Elisha Whitcomb's Story

"Sir! We have additional enemy reinforcements; Six hundred vessels, they outnumber us fifty to one!" The XO Called out, as the sounds of alarms filled the CIC of the Reverence II.

Whitcomb grit her teeth as the red icons flitted onto the tactical display, but she was confident in the abilities of her men, the abilities of her ship, and most of all, the vast technological gulf between her own ships, and the enemy ships.

Whitcomb considered the tactical scenario briefly, before picking up the receiver. "Undying Storm, Flash of Steel, form up in standard escort formation." The woman said, signalling the two Hastati class cruisers that were providing covering fire for the Reverence II.

"Unwavering Guard, Valiant Lustre, form up the rear!" She called out, dissemenating the positions through holographic projection.

Four Hastati class cruisers formed up in rectangular formation to provide overlapping long-range fields of fire, while three Athena class cruisers, the Concordia, Nereis, and the Armata formed up in a triangular position near the rear of the Reverence II.

Twelve ships poised in a defensive position, providing overlapping fields of fire as the enemy ships opened fire.

When the Militia warships fired on the Aschen vessels, their ordinance would seem to strike true, but to little effect as each round, each laser, bullet, missile, all seemed to strike a milky white barrier that engulfed the Aschen ships, the barrier flared a brilliant white with each weapon impact, and it showed no signs of wavering.

"Shields are holding..." Colonel Ronson reported. "All ships report minimal damage."

"Targets acquired!" The Tactical officer called out.

The Reverence II Shook slightly, shuddering from the latest weapon impact.

"Serve me her head on a plate!" Whitcomb called out. "Eliminate them, no survivors!"

The ship shook again, it's shields flaring a brilliant white.

It was the Aschen's turn now, and Whitcomb intended to capitalize on the opportunity. "Their ships are small, and fast, we'll hit them with area denial! All batteries salvo fire!"

Locking onto the Militia's fighter craft, the massive Reverence II adjusted it's pitch slightly, exposing all seven-hundred and fifty ventral Turbo-disruptor batteries, each battery sporting two individual cannons that discharged roughly the equivalent of sixty one thousand five hundred and four terajoules of energy, or fourteen point seven megatons of TNT. (For reference, an average yield nuclear bomb is approximately one hundred and fifty kilotons. One Megaton is one thousand kilotons.) Each turbo disruptor impact was more than capable of obliterating most smaller vessels, especially if they lacked sophisticated shield technology, and thick armor.

The batteries opened fire, slinging a dazzling display of brilliant green streaks of light towards the Militia's fighters, a display they would likely not survive as the withering salvo of Aschen weapons fire would likely obliterate each of the Battle-fighters in a single hit, blasting apart hull and liquefying the crew inside.

The Hastati class cruisers formed up a second volley, centering each of their own heavy batteries on the remaining militia fighters, saturating the velvety blackness with dazzling displays of brilliant green, orange, and a multitude of other colors.

The wave of fighter craft came next, gargantuan ventral bays sliding back under the Reverence II, thousands of fighters began to pour fourth, Raptor Talons, Apollos, Prowlers, and Century bombers poured fourth into the abyss, swarming into individual squadrons, engaging the Militia fighters in brutal dogfights within the blackness of space.

The Planet wouldn't be spared either, as the Hastati class cruisers gunned their engine through the thick of battle, throwing up thick explosive flak fields that threatened to devour any Militia fighter that dared to get too near.

The Valiant Lustre, and the Flash of Steel were the first to position themselves in orbit above the Militia formations, they bore their guns down, and began to fire; they would bathe Blackrock in fire if they had too.

"All ships forward! We will not yield to these pigs!"
Ashia directed her soldiers back at the Militia, commanding them and trying her best to keep them from harm even as the surgeons worked on removing the bullet lodged in her leg. She grit her teeth through the pain as she spoke.
"T5 through 8, on your left! T6 barrel roll now!" These words would hopefully warn the Militian battle-fighters of incoming enemies or missiles.
A small part of her had already lost hope. It knew that the Aschen fleet had too many ships, with too advanced weaponry, and that it was unlikely that they would win. Her more faithful part shoved those thoughts down. Her men counted on her.
She could only hope they would live to see the rising sun.

