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Fire blazed around the bushes, the canyons crushed into the icy nova as the lichens squirmed in the frosting cold, the flames still licking amongst the windy breeze of icy air. The troops only pulled back, as the capital ships laid above, crackling in fearsome proportions. Troops laid waste, soldiers barren in their fields of blood, as the final stages of the ships launched the fleeting bombardment from space. Against their foes, the ships rattle about, the explosions shocking the glaciers as the ice began to shift, melting and freezing everything as it touched. It had been a grievous set of attacks and a long, bloody war, yet it was not to be so. The Rastragoths had crushed the last of the infantry force that Totalius had buried up, the final of his legions in his offensive army. It would take a few years to regain the sheer size and power of his armies, let alone the power and projection he needed to take the three adjacent systems simultaneously. But he had a weapon that he knew would help him; for a while now, he had been developing short jumps in reverse hyperspace travel. Should you able to travel in large distances in time, using hyperspace, then a negative distance is placed, and that would allow a reverse in time for him. But he was unsure. All of his forces have been unable to return, and unable to be sent back, for they have been unable to reply. It was time for drastic action.

Every action in the past had a consequence in the future. He had to prove time would be on his side, not theirs. Sending legions back, he saw as his soldiers brutally slaughter the Rastragothian empire of Kala from the past, yet still, he knew that he needed more. He had to wait, but now, as he was ready, the gulf of space was the only thing standing in his way from total dominance of the Kala Systems. The Rich worlds of the Rastragoths would be his, and he would win presumptuously. As the dark void of space opened up it’s greedy mouth, it began to swallow up the massive legions of Totalius armies, as they yelled in a shrieking, cruel laughter with the power of their fleet launched into the warp. Amidst the blue wavy tunnels of light and the strong hypnotic urge, Totalius still sat atop his throne, situated aboard the looming capital ship, the newly dubbed RawkZrash, his greatest and his most powerful. Leaving his defending militaries to crush the last of the forces in his empire of shadows.

The future is the past now, and the past is the objective.

Modern Day Jenrak
People bustled in the streets, readying for their shopping, as the windy air became a nasty frost for the people of Jenrak, the desert-folk whom never saw this harsh and unknown climate before. Massive outbreaks of colds occurred, and people were sent into hospitals filling up the area. As the frosty night still lingered on, Ashili Evergone only sat in her castle, her breath a cold stagnant glitter from the flames nearby in her massive stone fireplace, it’s intricate designs seemingly dancing as the light bounced off it’s surface.

“What’s going on with this weather?” She asked herself, freezing as she put on a large fur coat, still shivering as the night-time glimmered with the frequent glances of the sun. A large, ominous cloud tilted over Jenrak, and surprisingly, it did not wade nor move, from the casting of the wind, the billowing of it’s newfound frost upon the luscious islands of the Arguns, the flowers dying as they whimpered in pain at the frosty bites of the cold harsh snow, the ash-like weather billowing down in piles.

IPJ News
“Recently today, an odd weather phenomena was reported. It is actually snowing, for the first time in Jenrak, and in the first time in this region in over 7,000 years. Weather reporters and meteorologists from all over the nation and all over the world are trying to figure out the cause of this odd phenomena, and hopefully, they will find an answer.”

“In other news today, a Jenrakian satellite, the Teirros X301, one of the largest in the region, was found plummeting mysteriously, it’s remains picked up from the Sea and a series odd blasts against it’s surface showed the damage to be deliberate and accurate. What could have done is still being investigated.”

The RawkZrash
Aboard his throne, he had arrived into the final lands of what he believed as the lands of the first and foremost Rastragoth colony, Zekkros. From his throne, he only wondered on what was going on. Why are they not replying? Why are they not responding? He wondered, and thought it would be a pocketing attack. He would wait only a little while longer, his fleet floating above the tiny continent of the Zekkros capital, and he would block out their star. He would freeze them to death.

It was still ever so cold, so freezing and frosty as icicles formed upon the stone structures, the castles chiselling away under the massive glaciers pummelling along their yards, the iron fences crackling as the instantaneous snaps of ice breaking apart their hardened thoughts of warmth. But still, ever persisting, the Jenrakian people still lingered on, led by the hope of another warm day. Yet, it was already a week, a week of nasty frostbites and seemingly unbearable cold, a week of no sunlight, a damage that had killed off the luscious and beautiful crossing forests of the Arguns, murdered off all the herbivores and frozen the Golden Seas to a dense trickle of ice. They tried to adapt, and they successful in the first week, their attacks gone to the cold successful. However, something else would happen.

From Totalius’ throne, he snapped his finger, and his fleet went to work. Immediately, his capital ships fired off a volley of casket like units, like swarms and swarms of forces as they dropped in pods down into the windy snow ridden desert below. In seconds, like a great meteor shower, they were deployed, as they stuck together in the gripping sand and locked into massive spider like units, creeping along in the hundreds as they scoured across the desert.

Kingdom of Fourhearts Airship Prospect
Civilain Commercial Freight Airship
Docked at the Capital of Jenrak

"BY THE SKY IT'S COLD!", exclaimed the ship's captain Artimus Windowl. The ship's crew had on thier flight jackets, which protected them somewhat, but they had packed for much warmer weather. They had packed for a desert climate. The Airship had been configured for traveling through sandstorms not snowstorms. The sudden shift in climate meant a whole other list of maintence checks before the Airship could be launched as per the Fourhearts Air Code.

"Ballard, how much more cargo is left and how are the boys doing on those checks?"

Ballard, the stocky XO of the Prospect, shook his head. "There's still about three hundered pounds of goods that have to be downloaded. The cold is slowing down the guys at the dock. Apparently this isn't normal weather for them."

"NORMAL?! NORMAL?! IT'S FRIGGIN SNOWING IN THE DESERT!"

"I know sir! I know, the checks are going as expected. I made sure my men are doing them BY THE BOOK. The Prospect will be ok to go rain, sleet, or snow."

"WELL HURRY IT UP! I WANT US AIRBORNE! Something ain't right Mr. Ballard. Something ain't right at all. I can feel it in my bones. This airsailor might be old, but Artimus knows when there's danger lurking"

Artimus had been an airsailor for nearly 45 years. His entire life spent on airships. Some of the crew thought he was crazy, and maybe he was.

But snow in the desert? If this was not an ill omen, then he didn't know what was.

A swift blast of air, as a slight malfunction crippled the communications in one of the casketed items, the swirling object smashing off course, it’s pieces flung across the sea, aimed towards the most unlikely of places…

Cannons rumbling, the sleek metal wires along the massive steel armour, as the pulsing weapons began to charge, seismic activity lobbed up in the most unnatural places in Jenrak. The sands were shaking and shivering, now quivering in the pummelling fury of the walking spider-like machines. As they crawled still upon the trails, their legs gracefully and yet still evilly moving about, searching for their prey. Immediately, an open city, the bustling metropolis of Rephalim, the Jewel of the Desert aboard it’s emerald glaze, lights glistening with a hypnotic fervour, the people in it’s walls still complacently walking around, preparing for their shopping, unaware of the terror about to consume them, the force of an unknown enemy.

