Lucious... You're telling the Zenobian people, that we are in fact, not at war with other nations at present?" 

"No." 

"And that Zenobia's Armed Forces are not currently engaged in military action against other nations?" 

"Absolutely not! Our affairs with other nations are better than they've ever been..." 

In the peaceful, quiet town of Pelgrin, the night was setting in slowly, and the hustle and bustle of the day was winding down to a halt. 

In the quiet, somber streets, the sound of a large explosion shook the tiny community to the core. 

Smoke, dust, rubble, and screams of pain, confusion and terror filled the air. 

More bombs exploded, causing mass chaos and confusion as residents spilled into the streets from their crudely built, stone and wooden houses. 

Zenobian soldiers flooded the crowded, chaotic streets in organized tactical units, firing weapons, throwing grenades, killing, beating and destroying everything in sight. They moved with precision, and calculation, to exterminate the tiny, peaceful village. 

Men with swords, axes and bows fought fiercely in the exchange to defend the village, but their efforts fell short and in vane as the bullets commissioned by Zenobian soldiers cut through them like hot knives slicing through butter. 

The scene was morbid, and horrific as the Zenobian troops work tirelessly to kill every last man woman and child, and torch every last structure that stood in the once quiet, somber town.