* * *

"Quickly! Into that cave!" Shouted Sara. The group ran for a small cave opening, only big enough for them to squeeze through and not the surface-cruisers hot on their trail.
They slipped into the cave opening, and went behind a small ridge. Ara was breathing heavily. Abraxas looked a bit dazed; he'd been running for a while.
Suddenly, something clanked down and rolled over to them, and Sara could hear the surface-cruiser speeding away. They all stared at the object.
It was a grenade.
Quick as lightning, Abraxas snatched up the grenade and tossed back outside the cave, where it soon exploded. The ground shuddered, but fortunately there was no cave-in.
"Nice reflexes," Ara remarked.
"Thankssss. When you live on the sssstreet, you ssssoon learn that it'ssss kind of a necessssssssity."

Lillith looked at the two large ships firing down towards the surface. A cold feeling sweeping through her. She had a contact here that she was supposed to meet. The Shifters were getting ready to make a move. "Sigh. Why do I always end up in these situations?" She muttered to herself before turning to her attention to a quick search she picked out the largest cannon she could find in a spot that suited her purposes. Dashing across the surface of The Reverence and placed her hand against it. Establishing a link with it and Hijacking it for a moment to turn it on several other batteries and hopefully blow some stuff up "If this doesn't get their attention then I don't know what will."

Having said that she let it fire a few shots at the bridge before letting go and allowing it to hit whatever it happened to wind up pointed at then made a dash to the underside of the ship, mag boots keeping her anchored to the surface she was running on, She made good time. taking only about 45 seconds to thunder her way to the underside and find the place the fighters were pouring out of .

Stopping for a moment to pull a small black cube from a pocket in her suit, Lillith pressed it to her helmets visor began shouting something that was swallowed up by the vacuum of space around her and then tossing it away from the ship. She looked down at the large open hatch in front of her and, Taking a deep breath. She plunged into the belly of the beast . 'Leida better have the sense to get out of here while she can, we can't afford to lose her.'

Now, hundreds of C.O.R.e detachments were marching all across the desert. A detachment had unluckily heard the explosion and went to the cave. This C.O.R.e detachment had 30 version 1 Soldier bots and 4 Engineer bots all equiped with anti-organism blasters. The C.O.R.e surrounded the cave and then with a loud boom, a dark synthetic male voice started. "Organism scum, exit the natural forming, that you call a cave. Come out now and you will be killed quickly and efficiently. You will also have the honor of being studied on. Or, you could be killed the preferred way that you organism-scum like. With 'Honor'?" The robot made a crackle sound with glee. "I 'love' the curious way Organic's minds think."

"Holy sssshit, what the hell?!" Abraxas whispered sharply. He was panicking. It wasn't that he was cowardly, oh no - it took a great deal of bravery to be a criminal on Blackrock. He just really valued living. The maniacal glee in whatever stood outside frightened him to his core. It was... unnatural.
Sara was quiet. She was thinking. Her stasis ability... it was one of her two psionic abilities. It allowed her to keep her body in a trance which protected her from any harm short of complete and utter annihilation - like a black hole, for example. She could do it to other people, but it drained her quite a lot.
According to that strange robot, it was either die or die. So, she had nothing to lose.
"Guys." She whispered. "Huddle up."
Abraxas and Ara huddled up near Sara. She took a deep breath, then froze.

* * *

From the C.O.R.e unit's point of view, there would be only silence.

Leida was getting the heck out of here, Hugging the ground as she glanced up at the chaos in the sky while she headed to the opposite side of the planet. She saw some of those robots that attacked earlier surrounding a cave and, Feeling a bit vindictive she nudged her trajectory for a run above them. doing a quick drive by strafing run with the singular weapon her craft had, A 40mm chaingun. Dropping a line of fire on these inferior robots before disappearing into the distance as she made her way to the other side of the planet and left using the celestial body as a visual cover, The craft disappearing with it's jump drive.

"Loss report Unit-89459?" Screeched one of the Engineer bot in binary . "Only 13 mangled bodies and your damaged central processor" Another Engineer bot screeched back. "Enter the natural forming and wait for that 'Shell' to dissipate. 15 Soldier bots went in and surrounded the shell, taking out heavy anti-organic blasters and aiming ready to fire.