Immediately, only a few miles away, as the creeping spider-like robotic units still walked on, readying themselves, a large pair of transport trucks smashed into their legs, the shield blasting into pieces as the nearby electricity shortened out, the lights cut off and the flames from the explosion the only source of light that illuminated the scene on the outskirts of Rephalim, as the people wondered at the massive sonic boom that echoed through the city’s streets.

“What the hell was that?” They asked, looking around, getting inside and flipping on the news, wondering on what might be the cause. Nothing worked, all the channels were down, and nobody knew what; only a blank, blue leering screen with a nasty screech was their only response.

In a small bit, to investigate, a league of policemen hurried to the area, to see if any survivors could recant on what happened. But as they approached the scene, something so horrible they could not even live to tell was their reply. Massive spider-like mechanical monsters, with odd turrets on their backs and what seemed like chain guns on their legs, the size of entire warehouses, began to rip apart the highway, and the pair of unfortunate transport trucks as the fires still licked around the area, melting the snow as the climate began to warm, the sun finally showing their creepy metallic features. Wires wringing down it’s legs, pulsing lights amongst it’s abdomen, and a demonic, cruel cockpit only showed a silhouette of a standing figure, hooked up to grotesque wires, as they watched the policemen.

“What the hell is that?” The cop asked his partner, as the others wondered the same thing, to the loud droning noise of the whirring gears in the spiders.

“I don’t know, but it – “ yet before he could finish, a blast from a nearby gargantuan machine incinerated his body, the remains of his ashes scattered about as it cut through the car like a steaming knife through a warm latch of butter. The blood was splattered everywhere as the car’s remains slashed into the nearby cops, metal shrapnel stuck into their bodies, as they cried down in agony. Kneeling in pain, they could only so quickly cry out in fury on their communicators, before it too, like the cops before, went dead.

Without anybody left to kill, the spiders began to inch closer towards Rephalim, crushing the highway as it crept on.

Airship Prospect
12 miles from invading forces...

"Damn it!", exclaimed the captain. The lights had just gone out. The airport for all intensive purposes would be shut down due to saftey condidtions. Which meant more delays for an already agitated Captain Windowl.

"Sir, the radar is picking up something funny, I don't know what to make of it"

Artimus looked over at the screen. It reminded him of something he'd seen when he was just a kid in the Fleet: Metors. The screen only showed a bright flash as the object desended, but the sight of it made Artimus' blood run cold as ice. Those must be some fairly big rocks. It didn't make much sense though. Something that big was sure to have been forecasted. Fourheart's Fleet Ops would have warned him. Something wasn't right.

The phone rang, intrupting his thoughts. Artimus picked it up, "BRIDGE"

"BRIDGE, OBSERVATION DECK. LARGE EXPLOSIONS BEARING 7-0-0. ESTIMATED RANGE 10 MILES"

Artimus cursed. Cruise missiles! It was time to go, and fast!

"PILOT! LAUNCH AIRSHIP!"

"BUT SIR!", the pilot protested, "We havn't gotten clearence"

"CLEARANCE BE DAMNED! THIS PLACE IS UNDER ATTACK! NOW MOVE"

And so the Prospect began it's doomed escape.

Across the gulf of sand, at the desert, the aircraft dipped down into the Jenrakian space like a shower of tiny meteors, but they folded out into pieces as they swung about the air, blasting and firing at any moving object, civilian or military, and a large squadron had it’s eyes ready for the Prospect, it’s weapons ready and it’s forces maintained and prepared to fire upon the ship, guns ready.

Immediately, from across the screening raids, a massive blast of red eyes lunged into the smashing shields, breaking the electric force field, but it rendered the firing objects void of electricity, as the soldiers walked out and fired at the enemy ships, the fighters, but nothing happened, no damage was taken. It was as if the ships were made of an alloy, a metal much more powerful than what they had fought against. It looked like it was nothing short of nuclear, and they would know that it would be their doom to resort to that.

Bullets sleeted towards the enemy fighters, as the soldiers yelled frantically as the rockets blazed in the sandy skies at the advancing fighters, the snow slowing the infantry down as they were not accustomed to the drippy winter weather. Still, despite their efforts, the firing of the lasers illuminated the scene, slaughtering the soldiers as they tried to frantically evade enemy fire, and the fighters were only a few kilometres away from the Prospect.

In Haasdra, Illuminaatrix only went underground in the frantic attacks, as the capital ships bombarded the Necromarnen into submission, the giant lumbering tentacles of the metal warships, the capital ships letting loose a direct volley as the spider-like beings still crawled aboard the sands, setting fire and incinerating everything in sight.

Artimus had lived a long life. The old man was not crazy. The old man did not have a "sixth sense." The man had merely seen a lot of things, and the combined sum of his experiances gave him uncommon foresight.

Nothing however, could prepare him for the chaos that was unfolding. The images flashed upon his command screen. A sense of dread befell the doomed crew.

"COMMO! SEND ALL VIDEO AND AUDIO FEEDS TO THE FOURHEARTS EMERGENCY CHANNEL! ACTIVATE DISTRESS BEACON!"

The radar showed the fighters getting closer. The....things...on the ground were causing devastation no matter how hard the ground forces were fighting back.

Artimus took a deep breath and uttered the one command he had prayed he would never have to utter.

"ALL HANDS ABANDON SHIP! REPEAT ABANDON SHIP!"

Ballard looked at him with shock. "SIR!?"

"YOU WILL ABANDON SHIP ASAP MR. BALLARD! WE'RE A SITTING DUCK! IF THOSE FIGHTERS DON'T TEAR US TO BITS THOSE SPIDYS WILL! YOU WILL GET OFF MY SHIP AND YOU WILL DO IT POST HASTE!"

Ballard looked at Artimus, understanding coming swiftly. "It's been an honor sir"

"GET OFF MY SHIP!" Artimus yelled as he shoved Ballard off the bridge and locking the door.


The crew raced to the various lifeballons and launched them as soon as they were full. They had the capacity to hold all 12 of the crew, although only 11 would leave the ship.


Artimus set the commo station to repeat the message to the fighters, although he knew it was futile. "ATTENTION HOSTILE CRAFT! THIS IS THE PROSPECT. WE ARE AN UNARMED CRAFT FROM A NEUTRAL NATION. BREAK OFF YOUR ATTACK. REPEAT BREAK OFF YOUR ATTACK"

Artimus tapped his screen a few times, and began his final speech.

"Attention Fourhearts Fleet Command. My name is Captain Artimus Windowl of the Prospect. The nation of Jenrak has been attacked by an unknown force using highly advanced weapons as this video shows."

Below the spider like creatures were wreaking havoc upon the defenders. Police cars were tossed about like ragdolls. Bodies everywhere.

"I do not have much time. I shall try to describe the sence as best I can. The invaders came in what I think were cruise missiles, but I am unsure of how. The defenders can't seem to shoot it. Nothing seems to work...wait"

The screen was focusing on one paticular spider as it aimed it's laser upwards. The screen zoomed out to show the white ballons..

