For me personally, when a Ruhar combat transport dropped out of the sky and skidded across a potato field, outside my tiny hometown in northern Maine, that was when I became Officially Alarmed. When power plants, refineries, factories and other industrial sites around the planet started getting pounded from orbit with hypersonic railgun darts, we were shocked. When the morning sky twinkled, with what we later learned were Ruhar warships jumping into high orbit, we were curious. Over the horizon come ships of a technologically advanced, aggressive culture, and BAM! There go the good old days, when we humans only got killed by each other. There we were, innocently drifting along in the cosmos on our little blue marble, like the native Americans in 1492. Every country had a name for the day the Ruhar attacked the common name that stuck, after a while, was Columbus Day.
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