"This is Unit-38453, we have been attacked from the air, confirming a heavy bombardment on all organics."

****

The C.O.R.e Angel decender roared to life and opened it's chest allowing hundreds to pour out and destroy any organics that it could about 71% of the Space charges went against the Aschen Empire and whatever was left, went after the Militia fighters.

Sara had been prepared to keep her stasis going for an hour, maybe two. She'd only needed it for under a minute.
The trio stared at the wreckage of robotic parts. They were speckled with so many bullet holes it had looked like the things had switched their paint job to "polka dots". Abraxas noticed something in the ground. He knelt down and picked it up. A bullet, the type that would come from a chain or machine gun. The plot thickens, he thought bemusedly.
The girl, Ara, started carefully cutting off the weakened parts of the robots and storing them in the large pack she wore on her back. When Abraxas inquired about what she was doing, she explained that her family collected scrap and made gear out of it. She would take this home and study it.
"Yeah, but how are we gonna get home!?" Abraxas fretted.
"My Sand-Trekker 90 is a little ways over west. We're not too far from it now." She paused as the others stared at her. "What? Where did you think we were running anyways?"
"Uhh, anywhere away from thosssse Militian mofos?"
"It doesn't matter," stated Sara matter-of-factly. She was a bit tired, but not much compared to how much she would have been if she'd kept the stasis going for an hour or more. "We're sitting ducks out here. Ara, if you've got a vehicle, then let's get the hell out of here in it."
A couple minutes of walking would take them there. It was a well-worn but sturdy Sand-Trekker, an all-terrain vehicle suited to the rough-and-tumble land of Blackrock. They hopped in and sped away from the battle.

* * *

"We're being attacked on two fronts, ma'am!" Squawked the lieutenant through the hologram. "By the Aschen, and by some strange and apparently life-form hating-"
The soldier was cut off as an explosion blasted through his battle-fighter, cutting off the transmission. Attacking the Aschen was hard enough; but now they faced an enemy on two fronts?!
Ashia pressed hard on the speaker button. "All war-fighters, form a defensive barricade between us and those newcomers. Everyone else, fire everything you've got!!!"

* * *

The C.O.R.e units would soon find themselves cut off from the Militia by a bastion of War-fighters. These mammoth ships were great in defense, and extremely hard to penetrate. They would wear away at and keep the robots distracted while the Battle-fighters whittle down the numbers of the Aschen Empire. The Aschen would soon find themselves hard-pressed.

Lillith landed inside the hangar with a harsh rumbling impact before making a dash for the nearest armed person, Kicking them in the gut and relieving them of their gun whatever it may be she quickly turned and scanned for any other armed personnel, taking a few experimental shots to get the feel for her current gun before aiming at the nearest other person with a gun and aiming to shoot them in both shoulder joints to hopefully disable them non-lethally. She charged them and If successful would grab them by the throat using them as a live shield to dash to the nearest hallway and get out of the open. Leaving them at the start of the hallway and continuing on while outside the black cube she'd tossed sent a subspace signal to the nearest vanguard patrol with an urgent message for Dawn.

The Angel decender opened up it's 2 side ports letting out about 120 drop ships carrying Engineer bots landing onto, and attaching itself onto the mammoth ships and started ripping and drilling into the ships.


****

On the surface, Behemoths class C.O.R.e were tearing through cities, filled with innocents or not. The only 'survivor' would be the occasional robot, but if it fought back, swarms of Soldier bots would eventually end the bot's traitor life.

Whenever the C.O.R.e was done in the towns, cities, or buildings, the always exploded it. They have cleared out about 13 towns so far.

The Engineer bots were to smart for these organics, they had 2 options, repair themselves and take the ship, or self-destruct, and take down the ship permanently. They waited for more to more come for that though.

