In the solar system Vlarg, a planet stood dorment. This was Guten 7. Once a flourishing planet full of life. Many species inhabitated this planet, mainly for its vast oceans and Luxury forests. Major cities were built on this planet to inhabit all of the beings.
As the population grew, the desperation for fuel became more and more. The richer became richer, and the poorer became poorer.

This planet was going through a crisis. Some species noticed chaos was eventually going to break out. So many battle cruisers fled. The Sanghelli species fled first, but orbited the planet for a short period. The Kig-yar race was another Species to leave with great haste.
The council of the planet, had summoned together to find out a new energy source. Many beings here were corrupted with drugs or money. Many not caring about the millions dieing every day. Only a handfull cared for the civilians existance.

One day a meteorite entered the atmoshphere, and made contact with the surface. This wasnt unusual to the Authorities, many meteorites had hit before. A few days later however, Chaos had finally broken lose, but in a different form. National Newspapers issued head lines of "The living dead"
beings where being violent murdered, or mysteriously disapearing. What had actualy happened was the meteorite.

A small bio-organism had been thriving on this small piece of rock, once it hit the surface, It came into contact with living being.
By entering through the blood streem of the various species. It quickly spread. Infected became unable to move, and began to stink of Raw flesh. Eventually the bio-organism took over the body, turning what was once life, into a monstrous puppet of death, focused on murdering others and increasing the Bio-organisms life-force.
Within days, Nearly the hole population where how reporters named it, Zombies.
Due to all the species on this planet, Different strains were made.

A message was issued out before the hole communications array was destroyed
"We require Medical, and Military support. We are over-run. We cant stop it. WE NEED HELP!"
Then, the planet turned dark.

A Sanghelli cruiser ship hovered above the planets Atmosphere, this was inturn, the answer to there help.

(Well, thats the basic plot. You can either be a survivor of this dreadfull planet, Or you can be a rescue team. You can be whatever species you want.i will start this off to give anyone ideas.)


In the comand centre of the Sanghelli ex-covenant Battle ship Truesome Desire, a group of high ranking Sanghelli sat around a hovering purple alloy table. A magnificant disploy of royal armour was on display in here. with War veteran from the Covenant war, and many from past skirmishes.
"We must send in a rescue team" A tall muscular Sanghelli boomed. His gold plated armour showed he was a member of the sumpreme council.
The leader of the council sat still, his four mouth claws manouvered around, he then replied.
"We will send two squadrons of our Elite Commandos, to Quell this outbreak of Evil"
The twelve beings roared and nodded at the same time.
"It is agreed then" Boomed the leader

Two Guten 7 days later, two phantoms where released into the atmosphere. On the phantom Hells Nightmare, 16 Sanghellis stood in the Drop pod chamber, wielding magnificant armour and weaponry.
Darvoc, the tallest of the squadron commanded, at 8"5' and very muscular, he was a deadly Sanghelli.
He moved towards the centre of the room, with his metal hooves thudding against the floor.
"We will destroy whatever evil is thrown at us, We are the sword of our leaders. We will unite any survivors with out Phantoms."
They all roared in unison. Darvoc laughed slightly, and moved towards his drop pod.
Placing his Carbine into the Drop pod, a moment later a red light flashed.
Simultaneously, every Sanghelli entered an individual drop pod. There black armour reflected back the red light into the room
A moment later, they where falling down to the infested streets of Guten 7.

Darvoc sat in his pod, Glaring out of the small fibre glassed window. Falling at a constant speed.
"Lets just hope this isnt a suicide mission" He whispered before placing on his Commando helmet.
The drop-pod had hit the Surface, immediatly, the door broke off. Light beaconed into the Drop pod, Dazzling Darvoc. a moment later, he could see.
Let the mayhem begin.

(Hope you guys enjoy this)

A Trantor battle group jumped into the system, while the main ship, a New Macross battle ship stood in the front of the group. “We heard the call and came as quickly as we could from our newest base out here, but…” The sensors were clear. The civilization was unstable. Life was somehow reduced to this rotting, infesting group of Invaders.

“This planet… we have to make sure nothing escapes or the galaxy will have a new problem!” The fleet sent a message to the Sanghelli vessel. “People of the Sanghelli, we are the Trantor. We received a message on our coms and came as fast as we could. We are sending down a force of robotic troopers to help eliminate and search for suivors. Shall we send over a team so we can combine our efforts to help stabilize this world?”

