CHAPTER THREE
THE GLORY OF DESTRUCTION
High above the planet Earth, the forces of chaos were in firm control. The advancing armada had barricaded the planet with a tight defence field, ensuring that no rescue effort from Eltar, Aquitar or Triforia, worlds who had come to the aid of the Earth in the past to help combat alien invasion, could hope to penetrate without succumbing to heavy losses all their own.
At the centre of this web, was an elegant silver spaceship, attached to its left and right sections were colossal laser cannons moulded in the shape of horses. Convenient, given the ship was a star-sailing chariot that carried royal blood.
Prince Vekar, son of Mavro the Magnificent, brother to Vrak, former and presently absent ambassador to the initial Warstar fleet, looked out of the main command deck at his latest conquest. A conquest that had been a year in the making, and one the Power Rangers, accursed enemies of all that defied the persistent goodness in the surrounding galaxies, had proven ill-prepared for as they had spent all of that year assuming what they were up against could not get any larger, or more aggressive.
"Argus, Laveria" he said, addressing his two generals, "The first wave went well. By keeping a small percentage of our fleet focused on the North of the Ranger's home city, we were able to keep them distracted long enough for the majority of the fleet to decimate the south quadrant. The humans have barely put up a fight, perhaps they have lost faith that their heroes will come through for them"
"All you need do now is give me the signal and I will send in the second wave to finish off the Northern quadrant" Argus replied.
"The special weapons I've developed will assure our victory, although I wish I could devise a means of locating your lost brother Vrak" Laveria replied.
"Thankyou my friend" Vrak said, placing a hand tenderly on Laveria's shoulders, "However, we must assume Vrak fell in battle, we will avenge my brother's destruction and claim Earth as our own"
Vrak sat at his main command desk, and began barking orders.
"Consider the signal given Argus, send in the X-Borgs and storm the north quadrant" Vekar commanded.
As the armada's vessels hovered over the north quadrant of the city, they lowered containers carrying thousands of X-Borg soldiers; they descended to Earth as the locking clamps on the containers were released.
They were led in their advance by Headridge, an agile and grotesque silver coloured creature with two circular energy blasters mounted on his shoulders, with a massive claw representing one hand, and a sword in another.
"Time for the glory of destruction" he said, watching the remainder of the fleet fly off to blaze a trail for the ground forces to follow. "Let it wreak so much havoc that humanity will have no choice but to surrender" he spoke, and beckoned his X-Borgs to advance through the city streets, the fleet bombarding all corners of it with their merciless barrage of firepower.
Back aboard Vekar's command ship, word had reached the prince and his generals of the progress of the first wave.
"Several of our X-Borgs were unable to take two areas key to the city, the mall and the educational facilities were on the verge of occupation when our forces there were compromised" Argus reported, "The Power Rangers remain on the defensive"
"What does it matter?" Vekar boasted, "Their powers are no match for our advanced might, and should they try to mount a larger attack, they will be crushed. If they persist to be a problem be prepared to do whatever it takes, I want this whole planet to be cleansed of humanity within hours rather than days or weeks"
"What they don't know is our special trump card" Laveria added ", "I am prepared to unveil that in due course, and only if they present a substantial threat. The wisest of all their mentors once advised them to never escalate a battle until forced to by their enemies, and I do not intend to do the same. Makes for supreme irony to take such advice, but fitting if it assures us of their undoing"