Soldier bots were now arriving and even a smaller, but still very large Behemoth landed onto the ship, coming in and destroying the sensors with low-level EMP gernades that did not effect the C.O.R.e since they were on the same frequency, but would disable any thing electronic inside. The Behemoth crawled threw and instantly tore through any resistance at that breach, while constantly updating the other C.O.R.e on the dangers on the inside. Inside this certain Behemoth, at its core, it had a Thermo-Nuke, which could easily tear the ship from all the test done, drilling into it and finding what material it was, the new Engineers drilled into it easily with their equipment

****

For the Aschen Empire, C.O.R.e was hammering the ship with hundreds of Space charges and blowing holes into the ship

****

The C.O.R.e took pity on the Militia, weak organics probably didn't even know hat was coming, The Angel decender decided to give the Militia a chance to back out and leave this planet for the C.O.R.e

The Angel sent a transmission and its appearance was horrifying, it was a bleeding heart of a human, that every time it talked, was pulled apart and bled, with mechanical parts sticking in and out of it, it would at least make a few of the organics sick. "Hello Organics called the 'Militia', we give you a chance to leave, but will not stop slaughtering you'r people till you do leave. Decide quickly. And don't try to say "No we will not stop fighting for our glory" Or "we go down with the ship", we know you Organics only desire is to live no matter the cost. Decide or die." And with that the transmission ended.

As the battle ovver Blackrock unfolded between these new, unidentified forces, and the Militia. The Aschen made the decision to hang back, opting to engage stragglers as they approached Aschen formations, but to otherwise allow the battle to proceed between these new CORE entities and the Militia relatively unmolested.

Whitcomb watched the displays in silence, as holographic projections zoomed, bobbed, and weaved about the planet, along with Aschen starfighter formations, and the two Hastati cruisers that positioned themselves in high orbit.

Blackrock was an Aschen planet, and Whitcomb had a duty to defend it.


“Sir... Militia forces have retreated, and we’ve completed our analysis of these unknown entities, they seem to be mechanical in nature.” Lieutenant Sorrels, the Tactical officer reported, as he handed the dataslate off towards the Admiral.

“Very good, prepare an Electronics package, and move into position to retake the planet, We’ll signal for reinforcements and move swiftly.” Whitcomb said calmly, only to be notified of a mallfunction along a bank of Turbodisruptor batteries.

“What’s this?” She asked, zooming in onto the projection of the ship, highlighting the malfunctioning weapons emplacements that Lilith was attempting to Hijack.

She would manage to get a couple shots off, but there was no actual bridge for her to shoot at, and seemingly without warning, the weapons emplacements shut down.

When she made her way towards the Hangar bay, she would have to force her way through a pair of rather large blast doors before finding any soldiers.

The massive Reverence II shuddered as it began to move, engines humming to life as the Aschen formation began to consolidate their position.

CORE Units were highlighted, and the Aschen ships began broadcasting malicious code on hijacked frequencies in an attempt to interfere with the synthetics functioning and communication.

The pair of Hastati cruisers began to adjust their position, targeting the Angel descender below, before they opened fire, pummeling it with withering amounts of sustained turbodisruptor fire.

The Aschen were starting to make their move.

The C.O.R.e would laugh if they could but of course they couldn't, so they opted for the next best thing, killing the attackers. They sent out thousands of their Space charges, circling on the Aschen ships, vastly moving in. Whatever the EMPs did hit, stopped only momentarily, before starting to move again. Luckily for the Thousands of turrets, soldiers and engineers, the Aschen did not realize that they were not powered by electricity, but rather a substance that powered them, but they did stop orders from coming in, which was irritating, but since they were large in numbers, they figured it out pretty much.

***

Back on Blackrock, they swept land, 97% done with anti-ship turrets. They had reached the home. They knocked on The door, aiming their guns at the door to be sure they weren't to be attacked, when the giant lady opened the door, they lowered them since she had no visible, and they did not detect any metal on her. "Hello ma'm. This unit's number is 89342369. I am C.O.R.e. We pose no threat to you, as you pose no threat to us. You'r ID number is...8487. We see you have other Organics. Show us them." As the giant lady showed the C.O.R.e Sara and Abraxis to the C.O.R.e, they did not recognize them, and detected no threat from them. "Your ID is 8673, and you, Female, Your ID is 8489. Onto the topic though"

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The C.O.R.e soldier "stared" at them "We are the new faction that owns this planet. Here is a tablet for you to study our society and way of... 'life'. We will not harm you if you follow our rules. 1. Your jobs are now scrappers and searchers for ores on this planet. you may keep 70% of what you find to keep, as it is the new currency on this planet. We are here to find resources and controlling this place is the easiest way to do so. The 30% that you may not keep is tax. You are allowed to leave this planet and come back since you are native to it. You will be provided with new homes and food. If you wish to stay here, you are allowed to. We believe in fairness. Do not take this as weakness." The C.O.R.e glared at Sara, who would be the most trouble here. "In other ways though, life will be un-touched by us, but their will be a usual searching to make sure everything is fine.