In the lower reaches of the Macross, a team of mechs was prepared, the Jeagan and V Hexa machines all loaded in a dropship. Their support vessel would be a Uraga class escort carrier. It carried an all machine crew, and a full medical complement of research tools. The mission was simple, find any survivors, capture an infected sample, and if need be, purge the surface to prevent infection from spreading.
More mechs were placed on other dropships, as Marine AIs all got ready, the recently made programs finished from their training on the Veerose world-platforms.

With that, the carrier headed from the fleet, descending upon the infected world, as 4 dropships accompanied it, the drop causing the usual meteor like appearance for any beings living on the world…

A small AP frigate entered the system on a routine ex-ops. The distress signal was picked up soon as the ship was insystem and steaming sun-ward towards the planet.

The mile long frigate began a descending orbit of the planet in question, it's sensors taking in the chaos and devastation. Something like this would not affect the AP directly, but having a huge stake in the banking industry, a plague of this magnitude spread across the galaxy would could ruin business. So the frigate prepared an intercept course for Trantor Carrier.

Tranto Carrier this is the Vindicator...
Assistance will be granted if needed... Until then I will stay in orbit above this position...

The Vindicator, whose designation was 193842/CF034 but it was easier for organics if he used the surname christened to it, sat there in orbit above the engagement zone.

Colonel Godiva's fluorescent orange breastplate read Environmental Protection Directorate - Engineering Corps in inch-high block letters. His suit was a full environmentally sealed exoskeleton, designed for situations just like this.

The EPD's superficially routine mission couldn't have been more far-reaching, especially when considering the their unique circumstances. They were the elite combat arm of an engineering directorate, one which held a monopoly on terraforming and biological sciences within the Technocracy.

He stood inside the dropship's cramped landing bay with twenty-one other orange-suited engineers, trying to maintain his hold on the ceiling's retainer straps. The antiquated dropship carried the sensation of bouncing upon a trampoline and then spirally into a shaky descent, resonating that into subtle vibrations in Godiva's armor.

"No problem folks, we have attained atmo and will be down there shortly," cut in the pilot's voice, reassuring the jittery and safety-conscious engineering corpsmen.

"Touchdown," the pilot's staccato voice again rang through Godiva's helmet-comm several minutes later, just as he felt the shuttle give as landing struts dug into the soft ground.

The dropship's posterior cargo ramp slid open, hissing and metamorphosing from a square of light to a portal in the darkness. Godiva's men shifted and turned towards the open ramp, checking their weapons and ensuring that the dropship's cargo was still strapped into place.

The Colonel hummed a ditty as he unstrapped his assigned cargo. Three other men assisted him in removing the straps from a template constructor, a universal constructor machine, and then wheeling the machine down the ramp and into the sunlight. He noted the eight follow platoons before returning to his work.

A combination of acoustic pinging, infrared ranging, and optical telemetry data whirled into Godiva's HUD, appearing as a sidebar with a virtual map of the immediate area. It appeared as simple rolling hills, bisected by a simple creek. The other men, eight other dropships in all, appeared as red dots. The space complement of this operation, three ships which had appeared unannounced, were displayed by green lines floating above the virtual map.



And then. Transit radiation seeped through the fabric of space-time along one edge of the system.

Father Zagar prayed within the claustrophobic space of the Chapel-boat, his metal clad arm rubbing up and aganist a similar covered arm of one his combat-brother. Metal pews ran up and down the narrow space that makes up the largest part of the ship, resembling a chapel one may see from the middle times. The Combat-brothers of Purgeran IV, the Forth of Sixty elite Purgeran squads that serve the Church of Divine Truth (CoDT), were bent in prayer before these metal pews, their bulky power armor casting off and odd reflections along the already richly decorated walls and ceilings of the Chapel ship.

Being the Combat-Father of Purgeran IV, it normally would have been Zagar to conduct the battle prayer for his Combat-Brothers. But, due to the scale of their purge The Divine Truth (And all his wisdom, may he guide us all. Amen) had decreed that a Living Icon of his Burning Fury shall be sent to lead this crusade in His name.

So a Saint was sent.

The figure stood before the kneeling soldiers, his illuminating power armor decorated in an almost outrageous number of magnificent symbols of Faith and Devotion. While the Combat-Brother's armor was a sparking sliver, The armor of the Saint was an almost perfect blend of White and Red, trimmed with gold and blessed by the Words of Truth Himself. Saint Veritas allowed his golden eyes to peer slowly across the bowed heads of the praying Zealots, and scrunched his ancient brow under a billow of white hair.

