Sorry for the late update, folks. I had to spend some time finding out more about Warhammer 40K. It's basically my fault for adding this bit when I could have kept it alot more simple but the urge to set up future plots and conflicts overpowered my writer's common sense. Anyway, while the tabletop game was kinda out of the question for me, I bought (kinda regrettably) Warhammer 40K: Space Marines. While it was a good shooting game, it left me feeling like a lot of information was either omitted or changed, such as those Imperial warships getting wrecked by a single Ork turret. I thought the Space Marines' ships had shields that could withstand like 900 gigatons or something like that?

The other thing was the seeming killability of the Orks. While the Imperial Guard is a joke among ALL sci-fi fans, like Matt Ward, our Lord and Savior, I would have not thought the Orks could be killed as easily as I did some of them, but this might just be me constantly forgetting that the Bolter shoots water bottle-sized explosive mini-rockets like they were bullets. :P Also, I will give the IG some credit. They can be pretty badass if they were just armed with better gear and lead by a good leader, someone like the most badass non-space marine human I know of in Warhammer 40K- Commissar Yarrick.

Another thing in the game that I spent a while researching in the wiki were the Chaos forces. They were a welcomed change in enemies after shooting so many greenskins. The existence of the Chaos gods will be exclusive to this particular galaxy so it'll be fun to involve their influences. Can you imagine if they try to corrupt S-DTH? Don't think about that until after this chapter.

Anyway, here's the Disclaimer yet again. I do not own the media figures within this story, but I do own the Tsvìets and any original weapons, vehicles, mechs, ships, technology, and characters I come up with.


(Segmentum Ultima, Centaurus Arm, Planet 'Ork planet of operations')

Within the launch bay of the Leviathan fleet's flagship 'Erubetie', much activity was going on and the atmosphere was tense yet filled with excitement. Hundreds of Tsvìets were readying themselves mentally as A.I. engineering platforms were putting the last finishing touches on their gear. They all wore a black form fitting power armor with sapphire colored armor plating over their joints and necks. The common thing about them all were the jetpacks that looked like collapsible wings.

The A.I. primals were standing by with their own platoons of V.I. combat units. The most numerous types were the drones outfitted with maneuverability gear and anti-matter rail rifles while the seven feet tall primals were armed with similar gear, aided by thicker armor to house the more sensitive transmitter equipment that used quantum communications to direct the drones. Among the drones were several dozens of battle platforms of a higher tier.

These hulks of killing weaponry were the ten feet tall Whiplash models just developed about thirty standard Earth years ago. These man-shaped behemoths were drones operated by an onboard specialist A.I. who were doing this to gather data for future enhancements of the project. Covered in streamlined armor of a silver color with metallic gold details and outlines, fitted with an experimental phase shifter system on its back, built-in thrusters, and a multitude of onboard weapon systems, this series of war tools was looking to be a stiff competitor with the BIA mechs for the role of frontline tank unit. These would be seeing their first major ground war as well today. DRGN SLYR had high hopes for her newest batch of creations. If all went well, then a Commander model would be made to lead the drones to help take some of the workload off of the specialists. While the A.I. could do many things, their own complexity often hindered themselves, such as the saying goes, 'Too much of a good thing can be a bad thing.'

A short walk away from the commotion was the leader of the ground assault and capture team. After gathering her personal group and being beamed onto the Leviathan primal 'Erubetie', S-DTH was standing in a different outfit from her Cocytus uniform. She'd traded her clothes for armor with a similar color scheme. Her limbs were covered in armor sleeves that looked as smooth as gel. Black lights blinked with no discernible rhythm along the outlining of concealed suit systems. The only areas where her armor seemed bulky was her chest and upper back. The front was obvious to anyone who's seen her out of her armor as she happen to possess above-average mammaries despite not ever being a mother.

Now don't get it wrong, she was certainly capable of altering her body to make them smaller and less of an inconvenience but she took a great amount of pride in her natural physical shape so her hair and eye colors were as much as she was willing to alter. The chest armor formed around her assets in overlapping scales that moved downward on to the rest of her body. The armor on her back was enlarged to house the power core for her suits systems, as well as the personal AT fields that formed a near-impenetrable barrier over the cords of feelers that hung from her back through the armor. The last notable thing about her armor were her feet having cybernetic dew claws and magnetic plates within her soles to allow vertical running.