Despite all the chaos going in, and around Blackrock between Gavax's Empire, and the CORE, the Aschen forces stationed within the system maintained a valiant defense against the onslaught from the CORE units.

Aschen shields flared brightly, while weapons fire from their warships dazzled the blackness of the Blackrock System.

"Sitrep..." Admiral Whitcomb demanded, while staring out at the three-dimensional projection of the system before her.

"We're holding, but we've got cruisers reporting damage, shields are failing aboard the Valiant Lustre.. we're holding... but we're losing our grip... we've got good news though; an affirmative response from fleet." The Lieutenant reported, while passing the report over to the Admiral for her consideration.

"These aliens have us in an effective stalemate, we don't have the firepower to push forward." Whitcomb added, growling at the results of the report.

Her own ship had taken quite the beating, but the behemoth shields of the Reverence II were able to weather even the mightiest attacks that CORE Could dish out.

---

The Small floatilla of Aschen vessels pushed forward, engaging Core Warships that strayed too close; unlike the Militia, the Aschen Empire was a powerful adversary, and it would soon show.

Hundreds of additional contacts winked into existence, Aschen warships of various stripe, and class began to wink in, one by one.

The Command Carrier 'Pride of Langara' followed suit, flashing in roughly 150,000km starboard of the Reverence II. Admiral Montrose offered a rather cocky grin.

"Looks like you need a hand, Whitcomb." The Young woman hailed, while bringing up her own displays to target the CORE ships in view.

"All frag cannons target enemy warships, full charge!" Montrose bellowed, as the Command Carrier lurched forward, unleashing a heavy barrage of school-bus sized ferric tungsten slugs at the nearest CORE Ship, likely breaking it in two and tearing it to pieces.

Tens of thousands of Aschen starfigters emerged from their respective carriers, aided by the hundreds of imperial Aegis cruisers that provided dense flak fields to make life difficult for the machine armies, these were supplemented by a literal warm of Furie class drones that began emerging from the several dozen Troy class robotics cruisers.

Montrose began plotting the tactical scenario, with evened odds and Aschen ships jumping in all across the field, she hailed the Reverence II.

"Whitcomb, Pride Actual... we'll cover your approach, intiate planetary assault procedures and prepare to land boots on the ground; I'll take out what looks like a central command and control node..." Montrose said, pulling up the Core Angel Descender on her Tactical displays.

"Alright fleet! Check your targets, watch the crossfire; Little bastards up front, big ones in back." Montrose hailed.

The Tides would turn soon.

---

Acknowledging the order, Whitcomb nodded over towards her Helm and tactical officers.

"Full foreward thrust, power to all batteries, target closest enemy ships first, fleet's going to clear us a path to begin landing procedures... lock and load people! Grav lifts prepare for tactical deployment!" Whitcomb called on the intercom.

The Aschen Reverence II Lurched forward, and began it's move towards Blackrock itself.

The C.O.R.e would not budge, the ships that were destroyed were easily replaced and refitted into the almost litteral wall of ships.

The funny thing to the C.O.R.e was that they haven't even needed back up, this was just the first small deployment, and move of the C.O.R.e, C.O.R.e thought to itself, "I wonder what would happen if we self destructed all the ships, and the recks all at once as the Aschen ships past them. It would certainly damage the enemy." The C.O.R.e decided to try to reason with the Aschen before anything, if they didn't listen well... The Anti-ship guns covering Blackrock, where C.O.R.e was dug into every square mile of the planet.

