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Post by Emperor Azazel on Sept 9, 2016 2:17:56 GMT
Arrival of the Keltakens “We have confirmation, there is no turning back now, our ambassador with those pig headed swine the colonials has given us his thoughts and says we should leave them to rot...as the highest ranking Keltaken still around, with our empire in shambles due to the lack of leadership, we either die here in glory as our god would want us to do, or we will die cowards and run. I know where my place is, I just like the rest of you are solider...not just any soldier, we are soldier of THE KELTAKEN EMPIRE!!! We will weather this storm the same as we have any other, we will join the allied forces as soon as possible. May the memory of Kazzal the last great Keltaken Emperor of our time guide us forward as we march into this hell, and know that any who die this day shall be reborn in the fires of the afterlife, we shall finally see our god. FOR THE EMPIRE!!!” These words rang out among the gathered fleet of the Empire. Every ship that could was outfitted with weapons of any kind, a staggering half five hundred million warships of the Empire had been gathered here, a larger fleet had never been assembled in all of Keltaken history. Today the empire would throw everything that they had into this fight, the factories had stopped burning, the pits left minimal guard, everyone knew if they lost here it wouldn’t matter for a fight tomorrow. Even the Keltaken copy of the subjugator nicknamed the Imperial Bastion, was being loaded onto the God’s Fury the renamed capital ship of the entire Imperial fleet, its mighty throne now occupied by those who remain to guard the empire. “Contact the confederate fleet above orbit and get coordinates for our mass jump, we will drop in as close as we can and give the allies an opening of any kind, perhaps this will make up for our past sins…” the man or alien leading this brave charge was Keltaken Throne guardsman Azi nuval, his name would go down in the history of all the Empire for this day, that is if anyone survived. Seconds after the request had been sent, the Confederate military provided the coordinates of Terra Nova, where almost all Confederate manpower was on the ground. “We have it General.” one of the helmsman said quickly relaying the codes to the rest of the fighter groups, “Everyone mass warp along with the God’s fury we will burn a hole right through the abyssal lines, may the eternal flame guide us.” with that every alert in the system would be going off as the pooled together warp energy shot the Keltaken fleet forward to its destiny, to die a glorious death and hopefully pave the way for a future. |
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Post by Asriel Dreemurr on Sept 9, 2016 12:11:02 GMT
As the Invaders continued their charge, the bloody melee began. Among the first to leap into the melee are the Purifier Sentinels, vicious and merciless slayers that care inly for their enemies's destruction. Their energy blades were a brilliant orange, and they cut through the armor and flesh of the Abyssals with the most horrifying of ease. Worse, still, is that their blades blast off lesions in the flesh of the foe, causing a very messy and quick death. And it seemed they were nigh indestructable; time to time, a Sentinel will self-destruct, killing Abyssals in the process, only to reconstruct seconds later. For even if their hulls shatter to a thousand pieces, their molecular forces will bind them back in seconds. But, this was not nano-seconds, but seconds. If one is fast enough, the reconstruction process can be stopped. But it is not easy.
Following them are the Commonwealth Desolator Troopers and Tesla Troopers. Perhaps one of the most feared and deadly of all Commonwealth troops, the Desolators and Teslas are never to be underestimated. As the battle progressed, the literal desolation caused by the Desolators was already visible. Entire swathes of Abyssals were melted by their toxic cannons, and meanwhile, the Tesla Troopers vaporized numerous Abyssals to thin air. But as time passed, more and more of them were felled, and even the Sentinels's numbers begsn to be thinned out, as they are not indestructable forever. They fell back to the second line along with the Confederate commandos, and continued their seemingly endless fight there.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 16, 2016 17:43:38 GMT
"Something strange we discovered," the old scientist said, "Is in Heaven's Fall records. Like a history if you want. It seems that the machine was designed to record every time it was used." The old scientist was wearing a white coat, with the seven black interlaced circles of the Human Colonial Alliance. The date of the recording was the 15th of September, 2175, following the Human Standard Calendar. "From what it looks like, we believe that the Ancients didn't have the intention to use it in the destructive way we want to use it. We can only speculate on its exact original purpose.. but it was a huge work, maybe greater than anything that they have ever created.", the man continued. "The thing is, they only used it twice. The first use coincides with the archaeological records that show the beginning of their decline as a race and their civilization, for unknown reasons. Something bad must have happened.. but what? What could bring such a mighty civilization to the brink of collapse? And then, why would they use it again? We don't know... but the second use of Heaven's Fall matches the last archaeological records.... after that second use, the Ancients simply vanished from the face of the universe... did they open Pandora's box? And if they did, will we do it too?.. "
As the wave of attacks of the Allied Forces continued... the Fog didn't show any signs of slowing down.. but the planet sized ship, it by the powerful cannon of the Acruani, seemed to be damaged, at it started to retreat further inside the Fog. But moving around a ship that had nearly the same size as Terra Nova was going to have its effects, as the planet itself was pushed just a little off its orbit.. enough to cause damage on the surface, perhaps. But just because the Allies had managed to do some damage.. it didn't mean that the Invaders weren't going to simply stay and watch. Not long after the Acruani Moonship fired, something inside the Fog, presumably the same planet sized ship, fired a dark ray of energy, of the same size as the tiny sun fired by the Acruani, at the moonship, the ray seeming to destroy everything in her path, until it reached the moonship itself..
But of course, the Colonials didn't just stay and wait, however. The way the planet sized ship acted after it was hit meant new data for the Colonial Tactical Network, and new data meant better simulations and approximations. So, as the two gigantic Heritage Class Super Heavy Battlecarriers, fired their main ion cannons, at the location the CTN assumed that the planet sized ship was located. The ion rays cut through the fog without meeting any resistance... and they seemed to hit something. But did it work?
Suddenly, the fog seemed to contract... before it expanded like a supernova in the middle of an expansion, expanding too fast for any of the Allied fleets to even react, covering everything and anything, completely cutting off the allies, cutting off fleet from fleet, group from group, and ship from ship, jamming all sensors and all communications... the Abyssals weren't playing around anymore. Let's see how the Allies would fight, completely blind..
"We have lost contact with all the other ships and command structures!"
"The sensors are gone, we're blind!"
"We are completely surrounded by der Nebel!"
"Our fighters managed to land just in time!"
"Contact with Terra Nova lost!"
The alarms and reports were overwhelming the Command and Information Center of the Colonial flagship, the Colonial Military Ship Terra Nova. Although it was currently the oldest ship of the line of the Kriegsflotte still in active service, and it had been heavily damaged during the Battle of Tau Volantis, it had been repaired and upgraded to Generation 4 just in time for it to become the flagship of the Colonial fleets around Terra Nova, although the situation was rather ironical.. for the Terra Nova to have to fight again near the planet which was its namesake.. and the planet it had once failed to protect.
"Come on people, we have trained for this.", lieutenant Wedelkind said, the blonde officer taking control over the CIC. "Give tactical control to the Network, initiate protocol Nacht und Nebel. Active defensive measures, make sure that we won't let anything pass near us." And with that, the Colonial discipline kicked back in, with the crew following its orders. Although they were cut off from each other and basically blind, the Colonial ships weren't exactly hopeless. Their knowledge of the fog had ensured that they trained for the situation in which something like this would have happened. Although cut off, the Colonial ships still had the Colonial Tactical Network, so with the help of their AI's, each Colonial ship was still able to simulate what was happening in the Fog, including the positions of the other Colonial ships and those of the Invaders. They had to do this calmly and nicely.. but one thing was sure, the Invaders had the advantage here...
And not before long, each of the Allied fleets surrounded by the Fog started to be overwhelmed by the Abyssal ships, as they surrounded them and opened fire with all they had. And of course.. while the Allies were blind.. the Abyssals were in their natural element.
And the Keltakens, unfortunately, choose a rather bad moment to warp in. Their mass warp sent them right in the middle of the Fog, so when they arrived, they were in the exact same situation as the rest of the Allied forces. Blind, jammed, and surrounded by the Fog, fleet from fleet, and ship from ship broken. What will the allies do?
The Surface of Terra Nova, Platz der Freiheit
As the battle carried on, despite the best efforts of the Allies, the Abyssals continued their advance. Like a wave of bodies and death, the Invaders continued their advance, not seeming to notice their horrendous losses. And of course, unless its body was completely destroyed, an Abyssal would continue to fight no matter what.. with only one thing in their minds.. to follow their orders.. their fate... to turn anything and everything into death and ashes and darkness. Brave were their allies, but dark and strong were their opponents. Even if the suicidal spiders and the cannons of the Colonials mortally wounded one of the monsters.. the others continued to attack, serving as the tips of the Invader spears, while their fallen brother was slowly but surely regenerating. But suddenly.. it happened.
The entire planet was shaken with an unimaginable force, as something pushed Terra Nova just a little bit from its orbit.. a little bit on the scale of a solar system, but a huge distance for a planet. The horrific earthquake shook the ground with the violence of thousands of nuclear weapons exploding.. causing chaos and disorder, buildings collapsing. Soldiers were thrown to the ground, bunkers collapsed.. and in the middle of the gargantuan "square".. the emblem of the Colonial Eagle, surrounded by the twelve golden stars, and sitting on the War Cross surrounded by laurels.. collapsed, broken into two, old and damaged, unable to withstand such a force... and somewhere above them, somewhere on the Dome... a screeching sound was heard, one that resonated above the battle. And those would look at it.. saw it. Something, falling through the dark clouds.. the huge and vague figure of a familiar looking, old, and damaged wreck of a Colonial battlecarrier.
