Earth Afire (The First Formic War)

if taking flight.
    Bingwen sighed. A dove? That means nothing to this species. They’ve never seen one and have no idea what it represents.
    “This creature is a dove,” said Zubeka. “A symbol of our—”
    Hundreds of globules of light exploded from a point on the alien ship and rained down on the dove, disintegrating the platform beneath it. The hologram winked out, and the villagers watching gasped and recoiled.
    Zubeka’s smile waned, but he strained to keep his composure. “They must be offended that I didn’t come forward in person.”
    The cameras from the news shuttles swiveled and zoomed in on the alien ship, where a section of the hull had slid open and a strange, elongated device was protruding from inside. Clearly a weapon of sorts. Zubeka kept his eyes forward but gestured to the captain of the ship to his right. “Captain, perhaps we should give the ship some space.”
    The captain spun to one of the flight controllers. “Back us up! Get us out of—”
    A second burst of light shot forth, engulfed the U.N. ship, and shattered it to bits.
    The villagers screamed. Hopper scrabbled backward, screaming, frantic. The alien gun rotated, fired again. A news shuttle vaporized. Then another. A third one turned and tried to flee, but the aliens hit it from behind. Dust. The gun swiveled again. Screams from inside the last shuttle remaining, the one broadcasting. The camera shook. The image spun as the ship turned, unsteady, frantic, desperate. There were noises off screen, people screaming, scrambling, engines gaining power, preparing to run.
    A searing burst of light punctuated the chaos, and the projected feed went to black.
    For a brief moment the villagers were too shocked to speak. Then everyone began shouting out at once, getting to their feet, calling out names, searching for others in the crowd, picking up children, telling loved ones to hurry, rushing for the village stairs that led down to the fields. Several of the men were calling for calm, but no one seemed to be listening.
    “Bingwen!”
    Bingwen looked down. Mother was below, frantically waving for him to get off the roof.
    “I’m coming!”
    “What do we do?” said Hopper. Tears were running down his cheeks, but he seemed not to notice.
    Bingwen grabbed him by the arms. “Hop! Look at me. Look at my face. That ship is in space and we are down here. You understand? It’s far away. We’re safe.”
    Hop blinked, nodded.
    “We need to help everyone stay calm. All right? Someone’s going to get hurt if we don’t. I need you to have a clear head.”
    Hopper blinked again, nodding, coming to himself. He wiped at his eyes with his sleeve. “Right. Yes. Sorry. What do you want me to do?”
    “Come with me.”
    They ran and retrieved the ladder, lowered it over the side, then slid to the ground. Bingwen hastily hid the ladder in the grass, then he and Hopper sprinted to the front of the building. Mother was there. She scooped Bingwen up into her arms. Father arrived a moment later, half carrying, half dragging Grandfather, who was holding his side and wincing.
    “What happened?” said Mother.
    “Crowd pushed him over on the stairs,” said Father. “Nearly trampled him. It’s madness. They would’ve killed him if I hadn’t pulled him out.”
    He lowered Grandfather to the ground, who clutched at his chest, gritting his teeth.
    “Your heart,” said Mother. There was panic in her voice.
    “I’m fine,” said Grandfather, waving the concern away. “Bruises is all.”
    “Broken ribs is more like it,” said Father. “Maybe more.”
    A toddler nearby, a young girl, stood alone, crying. People ran by her, oblivious, ignoring her. Bingwen nodded to Hopper, who understood at once and ran to the girl, kneeling beside her, putting an arm around her, comforting her, scanning the crowd for her mother. The child screamed on.
    “Bastards,” wheezed Grandfather. “No respect for their elders. Knocked me over like a herd of water buffalo. I should carry a cane. I could’ve beat a few of them.” He turned his head to Bingwen. “That mud sucker who gives you problems. The one that’s all bluster.”
    “Zihao,” said Bingwen.
    “That’s the one. Stepped on my kidney. Looked me right in the eye, too. No honor. I’ll cut his liver out if I ever see him again.”
    “Don’t talk,” said Mother.
    “I’m fine,” said Grandfather. “I can walk. Give me a minute.” He tried to sit up, winced, and fell back.
    “I’ll stay