I read nearly everyone elses Killzone/ME storys and decided to show half of them how it's actually done. Plus I think the idea has awesome potential and would have been better than ME3 any day.
Oh this is a oneshot so no matter how much pleading I won't write another chapter… please don't plead I hate it when people do that cause I nearly always cave in by the end of it.
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The Return of the Helgast.
50 years after the events of Killzone 3.
Autarch Heinkil stepped into the light surrounding the podium, the ornate object draped with the Helghast Triad, fluttered gently like the much larger versions that hung from the vast flags that hung from above the platform he stood upon, while a slight wind caused his field grey great coat to flap in the wind.
He took another two steps towards the podium and grasped the sides, looking out into the audience of half a million soldiers, of all branches of the Helghast military, eagerly awaiting the speech that will send them forth to correct a great injustice.
"Sons and Daughters of Helgan." He began, everyone's unswerving attention, hundreds of thousands of orangey red goggles unblinking focused on him. He sighed and continued on with a downcast tone.
"For fifty years we were a destroyed people. Left to rot, Perish! By those who sought to take our lands for themselves... millions of us died in seconds when they used our own weapon against us, when we defended our homes!" finishing the last few words in a shout he could already see in the body motions of the front ranks of Assault Troops how they wanted to scream bloody murder, he smiled and tapped a small button on his wrist, turning on an extremely large wall monitor behind him, as well as ones dotted father along so all could see, he continued on with a hope filled voice, that radiated such charisma it made a few of the hard liners weak in the knees.
"BUT! We have rebuilt, our cities stand tall, glistening constructs of metal and glass, our culture and heritage Restored! The people of Helgan stand mighty before extinction. Of course none of this would have been possible without you! The people! The strength in my arms! The up lifters of all our dreams!" he shouted, while the monitors showed footage of huge buildings, helgast people walking to a from in the city, schools where children played and learnt as well as a sky dotted with skycars and Navy craft.
"Our people live in prosperity, we strive, we achieve and we succeed!." He ended here at a high note. Then became downcast "but! There is one injustice lift in the universe. The toll of life our enemy has yet to pay! The millions of our forefathers and mothers killed! Returned tenfold! Our people cursed with disease!"
Most of the soldiers were nodding to themselves, especially those born in the era where Petrusite radiation was a major problem and hundreds of Helgans still alive today, including their great Autarch had minor defects, though were none the less just as respected as any one of them.
Autarch Heinkil took a deep breath before continuing "today, we shall launch a true military campaign that will see us return into the greater universe! Today is the day we avenge our ancesto *cough* " Heinkel started coughing a vicious chesty cough into his gloved hands, several soldiers in the front ranks quickly discarded their rifles and ran to the Autarch while a few medical personnel rushed in from off stage.
The soldiers quickly helped the Autarch sit on a portable chair, med personnel handed him a breathing mask to which he accepted with a nod. After 15 full seconds of breathing Heinkel stood and handed the mask off to the medic who gave it to him and addressed the small group clustered around him "thank you all, please return to your previous positions."
With a quick salute all did as asked, the medics taking the chair and the assault troopers picking up their rifles before standing at attention in their previous formation.
Heinkel returned to the podium and looked at his glove, specked with blood. His blood. Turning once again his attention to the crowd he continued on, his voice filled with pride
"As before, the Helghast stand alone. But we stand as one, united. We stand united in the face of evil that the ISA or whoever dare stand against the Helgan people. People of Helgan, Soldiers of Honour and Duty, my people… IT IS TIME!" he shouted in finish, all those watching, whether aboard the advanced Petrusite enhanced ships or on the marshalling grounds cheered out with him, shouts of "Hein-kel!Hein-kel!Hein-kel!" along with "HELGAN SHALL HAVE VENGANCE!"
Heinkel raised his arms and shouted at the top of his irradiated lungs "STRIKE SWIFT AND MERCYLESSLY!"
….scene break…..4 hours latter Systems Alliance colony of Vekta: 2185 CE….
Captain Samuel Rogers looked out of the bridge of his alliance cruiser, the ever dwindeling fleet in orbit above the planet floated in place ever watching for signs of the colony's greatest foe.
When the systems alliance was established they immediately pulled half of the defence away to other duties and have been taking small amounts of ships ever since. There were only 8 defence stations, 52 fighter craft, 4 frigates and a cruiser. Hell the planetary militia was a mixture of Alliance marines and descendants of ISA personnel who taught their kids and others in the style of the ISA.
Hell the only reason the SA council still allowed them to have this many ships in orbit is because the colony houses several important academies.
But more than half the people on these ships grew up on Vekta, and would gladly mutiny if their home was in danger. Sighing he turned away from the window and walked towards the CIC pit, unlike Turian ships and most other species humanity had the command centre at the front of the ship, further proving humanity had more balls than most when it came to facing danger.
As he reached the CIC his XO, one Leroy Sampson, saluted and walked towards his friend.
