Terran Liberation Army's Story

The crowds gathered to watch the grand parade of the imperium. " Look at those pompous assholes" the general spoke as she watched the viewer. "Tell the flagman to go"

"You sure about this ma'am? There's a lot of civies down there..."

"And we have one unarmed protester if the Imperium dare shoot then they will show themselves the aggressor prepare the broadcast. As soon as our man stops the parade I speak."

A single man walked out of the crowd waving a tattered red flag he said nothing as he took his stand in the middle of the street blocking the path of the imperium troops they would have to stop or run him over.

The lead man raised his hand to halt the advance and in a synchronized stop the massive group of soldiers and armored vehicles stopped. "Sir! What business do you have in stopping a parade held by the Emperor himself! We are having a peaceful parade to spread his word and to show the people that there is more hope in this place and that they do have people that care about this city to not let the enemies of man no longer waltz right in and attack as they wish!" The Imperial commander spoke.

The man smiled but said nothing placing a box on the ground which opened and from it appeared the hologram of a woman in very unique guardsmen armor "Good I have your attention." Spoke the woman her voice booming so all around could hear. " People of Terra I am General 13-7 Commander of the Terran Liberation Army. Too long have we Terrans allowed these foreigners to walk our streets and brainwash us with thier cult but no more. No more will we stand idle and let them impose thier culture on us. The time to stand is now that is why I am putting my name in the hat for mayor. It is time to stand time to drive away those that with honeyed words and deeds have slowly taken us over. But no more. A vote for me is a vote for a true Terra!"

The message ended and the hologram fade then as if on que shouts of " Imperium go home!" Where raised as more joined the man in the street.

"Of course...Opposition to label us as the villains instead of heroes...What a nuisance." The Imperial Commander spoke as he unclipped a Vox transmitter from his belt before speaking into it.

"People of Terra! We do not brainwash you all using such a cheap and cowardly method! Our actions were the only ones that have won the hearts of many! Who was there as the Shadow Legion began to drag your friends and loved ones to safety? Was in the Terran Liberation Army? Were they the ones who charged into the heart of the enemy risking not only their life but their very soul? I think not! Commissar Ciaphas Cain of the Imperium! A true hero worthy of your faithful votes! And we of the Imperium of Man also risked our very existence against these abominations that wish not for peace, but for war and slaughter!"

"While many leaders would stand back and command! While many leaders would choose a well defended location to order their men like pawns! Commissar Ciaphas Cain leads from the front alongside his soldiers! He does not hide like a coward! He fights and bleeds like any other person! He has the means to lead the people both in times of war and peace! We of the Imperium of Man may be foreign but there is one thing that connects most of us! We are all human! We stand to defend all of manking from the evil that stalks the shadows! We promise a vote for the Imperium is a vote closer to eliminating all that threaten man! We will not force you, those who stand in the way of our holy march! We only ask that you let us pass in peace! Our mission is just! We will ensure that all civilians will be protected under the Emperor's name! Who was the ones who primarily saved you all! The ones who ensured none of you ended up on the death toll! The ones who ensured you live a continued existence! We of the Imperium and our allies were the ones that have done so! As long as we draw breath our enemies shall cower in the shadows! As long as our Emperor is with us none shall have their soul stolen from demonic horrors! We are the Imperium of Man! And this is what we offer and much more! Lend us your ears and hearts during this election!" The Imperial commander spoke as he as his whole battalion stood unmoving, not making a move to dissipate the crowd.

Soon cries of support rang out for the Imperium as they cheered them on.

There was a loud scoff as someone yelled, "Where is the 'esteemed' Mr Cain! Where is he? Why does he not speak for himself! It is obvious because all this talk of bettering us and all you did is make situations worse. This is just the Aschen with a pretty fucking face! At least UCON never forced their ideal on us. And they actually protected us. Since you got here, our whole city was destroyed." another seemingly encouraged spoke up, "YES, WHERE IS MR CAIN!? I LOST ALL MY FAMILY, EVERYONE. IF ANYTHING I WOULD NOT HAVE A NEICE OR NEPHEW WITHOUT WHAT THAT GODDESS DID! OF COURSE, I WANT MORE BACK, BUT SHE MADE NO PRETENSIONS OF SPEAKING FOR ALL OF US!" an elderly figure approached the break in the crowd, "I spit in your direction. Your Imperium never fought on the front line against the Aschen, I lost blood there. I lost comrades. Every time we give outside forces power, it backfires. No more!"