"No....no...."

The spider spit it's firey breath at the lifeballons, engulfing them in flames.

"MURDER!" Artimus cried "MUUUUURDER! BALLARD! SMITTY! LOCKHORN!"

The fighters were closing in now. The final transmission showed the crazed captain in tears over the loss of his crew. It did not apppear as the fighters began thier attack that he was cognizant of his impending doom. The captain kept screaming until the transmission blacked out. The transmission, though halted, still seemed to scream out.

muuuuurder! muuuuurder! MURDER!

Rephalim
Chaos was everywhere, smashed aboard into parts, people lying dead in their berths as children laid in pieces across the blood marked streets and the crying of their pains echoed still in a ghostly fashion, the wringing of pain their only monument, their only remembrance. As the children ran about, the people scooping up their kids, trying to escape, the spider like beasts roamed about the streets, smashing their large bodies into office buildings, crushing structures with ease. Long writhing tentacles of steel would lash out, and scoop them up, throwing them around in mockery, cutting the people into tiny pieces.

The screams of children amongst the dark desolate alleyways and the quiet city only was the last piece, the remaining portion of the once great city, reduced to ruins. Soldiers from the military formed a defensive perimeter around the city’s outskirts, as Artillery pummelled against the city, Jet fighters and swift aircraft lunged at the their foes, the lasers from the spider-like monsters crushing all resistance, the tanks stepped on like paper, soldiers burned in the fury of the lasers as it throbbed and ebbed with a glazing power that surged throughout the graceful destruction.

Soldiers still fought on, missiles ringing through the foggy sky, and the only snow left from the cold climate now melting off with the blood, the creeks running red with sorrow.

Haasdra
Sadist legions marched up the river of the Kadube, their anti-tank shell prepared to assail the marauding spiders, as it crawled around in groups, smashing into the gates and murdering the people. Rephalim had been cut from transmission, Erges under unknown attack, and the darkest parts of Jenrak were never heard. People missing, bodies so charred and damaged they could not be identified, it was a dark battle they were fighting, and even with their technology, their beliefs and their will, they could not defeat the spiders as they roamed still, electrocuting, burning, and destroying all life in their way, the fires fogging up their masks as the soldiers launched a barrage of missiles.

In a swift salvo, the first spider, the nearest to them, it’s shields were cut down, and the last missile only slightly scratched it’s hardened carapace, the soldiers reloading for another attack, but a cloaked fighter emerged and ripped their positions to pieces. Reorganizing, they yelled in tandem as the bullets sleeted through the air, the red fog obstructing their vision.

“Keep your position!” They yelled, but the enemy kept coming.

Ransom Message to all Nations
From the Dark Children of Jenrak
We require the utmost military assistance! We are under siege by unknown forces, with unbelievably potent technology, and we wish that perhaps any forces sent to our nation is to stop these foes, as we wish to survive, but had become a difficult challenge. Time is running out, please. Any allies, please help us!

With that, the message was sent, before the communications went black.

"General Rundell... there are some strange things on our surveillance link to Jenrak. Almost like in the movies. Check it out."

The General ran over to the radar screen. The LA Ice Military Corp had been packing to deliver aid to the country of Jenrak, which had been suffering very irregular weather. But when he saw what was going on, it was very strange.

"By God! Those dots are HUGE! No tanks, nor aircraft are as big as those! My word... what ARE those things!?" cried the general.

"Bringing up video feed now," said John Scavenger, the general's assistant.

The General could not believe what he saw. The first thing that momentarily struck him was how strange Jenrak look with icicles and snow. But then, he saw the spiders.

Dozens and dozens of huge, robotic, laser-eyed spiders scuttled across the ground, tossing up cars, bodies everywhere.

"WHAT? These people certainly need more than aid! Men, send over a Frozen Destroyer as soon as you can... no, ten of them, with Hellfires on each! We need to see what's happening. Launch them now!"

"But sir, we haven't got enough fuel for ten, and we've got preorders-"

"SHUT UP! We NEED them there, as does Jenrak!"

The men marched off into the hangar.

The General then remembered the Combatech prototype. Was it stable yet? Could it be trusted? It hadn't even gone into mass production yet, hell, it was only a concept. But Rundell knew that it would be the key to helping Jenrak.

"And you four... it's time."

OOC: Please rate my RPing. PMing me is better, but you can do it in an OOC (as long as you do an IC along with it).

Blasting through the blockade of stone and sandbags effortlessly, the spiders still walked on through to Erges, the flames erupting madly about the city streets, a swath of destruction cut through. Soldiers prepared their forces, preparing the massive Zazakus cannon, a giant flak-like beast, saved only for cracking the hardest defences, to reach the soft parts within. As it prepared, the soldiers launched for the first volley, and the spider-drones toppled back, crushing into the adjacent building as the flickering shields died off.

In a tumultuous roar, they yelled out their cry of victory, of everlasting power, and they cheered, but it was all in a futile stance, as the laser slashed the cannon cleanly into half, the gunpowder bursting into fragments, setting the soldiers on fire, as the Spider like object lifted itself form it’s ruins and still walked on, seeming to be unharmed at all.

As he saw the cannon explode, General Rundell knew there was no time.

"Hurry up men!" he yelled to the pilots.

The Frozen Destroyers had been carefully flown over the Pacific Ocean from the base camp in Icecold, and were now hovering over the desert. General Rundell had been watching their afixed cameras carefully.

"You five," the General pointed to a group of pilots who were flying directly over a spider, "drop all of your missiles All 10 of them. And you," he pointed to the other five, "drop down low and go, go, go."

OOC: The Frozen Destroyer is a UAV (unmanned air vehicle). It's controlled from a base camp via satellite. So this isn't godmoding. :)
Also, the prototype will be coming soon.

OOC: LA Ice, I’ve added you on MSN.

The spider drones peered around, in a frantic notion, as more turrets began to pop up of it’s abdomen, the fiery debris flung around as the magnetic panels created a deadly metal shield around it, spinning carefully.

“What the hell is that?” The soldiers asked, or what was left of the occupying force in Erges, as they yelled out in frantic cries, bringing their attacks up to speed, firing against the enemy, as the Spider drones began to walk around in frantic movements, erratically, ramming into multiple objects, as allied forces were prepared to bomb it.

The General's face went redder and redder, as he watched each of the screens go blank, one by one.

"WHAT?!? Don't fly like that! You don't fly like that one you're trying to stop anything, let alone futuristic robots!"

But although the General was blaming his men, he knew that it was something very different. These robots were from the future.

Some soldiers walked into the room and told the General "Sir... we've got it ready."

"Good. Let me have a look."

The General walked into the huge shed, and saw just what he wanted.

"The Laserech X..." he mouthed in awe.

This Jetsons-esque chrome tank had 3 guns mounted on a single turret, with intensified infrared light coming out of each. The heat from each was able to melt steel within seconds. Would it be able to defeat the spider drones? Maybe.

"Send it with our biggest cargo craft."

"Yes, sir."