The C.O.R.e sent a transmission to the Aschen, the same terrifying picture came up when they recieved it

"Hello, I am C.O.R.e, C.O.R.e is willing to make a agreement. C.O.R.e has gotten rid of the scum of Blackrock, The Militia, who, in our view, was very much a terrorist organization. We have clothed the people, given them jobs that benifit the world, and their community, we have given them habital homes, what have you done? Nothing. We only wanted to host this planet temporarily, as we needed glass, but we have recently taken places of our own, through agreements. We no longer need this planet, but we will not watch as free organics, being treated like slaves, as they are not slaves. C.O.R.e's agreement is, that you leave, and we will supply you with troops, and resources. We are more powerful than you think." And with that the C.O.R.e stoped talking, waiting for a response.

The Aschen, in all their arrogance were a clever people, and had the military might of their Empire to back it up.

The data feeds kept coming in, it seemed that the ships they destroyed, were merely being replaced by additional ships, but that didn't deter the Aschen one bit, they were confident in the abilities of their crew, and the abilities of their warships to shrug off, and hold any incoming attack.

The Reverence II continued it's forward pace, shields flaring brightly with renewed vigor as the ship prepared for close battle.

Thousands of Athena Class missile carriers dotting the battlefield positioned themselves for the next phase of the Aschen assault. High-yield Tricobalt ordinance were loaded inside the MIRV payloads of the Aschen Empire's Thunderbolt missile system. A missile system that was seen as by far the most powerful strategic interstellar missile system ever fielded by the Aschen Empire.

At the incoming Core message, Montrose simply scowled, and opted to transmit a terse reply.

"This world is sovereign territory of the United Aschen Empire, you have no right to dictate anything to us, vacate this world at once, or you will be destroyed. We do not negotiate with invaders."

At that moment, an Adjutant handed the Aschen Admiral a clipboard.

"All Athena missile carriers report ready on missile deployment... I'll bring it up on the display."

Montrose turned to her strategic display, massive blue spheres engulfing nearly the entirety of the Core formation.

"Whitcomb... target their command and control ship with the singularity driver."

Admiral Whitcomb stared at the communicator for a moment. She knew that firing the singularity gun at such trajectories ran a fairly large risk of physically destroying the planet.

She paused for what seemed like an eternity, before issuing the order.

"Lieutenant Kestrel... prepare the targeting computer for singularity driver deployment, initiate primary alignment and weapon magnetic supercooling assemblies; commence primary graviton induction."

The Lieutenant offered a crisp salute, and moved to relay the orders.

--

The Aschen Reverence II began to slow, before coming to a complete stop, massive armored panels along it's entire 30km long dorsal structure began to open up, and retract, exposing a wicket cannon assembly, anomalous gravity readings, and spacetime eddies almost immediately followed.

The Aschen Missile cruisers, also prepared their payloads.

Gaining the upper hand, the Aschen fleet continued to press against the machinations that held their world, thousands of ships against the blackdrop of space engaging, and unleashing their fury of munitions against their enemy, this culminated as bright flashes of light in Blackrock's night sky.

But something more urgent grabbed Admiral Whitcomb's attention, an energy spike somewhere on the surface of the planet below.

Gritting her teeth at the sudden spike in detectable slip-space energies, she turned towards the display, and then towards her tactical officer.

"I've got Tachyon emissions coming from the planet..." She hadn't even formulated a viable ground assault, but her eyes were narrowed squarely upon the tactical display. "We need to put boots on the ground, anyway... I want Adepts of War, and Shock Troops in their drop pods and ready for deployment. I want it yesterday!" Whitcomb shouted.

"Admiral! Magnetic temps have reached nominal; primary alignment is complete, and graviton induction is at thirty nine percent, and climbing!"

"Prepare neutronium slug for insertion! Energize gravity compression sleeves!" A Technician called out.

"Neutronium slug removed from gravity envelope, initializing transfer to primary graviton assemblies!" A Second technician confirmed, as his eyes watched the displays.

The air within the Reverence II's CIC was tense with anticipation, the singularity gun had lined up, and the Aschen were preparing to unleash one of their most powerful weapons against the CORE.

---

On the surface

Dozens of dull booms, tremors, and shockwaves filled the cave complex as Aschen forces dropped onto the surface, dozens of orbital drop pods impacting the ground in a cacophony of activity.

Hatches popped in sync from the now landed pods, echoing with audible thuds on the hard, barren desert ground, four men per pod, Aschen marines each and every one of them, along with two-men per pod Adepts of war, whom towered over the soldiers.