The ship that had been stuck with its front in the Dome's structure for centuries was finally coming down, taken down by the violent earthquake, leaving a gaping hole somewhere up, in the Dome. The huge wreck fell, breaking down a part of the Dome in the process, and finally crashed on the ground, right in the middle of the battle, bringing down pieces and wrecks and parts of the Dome down with it, all collapsing in the same area, breaking the battle in two, crushing half of the first defensive line, and destroying the first shields who cracked under the pressure, crushing beneath a huge mass of Allied soldiers and Abyssals alike. The battle turned into a dark chaos as the tons of dark radioactive snow on the ground were thrown in the air, turning everything to darkness...
As the visibility slowly started to come back, Theodore slowly stood back up, hearing the faded sounds of the battle somewhere in the distance. He managed to survive, although he had been it by a small piece of the Dome that had fallen on the ground, luckily because of the armor. But no such luck for those who had just been crushed by the full size of a Colonial Nova Class Super Heavy Battlecarrier.. and as the dark snow disippated, falling back on the ground, his guess proved to be correct, as the huge wreck that was now in the middle of the square had its name written on its main hangar, with huge white, faded letters of the gray old metal that still vaguely had the old colonial gray-red scheme.
CMS Sol Nova(SN-0211).
Sigma, on the other hand, simply laughed, taking down the black snow from on top of her white hair with her hand, her messy hair making her look just as insane as usual. The Abyssals were of course, also heavily hit by this huge wreck, but, the collapse had just opened a nice way exactly through the first allied defensive line.. and the waves of dead white Invaders continued to move forward, not stopping, not caring. Smirking, Sigma started to run, attacking the Purifier Sentinels with an extreme ease, moving faster than they could react, killing them with her sword, and stopping their reconstruction process, as the Colonial soldiers started to fall back, unit by unit, chaotically.
Was the battle lost?..
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Post by Asriel Dreemurr on Sept 17, 2016 11:29:12 GMT
As the unstopping and uncaring Invaders rushed forward, one of the elite Commonwealth divisions - Novgorod Company - moved to cover their allies's retreat to the second line. Armed with 100 modified T-34/120 tanks and a core force of veteran Desolators and Tesla Troopers, they formed a wall to cover their comrades. Mercilessly and brutally they mowed down Abyssals as they tried to chase the retreating Allies. Flamethrowers, acid cannons, high explosive shells, tesla coils, and their own supersonic bullets took their toll. In mere minutes, bodies piled up, and the pile continued to grow.
Meanwhile, in space, the allied fleets are left blind by the Fog, but the battle is not lost. Both the Eldari and Commonwealth fleets are still capable of stimulating the positions of their foes in the dark. With this data, they continued their endless fire.
Worse of all, the three arkships began to utilize superpowerful electromagnets in their solarite cores. All of their weapons were powered down, and all energy was diverted towards the shields. In seconds, the magnets began their horrible job. The Eldari warships are not made of metal, and so are immune to the magnetic fields, but slowly and surely, Abyssal ships were pulled towards the arkships, and then were smashed apart as the force of the magnets crushed them against the hardened shields of the arkships, or as the force of three superpowerful magnetic fields tore them into pieces. Or, Void Ray squadrons would roast them to ashes before they even reached the arkships, or otherwise Arbiters would freeze them in pockets of space time. Though communications are down, the Eldari fleet was still able to cope.
Hell has broken loose of its cage...
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Post by The Governor on Oct 10, 2016 18:39:05 GMT
The Abyssals continued to rampage, continuing to face stiff Confederate resistance as they gained ground on the Allied positions. They faced a sea of laser fire, falling in huge numbers as they advanced closer. Then the ruins fell, and everything changed. Nearly half of the main Confederate line had been smashed by the rubble, and the others had been briefly disoriented by the earthquake. They continued to fight the Abyssals as they slowly rose, but the unique ferocity the commandos had possessed was gone, at least for the moment.
As for the other clash, Carver and Rho were locked in a vicious battle. On a pure physical level, Carver knew that they had identical strength, speed, and agility. But Rho had the inhuman strength, speed, and durability of a High Invader, and fighting him was like duelling a god. His blows fell with incredible strength, and it took all of Carver’s might, skill, and focus just to survive this battle. It was very different from his fight with Sigma. Carver knew now she had been toying with him. They had almost seemed evenly matched, and then she had blindsided the commando officer with her real power. Rho believed in no such games. He was fighting full power from the first strike, and every blow was meant to kill.
When the earthquake came, Carver was knocked down. A small piece of rubble had also hit him, but the armour bore most of the impact. It only felt like a punch in the chest, and the Confederate officer rose, ready to resume his battle with Rho. That was when he noticed what had befallen the Invader Knight. A piece of rubble, much larger than the one that had hit Carver, had landed atop Rho. He appeared unconscious, and time seemed to stop as Carver examined the prone form. All was quiet, as both Allies and Abyssals had given the commanders room to fight.
And then, the trance was broken as Rho opened his eyes and clenched his fist. Carver watched in disbelief as the High Invader sat up, and slowly lifted the rubble that pinned his legs. Then, Rho slowly rose to his feet. He smiled as he stared at Carver, saying in an almost amused tone, “What are you staring at, Sergeant? Are you really so surprised? I’m the man who created an entire unit of the most vicious soldiers in the universe. I was the scourge of our enemies, and my people were the first to fight the Abyssals this time around. We boarded the HCS Pluto and a hundred other ghost ships. We jumped with only rocket packs into the swirling storm over a doomed world. And during the Terror War, my men were the first to charge, all guns blazing, into a bastion of terrorists. Wendigo Company. Was I reckless, unstable? Absolutely. But we were the first people to charge into every darkness, no matter how dark it was. And until Tau Volantis, we always came out on top. Even in this new life, I’m still leading my men to victory. We’ve already taken Maarlox. I won’t lie, that falling stone hurt a great deal, and it took a lot of power out of me. So much you may have a chance in Hell of winning. But it doesn’t change this truth. Even if you’re bolstered by the will of God, you’re a man, Scott. I have been, and always will be, an angel of death. And your life is the next I’ll end.”
As the speech began, Carver had pressed buttons in his armour to distribute combat stimulants. It wasn’t quite as much as the Invader Knight had once used, but it was the highest dose he could safely use, and Rho had been weakened a great deal. As the Sergeant went on the offensive for the first time since the fight began, Rho smiled. “Impressive, Sergeant. All the time we’ve fought already, being knocked down by an earthquake, and you still have the energy to resist. This kind of movement in that armour must be tiring. But we’re used to moving in it, aren’t we?”
As he spoke, the High Invader parried Carver’s blows. Despite his skill, one lucky slash managed to graze Rho’s armour. It was a weak point in the suit he had died in, and Carver’s blade made a shallow cut on his right forearm. “So, you’ve drawn blood,” the Invader Knight said simply.
Seizing the moment and launching a new offensive, Carver attacked and said, “Perhaps you are an angel of death. But combat effectiveness is only a tiny fraction of what makes a Confederate soldier. It’s the same duty as all Confederate citizens, one that all of us are bound by, from the lowest street sweeper to the Governor Of Karsopolis. The duty we forgot during the First Intergalactic War. From cradle to grave, do that in our power to serve all life. That’s why I carried on after the Invaders took everything from me. That’s why the most commandos since the First Delieggen War have been fielded on Terra Nova, why they’re fighting side by side with the Colonials we once called enemies. To save all life.”
More and more of Carver’s blows fell onto Rho. But internally, the Abyssal smiled. They were serious wounds, but Rho knew he would heal, and in his sudden confidence, Carver had left himself open. At the next attack, Rho struck with the power he had been holding back. Carver’s blade fell in a low arc, and it was parried so hard that Carver’s arm rocketed back at an unusual angle. Rho heard a sickening pop, and he knew the arm was dislocated from the shoulder. As Carver let out a muffled shout of pain, he collapsed to the ground.
Now laughing, Rho stood over the kneeling Confederate officer. He made a quick stab to Carver’s major tendons to ensure the officer wouldn’t try anything. Determined to face his executioner, Carver looked up, and saw very little of his old commanding officer. The recklessness, aggression, and cruelty were all there. But the brother like camaraderie, tactical ingenuity, and elation at victory were all gone. “So this is Scott Carver. Survivor of the HCS Pluto, Tau Volantis, acting leader of the Shock Commandos, and the man who liberated Line Maria. This is where your devotion to ideals has brought you. Humbled and helpless before me. Once again, I am an angel of death. A vanguard of darkness, a champion of nightmare, and a bannerman of Lucifer.”
After this, he withdrew his sidearm. He said in an even tone, “Sigma may have been negligent enough to leave you breathing at Line Maria and allow your recovery. But I’m not so careless. Some former Colonials were kind enough to upgrade my CI-56 with Gauss technology. In other words, this is a handheld rail-gun. So these trisilviate bullets are going to tear right through your energy shielding and your armour. Just like Tiller, you won't be competing with me for the favour of the High Ones.” He raised the gun and said in a tone of amusement, “Goodbye, Specialist Carver.”
Just as Rho was about to pull the trigger, a concussion shell landed a short distance away. Rho and Carver were both hurled away from each other and towards their lines. Rho landed in the middle of an Invader horde, and Carver in the thick of the fighting around the main Allied line.