"morning sir! Nothing unusual today. As always, nothing to indicate any sort of attack by long dead foe's" Leroy noted, with a smart arse attitude.
Samuel considered him a friend but the prick does go to far sometimes, especially when it came to the paranoia of Vektan's about another Helghast attack, god he disliked most offworlders.
"shut up dumbarse. Or else I'll space you myself." He remarked with a minor hint of anger in his voice. Leroy walked towards the cockpit right next to the pilot, which was less than 2m away.
"come on its not like anything will attack us this far in Alliance space. Plus they would have to go through a few relays which would take time. Time enough to warn us."
Samuel grimaced "yeah you might be right about that, but its best to be prepared."
"well at least you admitted I was ri…" "WARING! INCOMING MISSILES!"
Out of nowhere the alarm sounded and the crew burst into action, some ran for the stairs (thank fuckin Christ some people are smart enough to still include them!) while others ran for consoles.
Samuel ran towards the holomap where the battle was projected, the planet and his ships in one corner while the other side… nothing but at minimum 300 missiles! The enemy were beyond scanning range and were able to fire missiles with accuracy.
Just then several another hundred missiles appeared, not from where the other missiles came from but… "Sir another hundred missiles approaching along the Y axis! From above and below!"
"Dodge'em and set guardians to shoot'em down! Scramble fighters and send'em planet side!"
He shouted, his voice sounding more American with each word. On the map the missiles just reached guardian range and were starting to be shot down, the green lasers striking out against the speeding missiles, vaporizing them in an instant, but the bulk of the missiles sped onward, ships started to get hit, a frigate was hit by a group of missiles, the first 6 breaking its shields while the rest penetrated the ship, consuming it from the inside out.
Leroy was panicking "there are too many! Shields are at 40%. We need to evacuate Sam!"
Samuel released a bark of a laugh "you go! I'll be staying here, after all this is the fight I was meant for!"
Leroy took one last glace at the crazed captain and then at the holo map before sprinting off towards the escape pod bay, where a lot of crewers were already abandoning ship, while others ran back for the CIC. He shook his head and jumped into a pod with another crewman and hit the button, shooting the pod away from the ship as it maneuverered and shot at the streaking metallic projectiles gibing chase.
As his pod glided past a defence station several missiles impacted and caused it to explode into various bits of debris, one of which flung towards their pod and hit with force greater than a speeding electric train going full bull. The pod spun out of control, Leroy clung to his safety harness for dear life while the other occupant, a marine, was struggling to stay in his, seconds latter the marine flew out of the harness and into the wall, leaving a large red mark of blood where his head hit as well as skull fragments and bits of brain matter spinning around the pod along with his lifeless body.
Leroy closed his eyes as the pod impacted the wreckage of the first frigate that was destroyed and fell unconscious.
…scene break…..
Location: Helghast command vessel, Pride of Duty, Arc Class cruiser mk2.
High admiral Cuaxel (pronounced Cu-ax-el) Stael sat in the great command chair surrounded by consoles that occupied the centre of the bridge, his uniform slightly untidy due to the excitement that had gone around, he watched the holo monitors and normal screens at the 'battle' if you could call it, honestly he was hoping for something that would at least shoot back. He didn't realize the ISA were so underfunded now, perhaps he might put a little more of the fleet into reserve just so he could see how long the shields of the average crusier would hold out.
One of the officers turned to him, the gasmask making his voice sound more distorted than it should be "sir, the attack was successful. No casualties to us, full loss to them. Though they did send their fighter craft ground side, I request permission to reallocate fighter craft to cover Overlord Dropship deployments."
"Request granted. Also send armour regiments forward as well, they shall be the first to land and establish ground based airfields for atmospheric only craft." He answered instantly. The officer bowed before walking off the bridge, Cuaxel glanced around the bridge, it was made like all helghast bridges were, study and efficient with a lot of metals dark in colour and physical switches to prevent any EMP from disabling the most basic command access on the ship, though there were various holographic pieces of equipment, allowing for better strategies in the 3d environment known as space. Most beings never really used the Y axis of space, only the X. it was such a shame that inferior species could not grasp such a simple things, to win this fight it had been very easy.
Just send a first wave of missiles from the X and the send two lots of one hundred from above and below the X, otherwise known as the Y axis.
He let out an insane giggle, which proceeded into a chuckle then a full blown laugh of pure insanity. The officers ignored it while those new on the bridge were significantly creped out by it.
He didn't care. He couldn't care less for this was his destiny, to avenge his forefathers embarrassing defeat at the hands of the ISA. And best of all, he would go down in history as the commander who did it.
….location: escape pod, orbit of Vekta…..
Leroy opened his eyes and glanced around, the interior of the pod was intact, but smeared with the insides of the marine that sat… used to be sitting in here with him. With a click his harness came undone and he crawled towards the window of the craft, his eyes blurred and not able to see more than 2 feet in front of him. As he got to the window he sagged against it and rubbed his eyes, vision clearing he looked out and gasped at the horror that he saw.
