The day of legend has come. The day our hero's of old have dreaded for their entire life time. For some this day is the worst it could get. Fleets of discussing Demonics covering the largest planet on the Adrastos arsenal.

For other this is the day they have been waiting for since the legend had been told to them. A fleet of disgusting Xenos lining a planet to fight the men and women of the Adrastos. What could be better than the spilling of xeno blood?

Though for one particular soldier, the day has been hell. Having to scramble thousands of ships filled with only men with in two hours is harder than it looks. On top of sending men in, he's been trying to evacuate civilians, sending the men of Terra X to get properly suited up for redeploymem lont.

"No no no, I need six thousand spare rifles on hand for the new arrivals." Skull speaks into a phone hours before the first fight is planned to begin. "Yes sir I understand it's expensive to send that many ou- no sir the 375th evac ships not arrived yet." The Adrastos trails off to listen to the logistics officer on the other end. "Yes sir...yes sir...of course right away."

The phone hangs up in Skulls ear, leaving him listening to silence. Angry, the soldier throws his phone across the tent, hitting it against the soft canvas wall. The soft fabric folds around his cell, taking it safely down to the rough, cold ground of Terra X.

"What ales you now brother?" A familiar Demonhunter voice speaks as he enters the tent. The shorter man weaves around the stacks of files and papers scattered across the ground of the tent.

"They refuse to send the early reinforcements for the soon to be battlefield until the rest of Texas is evacuated." Skull speaks his voice rough from the long day of strategizing, and gaining the trust of some the many xeno races under his allied command.

"Sir we have the Victorian Elf's on board." Jessie speaks to her leading officer from the ground under the table. She throws a couple pages across the ground into a pile. Skull digs through the pile on his desk, picking up a pen and signing a couple papers.

All this happens while Clovis stands in the background watching. "I think it best for me to leave and address our men, yes?" The man speaks stepping back over the stacks of paper.

"Yes that would be excellent." Skull says barely acknowledging his brother.

"Oh Clovis! Before you leave. Seek out Pieces in the logistics tent. Cupa is in need of the amount of medkits, and anesthetics." With that the Demon Hunter nods and steps out of the tent.

"Sir we are getting an incoming call for Barnack." Alice speaks to her wearer. "Putting him on projection now."

Instantly a image plays on the wall displaying a disgustingly overweight, green skinned xeno, know by the name Barnack, the king of the Barbarians race.

"Barnack. Buddy!" Skull says speaking in an excited voice. "Look I see no point in stretching the inevitable. We need your help militaristically."

"Ni-so-susu." The xeno speaks in his native tounge.

"Alice turn on Barnack's translator." The soldier speaks to his AI, causing a small red light blinks on the Xenos neck before turning green.

"And you're always fucking asking for shit, when am I gonna get something in return Skull? Hm?" The xeno speak in Terran tongue.

"Nack. I understand. But we are kinda facing the biggest force of Demonics we have ever stood against. This can not be fought by the Adrastos alone." The soldier speaks to the king.

"Very well Skull, you have saved my planet many times so I will grant you this pleasure just this once." The Barbarian speaks softly. "But I wish something in return."

Skull finishes signing some paperwork before looking back up. "Yes of course. You will have so much rotting flesh as your ships can carry, permitted they are only the enemy forces you take."

Outside the large command tent patiently stood a familiar amber eyed automaton, awaiting the return of her exalted master. Her face remained as always with the same amount of emotion as a stone, only a hint of intrigue could be found in her artificial voice. "Have you obtained further information regarding this dire situation, Clodovicus? I abhor the idea of being left in the dark."

The man in question gave a nod and attempted to suppress a widening grin. Glorious battle would soon engulf the entire planet, armies would clash in epic proportion, and blood would flow hot and free. Just as the man prayed for.

Clodovicus cleared his throat and forced a relaxed facial expression as he waved a dismissive hand. "Indeed, purge such troublesome thoughts. You shan't be denied information, no matter how little importance it holds. You above all else know this."

