Cybran stories

[Tank Emperor]

((Gonna be kinda like Verseship by Baneling but more Cybran and Nation based.))

Somewhere on the Western Fringe,
1500 hours local time


David swallowed as he stood onboard the Transporter, the Hydra, and with a soft smile, looked over to the crew on the command bridge. He leaned back into the command throne on the bridge, his hair running over his face with one red light in place where his right eye would be, from his times in the military. He ran his hand over his face, rubbing the scars which ran down his face. His blue left eye looked at the control screens, looking at the massed information. He stood up slowly, watching the screens as he quickly walked towards the glass windows looking out into deep space. He gulped, planting his hands on the railing, carefully looking back as he crew stared at their screens, all robots linked to the systems computer.
“What is wrong daddy?” Came a small, soft female voice coming from the door. He turned to look at the doorway, but there was nothing there. He glanced around quickly, starting to panic before looking out the window with a groan.
“Daddy! Don’t let them hurt me! Please daddy!” Came a scream. He glanced in the general direction, his hand going to his pistol. His eyes darted around, watching the robots at the computers and with a grunt he declared himself that he needed to get some sleep.
“System checking… Red Alert, fleet nearby, fleet nearby!” Came through the system’s speakers as the alarm lights started to flare up, the room filling with red light. He swallowed, running to the command throne in order to look at the incoming fleet. Surely the Cybran Navy couldn’t be out this far, could it?
Suddenly there was a great explosion within the lower decks of the ships, the shielding generator destroyed in the impact. He swallowed, unarmed. The ship was carrying weapons for battleships, not having weapons itself. He grunted and with a second explosion the ship burst apart, the ion drives causing a further explosion. He let out a scream as the flames engulfed him but it stopped within milliseconds, just leaving ash in the deep depths of space.
++ Transmission received,
Scouts report enemy civilization.
End of Transmission ++

Cybrax System,
Combined Defence fleet sets off for a military parade

The Cybran Emperor swallowed, stroking his thin, chalky white beard, his dull grey eyes watched the entire crew of the HDS Resnao as they readied for the parade, being visible from the planet surfaces. He took his walking cane, pulling himself onto his feet as he padded towards the windows, his feet taking small steps for such a height of a man. The computer inside his head doing complex calculations while his brain was thinking about the Generals and how they would react. He smirked softly, glancing around after coming to a final conclusion about the Generals and how they would react.
"Systems ready, going in to start the parade. Creating link with ground control nineteen." Came a voice on the speakers. He turned to face his generals and such while the speakers continued to pump out voices and how the ship was moving in to start the parade.
"Now, I have diplomatic people down there with a number of Nation's leaders that we have still to form alliances with. This military parade is to show off the might piece of military that we own. I want the best of the best down there, Understand?" The Emperor smiled, his voice thick and heavy with his old age. "I wish my son who is next in line to have a proper empire where the other Nations like him for who he is and what he can do to protect them from both each other, and the Old Order."
There was a vast nod of heads from both the diplomatic members and the military members of that meeting, before he spoke again, "Go and make the Cybran Gods proud of who we are."