With that the crowd broke into angry yelling and rage, evidently, The General's plan had worked, the crowd were riled up now and they were sick of being bossed around.

"YEAH! LET'S HEAR IT FROM THE HORSE'S OWN MOUTH!!! JUST HOPE HE KNOWS THE DIFFERENCE BETWEEN HIS MOUTH AND HIS SHITEHOLE!!!!" could be heard form another random heckler. "And what about the other candidtates?!?! Especially that insane lady who thinks little CHILDREN should be drinking ALCOHOL?!?!?!?! WHAT KINDA BULL$HIT IS THAT?!?!?!" could also be heard, amongst other profanities and epithets.

Oh GOD, what the fuck was going on here?!

Cole groggily stood among the parade as one of those running for the position of mayor. Somehow, however, he hadn't gotten entirely dressed for the occasion. Did he struggle to get out of bed? He was in his pajamas: a large striped button-up shirt and pants. At least he had Gray strapped to his belt around the pants, the blade began speaking in Cole's head as he looked around trying to recollect where he was.

"Oi, sleepy head. Get your act together, you're running for mayor! You're not in the proper dress, and you've been dozing in and out of sleep for this entire parade!"

He blinked a few times, and wiping his eyes with the back of his hands as he looked about. There was an angry crowd? He could hear them yelling...perhaps that's what woke him up from his slumber. Gray was also being annoying, as usual. Perhaps choosing him as his running mate wasn't the best idea, because ever since Gray has been a lot grumpier.

Well, this was as good of a time as ever to try and quell the angry crowd and maybe show off his leadership skills! Reaching somewhere to grab a microphone and apologizing to whoever he took it from, Cole made his way on over and in front of the crowd while holding the microphone. Despite his attire and the fact he was sleeping earlier, Cole now sounded perfectly fine and began straightening out his pajamas. "Hello?" He first asked at the crowd, seeing in the microphone worked. When this was confirmed, he nodded. "Ah, excellent. Hello, people of Wing City! I'm Cole Arkenach, though you might know me already since I'm running. You guys woke me up, and I wanted to know what all of the ruckus is about? Maybe I can help."

"START BY EXPLAINING WHY IN TARNATION YOU'D POSSIBLY THINK WE'D WANT A MAYOR WHO CAN'T EVEN BE ARSED TO DRESS HIMSELF PROPERLY?!?!?!" said a heckler as he took a swig of the liquid sustenance that would be his companion throughout this whole cycle.

"You all wish to know where the esteemed Cain is? Not that you all would believe..." The Imperial Commander displayed a massive holographic display which showed the Commissar surrounding a man. "What you see here is the esteemed Commissar surrounding the man responsible for the Elysium drug. The cause for the chain reaction of disasters that happened in this city! More foul magicks have dragged him through a sort of portal into another dimension fighting no doubt horrors beyond mental reasoning!" The commander spoke.

"And sir, how blind you are to the suffering of others. Your nephews may be alive due to the Godess but how about the thousands of others! What about the kids with no family anymore! With no family to watch them, someone such as us has too. And we have faced the Aschen before! And we rather fight the normal powers of this universe! You have not seen anything we have faced! Have you stared an abomination that corrupts reality from it just existing! Have you watch as your allies go mad and rip the guts of your fellow soldiers and begin wearing their skins! Have you served on the front against a race that eats entire planets of all life no matter how strong a defense you mount! We have served the front in that a few years we would have super passed your skill and knowledge. The horrors we face pale to the Aschen! And here you all stand, ignorant to the greater powers that slowly rise once again!"

"If you all wish to point as us, and continue to insist that we have not known war and sacrifice...You are all dead wrong, we are no strangers to death! But we are here to prevent high amounts of death! You want to see Cain himself! Head to the election like civilized beings! There you will find out who's head is up who's ass!" The commander spoke remaining calm like the entire battalion.