As the Allied soldiers saw the wounded Confederate officer, they raced to save him. A group of soldiers from several nations surged forward, weaving through the pressing horde and the falling shells. Once he understood he was safe for now, Carver raised his shoulder at the proper angle, and ran into the side of one of the Allied bunkers. Even through the haze of chemicals and adrenaline, putting the bone back in its socket hurt. But Carver endured it as quietly as he could, knowing he had been miraculously fortunate. Seeking news on the battle, the Shock Commando officer looked for a familiar face in the crowd of soldiers. He approached the Colonial SPEKO officer he had met on the transport, and said in an even tone, “Rho is still alive, but I managed to put several wounds in him. Not sure how much that will stop him, or how long it will take him to heal. Then he nearly killed me. But a shell and its blast parted us. So how are things going? Is Heaven’s Fall nearly complete?”
In the Abyssal camp, Rho was furious, ramming his twisted trisilviate blade through every former Wendigo he could see. “Who fired that?!” he thundered. “I want them brought to me! I was very close! I would have KILLED one of the enemy commanders!”
“But Lieutenant-” a Wendigo Invader began.
“Enough!” Rho said as he mastered his anger and looked towards the Allied lines. “Nothing that’s taken place so far matters now. Advance, my Wendigos. Ravage them. Eat the enemy alive, just like the Terran demon you’re named for.”
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Post by The Thal'Hus on Oct 20, 2016 8:55:31 GMT
The Suprion fleet was blundsided by the fog, but that did not stop them for long. They, after all, fought foes much greater in number than they. Few can match the technology and skill of the Children of the Arga; in numbers alone are their enemies insurmountable. It is well known, at least amongst themselves, that each of their warriors can drench his blade with the blood of a hundred foes in the span of half an hour. Now, once again, the Suprions are beginning to fight furiously. The Star Eaters and Xak'nals began emitting pulses of energy. These pulses are like rings of death that quickly expanded and then contracted, tearing to shreds any Non-Suprion ship that was unlucky enough to be in direct line of the pulse. Only the starships with the strongest armor and shielding can withstand such a weapon. However, that would also mean that allied ships that are too close might get destroyed as well. As of such, the Suprions would only keep the range of the pulses at a short distance, preventing them from destroying too many Abyssal ships.
Flagship - Hath'orion
As the torrential battle continued, trouble is brewing up in the Suprion flagship...
"A41526I, how long can we keep the energy pulses up?", asked Razjh Hethelen.
A robotic voice replied - "10 minutes."
"Not even half of what we need just to cope. Any way of extending the time?"
"We can redirect energy from the weapons and shield systems."
"We cannot do that. Any other way?"
"None. The light of the star here is too pale and sick for our stellar sails to use its energy."
"Then we just have to be wait..."
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Post by Deleted on Oct 23, 2016 16:23:13 GMT
The Federated Colonies
Die Föderierte Kolonien
"Einheit, Freiheit, und Glechheit!"
"Unity, Freedom, and Equality!"
"How are things going? Pretty bad unfortunately.", Oberleutnant Eberbach answered. After the collapse of the wreck of the Sol Nova from the top of the Dome right in the middle of their first defense lines, the Colonials and their allies had managed to retreat to the secondary defense lines and put up a vague defense there, but the losses they had until now were enormous. Even ignoring the sheer number of material and men they lost when a Super Heavy Battlecarrier collapsed above them, the chaos that followed was even worse. With the Colonies being forced to fight for their own survival in Line Stacia, and with forces required to take Line Maria back, a large part of the troops currently present on Terra Nova were Freikorps troops. The Freikorps, a nickname which can be literally translated as the Free Corps in Galactic Standard, originally Freiwilliger Korps, the Volunteer Corps, is, as its name is saying, a militia force made up of volunteers and conscripts. And as the Federation is already practicing compulsory conscription, the people who usually ended up in the Freikorps were either too young or too old for the regular forces, so either young people who had never seen a battlefield before, or old veterans from the Intergalactic Wars. Not exactly the best troops to use when a battlecarrier collapses over your lines. Of course, it wasn't like all the Colonial troops presently here were volunteers, it was a Shock Army after all, but the experienced units had to retreat together with the volunteers once their lines had been destroyed, or face annihilation at the hands of the advancing Invader horde. The battle was becoming more and more desperate.. As the bloody struggle continued, suddenly, a weird sound could be heard all across the battlefield, originating from somewhere inside the gargantuan building known as the Dome.. as something was being turned on. Twelve glowing white columns of energy errupted from inside it, breaking holes through the spherical dome of the building, breaking through the dark clouds right above the battlefield, and for the first time since the bombs fell.. the light of Sol Nova shined on Terra Nova. Up in sky, in the hole alongside the clouds, the columns of energy reaching to the sky united, creating a form of what seemed to be twelve interlaced circles of white. Heaven's Fall was loading. Seeing light, and torn out from the darkness that had reigned here just a few moments ago, the Invaders slowed down a little.. there was still hope... Seeing the light and what was happening, the Colonial troops broke into cheers, for a short moment, before returning to the battle, their morale back to normal. "It does seem that the Science Division isn't going to let us down. They're working on it.. of course, that doesn't mean that we need to let it easy. We need to stop the Invaders from reaching the Dome, by any costs. And we have called backup...", the Colonial officer proudly declared. "Unsere Panzerdivisionen sind hier!", a Colonial soldier reported nearby. Their armored divisions were here. And out of the sudden, a weird sound was heard in the distance.. the whistling sound of death. From the black clouds above, thousands and thousands of salvos of rockets crashed on top of the Invader horde, as in the distance, the rocket launchers of the Colonial Artillery Units, the Wurfrahmen-72, opened fire in a massive saturation bombardment. Death and fire rained on top of the Invaders, stirring chaos among them. Precise, the bombardment stopped a few meters before the allied lines.. but that wasn't all.
Inside his tank, occupying the possition of the commander, and surrounded by holograms and holographic screens informing him about everything and anything happening around and in his tank, Unteroffizier Erhard Schöler was ready for combat, as the Panzer rushed forward at full speed, the armored formations advancing on the abandoned streets of the capital. The new Panzer models were among some of the newest Colonial technology, combining the latest Colonial tanks with the mech technology the Science Division had been working on for the Space Forces.. this was going to be nice. And of course, for the moment to be as epic as possible, he needed some music. Pressing on a holographic screen, the Colonial opened a music file, as the old march of the Colonial armored divisions started to play. Oh, how nice this was going to be...
Hundreds and hundreds of tanks appeared behind the Invader horde, crushing into it at full speed, breaking them, crashing them, firing their main guns and machine guns, their lasers and flamethrowers. As the tip of a spear, the tanks pushed forward, some of them remaining in their vehicle form, while others turned into what were basically mechs, using the technology the Science Division had initially created for the Space Forces and their so called Tactical Fighting Units. In their robotic form, the main gun of the tanks turned into a larger variant of a rifle, allowing the tank to be far more versatile. The tanks pushed forward.. wrecking havoc in front of them, while others, in line, started to open fire at the gigantic Invader monsters, stopping them in their tracks. The armored attack broke the momentum of the Invaders, and as chaos ensured, behind the enemy lines, the howitzers focused their fire on one of the monsters at the time.. the second monster to fall being hit by the projectiles of the heavy artillery and burning, before collapsing on the ground, dead in the true definition of the world. For the first time since the battle began, the allies truly had a chance... but now, the infantry forces in front of the Dome had to resist by all means necessary.. and keep the enemy away, until the end. The second stage of the battle was beginning.
"Hurra! Hurra!", the Colonials shouted as the attacks of their troops threw the Invaders into chaos, raising the morale of the allied troops. For the first time since the battle began, they truly felt that they had a chance.. the Invaders, although powerful, were at the end in their majority, nothing more that dead, reanimated bodies, using stolen equipment and materiel. Now, as neither they nor the allies were able to be resupplied or to receive backup, the chances were more equal.. they had to do it. "Our reinforcements are here.", Theodore told Carver after they witnessed the attacks of the 43rd Colonial Shock Army, which after deploying on the other side of the Capitolium, had managed to reach the Dome just in time, attacking the Invader forces from the behind. "We hope that your men can take a little pressure off the Freikorps for a few minutes, I'll go and try to bring them together.. the only big problems that remain are Sigma and Rho..." "I'll take care of my sister.", a voice was heard, as someone, wearing one of the nanosuits of the Hegemonic Forces, appeared from behind them. Theodore looked at his rank for a few moments, before suddenly realizing who that was, saluted immediately, just as about every other soldier around. "Wilkommen, Herr Hegemon.", Theodore said. "Come on Theodore, you don't need to be so formal. Do you know where Sigma is?", the Hegemon asked. "Yes, Julius. She's breaking apart our forward defenses, and we haven't been managed to even slow her down.. Sergeant Carver over here fought with Rho, and nearly lost...." The Hegemon remained quiet for a few good moments, as he unsheathed his black sword. Astarael. "I'll be taking care of Sigma... but be careful about Rho. We mustn't allow the enemy to reach the Dome.. stop them here, Theodore." "Jawohl!", the officer saluted, as the Hegemon started to head towards the enemy lines, together with the Star Guards. They had to stop her.. and they had to stop her here. "Well, well, dear brother.. how strange to see you here..", the pink eyed girl said, drawing her bloodied sword from the body of a dead Colonial soldier, before licking it from on top of her own blade. "Are you here to join the fun?...", she asked, her usual insane smile on her face. "I am here to stop you. I failed to do what I should have done as your brother back on that day.. I have failed to protect you. I have failed to save you. But this changes today.. I will save you...", the purple eyed boy said, as the black vines of his sword appeared around its handle, piercing his hand without mercy. "It is too late.. brother.. to late for any of us. I will kill you.. and I will bring you to our side.. let's dance, shall we?" And before the Hegemon could even react, the white haired girl rushed forward. "Activate XZ49 mode. Remove Level 3 Clearance.", Sigma said in a rather robotic way, before her blade clashed against that of her brother, the two starting a brutal duel, as the battle around them continued... it had begun.
