Star Wars It all changed the Day the Sepies invaded

Today started off like any other day, wake up, get out of bed use the bathroom, wash my hands, take a shower, wake up the my furry boys, make sure they have a good hearty breakfast, let them outside to use the bathroom, go to the barn, milk the cows, let the cows out to graze on the pasture, clean the stalls, take the tractor out to a field with the shit spreader, spread the shit throughout the field.

Go back to the barn, fill stalls with fresh bedding, usually hay or ground up corn stalks, make the feed for the cows, a mix of silage both haylage and cornlage, soy bean meal, high moisture corn, some baled hay, some extra vitamins and minerals.

Use the feed cart to put out the feed, make another batch of feed for dry cows and heifers, take care of the calves, check for broken fences, work the land treat any ailments the animals might have, bring the cows in, tie them up in their stalls give them an hour or two and take a lunch break, begin milking, finish milking go home fall asleep with something cooking on the stove with a half drank bottle of beer in my hand.

But the day takes a rapid turn around noon, as the emergency broadcast sound replaces the country music I am listening too.

This is an emergency announcement for the United States of America, A hostile force of extraterrestrials has surrounded planet earth, Washington DC is under attack. Comes the automated/computerized sounding voice of the emergency broadcast system followed by the loud annoying beeps.

My phone starts going nuts in my pocket, I see that it's my little brother calling me so I immediately answer the call, "Bub, bub, bub, bubby." He says rapid fire, not allowing me to say a word.

"G, calm the fuck down and talk to me normally." I lose my patience and curse at him which I immediately regret.

"Sep-The Separatist are invading!" He shouts through the phone and I just groan, "Glenn, if you want to pull a Star Wars themed prank on me can you do it on May Fourth…I have a lot of work to do." I say to him and smile a little bit at how awesome my little brother is to be able to send out an emergency broadcast signal with a fake earth invasion warning.

"Bub, this isn't a joke or a prank…walk outside of the barn…and look up!" My little brother says to me and honestly I'm about fed up with this shit even if I do love the little pain in the ass.

"Fine I'll go look up at the sky…and if there's nothing there I'm taking your Xbox." I say to him and he groans, "Shane I'm serious!" He shouts at me and I start to worry he rarely if ever uses my government slave name.

I walk out of the barn and into the corral outside of the barn and look up, "Holy fucking shit…it's the Separatist…" I murmur as I see Lucrehulks and Providence-class Dreadnoughts in the sky above with the C-9979 Landing Craft streaming through the atmosphere accompanied by Vulture droids.

"Told you!" I hear my little brother shouting I can hear the pride he feels at being proven right and having a victory over his big brother, "Glenn, we're so fucked." I mutter into the phone, step into the barn and lean my back up against the white coated cool cinderblock wall.

"Bub, bub…are you okay? Aren't you happy? You've always wanted more in life, space adventures and everything…"

"Not like this buddy…not like this at all…" I mutter back and let my hand holding my phone fall limply into my lap and put G on speaker, neither of us saying anything, until finally Glenn speaks up. "So I call dibs on Ahsoka…" he says and I laugh, I laugh so hard that I start to cry.

"Fuck you bitch, I call dibs on Ahsoka." I joke back and he laughs, "Glenn…I don't know what's going to happen and our communication network will probably go offline any second now…I just want you to know that I love you." I say to Glenn seriously.

"I lov-" the phone burst into static, 'Guess they took out our cellular network.'