The special thing about her armor was that it was made of Life Armament attuned to her biology. It was living metal that grew stronger with age and use and since S-DTH was hundreds of thousands of years old and has fought in numerous wars and countless battles, her armor has grown to near-indestructible quality, outmatched only by a few, as well as the armor for their capital ships. It was reactive, self-regenerating, and moved like liquid over her form for total mobility. Nethicite was looking to be a close competitor initially but it was only a waste for those of her age while a boon for the grunts.

Her war band has fought with her for millennium and since she only accepted sentient/sapient units into her group, they all were battle hardened A.I.s or Tsvìets who were raised to her standards of sadism and ruthlessness, armored and armed with Life Armament cultivated over the eras that made them the most feared military unit to any species they've been deployed against.

Total humiliation and defeat of the enemy were their two goals. This group has committed every war crime imaginable by both interstellar and intergalactic communities, ranging from genocide to the backwards ideology of sparing an enemy. When friendly relations can't be established, Sing unleashes the chains on these hounds of war that are always waiting and willing to shed blood and sow misery.

The Royal stood before her mode of orbital insertion. One might understandably be confused since her mode of transportation looked like Megatron transformed into a motorcycle that was truly monstrous in size and appearance. Different models have different methods of mobility, such as tires, tracks, and anti-gravity propulsion. This was the latter, assisted with a small Plasma Propulsion Boost (PPB) system to give it much more forward speed, PPBs that would normally be found on fighter drones.

Hovering at two feet was a twenty-seven foot monster shaped with smooth contours colored in a dark blue. A large rear portion gave room for the P.P. as well as two built-in ADMM that could launch volleys of thirty mini-missiles at a time. Attached by 'necessity' to the side of this rear portion were four gravitic railguns that also incorporated the use of internal electromagnetic fields to shape the energy shells ('Rockets' by normal human standards) that were fired. These railguns were six feet in length and were capable of rotating 180 degrees while having a tilt up to 45 degrees.

The middle portion of the bike was slightly less thick as it was an armored carapace protecting the rider with sensors and cameras to give the rider a near-perfect transparent view to the outside.

The front third of the bike was arrowhead in shape with five massive blades of pure energy and three million degrees Fahrenheit held in place by electromagnetic fields angled towards a spearhead point at the front for unmatched ramming capabilities and cutting power. Two more blades on retractable arms were placed on the sides of the rider for sweeping through ranks of enemies. The intense heat would counter any regenerative factors the Orks could rely on. These were called Super-Heated-Energy-Anti-Matter-Razors, or SHEAR blades for short.

Finally, within the front was the final piece to this destroyer- a singularity cannon.

While certainly capable of killing most fleshy beings that get pulled into its gravitational pull, the cannon was in a fixed amount because it was built to shoot in one direction- forward. The fired singularity's purpose was to pull entrenched defenders from their positions into the fire path, or ramming path, of the bike's weapons and blades. When you add that kind of weapon combination to a seven ton bike made from Life Armament and capable of a max speed of 892 mph, then you had an unholy miniature, mobile weapon-of-mass-murder.

Given that she spent dozens of years worth of hours modifying the bike with her personal touches, making it three times bigger than the mass-produced ones to give her another trump that she would be testing out. Some of her superiors were aware she'd been working on something secretive but she wouldn't spill any secrets.

S-DTH has affectionately named the Interceptor V.8 model TATSUMI, an acronym for 'Tactical Advantage Total Surface Universally Massacre Indiscriminately.' One Tsvìet thought she named it after a secret love interest. S-DTH proceeded to demonstrate the 'mouth' of the bike splitting open to fire a miniature black hole at a far away target. Her words were 'If there's a man that can spit out black holes to crush his enemies, I might just be interested.'

Every man named Tatsumi across all dimensions and universes sighed in relief for some odd reason. One particular Tatsumi did it whilst hiding behind a rock from a sadistic, infatuated, genocidal general who was looking for him just feet away, giving away his position.