A man approached from the transit network of the city with someone whispering what was heard into his ear from Jinhai quietly watching news broadcasts of the parade with nervous eyes glancing at them. They passed on through Ductu the ruckus starting at the gate. The bombastic imperial Cain had his good points he supposed though he'd clearly been too long accustomed to power. The same could be said about himself in some respects. He needed to be out more in the public eye the old habit of hiding behind a desk died with the disease that trapped him there for what felt like forever. After some consulting with Ductu and a lot of data collection he tracked down where the Jinhai had created their form of morgue. Hideous to look at but their goals were in the right place. There were a great many people still in beds down there and the black robed creatures weren't a kind to announce their business unless you bothered to ask. So he asked. After several days collating identification profiles what data he had was on his datapad. Some of the bodies had extensive damage and lost a lot of identifying features. Until the Jinhai had enough parts to finish rebuilding the people so they could talk they'd just be John Does. He was going to look into them a little further to try and pick out more before igniting a fervor of hopefuls around the Jinhai's underground 'warehouse' but it had to come out eventually.

The man's hardsuit made little but a thin scuff as he walked light carefully tended hair bouncing in the busy air. The clothes were ever immaculate from Ductu cleaning them continuously. He had a few sets of different decorative bits for different occasions but his normal blues looked quite well on him he thought. The instant he wasn't trapped behind a desk managing finance and organizing jobs he put himself together physically. He didn't keep servants, his father called them a 'moral hazard', tending himself perfectly well as Ductu was more his second. You paid a good man for his labor and thanked him for the effort. It made him less visible in the public eye but those that recognized him he looked at with a smile while making his way toward the old man with just grievances.

A glove that felt like soft-leather set on the the one who had lost his whole family, "Bristol Stacks, looking for me I hear? I'm afraid I don't come from a place familiar with the public eye. Too long behind a desk I fear but I try to break old habits. I've been busy tracking down a place of sanctuary built by the hooded silent fellows moving around lately. I came when I heard about the parade's little meeting."

He offered the man the tablet of names hair shifting with his head to favor one side glancing questioningly at Cole, "As much as I love a good meeting of the... pajamas? Ah, minds, rather? Business before pleasure. I don't suppose you recognize any of the names or faces here?"

He raised an eyebrow at possible eavesdroppers saying louder, "And I pushed it on Civ-net. Just ask the Jinhai if you recognize one. They don't bite they just don't talk, hmm?"

Many of the faces were covered in a thin luminous webbing that looked rather like frosted webbing but the faces were all intact if some with new scars and a missing eye or two. Jinhai apparently couldn't fix heads that got pounded too hard but eventually ran out of... spare parts. He paid the sleepers respect to not take full-body shots. Many in the warehouse were just too weak to move as vast rekindling drained them of personal energies to rematerialize the joins. Once Jinhai had been given a sense of medicine they just set up a ward and cared for the recovering patients themselves. Some of the EMTs knew where the place was and dropped by when resources were scarce. Few realized what the industrious builders had been expanding below the disused boarded up warehouse on main street. Jinhai were seen to congregate there but Jinhai weren't that interested in lighting and dark holes weren't too inviting.

Mr. E loved parades! They were usually so much fun, and he got to meet all sorts of wonderful people and shake all sorts of hands. For that reason, he cheerfully walked, his wife, equally rotund though certainly more human in appearance, rode in the mayoral vehicle. Unfortunately, it seemed like something had cropped up. Curiosity brought the man, dressed in a polo shirt and khaki slacks, up to the front, leaving his designated spot to see what had happened.
“Oh dear.” He murmured taking it in. He stepped up, and spoke first to the imperial commander. “Hello! I’m Mayor Mr. E, and I couldn’t help overhearing the problem. If you speak with the police department, we have excellent mages on staff who specialize on retrieving people pulled to other dimensions. Wing City problems, you know?” He laughed at this. “ho, ho ho! You get rather used to it. Student mages let their magic out of control, and of course, we’ve got more than one ley line in our esteemed city! I’m afraid we’re rather a magic hot spot! Ho ho!”

He offered a wide smile to all of them. “And I’m sure that the Terran National Government, who I’m sure must of coordinated your defense of our lovely planet, would be thrilled to see you all so fired up about the defense of our only Space port! Unfortunately, you must be aware that special permits are required for military parades involving foreign forces yes?” He said, concern clear. “I’m afraid I don’t recall seeing any come across my desk.”

Still, he managed a smile to the other candidates. “I look forward to the race! Why, competition is the best sort of thing for Wing City! And of course, I’d be happy to advice the winner, should I lose, about some of the more wild eccentricities or our city! Especially how to deal with some of the insurance companies, and which construction companies can be trusted to rebuild quickly, and with quality product!” He worked hard on ensuring low insurance rates, despite the high disaster levels of the city, and on finding the faster quality construction companies around.