And with that, the General thought that he might be able to help Jenrak regain control.

The Necromarnen Front
“Keep the line pressing!” Authaulus replied, amongst Rashkta, as she pressed on her legions, the Sadists rushing up the hill to throw their grenades against the pummelling spiders below, the castle of Haasdra, the Necromarnen, the Mausoleum of the Kings, crushed under the helm of the metal whirring gears, the abominations colliding in victory against the hapless defenders, machine gun still roaring amidst the metal shards and the bloodied remains, tears falling adrift. They yelled in a bleak fury, as Rashkta yelled to her forces in a passionate rage. “We need to protect the home of our forefathers, and our great gods! They gave us this land, and now you bastards are going to leave it behind to crumble?” She yelled, spitting on the ground in disgust, her sword pointing at them in turn, as they snapped back at her angrily, their primal rage shown through their intricate armour and their lumbering weapons.

“We cannot fight them as we are, but we could keep the line pressed against the enemy until all of the civilians are out of the area. We have to keep them away from our fathers, our brothers, sisters and our mothers. We have to keep away, and now you men are going to leave them?” She asked, walking to every single one, looking at them with a furnished contempt and a determined hatred bred throughout her spine. “I can’t believe you; you swore an oath to defend this country with your life, to stay forever on guard in case of an invasion, and now, the greatest invasion of them all is now against you. The greatest enemy the world has ever seen is now facing us, decided to take us, and now we have the chance to show the world that we will not turn over and burn while our children and our parents are engulfed in fires of hatred.” She only laughed slightly, which was more of a chuckle than a laugh, a slight leering evil and a doubtful tone in her voice.

“A convicting reply, Rashkta, but we cannot press on any further.” Authaulus sadly said, in his blue-tinted armour, as it shone in the light, his rifle at his side, his sword dangling in it’s silver sheath, his helm cupped in his right arm. “We cannot press forwards against an enemy that is already pushing it’s way forwards. It would be fool hardy to deploy any legions forwards when there’s no point and it would only deter the numbers and our resources.” Authaulus reasoned, but Rashkta’s convictions would not be broken. “We have to retreat the mountains of Scesost. There is no other safer place to go, and we have to go there. Illuminaatrix found refuge in Scesost in Jeviz’Kraa, and now we can find refuge in it as well. We have to find the weakness first, before we can break through.” He reasoned, sighing.

“Do you not understand? If we leave this city, then not only is Jenrak surrendering, according to the Naixus Creed, but also we are being pushed out of the river, where this terrain controls all of Jenrak. Whomever controls the River controls the nation, the sea, and the continent of Ascherach. We can’t let this slip through our fingers, Authaulus. No matter what happens, we have to push forwards.” She said, angrily, as the nearby explosion from another laser attack caused a dangerous sonic boom that shook them down, and they tried to carefully get back up, breathing carefully, as Rashkta shook her head. “We have seen too much death, too much pain and suffering, but still we have to keep on going, Authaulus. There’s nothing that can stop this machine unless we make a stand.” She said, lifting her blade. “We have to charge the line, and keep the men preoccupied. We have heard Erges already was close to felling one of the spiders, so hopefully they will have the answer to taking down these monstrosities.” She said, preparing her sword into the glint of the sunlight, the soldiers nodding and replying, standing up with her, as Authaulus caved in.

“Fine, but do not blame me for our loss.” He said, nodding to his Temsplaces, as they arose and began their stand, the last brigades and the final defend for Haasdra. In a swift fury, they rushed down the sandy hills, the dirt soft and muddy from the blood, the spider like drones detecting the life forms flooding from the hills as the lasers burst to life and began to cut through masses of infantry. The soldiers slowed down and deployed their weapons, firing in large bursts against the spider’s eye, against the cockpit, missiles smashing into the enemy’s hull, the shields gone and the armour almost cracked, but a pair of spider machines came forwards to aid the falling drone against the soldiers, the lasers firing madly as they tried to vainly dodge and escape enemy fire. They tried to evade it, but to no avail. The lasers kept firing, the blood kept slashing through their warm, soft heartened bodies and the steel coldness of the attackers were simply too much for them to handle.

The RawkZrash
Totalius only wondered how the campaign was going as the report claimed to be a quick success, none of his base units damaged thus far, not a single lick of his light military defeated. It was unbelievably simple, and it made him nervous. Perhaps they were leading him to a false sense of security? Perhaps they were plotting against him in secret? Whatever the cause, he would have to have his hand reach down in the fist, instead of a finger that could be cut easily off his hand that was his military. Standing up, he walked over to a nearby slave, as the being tried to frantically insert the correct variables to allow the ship to run smoothly, the blackened halls still echoing of screaming pain as the soldiers crept along it’s silent walls, in it’s silent halls. “What is the situation?” Totalius rasped, his airy voice and his dark demeanour frightening the man as he tried toe work ever harder in his presence.

“I repeat,” his voice raised, in an annoyance of anger, “what is the situation?” He asked his slave.

“Nothing different, my Lord. No fallen units, and the only casualties were the unmanned fighters. The soldiers killed yet.” He said in a windfall, hoping to avoid the Dark Lord’s wrath, his hands sweating in fear. “It’s…it’s well.” He said, gulping in fear.

“I want this to be a complete destruction. This continent will become my outpost on this planet, to allow my reach and extend it. Has the drones been defeated at any battles? Have they fallen against an enemy?” He asked, his hand dangling on his lightsaber, his voice eerily calm. He was planning something, and the slave didn’t want to feel it’s consequences.

“N-no, Lord. None have fallen.” He said, his face glossy with sweat in the cold space, the hands shaking in fear and the man whimpering, as Totalius knelt down close to him, his broken mask only so close to the slave, his empty bleak void of a face the only thing that was seen, the icy breeze of a dark winter night the only he felt, the hairs standing up on his back, a pulse of fear tngling his spine. “Please don’t hurt me.” He said, crying, his hands shaking.

“I’m not going to hurt you.” He said. “Deploy the Generals. I want my own Generals down there.” He replied, as the man whimpered and nodded. The slave only punched in a few frantic buttons, and stopped, as a large squelching sound at the end of the flagship was heard, as it still floated complacently above the planet, six pods falling down towards the earth like a great glistening missile from the heavens. “Now your reward.” He said, standing up.

As soldiers walked over to the slave, he had a look of uncertainty, a look of fright. “Send him to the chambers.” Totalius replied, amidst the cries of sorrow and fright emanating from the stranger.

All that was heard in the quiet halls of the RawkZrash, were the screams.

"Sir, the recon reports are in."

"Summarize it for me, Private."

"There is additional information on the enemy, much more than we had originally. Our troops are ready and eager to deploy."

The general stamped a seal of approval on the battle plans.

"Then let's roll."

Even though the tank was rated at 800 Gs of force, the control men were astounded when the tank crashed into the ground with only a few dings and dents. But now, it was serious.

"Get out of that seat," ordered the General. The soldier unwillingly got out of his control seat. This tank was no easy thing to control, especially when all there was to see out of was a small camera and a 51 centimeter TV.