Octavia's lips curved upwards into a slight smile at the words of the Terran, the man knew exactly what to tell those close to him in order to achieve a favored response. This smile was seldom ever present for long, and this moment was no exception. "Of course. Now set aside such insignificant conversation and deliver that which you have learned."

"As you wish, Octavia." Clodovicus crossed his arms as he glanced back to the command tent and then to his robotic companion. The same grin from before had began to resurface, threatening to break the man's calm façade. "Baltimore has currently busied himself with the task of redeploying all available Adrastos forces to this world. As well as calling upon their Xenos allies. The way I see it, they are desperate, scraping the bottom of a barrel for anyone to provide aid."

The Demonhunter paused as he studied the android's face, a face that was nigh impossible to read. He continued regardless due to her silence, she knew there was more, Octavia always knew. "I have been tasked with ensuring morale is high and that the defenders are fresh and eager. As well as inform Emile that the medical staff are running dry of supplies."

An artificial brow was raised by the last sentence. Surely such a task would best fit a logistical officer, not a combat commander of a foreign military. "Baltimore has finally gone mad has he? To send you, a High Inquisitor of the Inquisition on such a minor errand, perhaps he has lost respect for you."

Clodovicus waved a dismissive hand a second time, a small chuckle escaping from himself. To think his brother would perform such a dishonor to an equal, perhaps it was his companion that was mad. "It matters not, someone will have to fulfill this task eventually, it will take but a mere minute. Now let us be on our way." The Scion of Terra moved past the white haired woman and gestured to the massive amount of troops arrayed before them. "Or all this will be for naught."

The flaps to another rather large tent were pushed aside by a blue eyed man and his automaton servant. Inside stood the beast of an Adrastos, hands on his hips while overlooking various digital files projected from a small table. Though he was forced to turn away from such tedious work at the sound of a very familiar male voice.

"Emile, have you a moment?"

Fully turned away from his previous task, Emile now stood facing his two visitors. He knew he would meet these two again, however he did not expect them here within a simple logistics tent. The massive man cracked a smile to the Demonhunter. "Of course, what is it little man?"

Clodovicus returned the smile in turn as he crossed his arms. "Cupa requires medical supplies urgently." A small sigh came from the Demonhunter's mouth. "That is all I am afraid, I cannot stay around to catch up."

Emile nodded understandably, everyone was busy on this dire day. It was akin to an entire planet of headless chickens running about or a swarm of disturbed ants after their hill had been stepped on. "Think nothing of it, the battle will fall upon us soon. I hope I can finish my work before that happens, it would be horrible to miss a good fight after all."

Clodovicus and Octavia turned to leave the Adrastos and allow him to return to his work. However just as the Terran was about to step out, he paused. He turned his head back to the dark skinned transhuman. "Take heart, we all have our roles to fill, not all is combat. The theater of war will descend and we all have a part to play. And let us pray we are the better actors."

"Hoorah brother." The beast man speaks as Clovis leaves. Though his optimism lives only for a short while, as he continues to work on reorganizing. The men running around has truly caused stress to all those involved in organization.

"Johnathan. Grab some med supplies and take them to Cupa in medical." The man says to his assistant.

The much smaller logistics personnel nods, following the instructions given by his higher-up.

"Fuck get over here!" Shouts a distressed voice from the courtyard of the makeshift military base.

"Oh fuck!"

"We need a medic!"

"Contact! Contact!"

The Inquisitor draws his weapon as the Commander of the Adrastos Omospondía steps out of the large tent, his armor wrapping around his body as it has millions of times before.

The soldiers all draw their weapons pointing them at the enclosing battlefield, Skull himself looks to the ensuing enemy. The high commander runs to his downed men, who had been hit in the neck by an arrow. Blood gushes from his neck, like a bag that was a little too full of liquid.