In the space, as each of the allied fleets managed more or less, to defend themselves in the chaos created by the fog, the Invaders continued to advance, dealing horrible losses to everyone, as they had the clear advantage.. but suddenly, something started to attract the fog that was around, finally stopping to surround the allied ships, allowing them to use their sensors and comms again. But what they saw then.. was bad. Really bad. A large part of the fog was now forming a huge sphere around something so big that there was no way to mistake it- the Empress Class Base. And protected by the Fog.. it was advancing... towards Terra Nova, and the Heaven's Fall which had just started to activate, the columns of energy being visible from the space just as the interlaced white circles of energy in the large hole in the dark clouds in the planet's atmosphere. And there was only one thing between the Empress Class and the planet... the Colonial Military Ship Terra Nova. And so, the duel began, as the Empress Class, surrounded and protected by the thick fog, opened full fire against the Terra Nova, pounding it's Klein Shields mercilessly, while the flagship responded in the most Colonial way possible, opening fire with all its weapons. But as the rest of the Invader ships and their part of the fog, now surrounding the entirety of the Allied Fleets, also started to advance, having positioned themselves to surround and isolate each of the fleets taking part in the battle... there wasn't much hope left. |
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Post by Asriel Dreemurr on Oct 25, 2016 9:50:35 GMT
The Purifiers and Commonwealth armored divisions managed quite well, but they too had enormous losses. Already, 4 armored Commonwealth companies have either been completely destroyed or are severely damaged; Vladivostok, Baikal, Sprut, and Yuri. Around 20 more companies remain, mostly made up of T-98 Firefly medium tanks, Desolator Troopers, Tedla Troopers, T-34/120 superheavy tanks, Frontoviki killer drones, and Kampaneya Walkers. However, two companies have only recently fully set themselves up; Katyusha and Shilka companies. Unlike the other companies, they were armed exclusively with the Katyusha MRLS and the 225 mm superheavy Zuvyal class artillery, and as one might have guessed, it takes them considerable time to set up. But they are now finished, and they are now rewdy to unleash Stalin's Fireworks and Sledgehammers upon their enemy, who are no more than reanimated corpses armed with stolen equipment and machinery. And for the commanders of Katyusha and Shilka Companies, such thievery has no forgiveness.
As soon as the Colonial tanks finished their attack, the Katyusha MRLS and Zuvyal artillery began a second wave of bombardment against the Invaders. Stalin's Fireworks and Sledgehammers hammered away at the Invaders that remained alive after the Wuhrframen-72 and the Panzer divisions swept through. The Zuvyal's focused against the giant monsters, with each monster being targeted by 20 Zuvyals at once. Once a monster lost its footing after getting shot by such massive shells, the Zuvyals would continue their fire until only a desecated corpse remains of the horrid creature. The Katyushas fire rockets, which are not at all orrinary rockets anyway. Half of the rockets do not have explosives, but instead are flying canisters of death filled with pyro-sulfuric acid. This acid has been modified chemically to be able to melt through armor, and the stalinium rockets in which they are loaded are one of the things they cannot corrode. They crashed upon the Invaders in an apocalyptic fury, melting them from armor, skin, flesh, and bone, till nothing remains of their wretched bodies but a slowly decaying mass of organic matter.
The Eldari and Commonwealth beheld in both horror and awe the massive sphere that appeared in their sensors. But there was no time to stare at it like children. Quickly, both fleets tried to eliminate the foes in front of them. Thousands of Tiger Class Battlecarriers fired their solar beams at the encroaching enemy fleet, before proceeding to use short range warp to form a shield barrier to protect the entirety of their remaining fleet. The Abyssal ships that were trapped inside the spherical barrier were quickly destroyed by marauding Object 274's and rampaging IS Battleships, and those that were outside would have to use the desecated wrecks of Commonwealth ships to be able to bypass the barrier, but ever since they discovered that the Invaders can reanimate just abiut anything(seeing old ships of other nations they know among their foes), they would destroy completeky the wrecks of their ships that have been defeated in combat before the Invaders can use them for their dark purposes. Now, shoot the barrier if they will, but never will they break their resolve.
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Post by The Governor on Nov 11, 2016 7:40:48 GMT
Carver nodded and said in an even tone, "We'll assist the Freikorps." With that, he said into an armour comm system, "Three quarters of the remaining commandos, follow me! We're going to assist the Freikorps. The rest of you, defend the Dome. Do not retreat, no matter what happens! Hold those positions or die trying!"
Now, the bulk of the Confederate troops moved well in front of the Freikorps, where most of the fighting was taking place. "Wedge formation, men! We're about to break right through the Abyssal line! And most of you wont be fighting High Invaders like Embry did. So high stims should be just fine for you. Needles in the red, everyone!" The veteran soldiers nodded, and injected stimulants. They raced forward, seeming to not feel the heavy armours covering them. As they advanced, they opened fire as one. The brightness of the thousands of white laser rifles lit the battlefield, as did the grenades that followed them. Surprised, many Invaders were shot, blown, or cut to pieces as the commandos closed the distance.
But they had made a grave error. These were no common Invaders. They were the Wendigo Invaders, with their high training, excellent equipment, and unique savagery. Even as their comrades fell, the Wendigos dug in and fought back, diving into the holes made by the Colonial shells, and firing on the advancing Confederates. Their HUDs were functioning, as well as the rest of their armour, powered by the unique energy of the Xenoliths. They duelled their Confederate counterparts with blades of twisted trisilviate, and fired with inhuman aim and focus.
However, the Wendigos, who had seen hundreds of battles, suffered from one thing. They were Confederate soldiers, and aside from some brief action on Maarlox, they had never fought their own kind. As such, they were taken off guard by the versatility of the enemy. This led to a viciously contested stalemate, with no side gaining a clear advantage at first.
In the toxic clouds above, repulsorlifts could be heard. The sounds came from a group of Yeti-class hovertanks, all surging towards the Abyssal lines. Specifically, the Invaders' left flank. The other sound was from above, numerous Pegasus-class gunships. They flew low, fast, and aggressive, raining death upon the Invader horde, whether it came from turbolasers or from Dragonbreath incendiary rockets. Most importantly were the things they dropped onto the field.
When the doors of the gunships opened, many things leapt into the battle. Just before impact, they used enormous rocket-packs to slow their descent. They landed ahead of the Allied line, on the side where there were few, if any, Confederate commandos. They had been deployed to assist the Colonial and other units in that area. The war machines towered over the battlefield, standing eleven feet tall. They were Goliath-class Super-Heavy battle armours, and each one was controlled by a single, highly skilled pilot. Once they hit the ground, the Goliaths all opened fire with their twin gatling lasers, smiling as they witnessed the Abyssal horde blown apart. Alongside the Allied units, they focused on repelling the Invader offensive and assisting the Colonial vehicles still in the area. As for the gunships, they concentrated their firepower on the Xenolith monsters. And lastly, the Yetis moved to assist Carver's troops.
The battle was still one for the ages, but Carver hoped that the Confederate vehicles had tipped it in Allied favour. Hopefully, it would end soon. Until then, he would focus on winning.
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Post by Asriel Dreemurr on Nov 12, 2016 1:11:09 GMT
From behind the Allied lines, crystalline noises began to emanate. Those came from the power pylons, which were warped in earlier by probes and they power the photon cannon turrets. All around the pylons, Tal'darim Ascendants warped in, and as soon as they finished warping in, they smashed into the Invader horde, blasting them apart with psionic orbs and electric chain attacks. From the toxic clouds, drop canisters filled with terrazine fell upon the horde, cursing them with blindness and physical weakness, which left them all the more vulnerable to the defending forces.
From among a pile of torn limbs and torsos, the Highlord of the Tal'darim, Algarak, hammered his way through. With sadistic glee he ripped through hundreds of Invaders, slaughtering them with twin warp blades and blast waves of psionic energy. WIth every fallen Invader, he grew in power; for whenever something dies near him, its life essence, or whatever is left of it, empowers him. With that, he and his Ascendants murdered thousands of Abyssals in a matter of minutes.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 13, 2016 15:34:58 GMT
Terra Nova, the Federal District
The deadly battle continued, as for the first time ever since the beginning of the battle, the Allied Forces actually seemed to have a good chance of winning it. The continuous artillery barrage of the Colonials, the attack of the Panzer forces, and the mobilization of the Colonial forces around the Dome had slowed down the horde of Abyssals, and the arrival of the Confederate ships and battle armors took the Invaders by surprise, throwing their forces into disarray. With the Colonial, Eldari, Acruani, Commonwealth, and Confederate forces defending the entrance of the Dome, and with the Colonials and the Confederates pushing from the back, the Invaders were now mostly surrounded. The combined attacks of the Confederate battle armors, and of the Colonial mechanized Panzers, together with the support of the powerful howitzers of the Colonial Army brought down the Abyssal giants, one, by one, until none was left. The tide had turned. Or at least, that's how it seemed like..
Meanwhile, the Hegemon was fighting at full speed with Sigma, the two of them moving nearly too fast for anyone else to be able to follow them. Despite the usual discrepancy in power between a High Invader and a human, the purple eyed boy seemed to be holding his ground quite good. That was of course, because of the development of the information the Science Division had managed to gather on the Ancient Swords. Now, more than ever, the Colonials were sure that these swords were indeed, pieces of Ancient technology, even if it was far, far too advanced for the current level of any known living civilization to even think about it. Research had shown that indeed, the swords seemed to have fluctlights in them, although the scientists were still far from being able to understand how exactly the sword interacted with the fluctlight. It seemed to be somehow connected to metal from which the swords were built, and also to the blood that they required. It was also clear that all those weird incantations the users had to say were nothing more than the equivalent of what would have been commands for a computer. The thorny vines seemed to be more than surely used to connect to the hosts nervous system, which was done by puncturing into the blood vessels and the nerves accompanying it. A lot still remained a mystery. But that at least allowed the Colonial Ancient Sword wielders to fight far better than what they did before.. and that was enough, for now.