"Three thousand years." The Saint's words billowed with energy that caused an immediate reaction from the Combat-Brothers, who straightened up into a more "proper" kneel in a single movement. "That is how long I served The Divine Truth, The Church in his name, and the people who devote their lives for the message of our Lord, who Preaches Eternal and Divine Truth!" This is when he paused, his peaceful gazed clouding over with the tell-tale sign of rage. "But there are those who cannot hear the words of our Lord. Or those who shun Truth to spread their Black Lies without fear of his retaliation, creating creatures of Lies from Filth. " This statement send a ripple of unrest throughout the armor clad soldiers. "I am referring to The Heretic, The Alien, And The Unholy. These three are the bane of our Lord and Church, for The Heretic shuns His words, The Alien cannot hear His words, and The Unholy shall not stand His words."

The Living Saint continued on with his hour long sermon, while the small Chapel-Ship propelled itself though the small border between limbo and realspace.

[ I had typed out a better post then this mediocre pile of words..But alas I have lost it as I pressed the post button. So please forgive me for this hastily scrambled together replacement. ]

The Commander of the Truesome desire sat motionless in his chair, With royal guards orbiting around him. Another commanding Sanghelli entered the long room, with prestigeos blue armour, reflecting back the purple daze of the lights.
"Ship master, we have made contact with Guten 7"
The ship master glared through his platinum plated helmet.
"We also have come into contact with a trantor battle cruiser"

The shipmasters mouth pieces figited around. He stood up from his chair, wielding his electron staff. Slowly proceeding to the fellow officer
"We will require all the help we need, i shall reply to them personally."
The other sanghelli nodded, and guided the ship master to the command centre.

Feeling had finally came back into Darvoks legs, quickly grabbing his carbine he dived out of the drop pod.
The air was filthy, the oxygen levels had decreased due to the virus. Debris of fallen buildings scattered around the floor, whilst the horizen glowed orange due to non-stopping forest fires.
"This is Cleansing team one, we have made contact with surface. No life signs as of yet." Darvoc spoke into his Comm.
Slowly looking around, the remaining drop pods collided with the concrete floor, with a fellow brother jumping out a second later.

Upon the last drop pod hitting the floor, a pain grinding screech echoed out into the air.
"Hold tight bretherine" Shouted Darvok.
The group of 16 split into two groups of 8, taking cover behind broken down vehicles and concrete.
Slowly scanning the area with his carbine, a fellow Sanghelli roared
"We have moment!"
With Carbines aimed, each one opened fire. Green plasma bolts flew out of the barrel of the weapons, ripping through the air at mind boggling speeds. The unknown being had started to charge towards them, screaming aloud.
After 4 succesful hits, the being had collapsed, screaming loudly, enraging other beings that where close by

Aiming down his sights of the carbine, Darvok tapped the trigger a few times, controlling the recoil of each succesful bullet fired. The more they killed, the more kept on coming.
Bits of raw smoldering flesh flew into the air, as appendages of beings flew into the air. Many of the infected carcases where Humans and Kig-yar, but dreadfully deformed.
"Holy flair!!" Shouted a Sanghelli across the road.
He stood up clutching a Plasma grenade, the see through sphere started to glow a bright blue. Quickly throwing the object at an infected.
It ran quickly towards two sanghelli, covering behind a wrecked vehicle. Diving ontop of the vehicle, both Commandos opened fire upon the unholy being.
"Fall back" Shouted the closest, quickly diving backwards.
A bright flash later, the bag of meat had disintigrated, whilst the fellow sanghelli had been blown back five feet into a wall.

A couple of metres down the street, a wall had been smashed down. Many infected beings had rushed out of it, followed by a slower but bigger infected. With legs the size of tree trunks, it slowly moved forward, with rotting blood and puss dripping from its mouth and flimsy body parts. Screaming wildly at the Alien commando squad, it hurled a large chunk of mucus towards a Commando covering behind a downed billboard. With a hissing noise, the bill board slowly caroded away.

Darvok spoke into his Comm,
"We are under heavy attack from hostile forces, unable to set up base, They pose more threat than we imagined!"
Ducking under the wall, another three grenades had exploded, each taking another puppet of death back to where it came.

Back on the Truesome desire in the command centre, the message from Guten 7 was received,
The ship master had started to send another message back to the Trantor battle ship.
"We accept your assistance in this desperate time, with your help, we can cleanse this once peacefull planet. We have made contact with hostiles"


OOC (I will include everyone in this. sorry if my posts are to long, i do waffle on.)