"Get these men to the medbay now!" The man shouts shouldering his weapon. Beams of light fly across the plane field towards the oncoming attackers.

The beastly man once housed in the logistics tent looks at his little equal. "As you wished, correct Clodovicus?" The soldier draws his gigantic Gatling laser known by the name of The War Destroyer. A weapon that has turned the tide of war to the Adrastos' favor many a time.

The Demonhunter's once suppressed smile has surfaced itself as the man adorns him void suit helmet. His weapon is drawn and a laser beam is sent out at blinding speeds hitting a Demonic in the head, scattering it's brains across the green grass.

"To arms men!" Skull shouts at the forefront of the soon to be charge. "Tear them at the seams! Do not let them pass! Never loose the light soldiers!"

As the force charges, war cries ring out across the battlefield. Men and women dropping on either side of the Adrastos Commander. The Inquisitor grabs the handle to his plasma knife and pushes the cold hilt against a skeleton of the underworld empire. A brilliant blue blade of pure energy slices the body akin to a hot knife through butter.

For the first time since the battle had started Skull is able to gauge the threat around him. Tens of thousands of enemy forces charging to the defending forces, both from the Demonics and the underworld empire.

"Perhaps we shall have real battle for once Skull." The Demonhunter commander speaks to his brother. "By the Creator let this enemy put up a true fight, unlike the enemy in the past."

"Yes, hopefully." Skull smiles though distress covers his face, luckily covered by his mask. "Though a simple battle would cost much less to repair." The man gives a nervous laugh, pulling his trigger sending a beam of light at ungodly speeds. The unfortunate target has it's body sent flying back to the cold hard ground of Terra X.

"Perhaps." Baltimore thinks to himself. Time can only tell. As the man finishes this thought the light he often speaks of returns once more, and all problems that once plagued the man had passed over like a night to day.

The battle had descended upon the Adrastos throne world far sooner than any mere man could have anticipated. Far sooner than even Roland Baltimore had previously expected. For a moment hidden under a one-way faceplate, genuine surprise could be found upon the man's face. An expression that only he would ever retain knowledge of. An expression that was extinguished as soon as it had appeared.

Utter confusion and panic engulfed the defenders' lines, how could such a premature offensive be launched? Soldiers scrambled to the pre-fabricated fortifications and trench lines as the few who had already found themselves stationed at a post unleashed their hellish fire. However an Adrastos is much faster than a mere man, the transhuman soldiers were quick to react and reform into a regimented defensive line.

Across the fields of the everlasting plains surged forth a great horde, teeming in number beyond count towards the grossly outnumbered and flat-footed defenders. At first came the inexperienced and pitiful mortal troops of the Underworld Empire, such an insignificant force was repulsed by the highly disciplined firing lines with ease. Scorching beams of light found their marks within skulls and breasts, cutting down swathes of the swarming invaders and sending the now broken xenos into a complete route in a mere two solar minutes.

Underworld warriors trampled over each other in order to flee from the overwhelming Adrastos firepower. Their officers attempted to restore order by inspiring fear within their cowardly men and fired blindly into the frightened mass, striking down scores of fleeing allies. It did little however, as these officers were subsequently trampled to death, for the fear of an Adrastos volley was far greater.

Were it only the seemingly endless hordes of ill-disciplined xenos warriors assaulting Terra-X's capital, the defenders might have been able to contain and utterly destroy them there, but the attacks were led by none other than the dreaded Demonics, the bane of all Adrastos. The twisted creatures, bearing skin completly black as if they were monsters of the void itself advanced across the plains akin to an ocean's violent tidal wave.

Such was the rapid movement of the debatably xenos that tooth and claw fell upon the defenders in seconds, leaving absolutely no room for preparation. The first line Adrastos fell silent moments later, completely overwhelmed by the sheer weight of bodies and slain to a man.