Several moments went by, and a dozen heavy pods landed with deafening cracks, gravity decelerators kicking up massive plumes of dust. Inside each pod was a single Myrmidon Heavy Battle Tank, with dozens of pods hitting the ground, the Aschen soldiers of the 4th Armored Company had completed their deployment.

Captain Decurion checked his maps, which were comprised of intense geological scans of the local area. "The Anomaly is here somewhere... readings indicate they were deep underground." The Captain said, while his men gathered around a prefabricated command post that deployed from one of the massive drop pods. It was an entirely self contained, automated, and unfolding command center that could be deployed from orbit to seize quick control of surface targets when Reverence insertion was too dangerous, or unavailable.

"Once the prefab deployes we'll move out, line up the tanks and Second platoon to move on the city here..." The Captain said, pointing to the map. "Third platoon will move into the hills, there's likely cave entrances there... you'll make your way into the caves, and attempt to locate the source of the anomaly... We don't have much room for error here, check your Cuirasse gear, and make sure you're ready for that singularity to drop, because when it does, it's game over for these machines, and the shockwave is going to liquefy your insides unless you're in cover..." The Captain called out.

"We'll have exactly one Millicenton when that cannon's ready to fire; I'll call over comms!"

Gesturing to the horizon, the Captain gave the order.

"Move out!"

Hundreds of Behemoths were there already, accompanied by local forces, soldiers, engineers, and anti-ship guns, which prevented anymore drop pods for landing and started bombarding the enemy ships orbiting the planet. C.O.R.e quickly surronded any ships coming in, and starts bombarding them with hundreds of the easily made Space charges, and starts to tear apart the ships with the engineer bots, when done the ships were made C.O.R.e or used as scraps. "The rascist Aschen Empire will not take the planet" SSome C.O.R.e would say as they fell. The C.O.R.e would not give up to a pro-organic Empire, such as the Aschen's.


The Angel decender finally started to activate. It shot off one of the many weopens. It made a force like a large solar flare. It would destroy anhthing that got close to it, it was shot off at the main ship, the only way it could survive, is if it moves, and even then, it would most likely cause some damage. C.O.R.e then sent 500 space charges behind the flare, and were tasked with chassing and blowing up any thing that had somehow escaped the flare.

Hundreds of Behemoths were there already, accompanied by local forces, soldiers, engineers, and anti-ship guns, which prevented anymore drop pods for landing and started bombarding the enemy ships orbiting the planet. C.O.R.e quickly surronded any ships coming in, and starts bombarding them with hundreds of the easily made Space charges, and starts to tear apart the ships with the engineer bots, when done the ships were made C.O.R.e or used as scraps. "The rascist Aschen Empire will not take the planet" SSome C.O.R.e would say as they fell. The C.O.R.e would not give up to a pro-organic Empire, such as the Aschen's.


The Angel decender finally started to activate. It shot off one of the many weopens. It made a force like a large solar flare. It would destroy anhthing that got close to it, it was shot off at the main ship, the only way it could survive, is if it moves, and even then, it would most likely cause some damage. C.O.R.e then sent 500 space charges behind the flare, and were tasked with chassing and blowing up any thing that had somehow escaped the flare.

Hundreds of Behemoths were there already, accompanied by local forces, soldiers, engineers, and anti-ship guns, which prevented anymore drop pods for landing and started bombarding the enemy ships orbiting the planet. C.O.R.e quickly surronded any ships coming in, and starts bombarding them with hundreds of the easily made Space charges, and starts to tear apart the ships with the engineer bots, when done the ships were made C.O.R.e or used as scraps. "The rascist Aschen Empire will not take the planet" SSome C.O.R.e would say as they fell. The C.O.R.e would not give up to a pro-organic Empire, such as the Aschen's.


The Angel decender finally started to activate. It shot off one of the many weopens. It made a force like a large solar flare. It would destroy anhthing that got close to it, it was shot off at the main ship, the only way it could survive, is if it moves, and even then, it would most likely cause some damage. C.O.R.e then sent 500 space charges behind the flare, and were tasked with chassing and blowing up any thing that had somehow escaped the flare.