A shimmer of illuminating white expanded outward from the star dotted horizon, the tell tale sign of the Chapel-ship's warp. Sure enough the ship followed suit. The small, almost fragile in it's beauty, frigate warped into realspace above the planet. Rather then performing the common curtsy of hailing the less then usual mix of ships scattered in orbit, the Chapel-ship blasted the still on-going Sermon over every com-channel the small ship was capable of accessing, the Com did little to muffle the power behind the Saint's words.

"Blasphemy! That is what I see below our heels Brothers! I do not see a planet, I do not see a civilization that needs to be saved! No my brothers, I see Blasphemy! Lies in it's physical shell! A mock to everything that our Church has strive to preserve! A mock! To Truth, our divine Lord and Ruler! There is only one cure for the madness that has rooted, and that is Purging though Fire! Purging though Faith! To Arms my Brother! Raise your blades, load your bullets, bring salvation to those who suffer the existence of the damned!"

The Chapel-ship's engines roared to propel the house sized Frigate in the direction of the damned planet, and ceased all communications.

landed down safely, before they noticed a large worm. Worms weren’t uncommon in this part of the galaxy, but this horror was the size of a large express train, and it started to barrel towards the battleship! “Shields up! Get the AEGIS online! All units…” It was almost too late when the shout of “PLASMA CUTTING ASSAULT!” went through the airwaves, an new, improved Super Robot cut through a good chunk of the worm with its plasma enhanced tomahawk.

“Hmm, Invaders…” It then headed out, as a division followed it, tanks, small mechs and two other super robots heading to look for suitors. More units gathered around the main ship, this time remembering to set up microphones to prevent encounters. They would look for the monsters, the massive mutations that would result

To assist the Sangheli, several flying units were sent, as an old S-60 division, accompanied by 6 VF-171s flew across the burned countryside, noting the devastation. “Wow, looks like that old Halo we passed by, I wonder if there are any common ancestors..” The Marine AI collective thought this in one of its spare cycles, before they went on, heading towards the drop location, intel given by the orbiting fleet above.

“ETA is… 10 minuets, hang tight!” the group said to the Sanghelli fighters.

“Church ship,” the fleet leader said quietly, “Must be some Religious freaks, I’ll keep an eye on them in case they do something…” With that the fleet sent probes, to get a view on the infestation from the safe distance of high orbit.

In the meantime, the Technocratic Auto-Fabricators were quick at work establishing a base camp. In addition to that, one of the engineering platoons had vented into the woods trailed by four transports carrying dozens of cylindrical objects.

The bulk of the the engineering officers, suits distinguished by their unique pauldrons, clustered around a small equipment table covered with wires and two black boxes. The wires seemed to stream off in every direction from the boxes; they went to the peripheries of the camp and then some.

Three, two, one..." counted the staff, pounding their fists down on the air in unison.

Alfonse turned his key. Godiva turned his own key. They engaged both black boxes simultaneously. The firing impulse for several dozen thermonuclear charges surged away from the equipment table, traversing miles of wire, and reached the ring of nuclear charges placed around the camp.

The ground shook. The horizon lit up in a thermonuclear blaze, painting long shadows across the forest. In reality, a ring of nuclear charges had carved a mile-wide no-man's-land around the camp, irradiating the area and creating a deep moat at the same time. The effect of the blast was positioned so that the creek bisecting this landing zone would drain into his ad hoac ditch, creating a moat of sorts.

Back at Command HQ a popup message appeared on Specialist Anni's datapad. It read "sequence complex". She smiled and nodded to Godiva, who instantly took the hint.

"Good work men," said Godiva, pivoting to face his engineering crew and clapping. They joined in, clapping along with their leader.

Godiva abruptly ceased clapping and stolidly folded his arms across his chest. He loudly cleared his throat over his helmet-comm, drawing his crew's attention to him, and he launched into another tirade, "But we're not finished yet! Now that we've cleared the perimeter, we've got to set up fortifications before nightfall. We've drilled this exercise a hundred times, so you know what to do. Stage Three is go," he paused, awaiting the engineers' reactions, and then drove the side of his hand into his palm several times, "Chop chop!"

The Engineer Officers scattered, returning to their awakening Auto-Fabricators, and went to work.

Godiva strode towards the prefab housing modules that had been constructed in the meantime; he need foot and a shower to erase the stench of sweat on his body.


...