The General plopped himself in the seat, and pushed the joystick forward on the makeshift control center, a converted arcade box from the nineties. The tank quickly accelerated, and was soon traveling at 30 kilometers an hour through the Jenrakian desert, over the carnage of the battle that happened only 2 hours ago.

"We're getting closer to the battle, sir. The on screen radar's pinging." John Scavenger alerted the General.

"I can see that, dimwit. It's wrecking time."

The operators saw a spider ahead. The General hit the fire button, and soon lasers were shooting out of the turrets and hitting the drone on its back. At first, it seemed as thought it didn't notice, but shortly after, the giant drone turned its head. It began to advance on them.

“Well, there goes half a trillion dollars,” lamented a soldier. But, only just visible on the screen, a chunk of metal fell from the spider's backside.

“My gosh!” said the General. “It must be the infrared heat of the laser that begins to melt the shell, and then the cool weather freezes it, separating it from the robot! It's a miracle!”

“Yeah, it is, sir, but you've got to keep watching.”

General Rundell held down the laser, and watched the first robot fall to pieces. He felt in control of the situation. And, of course, he felt that Jenrak might be able to give him a bit of their moolah as a tribute. But then, he heard something he didn't want to hear.

“Sir, the prototype battery was fitted for only 2 hours of moving, and half an hour of shooting. It's going to stop working soon.”

“But it's got solar panels! Of course it will keep working!”

“Yeah. But remember-there IS no sun in Jenrak at the moment.”

“Oh. Crap.”

The Parliment of Fourhearts
Emergency Session

King Drake IV, Fleet High Commander Prince Drake V, Commadant of the Marines Highwind, Chief Advisor to the King Evo, and the Fourhearts Parliment were gathered in emergency session watching the last transmission of the Prospect.

"MURDER! MUUUURDEEER!"

They watched, tears welling up in some of the minister's eyes, as the Prospect exploded. While military grade airships were much tougher, the enemy fighers had cut through the unarmed airship causing the gas bags to catch fire. The airship went down, crashing into the cold desert sands.

Silence filled the room.

The King stepped up to the podium, "MY BROTHERS AND SISTERS! LET US FIRST MOURN THE LOSS OF ONE OF OUR OWN"

"Next, let us look to set things right. Let us look to the skies as we once knew them. A peaceful sky.

I know what some of you are thinking. Why is this man talking peace when clearly such actions demand retribution?? The answer is simple my brethern. To acheive peace, we must crush this threat to humankind.

We may not know where these things came from, or why they have attacked. I do know this. The Kingdom of Fourhearts is not complacent. The Kingdom of Fourhearts will not stand idly by when the World needs us. The Kingdom of Fourhearts will seek Justice. The Kingdom of Fourhearts WILL FIGHT BACK!"

"I am hereby requesting that the Parliment of Fourhearts declare war on these invaders and that the Parliment deploys the Fleet. What say you?!"

The chambers roared with approval.

The masssive Airship Fleet would rise that night.

Prince Drake was not your normal prince. Not by a longshot. Sure, he was handsome, tall, rich, and might one day be King, but this prince was no spoiled brat.

At the age of 12, The King had placed Drake on The Queen's Cross where he served as cabin boy. Nobody except the captain knew of his royal heritage. He worked his way up the chain the hard way, and by doing so had earned the eternal respect of the men he now commanded.

During this time, Drake had performed many acts of heroism. He had fought the nations enemies by the gun, by the sword, and by showing excellent tatical skill when it came to ariel combat.

What set this royal apart from anything, was how down to earth he was. He grew up in the sky. He was an airsailor. He was one of them. At 25, he was the youngest Fleet Commander in the history of the nation.

The massive Fleet was split into three. Loaded with tanks, guns, Marines, and missiles, the Fleet was a force to be reckoned with. Each Airship Crew stood outside thier ships in formation as Commander Drake did a final inspection of the Fleet before boarding The Queen's Cross.


One by one, the ships took to the sky to avenge the death of one of thier own and to secure peace in the skies. They would arrive in two days.

The Queen's Cross
Flagship of the Fourheart's Fleet

Drake sat at the conferce table with some of the brightest minds in the fleet. They were pouring over the video of the attackers, trying to think of a tatic against them.

"Do you think a normal ground missile would do the trick?" asked Drake

"Doubt it Sir. They have some sort of sheilding" replied Cheif Hawkins. (Expertise: Engineering)

"Is it true that they came from space?" asked Captain Edge (Ship Commander of the Queen's Cross)

"They had to come from somewhere, Artimus Windowl thought they were cruise missiles at first"

The disscusion continued for a bit. It was decided that First Fleet would concentrate on bombing the enemy using normal weapondry, while the Second and Third Fleets would attempt to intridict any more that came out of the sky.

They would arrive in one day.

FROM: Fourhearts High Command
TO: Naval Group Gemini

ORDER 10105651

ESCORT THE AIRFLEET AND SECURE THE AIRSPACE FOR FIRESHIP BOMBING RUNS. BE ADVISED RESISTANCE IS HEAVY. DEPLOY CRIMSON, SAPPHIRE, AND EMRALD SQUDS AS SOON AS YOU ARE WITHIN RANGE

- FHC

Fourhearts Airship Fleet
20 miles off the coast of Jenrak

The Queen's Cross

"SIR! We are in range of Jenrak!" reported the Pilot.

Drake picked up his mike, "ALLSHIPS! ALLSHIPS! THIS IS SKY SIX! MOVE THE FLEET INTO ATTACK FORMATION! FIRESHIPS TO THE FRONT! VANGAURD GROUP: BEGIN YOUR ATTACK! GEMINI: LAUNCH FIGHTERS! LANDING FORCE: PREPARE FOR DROP IN 20 MIKES! SKY SIX OUT!"

On board the two Gemini Carriers, F22-Ns were launching. They were modified to launch and land on naval carriers. Their sole mission was to secure the airspace so the Fleet could operate. For the starting phase, 100 fighters would be launched to cover the Fleet during landing operations.

Crimson Six
CPT. JACK BLADE
F-22N Sqaudron

The Sea Raptor was roaring with anticipation. The cockpit purring with life as Jack Blade got the signal to launch his fighter. Pulling back on the throttle, he soared into the air.

Minutes later, Crimson sqaudron was in the air heading towards the battlefront.

"ATTENTION JENRAK FORCES! THIS IS CRIMSON SIX OF THE KINGDOM OF FOURHEARTS! WE ARE HERE TO ASSIST YOU! PLEASE RESPOND!"

Blade switched his transmission to the sqaud channel. "ALLRIGHT BOYS! WE'RE GONNA FLY LOW AND FAST! AFTER OUR SIX SQUADS ARE ENGAGED, THE LANDING FLEET WILL BEGIN OPERATIONS. WE'RE TO KEEP THE BOOGIES BUSY WHILE THEY LAND THE MARINES! CRIMSON SIX OUT!"

