In the hall with its warm fireplace, the Emperor gently told General Hale some news.
He told her about the size of the Alien Fleet approaching Earth, its connection to the Chitauri, and the infamy and conquests of its leader throughout the Milky Way. Even though the expensive sofa beneath her conformed perfectly to the body and was comfortable enough to make her drowsy, even though the scent of burning wood in the fireplace was warm and inviting, even though the sherry in her hand was rich and mellow, General Hale could not sit still after hearing the news.
She was not optimistic enough to believe that the US Navy could withstand strikes from orbit.
Latveria's current military advantage was orbital bombardment. That alone was enough to make the entire Earth wary, prompting every effort to use United Nations resolutions to restrict Latveria's orbital military capabilities. The Alien Fleet now held even greater advantages in that regard, and United Nations resolutions would have no effect on it whatsoever. "There will be many who surrender." General Hale immediately grasped the social conditions that would follow the Alien Fleet's arrival. "If, as you said, the Alien Fleet claims that it only needs to eliminate half of Earth's population, then there will certainly be people willing to help the aliens slaughter that half in exchange for their own survival. Even if humanity realizes it must cooperate to fight the aliens, human nations will still wage war against one another. At that point, the Alien Fleet will only need to deploy a small number of soldiers to achieve its objective."
"Very perceptive." The Emperor nodded approvingly. "Judging by the Dark Order's past conquests, this has happened more than once. After that, some human nations cooperate with one another, fighting the aliens while also fighting