Slowly but surely, the Hegemon started to gain the upper hand in the struggle against his sister. While she had only seen him fight once before, the Colonials had managed to gather hours of videos showing Sigma fight, from Colonials and all the others allies which had the bad luck to cross paths with her. Sigma was strong, there was no doubt. But even the strongest can fall if the enemies knows how it fights. And by allowing her to start the fight, to attack him, and to cut him so many times.. the black haired boy had managed to get the occasion he needed. Continuously growing ever since the beginning of the battle, the vines on his arm were now surrounding it in its entirety.. with the conscience inside the sword being now on that point where it nearly completely controlled him and his actions. Now it was the time for the revenge. As the black blade he was holding in his right hand started to be surrounded by the characteristic shadowy matter of Astarael, the Hegemon rushed forward, counterattacking for the first time since the beginning of the duel. Again, again, and again, he slashed, he attacked, he pushed, until he finally locked his sword with that of Sigma, and he threw her sword out of her hand, slashing his sword once again, leaving a deep cut on her chest. The once arrogant pink eyed girl fell on her knees, breathing heavily.
"I should kill you, I know that. I failed to protect you, back on that day.. even if I promised. I failed to save you. But I should save you now, save you from what you have become. And that could only happen by killing you.", the Hegemon said, pointing his blade at her neck, right beneath her chin, forcing her to raise her head and looking directly at him. "But even if it might be selfish from me.. I can't. Abyssal or not, you are my sister. I can't kill you.. not again." And with that, the purple eyed boy lowered his sword, sighing. Sigma closed her eyes for a few moments, clearly relieved, before she opened them again, looking directly at her brother, once again with her characteristic smile on her face.. although it didn't seem quite as wicked this time.
"I knew it. Even if you claim to be the big and bad Hegemon, the protector of the Colonies.. in the end, deep inside.. you must still be my older brother.. the one who hated all sort of violence. You haven't changed too much, brother. And I forgive you.. for not being able to save me."
"Should I forgive him too? For being so incompetent?"
A voice was heard, and it was heard quite loudly, despite the sound of the battle. Strangely enough, everyone was able to hear, from all across the battle. The attention of many was attracted towards the place where the Hegemon and his sister were standing, because right behind them.. something started to rise from the ground covered by the dark, nuclear snow. A black fog. And from it, two figures stepped out. Shocked, the Hegemon made a step back.
The first figure was someone perhaps familiar to those with a limited knowledge in the Invader Knights. A long, lean white hair, and glowing dark red eyes, with two swords in her hands. The knight known as Lambda. Nothing too weird here.. but the one next to her was the strange one.
It was a man, that at least was sure.. and even if his uniform was all tattered and old, and whitened in the style of the Invaders, it wasn't difficult to see that once it was the same kind of black and gold uniform Julius used to wear, the uniform of the Hegemon of the Colonies. But also, someone else used to wear it.. back in the past. Another Hegemon, perhaps?.. His hair was white now, but it was just as messy as back then, when it used to be black. An eye patch was covering his left eye, just like that of his son.. but his uncovered eye had a glowing, dark green color, which was much similar to the one he used to have while he was alive. There was no way to mistaken him, even for those who had never seen him, but had a vague knowledge about recent Colonial history.
"Father?", the Hegemon asked, at which point the Invader simply laughed. "I used to be, once. But in your military coding system, I guess that I would be Alpha right now.., wouldn't you think so? ", the green eyed Invader asked. It was quite obvious, even without what he was saying, that he was ranked above any other Invader here, merely by the respect they were showing to their leader. "So, what have you done? You've promised me, back then, that you would take care of your mother and sisters. It's quite obvious that you failed. Just like you failed to properly protect the Colonies, I mean, look where we are. That's quite pathetic, don't you think?"
"But father, what are you doing here? You're dead, you've died!", the Hegemon replied, quite terrified. "Well, aren't well all dead on this side? Yes, I died.. back there, while we were fighting those reptilian bastards. Who could have thought that a star can suddenly explode like that... but what was inside matter.. only what was inside that star mattered. And well, now I'm here, to ensure that the desires of the High Ones are met. Terra Nova must fall, and with it, the rest of the universe.", Alpha said, before he looked at Rho and his Wendigos. "I want you to breach into that Dome, by any means necessary.. understood? Failure.. will not be accepted.", he ordered, before he looked back at his son, and smiled. What had once been Raphael Kingsley snapped his fingers, and the black fog surrounding him expanded out of a sudden, covering a large part of the battlefield, and throwing it into chaos, as from behind the Colonial armored units and the Confederate battle armors surrounding the enemy from the back, thousands upon thousands of dead Colonial soldiers from the Second Intergalactic War rushed forward like an unstoppable wave, surrounding and pushing the tanks and the armors, killing everything in their way. The horde screamed.. and pushed, and pushed, while the allies, practically blind right now, were pushed back in chaos. And just as, invisible to everyone, Alpha rushed forward, the Hegemon barely being able to parry his attack, hell was unleashed upon the allied lines.
The tide had turned.. once again.
Sol Nova System
Although not visible to the people on the ground of the planet, because of the black fog that had surrounded the battlefield, the columns of energy changed their color into a dark black, nearly invisible in the void of the space. But their energy continued to rise, as similar columns of energy started to rise from the surface of Terra Nova's moon, uniting themselves with the columns from Terra Nova somewhere in the middle of the orbit between those two spatial corps, forming another twelve interlaced circles of energy, but now in the space. Invisible, a sphere of energy started to appear right there in the middle, waiting for the central piece to load.
Realizing what was happening, and acting upon their plan. the CMS Alexander von Scheerling, and the CMS Julius von Vylkov attacked the Empress Class Base while protecting the CMS Terra Nova, allowing it to retreat. And even if there was no way for the Colonials to inform the other fleets of what was happening, it was quite obvious. The Kriegsflotte had changed its formation, so now, what had once been a nearly complete surrounding of the Colonial forces by the Abyssals had turned into the Colonials pushing the Invaders and their Empress Class towards the center of Heaven's Fall.
Just like in the Battle of Sol. The end was near.
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Post by The Governor on Nov 14, 2016 8:36:49 GMT
Allied Lines, Confederate Positions
In the thick of the fighting, Master Sergeant Scott Carver watched as the Allied counteroffensive was beaten back in moments. He felt a mixture of shock, sadness, and horror. And then they were replaced by something else. A resolution to win, or at least go down in a blaze of glory. He noticed that the Wendigo Invaders were suddenly attacking much more viciously, and his men were beginning to rout. They were still faring well against the regular Invaders, but Rho was nigh unstoppable as he carved a swathe of destruction.
Rho shouted as he went on the warpath, "Forwards! All of you heard Alpha! Failure will not be tolerated!"
Knowing he had to intervene, he moved forward and shouted, "Dont be afraid, men! We're going to hold this position. You know what to do. Leave the Abyssal commander to me." The commandos nodded, and did their jobs. As for Scott, he walked forward. Like a convict marching to the scaffold, he went to face Rho. He knew he wouldn't survive the encounter, but he was determined to give the Abyssal as much of a battle as possible. Even so, chills ran down his spine as he thought back to footage of the Battle of Maarlox. Scott had been shocked when he first watched, and even now, the footage was hard to believe.
What seemed like an eternity ago, the Invaders had besieged Maarlox. It should have been a quick victory for the Abyssals. But because of the defenders' determination and tactical ingenuity, it was much more difficult. As the Invaders had advanced, they were shot down by lasers, and swept away by avalanches. And when they reached the summit, they had crashed against the mighty Seventh Line and the garrison's executive officer, Lieutenant Blake Tiller. The battle between Blake and Rho had been unbelievable. After a duel of roughly ten minutes, the man who had studied bladed combat for years, who had been so much than Rho, who had given Wendigo Company a crash course in bladed combat, and who had been a candidate for Project Super Sapien lay dead in the snow. Since Blake had fallen so easily, Scott worried about his chances.
When he saw Scott approach, Rho waved his men off. They backed away, knowing what he intended to do. They had seen this before. Rho quickened his pace, ready to meet Scott again. When they had reached one another, the Invader smiled and said, "Specialist Carver. So we've met again. It seems the second round has arrived. But no miracle can save you this time."
"It's Sergeant Carver," Scott replied. "And I dont have to win, or to even survive. All I have to do is keep you away from that Dome until the scientists finish the real work. If I just do that, even if I die, then I win. Life wins."
"Perhaps," Rho noted. "But we've both taken a lot of damage. We're both weaker than we were starting the battle. But even though we've fallen the same distance, you've fallen from a much lower pedestal than I have. And now, we end this, once and for all! Defend yourself, Sergeant!" With that, Rho attacked. His first blow came with unbelievable power. Or maybe it was no stronger than before, and Scott's earlier efforts were catching up to his body.
At any rate, the blows that followed were quick, potent, and painful. Although it blocked the slashes, Scott's armour quickly stopped being what it always had been. It was no longer a second skin or the ultimate tool. It was a massive weight that covered his whole body, and Scott struggled just to remain upright. The struggle was ended by a single punch, from Rho. He could see his former subordinate tiring, and raised his weapon. Scott moved to parry, leaving himself open. Like a train from nowhere, Rho's gauntlet slammed into his chestplate, hurling him backwards into the dirty snow.