The Vanguard I
Fireship, Anti-Aircraft Variant

Meanwhile, the Vangaurd group was reading their attack. Once the Sea Raptors began engaging the enemy, the targets would be loaded into the Vangaurd's computers, and the airship would launch several dozen anti-aircraft missiles simutanously. The Sea Raptors wouldn't have to dogfight every single one of the advanced fighters, just to get close enough to get the targets....

"We have to get all allied forces into array. We need their firepower to focus on a clear offense, have the battles happen as far away from civilians as possible." One of the commanders replied, when he picked up the transmission

To all friendly forces
Meet up at Archios Naval Wall, more instructions will be on this later.

The Queen's Cross

"Commander! Transmission from Jenrak"

Drake took a look at the print out.

"Very well", picking up his mike "ALLSHIPS! ALLSHIPS! MAKE YOUR BEARING 2-1-0. LANDING POINT: ARCHIOS NAVAL WALL. MARINES: PREPARE TO LAND IN 10 MIKES. BEGIN COVER OPERATIONS! SKY SIX OUT!"

The tank managed to make its way to Archios Naval Wall without being destroyed. But its battery was running low. Only 10 minutes of moving was available.

TO: All Friendly Nations
From: LA Ice Military Corps
We need AC power to recharge one of our only hopes. The solar panels won't work, obviously. We are sending in a Lithium battery in the next 24 hours, but it won't be soon enough. Charge that tank up!

Drake was listening on the command net.

A battery huh?

"Sky Six to Keymaster, Over"

The Keymaster was the call sign to the Chief of Logistics. Anything that the Fleet was carrying, he could get a hold of it.

"Rodger Sky Six, This is Keymaster, Over"

"Do you have a lithium battery that could power a small tank?"

"A WHAT Sir?? grrrr... Wait One"

The Chief tapped out a few things on his computer. Well, the backup systems for the laser cannons used pretty large batteries. And if they really had to, they could charge up an exsisting battery.

"Sky Six this is Keymaster, I have three I could spare, but if they already have one the Keybearer could be used to charge it up Over"

"Rodger Keymaster. Stay online while I send traffic to Lima India India, Sky Six OUT"

Drake made a motion to commo who changed the frequency.

"LA ICE COMMAND, LA ICE COMMAND THIS IS SKY SIX. WE HAVE ONE BATTERY AND CAN CHARGE YOUR TANK AS NEEDED. PLEASE PROVIDE COORDINATES FOR ROUNDEVOUS. SKY SIX OVER"

LA Ice Command to Sky Six, repeat, LA Ice Command to Sky Six. We are at Archios Naval Wall. MEET US AT 1500 HOURS! repeat, We are at Archios Naval Wall, Meet at 1500 hours. Thankyou, LA Ice Command, Over and Out.

Above the naval wall, dozens of warplanes fill the sky as the Fleet begins to land. Vangaurd Group, twelve airships equppied with anti-air missiles, stands watch as the over a hundred airships begin to land.

As the Supplycraft hit the dirt, the sides of the aircraft open and Marines begin pouring out. Abrams, Challengers, Bradleys, and Machine Gunners begin massing, forming thier units.

1st Marines - Led by General George Knight
2nd Marines - Led by General Zach Link
3rd Marines - Led by General Hillary Wolf

They move quickly setting up thier formations and fortifications. Sonic booms fill the sky as the Sea Raptors continue to patrol and make sweeps of the area. As the Supplyships empty, they are sent back to Fourhearts to pick up more supplies. Even now, the first wave of resupply ships are on it's way.

The Full Military Might of Fourhearts was now in place.

One paticular airship, The Keybearer, landed near the LA Ice Prototype. With the help of LA Ice Operators over the radio, the engineers of Fourhearts were able to charge the tank back up in no time.

To Fourhearts: Thank you for your aid. We will drop a second tank minus battery at Archios Naval Wall, please have a battery ready. We have wired 100 thousand dollars to Fourhearts (2 x $40,000 battery plus 10,000 "tip").

The General spun around in his chair. "Okay, men. You know what to do. And get rid of the solar panels. They're just added weight."

"Sir, yes sir!" They marched into the storage shed.

Fox Company (F 1/2)
1st Battalion/2nd Fleet

While waiting on the orders to come down for an allied push, Fox Company was digging in. Shovels and picks were flying, preparing the Naval Wall for a possible attack. The sand made it slightly easier, but it was still back breaking work.

Men dressed in desert fatigues filled up sandbags and placed them in hasty positions. The 88-2 Modified Mechanics Vechile was helping to dig holes for the mechinized vechiles. The first few Abrams were just now driving into thier positions. Only the very large gun was showing as the men worked to conceal their positions.

The Big Fleet's forces were devided into three smaller fleets which were then broken down into three battalions and several companies. Fox Company was an Mech Company. A mix of Bradley Fighting Vechiles, Challenger II Tanks, a smaller mechanic team, and a couple of medics.

Captain Steel had just gotten new orders off the wire. He was giving his platoon sargents the word. This was going to be fun.

“Deploy all forces to the brink.” The commander replied to his soldiers, as they nodded and prepared for the deployment of ten, sleek and steady, swift and powerful fighters, to escort a group of trucks that were bringing over a fairly large mobile power supply from the northern colonies.

“We need to keep that place under check.” The commander added, as his eye caught to the attention of a small group of what seemed like meteors, in bright daylight, like a great gist of flame falling from the sky, its contents unbeknownst to them. “Keep a watch over that, and deploy a scouting party to check it out. If it’s hitting the wastelands, keep on it still.” He said to his soldiers, whom nodded once more, and went to their directed tasks.

From the tempered coffin, the steel casket as the steam simmered out from its hearth, the deciduous metals clattering away into melting pieces, the heat from the coffin-like object crackling, the air around it steaming quickly and the oxygen expanding, as creeping, tiny thundering sounds emerged around it, a nasty fog a result of it’s opening. Eerily, the metal began to fall apart, to cool down in the darkness of the desert upon the breaking clouds, a rotting, grisly hand emerging from the casket. Creepy squelching sounds throbbed and pulsed, as the metal began to form an automatic armour around the organic being, like an independent thinking sheet of steel. What was it? What did it post as a threat to an army as a whole? It’s organic fingers wrapped around a steamy metal armour, its dark noises foretelling a certain doom in an aura that shivered with a fright before its clasping breath. Eyes bloodshot red, glowing like tiny blinking lights in a darkening road, it only glittered carefully as a dangerous and seemingly twisting metal robe, built of tiny links of fibres and steel, covering the being.

“Nuarhak Keeriath.” It said, as a sword was in it’s right hand, it’s trek beginning as it cornered up the ground, and began to walk to Archios. At seven other locations, creepy, distinctly vivid and gruesome meteorites launched down from space onto the ground, alone and solid like the one before it, identical like other before it. It gave off a dark and menacing tone, and it developed a certain disquiet within most of the soldiers, as they looked onwards to the grappling forces plunging from the sky.

OCC: I am somewhat getting involved in other storylines, I'd like to play both threads. If it's ok with everyone, for the purposes of this thread, Fourhearts is not involved in any other conflicts

The Retribution
Fireship

The bridge was a flurry of activity.

