General Orion, of the Fifth Space Fleet, thought Earth would prove a laughably easy conquest. He descended in force on its defenders’ headquarters, took them by surprise, and even assured the resident Time Lord’s compliance through hostages.
Then a slight young woman turned up after her day off. She made the tea, she said demurely. His sentry let her through.
Later, she asked to speak to Orion. “What is it, darling?” was all he managed before a small golden blur karate-chopped him in the neck.
It’s always the little ones, he thought afterwards, as Benton escorted him to the cells.