For a moment he just laid there on the ground, and then Scott began to rise once more. That is, until he saw the blade at his throat. "Dont get up!" Rho commanded as he raised a sidearm. "It's over. No miracles to save you. Goodbye, Specialist Carver."
As he pulled the trigger, a weapon knocked the gun, and the shot went wild. Murderous with rage, Rho looked up to see who had prevented his victory. Scott looked up to see his saviour. Both were surprised. Standing in the midst of them was a riveting woman, one whose flawless body had been perfected even more. In life she had been beautiful, and in whatever came next, she looked like a goddess. Her hair was long, the clean white of a Confederate blizzard, and hung like a curtain of frost over her shoulders. Her face was gorgeous, fair, symmetrical, and straight. Her new uniform, pants, a shirt, and jacket of deep white, flattered her well-proportioned figure. As for her eyes, they were the colour of a blizzard and portraits of a wise, reserved, and captivating woman. Everyone on the battlefield wondered who she could be, but only Scott knew. Rho as well, but not nearly as intimately.
"Helen!" "Heta!" Rho and Scott had announced as one. They asked in unison, "What are you doing here?"
The Abyssal woman smiled broadly. It was dazzling, and brought back memories to Scott about how she had always used smiles to light a room. Then she answered, "I've come to stop you, of course, Rho. Did you honestly think I'd sit back and watch you kill the man I love, who would have been my husband?" Heta then turned to Scott and said, "Yes, it's me, darling. This is my new form. And soon, we'll be together. Do I still look good?"
"You look amazing," Scott answered. "I'm sorry you've been waiting so long. I really expected to die when I saw you at Line Maria." He then added, "I'm sorry about Tau Volantis as well, for allowing those things to change you. I haven't stopped thinking about you. Making you happy was what I lived for when you were here. After, I just wanted to hurt the things that took you away."
"Dont worry about it," his fiancee answered. "I know how deep your love runs. And Tau Volantis brought us closer together. Gave us a stronger mental bond. Across the galaxies, I've felt your feelings all this time. And I wont be waiting much longer at all. We're about to be together again, inseparable and everlasting. But first, I'm going to help you against Rho."
Scott was confused, and Rho was angered. He said angrily, "Get out of here, Heta! Doesn't Alpha want you doing something else? You're in the way!"
"Your fight against Scott has been unfair from the very start," Heta replied as her anger slowly built. "And I watched what you did to Blake on Maarlox. It was cold-blooded murder, and I'm not letting you do it again. Blake would have been an outstanding Knight, the same as Scott. And I dont give a damn what Alpha would have me do. I'm not letting you kill my husband!"
"Confessing insubordination. You always were rebellious, even when you were only Specialist Helen Coleridge. Very well. I suppose I'll have to execute you both." With this, Rho raised his weapon and waited for Heta and Scott to take combat stances.
"Get up, darling," Heta said as she grabbed Scott's hand. "I'm not sure I can beat him alone."
Energised by her touch, Scott rose from the hard ground. He only gripped her hand tightly in response. They knew what would happen next. Heta made the first stroke, which Rho managed to parry with some difficulty. He responded with a powerful downward slash. Heta twirled away, easily dodging the attack. She was much faster than Rho, who was encumbered by his armour and the exhaustion of a long battle. She also had the high ground, always an advantage. And most importantly, she was calm. Rho delivered another slash, which Heta danced away from. When their blades clashed, Heta drew hers away. Rho's balance had been thrown off, and his momentum carried him downwards. He managed to recover, but not before Heta twirled again, delivering a shallow, diagonal cut across Rho's back. The Invader Knight shouted in pain, but carried on.
He delivered a new onslaught of vicious attacks. With the strength behind them, they would have easily killed a mortal foe. But he was duelling a fellow Knight, and Heta blocked the blows masterfully. She blocked them one by one, in a casual manner. When they stopped, she began a new offensive. As he grew more and more weary, Rho's parries became more erratic, some missing Heta's blade entirely. After delivering several more cuts, Heta shouted, "Now, Scott!"
Understanding he needed to act quickly, the commando officer drove his blade where Heta had indicated. Right through Rho's hip. The Knight tried to parry, but he was too slow, and the blade pierced several tendons. He fell to the ground, knowing he wouldn't be able to get up under his own power for quite some time. Scott pulled his sword out, and moved towards Heta. But her blade was still drawn.
And then things became clear when she said, "It's time Scott. Now that Rho wont be killing you, you'll be joining us. Please dont resist, dont try to fight the darkness. I want you to be an Abyssal, but I dont want Scott Carver erased."
So in spite of everything, in spite of her persisting love, Helen's loyalty was to the Xenoliths. Scott wept at the knowledge. He said nothing as he moved closer. Tears were in his eyes, and once again he knew what would happen next. His eyes fell on the faded silver cross on Rho's armour as he offered up a silent prayer. "God, grant me strength for what I'm about to do." To Heta, he said, "Wait. Not just yet." The two locked in a passionate embrace. And then, it happened. A blade sprouted from Heta's chest. It was trisilviate, and Heta shrieked with pain and surprise as it pierced her.
"Scott. I dont understand. I thought you loved me." Tears were forming in Heta's eyes, and blood blossomed on her uniform.
"I do, Helen," the officer replied as his own tears fell. "I couldn't save you on Tau Volantis. But we will be together again. For the duration of that battle, I thought you were still you. One hundred percent. But even if most of you is there, the Abyssals want to burn the galaxies. I cant allow this. Too many people would die. And just now, in spite of saving me from Rho, you're still one of them." He added, "This...this is one of the hardest...things I've ever had to do."
"Once you'd joined us, you wouldn't have cared about any of them," Heta replied as she wept. Scott could feel her weakening, and held her upright. "It would have been us, together. Everlasting. I dont know what comes next, what happens when an Abyssal dies, where I go. We may never meet again, Scott."
Tears obscuring the pane of transparisteel in his visor, Scott answered, "We will. We'll meet in Heaven after I die. If not there, we'll reunite on Judgement Day. Either way, it'll come sooner than...you think...I'm sorry about this, Helen. I cherish you more than anything. Know that, wherever you're bound."
"I know, Scott. I love you too," Heta replied. She smiled warmly for a final time, and caressed Scott's neck. And then, she died in his arms.
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Post by Asriel Dreemurr on Nov 16, 2016 10:14:10 GMT
Terra Nova, the Federal DistrictThe deadly battle continued, as for the first time ever since the beginning of the battle, the Allied Forces actually seemed to have a good chance of winning it. The continuous artillery barrage of the Colonials, the attack of the Panzer forces, and the mobilization of the Colonial forces around the Dome had slowed down the horde of Abyssals, and the arrival of the Confederate ships and battle armors took the Invaders by surprise, throwing their forces into disarray. With the Colonial, Eldari, Acruani, Commonwealth, and Confederate forces defending the entrance of the Dome, and with the Colonials and the Confederates pushing from the back, the Invaders were now mostly surrounded. The combined attacks of the Confederate battle armors, and of the Colonial mechanized Panzers, together with the support of the powerful howitzers of the Colonial Army brought down the Abyssal giants, one, by one, until none was left. The tide had turned. Or at least, that's how it seemed like.. Meanwhile, the Hegemon was fighting at full speed with Sigma, the two of them moving nearly too fast for anyone else to be able to follow them. Despite the usual discrepancy in power between a High Invader and a human, the purple eyed boy seemed to be holding his ground quite good. That was of course, because of the development of the information the Science Division had managed to gather on the Ancient Swords. Now, more than ever, the Colonials were sure that these swords were indeed, pieces of Ancient technology, even if it was far, far too advanced for the current level of any known living civilization to even think about it. Research had shown that indeed, the swords seemed to have fluctlights in them, although the scientists were still far from being able to understand how exactly the sword interacted with the fluctlight. It seemed to be somehow connected to metal from which the swords were built, and also to the blood that they required. It was also clear that all those weird incantations the users had to say were nothing more than the equivalent of what would have been commands for a computer. The thorny vines seemed to be more than surely used to connect to the hosts nervous system, which was done by puncturing into the blood vessels and the nerves accompanying it. A lot still remained a mystery. But that at least allowed the Colonial Ancient Sword wielders to fight far better than what they did before.. and that was enough, for now. Slowly but surely, the Hegemon started to gain the upper hand in the struggle against his sister. While she had only seen him fight once before, the Colonials had managed to gather hours of videos showing Sigma fight, from Colonials and all the others allies which had the bad luck to cross paths with her. Sigma was strong, there was no doubt. But even the strongest can fall if the enemies knows how it fights. And by allowing her to start the fight, to attack him, and to cut him so many times.. the black haired boy had managed to get the occasion he needed. Continuously growing ever since the beginning of the battle, the vines on his arm were now surrounding it in its entirety.. with the conscience inside the sword being now on that point where it nearly completely controlled him and his actions. Now it was the time for the revenge. As the black blade he was holding in his right hand started to be surrounded by the characteristic shadowy matter of Astarael, the Hegemon rushed forward, counterattacking for the first time since the beginning of the duel. Again, again, and again, he slashed, he attacked, he pushed, until he finally locked his sword with that of Sigma, and he threw her sword out of her hand, slashing his sword once again, leaving a deep cut on her chest. The once arrogant pink eyed girl fell on her knees, breathing heavily. "I should kill you, I know that. I failed to protect you, back on that day.. even if I promised. I failed to save you. But I should save you now, save you from what you have become. And that could only happen by killing you.", the Hegemon said, pointing his blade at her neck, right beneath her chin, forcing her to raise her head and looking directly at him. "But even if it might be selfish