Men groaned in the relentless heat of the desert planet. In full battle gear they were a sight to behold, and their guns made them both exciting and intimidating at the same time. On each of their over one hundred thousand vests was the single letter V, emblazoned in golden thread over the kevlar.
One man collapsed, probably from heatstroke. The rest ignored him and moved on. Soon a line of heavy artillery cannons came into view, dust and sand sifting around their foundations. The group of soldiers merged with another group of soldiers coming from the side, and together they massed into a super-army at least five thousand strong. Hums and rumbles suggested huge tanks moving into place behind the military. Even louder hums and rumbles suggested that battle cruisers were moving a mile above the ground towards the field. The noises stopped. Everyone held their breaths.
The landscape in front of them was pockmarked, battle-scarred, and littered with massive boulder fragments. Even farther away, rock spires jutted in the ferocious sunlight.
Then, out of this alien landscape, came the sight of nightmares. An infinite swathe of black-clad killers marched slowly out of the orange storm. They were followed by a hundred heavy supertanks, black, jagged-looking machines. Behind those monstrosities was a planet-crushing wall, a wall floating on what seemed like an unending row of turbolifts, drifting lazily across the sands to enact carnage on the enemy. And far, far above those were clouds upon clouds of heavy war machines, their planet-sized bulks casting a thick black shadow on all of the proceedings on the surface.
Thus, the war of Robloxia began.
This is that story.