Fortunately the second line sent many, many blazing volleys into the demonic ranks and just like the horde before, they were repulsed and thrown back. This repeated many dozens of times, a massive wave of gnashing teeth would charge only to be repulsed time and time again. Though the defenders held, they paid dearly for every demonic wave sent back in a route. The creature's natural weapons ripped and tore Adrastos Nanobot Armor with intolerable ease.

Enormous casualties were sustained as a result of the mere Demonic vanguard probing the defending army, attempting to find a weak point. The battle had yet to begin in it's earnest, and this action filled those who noticed with great dread. They would stand and fight however, an Adrastos never ran, Adrastos tenacity and stubbornness could not be matched, such was the Adrastos way.

Swarms of the strong enemy force push to over throw the men and women of the Adrastos, every time being forced to retreat by the much stronger Adrastos force. Never without the death of many.

As the battle surges on more and more soldiers drop to the ground void of all life. Those that did survive scream in agonizing pain. Baltimore's once impeccable Adrastos spirit had been ripped from him, akin to taking candy from a toddler.

Another large barrage of Demonics change, causing the Adrastos to once more draw their weapons. Once more the Demonic are forced to retreat. Once more dozens of men lay on the cold ground as their blood runs hot and free. Rivers of pure red blood run through the rough grass of Terra X, branching off in intricate patterns.

All seems lost, as the morale of Skull's makeshift military force drops dangerously low. To those unacquainted with the Adrastos, it would appear the soldiers were on the verge of retreat. This, though, is not the Adrastos way, as retreat is the epitome of worthlessness.

Once more a full force of Demonics begin charging, this time the force is much larger than that of the Adrastos Hoplites on stand by. There is no chance of survival for this battle, and yet all the soldiers stand strong and fight. The men are pushed back to their tents as the large Demonic force attacks stronger than ever. The few Underworld Empire soldiers at arm's have already retreated from sight, cowering underneath the tents.

The numbers continue to dwindle lower and lower, until there are just a few left. A hundred or so men against thousands of Demonics. Morale at an all-time low. Truly it is the end times. Until a shimmer of hope rains down upon the few left.

A hundred drop ships crash to the surface of the once gorgeous capital planet, each one holding twenty to thirty men. Simultaneously they step out and being releasing a hell storm of light visible from the outer atmosphere in space.

No Demonic survives, each one ripped apart by pure engery, leaving giant holes in many places of their body. Skulls men cheer for the newly landed 375th Reapers, the battle seemingly won. Though a smart man's money is on it simply being a small break.

"Skully!!" A particularly cheery shapeshifter shouts practically skipping to her transhuman partner. She looks at the man, a smile plastered across her face, as if this was recess at elementary school.

"What's go you so excited, Diaga?" The high commander asks the quite perky girl.

"Perhaps the taste of battle once more? Or the threat of destruction upon an entire race of xeno?" Skulls eyes begin to glow as he talks to his partner about the soon to be battles.

Before she can respond a patrol of men walk to Roland quickly pulling him from the female Reaper II. The group is very small consisting of the Demon Hunters commander, his brother, their automaton partner, and the commander of the 117th Lucifers.

Once more before anyone can speak a group of men walks to the Commander of the military. "Sir." One of the young soldiers speaks softly. "What would you like us to do?" His speech is quite and withdrawn.

"Grab the dead men's armor and AK's." Roland speaks to his soldiers. The group starts to walk away before Skull stops them. Turning off his helmet the man gives a large smile. "Cheer up young one. The battle had only begun, but I promise by the end you will walk home a hero. What's your name?"

"Lucas." The soldier speaks, he couldn't be any older than sixteen. "Lucas Void. Named after the great Skull reaper."

Skull smiles and pats the of this young prodigy. "Yes Lucas was a great man. Go on now, your head held high. Never show weakness to the enemy."

With that Skull is left with the prior group of four men. Filled with new passion the man looks at these higher ups prepared for what ever it is they wish to speak of.