"SIR!" shouted the sensor operator, "LARGE MECH TARGET LOCATED AT HEADING 12-2-9"

Captian Jack took a look at the screen, "WEPS: Lock onto target and fire 10 ground missiles"

The Retribution, in tandem with the twelve other Fireships, opened it's bomb bays. 120 ground attack missiles dropped into midair. As the missiles dropped altidude, the rockets fired toward the massive target.

In a dangerous reply, the sweeping spider drone turned it's massive head and switched it's turrets to form a grid-like shield of lasers, walking forwards to Archios, cutting everything it touched in it's way.

OOC: I'm assuming the casket hasn't landed yet, Jenrak, so correct me if I'm wrong...

IC:
Major Donovann stared up at the sky along with his company, who were currently doing some live fire excercises with new recruits, at a red streak in the early afternoon sky. It was somewhat overcast, and now the bottoms of the clouds were illuminated by the red glow cast by this UFO.
His men looked at each other with puzzled expressions, and one said, "It's headed towards Tarken. We'd better get ready- If that thing does some damage when it hits, you know who's going to check it out..."
Donovann agreed, and ordered the men to get ready. A few of the new guys were apprehensive, but most were sighing boredly. This had been a dull day, and now they were more than likely going to have to seal off the impacted area and stand around by it the rest of the afternoon...

OOC: Oh, and I might be going to Wal-mart in a bit...

The casket spun in a fast fury, throughout SkyCapt’s domains, seeming to do no damage to anything, merely looking for a veritable location for the deployment. While it was prepared for a desert, it could not seem to adapt, and had to deploy immediately to adjust it’s sensors, the large piece of flying metal landing on the outskirts of one of their major cities.

Donovann ordered five of his troops to secure the area around the crashed whatever-it-was. The remains of a house lay shattered around it, and the front, if it was the front, was sticking into the basement.
Steam rose from the obviously heated metal, and smoke rose out from under it where it had smashed into the oven, where apparently something was, or rather had been, heating up.
A truck lay shattered about ten feet away, with the top smashed in.
"It's, eh... Well, the area's secure, but I don't know what to say about this thing..."
Donovann told the men to stay where they were, and ran over. A few people had come out of their houses when it impacted, and now the arrival of troops sparked even more interest. Great, he thought, Just what we need...
A news van pulled up, dumping out a reporter and a camera crew. Fark.

Carefully, the metal began to shake, to quiver and twist in shape as it had always done with it’s counter parts. A small slight metal joint stuck out, and a red humming light began to flash around, like a siren, a nasty screeching voice filling the air.

The troopers turned around. Donovann's eyes widened as he saw it open. "Get back!" he yelled, grabbing a woman that was staring in shock and horror at the metal object.
Flinging her behind a house, he turned back and watched the scene unfold from behind a car, other bystanders and soldiers doing the same. He checked his weapons, and looked back at the metal case with disbelief as something, or somethings, began to smash their way out...

The metal clunking inside, the arid steam pouring out from its tips, the nasty chunk of metallic alloy coming to life; all of that began to become a frightening prospect, as the metal legs began to come together, linking in pieces and forming into a large leg, as long as a streelight pole, as wide as a car. It's first three leg-like foundations coming out, five more began to spring into the fresh avid air, a gaping, searching red eye in it's center, a loud, imperialistic screech that filled the air.

Wake up, Donovann thought, wake up! He turned to his left, where an anti-armor trooper was taking aim at the metal casket. He turned back towards the case where something was putting itself together inside.
He searched frantically for a grenade, and finding none, he aimed his rifle at the metal moster. Click. Farking safety... He thought as he put the gun off safety and onto semi-auto.
He suddenly heard the loud roar of the anti-armor weapon to his left, and flinched, pulling the trigger as he did so.

The rocket successfully damaged it's not yet ready underbody effectively, as the large behemoth groaned in what would seem like pain, but only a mechanical malfunction. A large screeching sound filled the air again, and for a moment, it looked as if it was saying something. No matter what it said, however, it was undoubtly angry, and turned it's eye towards the source of the attack, readied it's lasers, and fired.

The trooper, reloading his launcher, suddenly flew back as the laser blasts impacted in front of him. He slammed into a house, and crumpled up.
Donovann stared in horror, ducking behind the car, praying frantically. He began to call for back-up on his helmet comm, hoping the machine wasn't about to destroy everything in sight. He yelled for the woman around the corner to run for help, but she appeared to be glued to her spot behind the house.
The sound of machine guns filled the air as the rest of Alpha Company opened up on the giant machine...

The monstrous machine only roared in a large fury, before rampaging out of control, smashing down into the ground when it's final parts began to dim out, the machine guns and the rockets blasting it to shrapnel before its shield could come up, the final screeching roar of the great monster blasted away, the hatch opening delicately, only a lone figure emerged from it's helm, a dark eyed, pale skinned, chained figure, breathing heavily, its eyes too large for its face. While the figure was thinning, the body starving, the organs bulging out of the skeleton-thin creature, it seemed human.

In contrast to the machine, it spoke softly, a careful, deliberate, sad voice, before it too, like it's vehicle, was enflamed in a nasty explosion.

The men stopped firing, staring at the flaming wreckage, or at least what appeared to be flaming wreckage. Who knew what it might do, but they were sure that after it had blown up, along with they took to be it's human operator, they were sure it was dead, destroyed, obliterated.
By the time the back-up Donovann had called for arrived, Alpha Company was looking around the fiery metal case, as well as the remains of the metal monster, though they were were a good ten feet away.

From the Bridge of Totalius' ship, he looked at the missing drone. "There's twelve reporting drones, but only eleven are found..." He looked, broading the map of the world, finally seeing a small beeping tone in what appeared as the boundaries of another nation.

"I see. Deploy all extra companies on the first command, and get ready to salvage the remains of the drone." Totalius told his slaves and captains, as they nodded ghostily in the dreary atmosphere.

From the metal bottoms of the ship, a large shower of smaller metal caskets, similiar to the ones initially launched, began to head towards the country where the last drone was destroyed.

An hour after the firefight with the machine, the area was secure, with all the fires on and around the casket and the walker, and now Alpha Company had been charged with guarding this area. Of course. A news team had pulled up, and were interviewing and getting shots of the massive pile of twisted metal (now covered with a very large tarp).
Suddenly a reporter looked up, and yelled at a cameraman to get a shot of the sky. Red streaks were dotted across the evening sky, as a slight drizzle poured down. Donovann felt his stomach tightening. This had to be a dream.

Th ered laces only drifted across the sky, and it seemed like a wave of water floating in the dreary sunlight. However, immediately, it began to spray what seemed like noxious gas, as if to kill everything around the remains of the scattered drone.

Something seemed to be coming out from the pods overhead, as Donovann ushered the news team back to it's van. In any case, it seemed important to make sure the area around the crashed pod and destroyed machine was vacated, and that all troops in the area had their N/B/C equipment working and equipped.
"You have to go now," Donovann said, nearly screaming at what appeared to be the (very stubborn) man in charge of covering this incident.
The man mumbled something about something, and finally gave in. Donovann gave a worried glance at the sky.