from me.. I can't. Abyssal or not, you are my sister. I can't kill you.. not again." And with that, the purple eyed boy lowered his sword, sighing. Sigma closed her eyes for a few moments, clearly relieved, before she opened them again, looking directly at her brother, once again with her characteristic smile on her face.. although it didn't seem quite as wicked this time. "I knew it. Even if you claim to be the big and bad Hegemon, the protector of the Colonies.. in the end, deep inside.. you must still be my older brother.. the one who hated all sort of violence. You haven't changed too much, brother. And I forgive you.. for not being able to save me.""Should I forgive him too? For being so incompetent?"A voice was heard, and it was heard quite loudly, despite the sound of the battle. Strangely enough, everyone was able to hear, from all across the battle. The attention of many was attracted towards the place where the Hegemon and his sister were standing, because right behind them.. something started to rise from the ground covered by the dark, nuclear snow. A black fog. And from it, two figures stepped out. Shocked, the Hegemon made a step back. The first figure was someone perhaps familiar to those with a limited knowledge in the Invader Knights. A long, lean white hair, and glowing dark red eyes, with two swords in her hands. The knight known as Lambda. Nothing too weird here.. but the one next to her was the strange one. It was a man, that at least was sure.. and even if his uniform was all tattered and old, and whitened in the style of the Invaders, it wasn't difficult to see that once it was the same kind of black and gold uniform Julius used to wear, the uniform of the Hegemon of the Colonies. But also, someone else used to wear it.. back in the past. Another Hegemon, perhaps?.. His hair was white now, but it was just as messy as back then, when it used to be black. An eye patch was covering his left eye, just like that of his son.. but his uncovered eye had a glowing, dark green color, which was much similar to the one he used to have while he was alive. There was no way to mistaken him, even for those who had never seen him, but had a vague knowledge about recent Colonial history. "Father?", the Hegemon asked, at which point the Invader simply laughed. "I used to be, once. But in your military coding system, I guess that I would be Alpha right now.., wouldn't you think so? ", the green eyed Invader asked. It was quite obvious, even without what he was saying, that he was ranked above any other Invader here, merely by the respect they were showing to their leader. "So, what have you done? You've promised me, back then, that you would take care of your mother and sisters. It's quite obvious that you failed. Just like you failed to properly protect the Colonies, I mean, look where we are. That's quite pathetic, don't you think?""But father, what are you doing here? You're dead, you've died!", the Hegemon replied, quite terrified. "Well, aren't well all dead on this side? Yes, I died.. back there, while we were fighting those reptilian bastards. Who could have thought that a star can suddenly explode like that... but what was inside matter.. only what was inside that star mattered. And well, now I'm here, to ensure that the desires of the High Ones are met. Terra Nova must fall, and with it, the rest of the universe.", Alpha said, before he looked at Rho and his Wendigos. "I want you to breach into that Dome, by any means necessary.. understood? Failure.. will not be accepted.", he ordered, before he looked back at his son, and smiled. What had once been Raphael Kingsley snapped his fingers, and the black fog surrounding him expanded out of a sudden, covering a large part of the battlefield, and throwing it into chaos, as from behind the Colonial armored units and the Confederate battle armors surrounding the enemy from the back, thousands upon thousands of dead Colonial soldiers from the Second Intergalactic War rushed forward like an unstoppable wave, surrounding and pushing the tanks and the armors, killing everything in their way. The horde screamed.. and pushed, and pushed, while the allies, practically blind right now, were pushed back in chaos. And just as, invisible to everyone, Alpha rushed forward, the Hegemon barely being able to parry his attack, hell was unleashed upon the allied lines. The tide had turned.. once again.
Sol Nova SystemAlthough not visible to the people on the ground of the planet, because of the black fog that had surrounded the battlefield, the columns of energy changed their color into a dark black, nearly invisible in the void of the space. But their energy continued to rise, as similar columns of energy started to rise from the surface of Terra Nova's moon, uniting themselves with the columns from Terra Nova somewhere in the middle of the orbit between those two spatial corps, forming another twelve interlaced circles of energy, but now in the space. Invisible, a sphere of energy started to appear right there in the middle, waiting for the central piece to load. Realizing what was happening, and acting upon their plan. the CMS Alexander von Scheerling, and the CMS Julius von Vylkov attacked the Empress Class Base while protecting the CMS Terra Nova, allowing it to retreat. And even if there was no way for the Colonials to inform the other fleets of what was happening, it was quite obvious. The Kriegsflotte had changed its formation, so now, what had once been a nearly complete surrounding of the Colonial forces by the Abyssals had turned into the Colonials pushing the Invaders and their Empress Class towards the center of Heaven's Fall. Just like in the Battle of Sol. The end was near. The Purifiers and Commonwealth armored forces watched in shock and disbelief as Allied counteroffensive was beaten back just so easily. Then in moments, their shock and disbelief was replaced by something else. Is it fear? No, but rather, a furious determination and hatred that burned like the sun in the morning. Too many have fallen already. Too many have given their lives. Knowing this, both the Purifiers and the Commonwealth troops held their ground in a hellish stand. Desensitized towards any form of mercy, they ripped the Invaders in front of them in a fit of brutality. From the support lines, the Katyushas and Zuvyals launched another barrage of projectiles, this time aimed at the thousands of dead Colonial soldiers from the Intergalactic Wars attacking the Confederate and Colonial armored forces from behind. Taking a rough guess judged on the coordinates on which the Colonial/Confederate armors were last recorded, they fired to random locations rather far behind the armors. They hope it's right. In the midst of the carnage, the Ascendants and their Highlord, Algarak remained unfazed. Whether this is because they cared little or if they reveled in bloodshed, no one knows. Nevermind. For an intense duel is coming. Algarak drew out his right warp blade from the corpse of the 354th Invader he has killed so far using the blades, and he has killed far more than that with his psionic powers. But he can now spy a far more challenging foe. Lambda. Seeing that Lambda was no normal Invader, he tore his way through more Invaders, killing them with deadly blasts of psionic energy. He reached Lambda after killing a good number. "Hello. Based on what I know, you must be Lambda, am I correct? Now... DIE."With those words, Algarak flew high into the air and unleashed a volley of psionic energy, before smashing back to solid ground. The impact cracked the ground. |
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Post by Deleted on Dec 23, 2016 17:46:36 GMT
Chaos. Darkness. Death.
The dark snow covered Place of the Freedom was now fully taken over by the battle, as the Colonials and their allies were slowly pushed back by the forces of the Abyss. Despite the brave attack of the Confederates, which resulted in Rho being pushed back, and the daring attack of the Eldari on Lambda, the tide was still turned against the allied forces. With the fog blocking view and communications, and with the savage attack of the dead Colonial soldiers, reanimated by the Xenoliths, the allied forces were pushed back, step by step, towards the Old Dome. In the middle, the Hegemon was clashing with the former Hegemon, his father, being slowly but surely pushed back, unable to do anything more than to parry his father's attacks. Were the odds completely against them?
"Get down!"
Theodore jumped in a trench, holding his rifle in his hands. The Invaders were charging from somewhere in front of them, but it was difficult to say from where exactly. All communications where down, and the Colonial forces were in disarray. It was difficult to do anything but to try to survive, especially with that damn fog all around them. If the fog would have been similar to the one the Colonials were using with their Nebelwerfers, then it would have been simple to deal with, but it was clearly something connected to the Xenoliths, as it seemed to have a consciousness of its own. There was nothing to do, at least for now. Just as he tried to stand up, a dead Colonial pushed him to the ground in a frenzy, forcing him in a brutal close quarter combat, trying to keep the Invader from killing him. Punching him with full force, Theodore got a few moments which saved his life, as they were enough for him to take his rifle from the ground, using its back to hit the Abyssal in the face, before stabbing him with the bayonet and pushing to the ground until the Veranium did its job, killing the monster.
Breathing heavily, the red eyed boy stood back, and tried to look around. It was damn tough to see anything in this dark fog. But there was something.. there seemed to be something. The boy started to run towards it. Like a.. stain of color in this dark world. A ray of light among despair. Running, running, and running, the Colonial noticed an Invader standing next to that thing. Gathering all his left energy, Theodore started to shout as he rushed, with his rifle forward, towards the monster, with all his might and all his anger. His rush was stopped as the veranium bayonet mounted on his rifle broke through the damaged armor of the dead Abyssal, sinking deeply in its dead flesh. The blue eyed boy used all of his strength to push the Invader on the ground, managing to push his bayonet deep enough to reach its heart. The former Colonial died in silence, permanently. Taking his rifle back, Theodore looked only to realize that what he had seen was a lonely Colonial flag, waving its blue-red colors amidst the fog. But then, someone, or something fired at him, and the Colonial fell on the ground, pushing the flag down with him..
Metal against metal, blood against blood. Despite his best efforts, the Hegemon was continuously pushed back by the green eyed leader of the Abyssals.. The person that had once been his father. Despite the entire situation.. this reminded him so much of all those times when he had been sparring with him, in the free time he had from his duties as Hegemon. Of course, back then, as a child, he had no idea about how stressful being a Hegemon actually was. Or about how less time he would manage to spend with his father.. before.. it all happened. But that was all gone now.. it was all in the past. This was no longer his father.. this was just a monster. A monster he had to kill, for the survival of the Colonies he had sworn to protect.
