Invasion by Space Orcs

       I dreamed I was in a vey futuristic city with tall buildings, silver and grey cylinders with rows of narrow tall windows and hundres of antennas. I was looking out at the moon rise over the city, enjoying the lights on the tall buildings as they winked on. Suddenly, one of the building seemed to be surrounded my lightning, and then another. I asked a reporter who was near me (we were waiting for some sort of celebrity appearance) if that was normal.
       "No, no it's not."
       "I wonder what's causing it?" The sky was clear and the stars were plainly visible, even with the lights from the city. The air seemed very clear.
       I spotted a hightech looking dual roter helicopter, similar to ones I've seen in my dreams before, and it had a small stealth fighter refueling beneath it.
       "Do you think there might be a problem?"
       "What makes you think that."
       "Unexplained lightning on SciFi buldings followed by mid-air refueling over a populated city by SciFi fighter jets and helicopters."
       The reporter just looked at me like I'd come from another dimension. I was about to ask another question when a bulding far in the distance exploded into flames. Almost immediately the emergency birds began to call. Sirens pierced the night. The reporter began to pack his microphone and recorder to leave for the site.
       "I have an 8 Megapixel video camera, can I come with you?"
       "No, get your own ride."
       The reporter took off while I was packing up my gear, bringing in my holo sensors and pulling in my mini lights. As I was packing, I saw lightning hit the ground from our own bulding. I found a security guard and told him they should start evacuating the building. When he asked why I pointed him out the window to another tall bulding in the distance surrounded by lightning. It burst into flames as I explained that we were under attack.
       "By who?"
       "I don't know, but I intend to find out."
       I found my way outside and onto the roof. I hopped into a helicopter and we took off. No one seemed to mind that I was the only civilian in the aircraft, they just assumed that because of my press pass and gear that I was assigned to them. I let them think that. We were towing a new robotic air superiority fighter. I don't know how I recognized it, but I did. I also knew that it was a secret vehicle. (Though how secret was an open question, since I knew about it.)
       Shortly after getting some altitude above the city we prepared to release the fighter. We didn't get it unhooked fast enough. Large green skinned Warhammer like Orcs bailed out of their transport and slammed into the helicopter and one landed on top of the fighter. They cut the control and tow cables and we all went down for a crash landing. I was shooting it all on video and trying to negotiate a live link when an orc and I slammed into one another and fell out of the helicopter towards the ground. I managed to grab the tow cable, and reached out and snagged the orc by his armored collar. He was flailing about, but it only took a moment for me to get his attention and get him to turn on his flight jets long enough for us to drop into some treetops safely. Still, he was pretty beat up, both from the fall and the combat in the helicopter.
       "You guys are pretty tough for little fellas," rasped out of a translation box strapped to his throat.
       "Yeah, we may look peaceful, but you'll find we're full of surprises."
       As I helped him down out of the tree and splinted him up we watched one of our superiority fighters rip through the sky and take down a half dozen of his invasion fleet's troop ships and escorts.
       "This is not going as well as planned."
       "It never does. And we haven't even brought up the real armed forces yet."
       One of our fighters was crashed nearby, the one cut from its tow cable. An Orc had ridden it down, but was crushed by the tree branches as he plunged into the park. I managed to figure out his suit closure and emergency medical kits.
       "How do you know so much about our equipment?"
       I smiled, the instructions were printed in photo realistic images all over their gear, any child could figure them out. They grunted unhappily when their translation units told them what I'd said. The more badly injured one wanted to check on the pilot of the aircraft, as I had done right by them, and behaved with far more honor than they'd been led to expect. I took them over to the ship and managed to crack the cockpit open, it swivled up to reveal that it was just electronics and a data entry port with a few controls. Somehow I figured out the start sequence and got the thing humming. It shot up into the air, back into battle.
       They seemed to have a lot of trouble believing that I was just a civilian. I showed them my press pass, my camera, and the footage I'd taken of various models and actors over the last couple of days. They were both looking very confused. Since they were both injured (so was I, but I wasn't letting on.) I took them out of the park to the nearest police station. During the walk I managed to unload all of their weapons, so they had no choice but to allow the police to "rescue" me from them.
       Unless they wiped us out from orbit I figured this was going to be a long invasions.