"Keep the line pressing, keep the gasses moving."

Donovann watched as the van drove away, then helped his men in getting residents to leave their homes. Many were in a bit of a daze, wondering what the heck this was all about.

Sweet air only made the quiet uneasiness even more so, the people huddling in fear as the tearing legs of the spider-like drones crushed through the buildings, tearing their homes and their livelihood apart, the rockets fizzing by in the a great beautiful wave of fire. Raunin had already fallen, and Haasdra was nearly reduced to rubble. The heart of one of the world’s oldest capitals of war, since the dark 10,000 years ago, Haasdra was now no longer. Only they could have held up resistance, and the enemy stomped over them.

“Keep that salvage mission going. We have forces to spare.” He said, as he prepared his cannons, ready for his arrival.

Still the small red like laces kept firing, hoping to poison the people around the salvage.

At last the area was emptied, save for the 30-odd troopers, now somewhat protected by their N/B/C equipment, attached to their helmets and armored back packs.
Taking up positions fifty feet away from the crash site, they set up fortified positions, hoping to stave off any attacks.

OOC: I assume the pods/caskets/whatever-they're-called will land/crash somewhere?

OOC: These ones spew poison, then die off harmlessly. Used as a ‘cleaning’ device before large scale assaults.

“Begin the cannons. Fire all Makroses.” Totalius commanded, his bony finger once more scraping across the delicate stone surface of his ship, the flames beginning to fire from its dark, edging, blazing hearth. Cackling, he only looked in the wake as he prepared himself.

“Have all the legions retrieve the last drone.” He commanded, as the soldiers nodded, and a group of five large caskets, greater than before, were launched at where the last drone was lost.

Alpha Company nervously awaited the arrival of another unit, while cautiosly patrolling the perimeter. Any vehicles coming in were to be stopped, and turned back, unless the occupants were coming to get their belongings, children, pets, whatever.
Suddenly, it seemed five red objects shot across the sky, far overhead. Almost 8:00, the red spots stood out against the almost black sky, startling anyone who could see them.

In the cold air, their armour hardened, prepared against any onslaught upon them, in case an enemy were expecting their arrival, their trails of smoke to spread across the sky like lines of doom. In a quick flash of light, heat and fire, they pummelled through the atmosphere, and crashed down into the area, only a few hundred meters away from the remains of the fallen drone.

The roar of the crashes were deafening, as the sound knocked over a few troops, as well as shattering more than a few windows.
"Get ready!" Yelled Donovann, chrunching down behind the now windowless SUV he used as cover.
A barrage of machinegun fire poured at the area where the caskets had crashed.

Lead sleeted through the air from their enemy, but the caskets simply began to change, the metal twisting segments turning into larger, crackling machines, the legs twittering into pieces, coming together into a group of behemoths, unaffected by the bullet fire as it only dampened harmlessly against their shields. A loud roar from the top of the machines, and they turned their sights towards the source of the fire - the enemy soldiers.

Aimed delicately, the bullets only wounded, but didn’t destroy, any of the walking behemoths. Recurring the wrath, the lasers charged, and they fired, great jets of flame and lasers ripping through the air.

Lasers ripped through houses around the soldiers, as well as cars, trees, mailboxes, and the troopers themselves. Sliced in half, or burned by the flames shot out from the metal behemoths, the numbers of Alpha Company were slowly being diminished, along with the survivors' morale. Hope of back-up arriving in time was fading quickly, and in a last ditch attempt, the Radio Operator, safely tucked in behind a wall of twisted steel and concrete, shot a frantic request for armor and air support to High Command.
Bullets pinged off the walkers' armor, and rockets were out of the question, with the small cache of anti-armor ammunition burning at the moment. Donovann frantically fired off his magazine, even though he knew it would do absolutely nothing.

[Totalius’ Capital Ship
The large cannons only charged up, aimed in a scattering shot as the lasers began to edge through the atmosphere, the blasts of heat burning up the foliage and the deserts lit on fire. Jenrak was in total defeat, becoming crippled beyond means.

Meanwhile, elsewhere, the five behemoths only trudged around, firing madly at every moving object, showing particular signs of weakness, but always covering them up quickly before true damage could be done. Seeming to defend the remains of the salvage, it began to set everything around it ablaze.

"Fall Back!" Donovann screamed, standing behind the now half-flattened truck and firing vainly at the behemoth closest. Suddenly a blast went off nearby, sending chunks of gravel, asphalt and concrete up in the air, and at the same time knocking Donovann into a wall. A trooper nearby had a jagged piece of metal fly through his body, and collapsed, his gun going off wildly.
Donovann suddenly jerked, bullets from the gun flying through his armor. He slumped forward a bit, giving hoarse gasps for breath, while clutching at his stomach. He fell to the side, unconscious and at the point of death, while his troopers ran back towards a more defensible position, a few stopping to drag him to safety.

OOC: Erm, you other guys can post you know...

The loud roaring voice sounded again, the behemoths shrieking in a strong, commanding voice. It seemed that nothing could stop them…

Ruins of Jenrak
In the end of Jenrak’s ruin, a group of resistance crawled along the crushed debris, the crawling people trying to be quiet in the wake of the attacks, the soldiers placing down a beacon on the foot of the rampaging drone, as it crawled along, as they covered their ears and ran. From a small pod in the remote desert, the sands on fire, a small electromagnetic missile fired off into the direction of beacon, smashing into the shield, as expected, of the beaconed robot. In an instance, the drone began to collapse, and it fell into a hovelling ruin. Like the one before it, the only result was a large and destructive explosion.

"This is SwiftGuard 1, requesting location of, erm, hostiles, over."
The pilot of the Jackal looked off to his left, then opened his eyes wide with shock.
"Erm, forget that, I've got a visual..." He said, moving into position somewhat nervously. The flight behind him followed suit, arming their weapons.
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A chopper flew towards the area of the fighting, followed by 10 more helicopters, each loaded with 15 troopers, ready for anything, but nervous at the same time.
"15 minutes!" Yelled the pilot of the lead chopper, his gunners looking at the troopers in the compartment and giving the time before arrival.

The behemoths only raged across, crushing through, ignoring the smaller fire, destroying the more definitive threats, their lasers flashing beautifully in the drifty air.

In Jenrak, however, the secret was broken. The pattern was prepeated, there seemed no way against this. Machinery's weakness was apparent. The invaders, completely reliant on the technology with them, could not fight against an enemy when they were unarmed.

The first of the helicopters touched down, only to be rendered flightless by a falling tree.
The troopers piled out, scrambling for cover. The strike fighters flew over the walkers, each unloading bombs, then coming around to loose rockets at them.
The troopers armed with anti-armor equipment let fly at the machines, while the rest of the choppers unloaded their troops.

Jenrak was in ruins, its surface crushed by war far greater than nuclear. There was no radiation, there was no frosty winter unbearable. Only a giant firestorm that spread and engulfs all in its path.

"Keep the people in the catacombs - we need to survive this attack."