[ James is pulled backwards with surprising force and he has to reconsider all he thought about defending himself, has to think fast to get out--- oh.

The question makes tension drain from his body again. He understands now that he isn't in immediate danger. And looking into Keith's eyes right now makes him believe more than ever before that he's confronted with the real deal. It doesn't make the way his arms are being crushed any more pleasant, but it makes it... understandable. ]

We've lost contact to the rest of the planet years ago. I couldn't tell you how it is going for them, but I assume badly. The Garrison is our only stronghold across America. Everything else is ruins or working colonies.

The invasion isn't progressing, it's basically finished.