Someone came barreling through Godiva's office door like a bat out of hell. He was a small man, with an overly cocksure demeanor for someone his height, but one who made up for it with his rippling musculature. He was wearing orange coveralls and carrying a data-pad tucked under one arm. Like all the engineers on this mission, he was clean shaven with cropped hair.

"Colonel Godiva, sir!" he bellowed, saluting to the Colonel, who was sitting behind a drab metal desk. Godiva had obviously neglected to unpack.

"Yes?" The Colonel arched his left eyebrow quizzically, and then, rather embarrassed, stated, "Oh right, the status report. Give it to me straight."

The man smiled sarcastically and began, "I have good news and bad news. The good news is that Stage Three is proceeding on schedule and we haven't encountered any technical hitches... yet. The bad news is that one of the Auto-Fabricators gave out. Some constructor paste clogged in the machine and it's fused now. We're doing the best we can to repair it... but I think it's best if we junk it for spare parts. I've got the Captain's data-pad right here, everything but your signature is filled out. Just sign and we'll recycle that a-fab into something useful."

The Lieutenant held out the data-pad for Godiva to read.

Godiva absently took the pad and scribbled his digital signature on it, before handing it back to the Lieutenant. "Anything else I need to sign? he asked sarcastically.

"Nope," replied the Lieutenant in a matter-of-fact tone.

The Lieutenant then turned to leave as Godiva suddenly blurted, "Wait, Lieutenant, what's your name again?"

"Augusto Valchidaz, why?" inquired the Lieutenant, looking back over his shoulder.

"Oh, just curious. I don't remember you on the mission rooster, odd... I'll see you later then. Bye," Godiva rambled on, before shooing away the Lieutenant with one dismissive gesture. Augusto pivoted away from Godiva and strode towards the prefab's core hallway, slamming the door behind him.

"Idiot," muttered Augusto as he strode towards the mess hall.

Receiving the message through his ear. He paused for a moment, whilst his squad where still focused on holding there positions.
Scanning the situation, he replied back into the comm
"Negative on that Trantors, Lz is to hot. I will move my squad to the central city square, which is half a mile west to our current position. It will be a suitable location"
Darvok then peered over the edge of his cover, illuminous green plasma bolts flew over his head and around him. Noticing the hoard starting to die down, however the large unknown creature was causing quite a problem, as it moved closer and closer.

Pointing towards the direction of the city square, his squad of now 15 had started to move away from there current locations, returning fire back at the remaining hoard of infected. Darvok began to move out of his cover, until he heard the sizzling of acid, chipping away at his energy shield. He quickly turned to find the large creature a few feet away from him. Puss dripped from his rotting green jaw, whilst parts of its body showed devoured skin, bearing the innards of the being. Screaming at a high pitch voice, it dived for the leader of the squad.

Quickly diving out of the way of the giant bag of flesh, he quickly grabbed two energy sword holders from his right leg. A moment later, both handles had ignited into an impressive display of plasma, shaped into two perfect energy swords.
"You shall perish from my rath you foul unholy being!" Screamed Darvok as he lunged towards the 10 foot monster.
Its large hand moved swiftly to Darvoks head, but he quickly manouvered his left arm swinging the energy sword into its soft flesh, slicing through it like a knife to butter. An earsplitting scream came from the monster, whilst its flimsy rotting hand had fallen to the floor, The Sanghelli squad had just realised what had happened, and started to shoot a barrage of green bolts to the being.
"You shall perish" Darvok screamed again to the being whilst he lunged his right arm into the abdomen of the beast, ripping through its body with ease. The stench of burning flesh started to eminate from the being, as plasma bolts had started to make impact on the monster. Darvok quickly pulled back the sword burning away the insides of the monster and quickly rolled back to some cover. The being had made a last echoing scream before colliding with the mixture of blood and puss concreate floor.

Up in the outer atmosphere of Guten 7 the command ship Truesome Desire had realeased 3 more Phantoms with another two Commando squads with heavy artillery attached. The Ship master stood still, whilst the command centre of the ship was buzzing with life.
"We need to set up a well established base, on Guten 7 if we are to gain some control of the planet"
A Sanghelli stood next to him with white armour, markings of the covenant rule were embedded into the chest plate of his armour.
"General, i would like you to gather up some soldiers, and some heavy artillery equipment and set up base in the city square of Guten 7." Said the shipmaster with authority.
The Sanghelli in white armour glared at his master. He nodded his head to confirm the order he had been issued
"I will have a small military army within 5 hours, Shipmaster" He replied back in a deep toned voice.
The shipmaster then turned away from the General and spoke again
"I would also like you to check out a position on Guten 7, where a sudden burst of Nuclear activity was picked up on radioactive scanners"
The general nodded again.
"I will send a scout Phantom to investigate" He replied back before slowly moving out of the command centre