Fifty ships, nearly all 500m long with one of the ships at least 1km in length, all orbiting Vekta and disgorging huge waves of fighter craft, bomber's and dropship's towards the lush green surface.
One of the 500m ships speed past, and his eyes widened in absolute fear, for printed on the side was the Helghast Triad, this symbol sparked rage in people native to Vekta while to him it sparked fear, it made him want to run, hide and hope they never found him. He had herd what the red eyed monsters had done to these people. Subtle one of the turrets aboard the Helgan warship turned towards the wreckage and fired a quick burst of explosive rounds, scattering Leroy's atoms across space for all of time, at least he didn't feel the need to hide anymore.
…Location: Overlord dropship 247: troop compartment…
Assault Trooper Maviro Toplov gripped his StA-56, a significantly newer version of the StA-52. Its Holographic sight as well as backup iron sights gleamed with that new factory look, its plastic's fresh off the assembly line while its mechanisms operated perfectly, and like the old version's had the under barrel shotgun gleaming in its polished up state. All would be tested in the fires of combat on the surface below.
He breathed steadily, the noise amplified by the Gasmask that he wore along with the armour that had changed little since the first troops attacked Vekta. Though the armour looked the same it had been improved three fold, more hardplates were incorporated into its making while at the same time affordable and easy to manufacture. He glaced around the troop bay, twenty four of his comrades, including himself occupied this space, all eager to kill and claim in the Autarchs name.
"five seconds till touch down!" shouted the pilots over the loud speaker, he moved to the ramp that would be lowered, and hugged one of the corners as to not be shot.
The ground shook as they touched down, the ramp flew down with enough speed to kill all who lay in its path. A stream of rounds impacted several Helgan, carving one straight through his goggles while the others got hit in their armour, the new hardplates and fibers blocked the shots and only sent them onto their backs.
The troops rushed out and took cover behind various objects, Maviro hunkered down behind a low concrete wall along with two squadmates, the one with an StA-3 Light Machine Gun got on his knee and aimed the gun over the wall, providing suppressive fire which the effect was immediate, Maviro did the same, hoisting his rifle over he fired quick and controlled bursts of 5 rounds, slowly emptying the case of 50 bullets attached in the bulpup helical magazine.
He gunned down a man retreating, the shots finding purchase in the man's weird plate armour looking suit causing him to drop a two pronged weapon of some sort, quickly the three advanced, moving up by leap frogging from cover to cover along with others from their overlord.
Up ahead they could see several armoured figures, clad in strange silvery metallic armour, wielding a small variety of weapons, they advanced down the middle of the street. "by the Autarch they are bloody amatures! Walking down the middle of a street with no cover. What a bunch of fucking idiots!" whispered the trooper holding the LMG. The other trooper, holding an StA-56 like him quietly laughed and aimed to take a shot, but before he could a sniper round from another Helghast, most likely occupying a building a little ways up the road, hit the lead man, who despite it being a shot that would have hit him in the centre of the skull, rolled sideways and into the cover of a car. The rest of his squad did the same and were quickly trying to hide from the sniper.
Said sniper merely chucked loudly over the comms. "I think it's time I reach out and touch someone"
Before a series of rapid shots barked across the air, Maviro knew that the sniper rifles could't fire that fast so there had to be two of them at least. All the bullets impacted the shields of one man who was trying the find the sniper team, the first 2 destorying his shields while the other 3 broke his helmet and caved in his brain while sending bits of it out the back of his head, covering some his fellow's.
Then the LMG trooper opened fire, supressing them with short accurate bursts as well as killing one of them while he, the other trooper and a squad hiding across the other side of the street rushed forward, still clinging to cover for the most part firing shots off as they went. The enemy retaliated with fire just as accurate, gunning down 2 members of the other squad in a spectacular fashion as the bullets managed to pierce their armour and allowed the blood to flow freely.
More sniper fire sounded off and shields were dropped, taking quick action the nameless trooper pulled a grenade from his pouch, hit the button and threw, only crazy people cook it for more than a second. The ovoid soared high and landed behind one of the cars, detonating the fuel and sending shrapnel into the figures behind said car, wounding them all mortally.
The second squad gave a quick nod before moving on, searching for other targets, while Maviro walk up to one of the still alive foe's.
With a pained look in his eyes the dying man grasped at his left boot and in a hoarse voice pleaded.
"h.. help me.. please! I don't … want to die." Maviro didn't answer with words but instead aimed the rifle in his hands at his face, the man started to cry, begged and pleaded for his life, that's when Maviro pulled the secondary trigger, the shotgun rounds breaking apart the crying face into nothing but blood splatters on the ground, his neck and bits of head still dripping blood.
Maviro turned back towards the nameless trooper and with a quick nod turned to regroup with the LMG trooper. As they reached him they looked back at the way they came, an entire Helghast armoured company rumbling down the street in their tanks and hover APC's, the lead Tank flying a flag with the Triad on it. This world will fall to the Helghast.
Or none shall claim it…