But step by step, he was forced to give more and more ground to Alpha’s brutal attacks. He was weakened. He was tired. The thorns piercing his hand were burning like hot metal.. and yet, Alpha always seemed to be faster, always seemed to be one step ahead, not giving him any chances to do anything but to parry, block, and parry again. “How does it feel to lose? How does it feel to know that you have failed? How does it feel to know that you will die?”, Alpha shouted, striking one more time, causing Julius to fall on his knees, desperately trying to block his father’s sword. “This is over! This is all over!”
All hope was lost.
Everything was lost.
But then.. a ray of light appeared. And another one, and another one, banishing the dark fog, that was slowly pushed away by whatever the light was. The Fog was after all, made of small nanomachines..and there was something to keep them back. Something taking control over them, sending a different signal. Way back, in the last lines, were the wounded were dying, where the commanders were making one last effort to mobilize their men.. a women came out from the gigantic gates that led to the Dome. A woman, holding a small crystal like stone, a white one, glowing a white light. The Light.Or at least a part of it. Banishing the Fog, giving hope.. for it was known that the frequency that the Light used to emit affected the human mind. And in this case, it gave hope… it gave hope to a lost battle.
Theodore slowly stood up, his left arm being in pain, bleeding. He had lost his rifle, and chaos was unfolding around him. But now with the fog dissipating, he looked around, and noticed the remains of the first defensive line somewhere there.. and the Hegemon.. Julius, was fighting in front of it. They had to help him. They had to show these Abyssals just what the Colonies could do. Taking his pistol from its holster, and taking up the flag from the ground, Theodore stood up, and started to run towards the Abyssal lines, screaming.
Behind him, the retreating Colonial troops stopped one by one, looking at him. And as the reinforcements from the back line arrived, one of the officers shouted “Protect the flag! Protect the flag!” Another officer fired a red flare into the air, the symbol for an attack. And the discipline kicked in. But more than that, the pride. Their pride, as Colonials. That flag was their flag. That flag represented the Colonies, their ideals, their dreams. Their future. They weren’t going to let it fall to the Abyssals. They weren’t going to let their officer die. They weren’t going to let their Hegemon die. And as one of them screamed “Vorwärts!”, the Colonials charged, screaming Hurra! Hurra! from the top of their lungs, or their closest equivalents in the case of the aliens. With the fog gone, the artillery was finally able to fire again, and the Wurfrahmen were put into place, raining rockets of death and fire on the enemies in continuous salvoes, with the heavy howitzers crushing the Invader defensive lines. Turning in their mechanized robot forms, the Panzerjägers stood up, and advanced, supporting the assault. The tide was turning.
Running with the flag in his hands, Theodore was shot again, and he fell to his knees. An Abyssal rushed towards him, but a flaming sword put an end to its misery, as a Colonial wearing a black armor suit helped Theodore back up. Theodore nodded, and stood back up, as they joined the assault. Waving in the radioactive wind of Terra Nova, stained with blood and filled with bullet holes, the Colonial flag led the assault. And with his last effort, Thedore placed it on top of the fortification of what had once been the first defensive line. And the Colonial soldiers charged to protect their flag and their honor. Rivers of blood flew, and the dead flesh of the Abyssals littered the ground. But the momentum was theirs.
And as the light broke the fog, Alpha hesitated. And the Hegemon did not miss the chance. With all the remaining breath he still had, the purple eyed boy pushed with all his force, causing the Invader to lose his balance. Standing up, the Hegemon slashed his sword, cutting off the Abyssal’s right hand, before he used the black blade to pierce its chest, right through its heart.
“I never thought.. that you would be able to do it.”, Alpha whispered in the chaos and fire and blood all around them. The thunder or artillery, the sound of death and bullets, the Abyssals pushed back, the Colonials charging in, together with their allies. “I didn’t think so either.. father.”, the purple eyed boy answered weakly. It was clear that he was on the verge of tears. “I’m… I’m sorry… I.. promised you.. and yet… I failed… I failed to protect mother..I failed to protect my sisters.. I failed to protect the Colonies… I..” The Invader sighed. “You didn’t fail. There was nothing you could have done for them. Such was fate. But you did your best.. and you managed to save the Colonies you have sworn to protect. And for that...I’m proud of you.” The Hegemon started to cry, no longer trying to keep back his tears. He was the leader of one of the strongest states in the known universe.. but even so, he was also just a hurt boy, who had lost his entire family. “You don’t have to cry.. I’m not your father after all. I died.. long ago.. and I should have stayed dead. I will rest now….me and mother will be waiting for you. Be brave, Julius..”
And with that, Alpha, which had once been Raphael Kingsley, the Hegemon of the Federated Colonies.. finally found his peace. The Hegemon fell on his knees. He was alone now.. truly alone.
With the fog out of the way, the white energy shot by Heaven’s Fall resurged. In space, the two circle like forms started to rotate, one clockwise, and one counter clockwise, faster, faster, and faster, until they formed a small crack in between them. A crack, in space time itself. Which soon turned into a hole, a black hole, dragging all around it.
But the Kriegsflotte was ready, just like their allies.
The deck of the ship shook once again, as the Hegemon von Scheerling was leading the main attack, together with its sister ship, Hegemon von Vylkov. The Prinz Eugen charged in from the flank, leading the third force. For one more time, the battlecarriers charged forward like in the old days before the Intergalactic Wars. Armored formations, firing their main batteries again, and again, and again, raining death and doom over the Abyssal bases. And one by one, they pushed them in, back into the black hole. The Empress Class tried to fight back.. but its huge mass was too heavy to resist. Its huge mass was turned into a long noodle like form by the crushing gravitation of the black hole.. and with a huge explosion, the largest ship of the Invaders disappeared from history. The black hole became unstable, and as the energy of the machine was too low to keep it going.. it crashed under its own force, imploding and then exploding. The force of the explosion threw the ships all around in disarray, but the shields put up in place by the Colonials cushioned the damage.
The battle was.. over. Finally.. the Invaders were no more.
Or were they?...
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Post by Deleted on Dec 23, 2016 18:32:17 GMT
Epilogue
A purple eyed boy was sitting in his chair, inside his cabin, crying. But no longer was it because of himself.. but because of what he was seeing on the holographic screen in front of him. Xalion. People.. dying.. screaming.. praying.. burning.. people being slaughtered without remorse.. the necromorphs running wild.. the shouts and screams of so many condemned souls.. his people.. the people he was supposed to protect.. his friends.. his soldiers.. his citizens.. the Colonies.. this reminded him so much of that terrifying night.. when the Keltakens attacked.. when the nightmare began.. when the darkness spread.. when his mother and sisters had been cruelly killed. But why.. why was this happening.. how was this happening.. so many billions of beings.. humans.. aliens... all of them dying, dying, dying..
The Hegemon flinched as the door to his cabin was opened, and a young girl, with silver hair, and blind, silver eyes entered the room, with a cane in her right hand. "Cardinal?", the boy asked, between sobs.. "What is.. what is this? We have to stop this.. we have to jump back to Xalion.. we have to stop them.. by all costs..
But the silver haired girl remained quiet, as she walked forward, leaving the door opened, and taking her place behind the chair of the Hegemon. The black haired boy tried to look at her, confused, but someone else entered the room.. or more exactly, was pushed into the room. As a white haired and pink eyed Invader girl, was pushed into the room by an Axiom Knight, who was holding a pistol pointed at her heart, from the back. Behind them, the blood of the two guards that had been at the door was visible on the white floor. The Hegemon stood up, shocked. "I'm sorry.. brother.. I tried to.. I tried to fight back..", Sigma said in a low voice, with a sad smile on her face. The Hegemon tried to unsheathe his sword. But he never managed.. as he suddenly felt a breathtaking pain in his chest.. as the silver blade of a sword pierced his chest from the back.
"I'm sorry, Julius. But you.. outlived your usefulness.", Cardinal said, coldly, pushing the boy, who fell on his knees, blood flowing out of the gaping hole in his chest. "And now. die, knowing that the Colonies will die with you." The purple eyed boy looked at his sister, purple meeting pink, for one last time.. as the boy tried to say something between the blood rushing to his throat, coughing. "I'm.. so.." But he never finished his words, as he fell on his back, in a pool of his own blood. Sigma remained quiet for a moment, before she screamed, rushing forward, and kneeling next to her brother, in his own blood, hugging him, trying to stop the bleeding.. "No brother.. no.. you can't die.. not now.. no.. please.. please..", and Sigma, the pink eyed Invader, who had killed so many millions of people.. no longer smiled, all her arrogance gone, as she broke into tears, just like.. a little girl, whose brother was dying. "Don't leave me alone.. please.. not now.. when we finally met again.. please.. brother.. please.."
But Julius was no longer hearing her cries. It was dark.. and he was so tired.. and so weak.. all his eyes could see.. was the flag on the wall.. a wonderful.. blue.. red flag.. with the stars.. and the laurels... Coughing blood, the purple eyed boy tried to smile for one last time, as he tried to recall all those who died because of him.. and because of his failures... and because of what he could have done. The Empress was gone... Zlasa was dead. Xalion was dead... and it seemed that.. he was dead too. And one last time, the boy tried to reach and touch the flag with his hand.. like he had done, way back, when he was little. But that never happened. Julius closed his eyes... and fell back on the hard, metallic floor, in the pool of blood.
The Hegemon was dead.
And on a dying planet, millions of light years away, a white coated knight, fired his gun at a woman without remorse. Stepping on her blood, the knight took out his sword, and made a step towards a pole, with a blue-red flag that was waving slowly on top of it.. and cut it down. The flag fell slowly.. into the blood.... turning into red.
The Colonies.. were dead.
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