NationStates Jolt Archive

On the outskirts of Elarian Imperial Space an alien world sits.

A massive black , silver and blue vessel puts itself in orbit above the planet. It has Imperial Markings on it , its name , Fenrir. On the bridge a massive man stands , at least 7'5 , his long golden blonde hair and ice blue eyes gleam from the sun in this system. It is Prince Sven of Elara , Overlord of the Fenrir.


"M'lord we are in orbit , scanning as requested."

Sven turns to the bridge Officer.

"What are their numbers?"

"A massive community , their military section is apart from the main cities , I can scan if you so desire."

"I desire , what is their military strength?"

"One Million strong sir , their weaponry is carbine , inferior to our own , but if we bombard the.."

"What is the honor in that , we will face them head on!" "No bombardments!"

"Yes Overlord , but we only have 500 Warriors and your father..."

"Are you questioning me?" "My father forbid that I come here , but they have defied him , I will not wait for reinforcements as my father wants." "Think of the glory , the honor that awaits us..... 500 against 1 Million." "I do this for my Father and for the Empire , we will show them what happens if you defy the Empire." "Scan the planet , is there a fortification we can fight from?"

"Yes m'lord not far from their cities , its ancient though."

"Good good , transport myself and the Warriors down to it." "We'll make a lightshow and invite them to come play."

"Yes m'lord!"

Soon after Sven and his 500 Elarian Warriors reach the planet surface and begin preparing the ancient building for their defense. They send off flares that could be seen from the enemy cities....it wont be long now.

Elarian Warriors sit behind their fortifications in an eerie silence.

Suddenly the sounds of hundreds of thousands of enemy soldiers are heard , Sven and his 500 Elarian Warriors open fire with incredible accuracy and precision. The enemy with their weaponry still not in killing range continue to press forward as lines fall. It has begun.

OOC:Ooo...cool..

OOC: The defenders could win.

As the continuous fire from the Elarian Plasma Rifles continues secondary lines stand up releasing a barrage of Plasma Rockets that fly passed the first line of Elarian Warriors and into the enemy forces.


Enemy lines break up and scatter some try to run only to be cut down by the Elarians. They continue to march , they are almost in range.

The Enemy troops finally get into range , they have guns similiar to muskets a large disadvantage against the Elarian Plasma Rifles , but they do have the numbers.


Several Elarian Warriors drop from the first musket fire.

As the Enemy reloads their slow reloading time costs them heavy casualties as more and more lines fall.

Suddenly enemy troops pull up 10 Cannons and begin to load them with cannon balls.


Sven turns to a line of his men and yells...


"Take out the artillery now!"

The men give yells of "Yes Overlord!" and similiar as they turn to fire on the Cannons.

9 of the 10 Cannons are destroyed before they could fire , one fires and blows down a wall holding 20 Elarian Warriors , 5 are killed in the fall , several are injured but they use the rubble as a small wall and take out the 10th Cannon.

The battle has now raged for over two weeks , the Elarian Warriors with Sven leading them look over the battlefield , over a million enemy forces destroyed. A truely magnificent victory. Sven takes his warriors and marches into the enemies main city victorious and more men are sent down from the ship in orbit as reinforcements and to take the smaller cities. With no resistance left Sven takes the planet and gains godlike glory and honor from his victory.

A few weeks after the people of this world get used to Elarian rule and Imperial Military Bases are set up around the planet. Sven has since left the planet and returned home.

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