An alien janitor promoted to police chief. A cloaked city full of secrets. And a warehouse full of tech no one’s supposed to have. Rake Zogon never wanted to run the Roswell Paranormal Police Department. But when your old mothership crashes, your AI commits solar suicide, you and your fellow aliens end up abandoned on Earth, and your former commander needs a convenient fall guy—you don’t get a choice. Now, stuck in Lelcity—a hidden alien settlement tucked inside Roswell—Rake’s got a badge, a crew, and more problems than cleaning up space toilets ever gave him. During a routine patrol, Rake and Officer Nova Blaze land smack in the middle of something Lelzethian laser weapons. The kind that aren’t supposed to exist. All signs point to Kevler Enterprises, led by the cold and calculating vampire CEO, Prytan Kevler. Rake reports the discovery to Director Xendra, Lelcity’s commander and fellow Lelzethian. She quickly brings Prytan into a call, confronting her over the weapons. Prytan responds with practiced outrage, claims total ignorance, and offers full cooperation with the investigation. But when Rake and his team return to the warehouse, the weapons are gone—every last one. In their two bodies dangling from the rafters and a “suicide note” scrawled with the ragged penmanship of someone who writes with fists instead of fingers. Smack in the middle of the mess is one crooked, misspelled Aliun Resistenz! It’s not much, but it’s enough to make Rake’s stomach turn. If the Alien Resistance is still out there, and they’re getting access to this kind of firepower, things are about to go sideways fast. Shit. What started as a lazy-day patrol has turned into a scramble to keep advanced weapons off the streets and stop power from falling into exactly the wrong hands. If that happens, the people of Earth won’t just be unprepared…they’ll be destroyed.

A crew tracking a rising threat. A commander charging toward galactic domination. A chief wishing the only thing he had to plunge was a backup in stall three. Chief Rake Zogon’s got his crew on high alert. The warehouse is clean, the bodies are cold, and a cryptic note screaming Aliun Resistenz! has everyone in the Roswell PPD bracing for impact. With no time to waste, Rake splits the team. Two head into Kevler Enterprises to dig into digital records and corporate secrets. The rest fan out across the city, hunting down anyone who’s ever whispered the words “Alien Resistance.” If the AR gets their hands on Lelzethian tech, Earth’s gonna bleed. Xendra plays it cool on the outside, but with her power banks nearly charged, she’s itching to strike. And while Rake and his crew throw everything at stopping the Resistance, she’s counting down the final hours to launch something far more dangerous. What starts as a tactical sweep to stop a rising threat becomes a collision course with something much bigger. And unless they figure it out fast, Earth won’t be ready. Not even close.