Back on Guten 7, Darvok had been trying to communicate with the second drop squad that dropped in with them. His squad of commandos moved slowly through the city streets, towards the City centre. Building walls had started to collapse from military plasma shells, or from the infected beings. Bodys of dis-embowled civilians laid on the floor of city streets, some showing the scars of a violent fire fight with the infected virus.
One sanghelli moved closer to the Commando leader
"We have equipment necesary to set up a small base in the centre sir, however we do not have enough ammunition to last us another 10 minutes in a full blown fire fight." The bulky sanghelli replied with a tone of worry in his voice.
Darvoc looked at his fellow brother, and replied
"We have Trantor ships to assist. we shall be oka....."
They had reached the City centre, but only to be greeted with the howling screeching of mayhem once more
"Look sharp brothers, let us burn this threat for the might of the Sanghelli!" Screamed the Commander.
Slowly thinking to himself,
"I hope those Trantors come soon"

The 3 Tzen-Kul, lumbered through the streets, their armoured feet crushing the broken pavement underfoot, the powered suits that protected their fragile reptilian bodies were noisy and cumbersome but the protection they provided was well worth it. Besides, in this situation the noise was an advantage, it was their mission to draw the attention of the infected while the rest of the refugees escaped, on the radio they had picked up broken transmissions about help with the arrival of the trantor, and the Sanghelli returning to the surface. Maybe if the could meet up with the Sanghelli military units...

If the plan didn't work then, at least there would be a sizable dent in the population of the infected in this area.

Zaezel Kaizden Tzen-Nul saw movement from the edge of his vision, he barely was able to move into position before the infected lunged at him, he squeezed the trigger hidden within the armoured gauntlet surrounding right hand, a hydraulic blade shooting out to impale the infected through the chest, before sliding back with a hiss. Conventional swords were infective while in the powered suits, being two slow to swing them properly and if they used the suits to increase their movement speed it would shatter their bones within seconds.

The sounds of battle could be heard far to the east, he prayed that the Sanghelli would arrive quickly enough

The infected flopped to the ground dead, screeching filled the air as the death of the infected human alerted the rest of it's kin. Zaezel took a moment to select the automatic setting on the flechete launcher carried on the armour encasing his left arm before he spoke to his men.

"In the name of the clan, even if your weapon are torn from your bodies do not stop fighting, even in death do not fall backwards, do not rest in oblivion until each one of these damned scum lie dead!"

He's around 6'2" in height. He's so skinny he could easily go for a hamburger or something. He has gray hair even though he's 18.
He wears a white tank shirt and blue jeans. He wears a long red cape over his clothes.

Skittles sighed while swinging from the roof of the sewers of in the infected city.

Over the years of being in the city and seeing the world turn infected, he's found that the sewers are the only safe place, but even then the infected are in the sewers, unable to jump up and grab his legs.

He leaped out of sewers via a grill and on to the streets. He ran over to a street light and climbed up the metal pole. Once near the top, he jumped up and grabbed on to the light. He swung over it and on to the top of the light, standing on it, watching the chaos, the infected and the new people. He yelled out, "Hello!" to the people, amazed that finally somebody has come.

Now a large transport flew down, noticing the beacon, before the radio cry came clear, “This is Trantor Regional Command, here to drop some weapons on this horrible site.” With that, bullets and beam weapons rained down on some of the zombies, before an armored trooper started to pick off some of the straggling aliens.
“Targets clear” the trooper said, “Trantor backup has finally arrived…” It was an interesting scene, the transport, and its escort fighter craft, “What’s the situation?”

Now related to that, a trooper, one of the long term watchers stared at the man, before running towards him, “Come with me if you want to live,” he said, his face hidden underneath his combat helmet, “And don’t stop until I tell you too..”

Now it was an amazing scene now, with the transport bombarding the alien positions, the parasites under assault by advanced technological weapons. The two Tzen-Kul would be one to notice two small, almost human sized flyers, heading their way.

“Targets locked on,” the first, a New Motoko class said, “Arriving to cover the unknowns..” the androids seemed unusually calm for the fact they were the first arrivals in an alien battlefield. “Weapons free, A-Frames active…” the two would glide down, blasting at any zombies that happened to be near the Tzen-Kull, in order to secure a landing site.