"What in Larkson's name is all that racket...?"

A fluffy pink cloud floated above Wing City like a lazy balloon on a summer day. The cloud glistened under the midday sun like powdered sugar, yet its shadows were thick like traces of ink over a pink canvas. It bobbed in the sky for a moment like a lure on the surface of a pond. Metallic creaking, like springs, disturbed the fragile peace of the empty sky.

A brown hoof extended and draped itself over the side of the cloud. It was followed by a bear's paw that gripped the edge and pulled up a very bemused goat's head. Discord scowled, biting his lower lip with his single overbit tooth, and huffed a cloud of icy steam that dislodged his yellow sleeping cap.

Discord rubbed his bloodshot eyes with a clenched gryphon hand before looking down at the commotion in the city. He blinked - one eye and then the other - as a wad of cobwebs fell out of his ear. His eyes suddenly snapped open, eyelids flapping as they rolled like a pair of overexcited blinds, and his yellow nightcap fluttered off into the wind to blind some poor bicyclist.

"Oh, look!" Discord grinned ear to ear, "Something's finally happening down there. About bloody time. I've been getting a horrid kink in my back.

The draconequuis stood up on his cloud. His hoof and reptilian leg easily found traction against the puffy substance, and he stretched his mismatched limbs towards the sky. He let out a great yawn and twisted his back a grand total of negative one hundred and thirty seven i degrees bi-clockwise. Discord winced as his spine made a convincing impression of fireworks display before he floated into the air and allowed his lower half to spin into place.

"Ohhh yeah..." he sighed. "That hit the spot. Now, let's see what we have here..."

Discord snapped his fingers and sent his fuzzy yellow pajamas giftwrapped to a balor in the lower planes (addressed from a rival pit fiend, of course) before floating down to the cloud. He snapped his neck and a hurricane somewhere transformed into a cannibalistic butterfly. The draconequuis finally reached up, grabbed his eye, and extended it out like a telescope.

"Ich, politics." he spat the word, which promptly flew off into the stratosphere. "Not my favorite brand of chaos, but it has potential. I'm sure I can spice things up a bit..."

Discord rubbed his paw and talons together as his reptilian tail swept across the cloud. It left a state-of-the-art sound board in its wake with a score and three pi buttons, knobs, and thingamajigs that not even he knew the purpose of, but that was part of the fun, wasn't it?

He plopped down on a granite chair, pulled on a pair of headphones, popped open a bag of cheetos, and cackled madly!

Discord twisted a few knobs, and a moment later the Imperial Commander's voice would slowly rise in pitch as if the a steady supply of helium was introduced into his breathing space.

Right next to a woman with bewitching and beguiling beauty appeared chuckling as she watched the Imperium's Guardsman voice enter realms of Falsetto, "It's a start certainly. But I think we require a little more, finesse. Your talents are certainly humorous, but I think you are missing something, being you have made the Imperium Speaker such a fantastic Soprano, how about he sings everything!" turning to the Chaotic being she immediately targeted the speaker with this jinx and at once everytime he spoke, he would only sing and combined with the falsetto tone to his voice, it was causing a rather humorous result." nodding she smirked, "As I said Dear Discord, finesse, you provided the voice, I provide the music!"

The now thoroughly soused protestor snorted then laughed loudly. "How are we supposed *hic* to take a guy seriously *hic* who sounds like he's got his family jewels stuck *hic* in a meat grinder?" he said to no one in particular as he passed out. The near constant hangovers wouldn't be half as painful as all this mudslinging.

"What in the name of the emperor!" The Imperial commander spoke as his voice grew it pitch. What sorcery was this!? Turning to another soldier he was now the next person to speak to the crowd as the two sides continued to exchange verbal fire.

"Um...greetings Mayor Mr. E, we of the Imperium wish for this event to be a success. We look forward to this election and everyone's participation sir. Unfortanantly our commander is currently...having something strange going on with him but we look forward to the victor of this election. May the Emperor watch over us all, and let us hope everything is safe. Even with our increased security we are taking the best of caution to ensure not only the canidites, but for the civilians in this city. As for the parade sir...think of this as the way to show the city that the Wing City elections are now underway..." The soldier spoke before turning to the crowd.

The man soon continued the verbal war against the protesters while the commander was still busy wondering what warp sorcery was going on here. "By the Emperor...whatever has done this is going to pay..."

