smirked, and let out a smug chuckle. "I'm sorry, didn't know you had a weapon."

He went back to his seat. The other men went quiet at the strange action before them. Sadao smoked amused. "Hmfh, a young one is always so confrontational."

The man looked over at Sadao. "Why'd they bring all of you geezers here, didn't they know you lost the war?"

Sadao quickly soured. "And doesn't know when to stay quiet."

He didn't pay him any more mind. He propped his feet on the smooth black table and leaned into his chair. "I'm just saying, when they put me in charge, I'll be putting all of you into wiping whatever they have to call a toilet here."

A Russian general let out a hearty guffaw. "And what will you call you sir, Admiral or General—"

"—Lieutenant Colonel Constance, Alfred Constance II." He interrupted. "Remember the name."

Just then the large metal doors slid open like butter. The man stepped out, his sideburns heavy and his demeanor draining. He wore and all gray uniform, only difference in color in a strange color block on his left side of his chest. The boots were high, some of the German generals admiring the things subtly. The next thing to enter was one that took everyone by surprise.

A metal-man walked besides him, all white with two glowing eyes and a small rectangle slit for a mouth. The arms were bent and fixed, and it bowed respectively to the array of military leaders. The leader started to speak, in a language that sounded not at all familiar with their knowledge. The automaton also started to speak. They were in awe at such sophisticated technology.

"Hello," It began. It was a crisp monotonous voice that wasn't human. "My name is Admiral Velran, I am sent here by the Galactic Empire for your consideration on joining our ever expanding government."

He droned on in the space speech. "We learned that the former government, the Galactic Republic, has visited you thirty standard years prior. Since then, the government has changed after the corrupt senate washed away under our glorious Emperor Palpatine had switched for an Empire. We wish that you will be the arm of the ever expanding Empire."

The leaders looked at each other with uneasiness.

"As such, the Galactic Empire would offer you positions in the Imperial Military that best suit your skills as leaders and tacticians. As for soldiers, we request that in two standard years every recruit of your military from 16 and up will now serve in the Imperial Military. Conscription will also take hold if the situation calls for it. Gender, religion, and racial barriers in general will all be eradicated under our new laws and system. This will include positions in the military and private workforce. Do you accept these terms?"

They rumbled amongst themselves over the offer. It was just like all their most recent wars and offers of peace. They've already showed what they're capable of, there was no point in resisting them. The two true leaders of the world, Stalin and Truman, stood up with heavy hearts and minds. Truman spoke first.

"We accept your offer with the offers, under the reason that we allow that our military will train the new recruits."

The admiral said something, and the automaton translated. "Of course. We also must inform you that we will limit both commercial and cultural exports and imports on the basis of safety and security. Your ideologies are too harmful to the Galaxy as a whole. As for people's immune system, it has shown that any exposure to our diseases or vice versa can deal a heavy toll to the population of the galaxy. The Empire will only apply vaccines to military members."

"So that means—"

"Yes," The droid cut off. "Any and all civilian travel will be banned."

What was the point, Truman thought. It's obvious they're using the new generation of the world as simple canon fodder for whatever unimaginable battles they'll be thrown in. Truman grimaced while Stalin remained stoic. Though any man can tell he was as furious as can be.

The Russian man broke the silence. "What will give us in return?"

"Medical advancements, opportunities, technology, everything the galaxy has shared and developed will now be available to you."

"I…" Stalin's eyes were piercing. "Accept to your terms.

"What shall your planet be officially named?" The droid asked. They all looked around each other, some arguing for their languages vision of Earth to be the name. Truman quieted all of them by standing straight, his firmness pressing on the smooth black table. "Terra, Latin is the language of the greatest Empire to ever exist in our history. It means 'earth'."

The droid nodded, and soon two more droids came out with pens and paper. The Imperial who was among them stood up and quickly signed the parchment, written in the strange markings of Basic.

The death of a person's freedom on Earth. They've all witnessed it. Admiral Inazuma grimaced at such a casual erasure of human identity, but he quickly realized it was only years ago when they did the same thing for their beliefs and wars.

He looked out into the vast expanse of the stars as the formal signing began, agreeing to all terms and conditions made in the few minutes of their talks. It was shocking really, to finally see how Earth looked from above.

For the first time, Inazuma felt small. He guessed many of the others did too. Because at the end of the meeting, many of the generals and leaders stared out the window too, looking on the blue marble they called their home.

A/N: so this is a thing. I've always wanted to write a story like this for the longest time, and now I've finally did it. Earth and Star Wars, What a tale of amazement. I was inspired by many of these Earth in SW fics recommended to me and that happened to pop up every now and then. I've just always wondered how such an interaction would be like y'know. And not with the mystical Jedi or force or anything like that, just normal average people living in a whole new world. I have some great ideas for this story, so stay tuned. Since this is a low priority, I won't update very regularly. And all that SYOC stuff in the first chapter? Act like it's not there, the original docs in my docs manager is gone so I can't edit the story.

This is set in 1952,in the height of the Cold War with the Korean War just formally "ending". They've already had one extremely small experience with the greater galaxy which was explained earlier in the story.

Forewarning to the future of this story: I will explore the dynamics of racism, segregation, bias, intolerance, and all that good stuff and won't be shy about it. There will be racial slurs, there will be blatant ignorance, don't take any offense to them. This is set in Earth's 50s, and having sudden forced integration will undoubtedly have bigotry.

If you like the story so far please tell me. Have a good one.