Nefertari looked down at the city as she continued to heal Otto "Looks like someone is not to happy with you guys."


Meanwhile down in the street someone yelled "Fuck your Emperor! All hail the Liberation!" Soon it became a chant as the protesters moved closer to the Imperiums troops shouting and screaming insults of the vilest sort.


"Someone really don't like you guys at all" Nefertari added watching the chaos below from the shuttle.

Cole's eyes were directed to his attire, and with a low grumble he let out "Oh, right. Hold on." and with a tap of a wand he pulled out he returned his clothing to the usual look. Armor, gloves, the whole shabang.

"Now then, where were we?"

Glancing up, everything was growing more hectic by the second. What...how? Why? Letting out a small sigh Cole spoke into the microphone. "Well, this is certainly interesting but uhm...this is a lot of chaos and I can't quite keep up with all of this. Tight schedule and all. I'll be around at the elections. Vote! Vote for me. Have a nice parade!" With that, Cole used another wand to teleport himself away.

I sit with my back against the arch and look around. I wonder what this new city would bring to my life

"Gods it looks like hell down there" stated Priestess as her fleet of medivac dropships approached Solinus City.

"Damn outsiders..." Muttered a TLA trooper.

"They can kill themselves for all I care we have to get these people out."

"Ma'am we don't have enough..."

"Then we take more trips we are Terra's protectors and today we fucking prove it! For Terra! For the Liberation!"

The dropships descended from the sky flanked by gunships for defense. "Scan for life signs as soon as you find civies land and secure them quickly troopers will cover the medics don't let those bastards take anymore of our people." Ordered Priestess as she watched her ships desend.

About that time a TLA cruiser appeared with a squadron of viking fighters "The general sent us to cover you ma'am we got your backs"

"Thank the Gods now let's get to work."

Draco's tail engaged the Warden, likely easily overpowering and defeating the undead Armor again and again, as it lacked a learning mind. From Draco's body flew millions of Duradaeden swords, clones of the two that Draco used in his human form. Coursing with Draconian Lightning, which was proven to penetrate even the Emperor's Armor. The Swords would be used to try and overwhelm and pin down the Warden, where the Shadows would boil to live beneath the armor and try to drag it down to the Abyss, where the corruption would spread, regardless of holy intentions.

A gurgling roar was heard as Draco's throat, one of the softest parts of his Draconian body, was pierced by the Emperor's blade, snarling, the wound oozed pure Shadow, black sludge. "Your own power destroys your body, and you claim to be an All-Powerful Emperor..." Draco's claw, which was previously assaulted by the undead, unbroken Warden, the scales merely scratched and cracked, albeit still bleeding from the damage, moved to back-hand the Emperor lightning fast before the Massive Dragon reared up onto his haunches again, numerous ships from the Terran Liberation Army lLamming into his body and exploding on impact, those that survived would find absolutely nothing left of the city, the multiple salvos of the Drakon had left the city nothing but a series of 90-Meter deep craters, and Draco's Shadow Burial Spell had deprived the area of any life entirely.

The TLA was much too late to do anything of use.

His throat rumbled and the Emperor's sword pulsed out, pushed by the Magic within Draco's body as the wound began to seal itself, the black sludge hardening and pulling the skin back together. Darkness blackened the area around Draco as it then was pulled to his maw, which glowed with unholy retribution.He slammed down on his front legs and lowered his head as if he were about to hurl something from his belly onto the field of battle, and then slowly, opened his mouth. A small, Black ball with a White outline floated out of his maw and hovered there.

The Dragon then Flapped his great wings once, causing Sonic Booms and wind disturbances for the next two square miles around him, and hopped about two Kilometers away from the ball, which then drastically expanded.



Spreading out for a Kilometer and a half was a great orb of Shadowfire so pure that not even Draco would be able to survive it for longer than a few seconds. The Sheer Darkness one saw looking into it was enough to make any above-normal man Hallucinate vividly as its mind tries to comprehend what it can, or in this instance, cannot see. The Ground would be left un touched, but everything above it would be disintegrated without pause nor mercy.

Folding his wings back agaisnt his body, Draco decided it was time to take his leave. Soon, his entire body turned into the black Sludge of pure Shadow, and would collapse in on itself like melting chocolate. As it did so, the Magic would seep into the ground, like water into the dry ground of the desert, and vanish completely, the sky beginning to clear, revealing nothing but a desolate wasteland filled with Death.