The plan was simple. She would be launched out from the hangar and once she made touchdown on the planet's surface, she would Neblade a few Orks and adopt a portion of the Ork gene to give her access to the WAAAGH!. From there, she would place a Generator that would reassemble the atoms of her ground force and they would make way to the source of the psychic distributed WAAAGH! where the Warboss was located. While the main forces of the Orks were busy with the distractions caused by the invasion forces, her group would cut the head off of the snake.

She was tenderly stroking the side of it when a low whirring noise different from the usual sounds of maintenance within the hangar got her attention. A large cargo lift was lowering from an upper level and on it stood the Grand Primal Commander (G.P.C.)of Outer Heaven's armada.

'She could have just used the hive link or projected a massive hologram. It seems she has been planning for an occasion like this since mechanical lifts like those fell out of practical use millennia ago. How childish!' The idea that the Grand Primal Commander would install something so archaic just to look more dramatic gave her a little laughing fit that she managed to keep to herself.

Activity in the hangar stopped as the G.P.C.'s hive signature/psychic link (for the non-organics) was detected with them. Hundreds looked up to their commander as the lift stopped several dozen feet above their heads. She gave off an impressive aura that demanded respect and attention not because of her rank and station but from her experience in the rituals of war.

She was a Tsvìet-Major due to her looks. Bronze skin that even for Majors seemed darker and more weathered, orange eyes that remained a bright as a child's yet with none of the warmth or naivety, and messy, spiky white hair with a braid down her back seemed a bit on the grayish side- these were signs that she earned her position by moving up through warfare and not because of some connections, not that the Empress would tolerate that kind of favoritism for a second.

Her standing stature of 6'8 with all the ruggedness of a long time veteran with none of the slack of a senior, at 3,829 years old, her differences only made her more immaculate to those under her command or looked up to her.

All of her soldiers were equal under her sight; equal in status outside of rank, in value, and in battle. While her strategies often times resort in minimal casualties, she hasn't been afraid to lay the truth down when she believes some or many won't survive a battle but that has never stopped the Tsvìets before. The only idea of death they believe in is not having their body Nebladed by a friend, relative, or successor, and that was low nowadays since each Tsvìet had a built-in teleportation unit that would activate upon complete flat line of all bodily functions to bring their bodies back to the ship's morgue. Even the A.I.s didn't fear death since their memory banks would be automatically transferred to another available unit upon destruction of their body.

She roamed her gaze over each of the soldiers, both organics, synthetics, and cybernetics.

(Play: Youtube: 'Briefing 2 - 43-92'- Ace Combat 5 Original Soundtrack)

"Everyone knows why we're here. These Xenos, these Orks, have attacked our people in both space and atmosphere. They dared to attack our colony multiple times for the sole reason of claiming our 'stuff' was theirs because they said so. I have not been insulted as a Tsvìet in such a very long time and I don't intend for any of us here to tolerate such disrespect. Their fleets have been burned to ashes under the light of our Immortal Queen's fury and even now, she is disrupting as much of their psychic link as she can while not destroying the trail leading to their 'Warboss'."

A large hologram projection of the current galaxy appears around her. She lifts her hands and places it at a point on the Eastern Fringe of the galaxy, on the inside of one of its long, trailing arms.

"We're currently in what we're assuming to be the Eastern Fringe of the galaxy, though since the Orks do not care for the details, we can't say for sure the name of the specific region we're in is called." She panned closer, showing a cluster of star systems with a blinking blue dot indicating the colony the Tsvìets had. "Our colony 'Phafenze' was attacked by several fleets coming from this planet system. As we already have confirmed this with the recent massacre of their fleets, we have now isolated the Ork force onto this planet we'll be designating 'Justification.' Information regarding their gestalt psychic field and their mentality has already been given out and if you haven't looked it over by now then I'm shooting you out of the nearest airlock."

She pokes one system which expands to show an enlarged version of their current system, even showing real time events such as the dwindling space battle going on. "The enemy in space is of no more concern and now we set our sights on the Warboss of this WAAAGH! Earlier Neblading identify this cluster of Orks as a splinter group from an even more massive WAAAGH! under the command of Ghazghkull Mag Uruk Thraka, a recently elevated warboss and self-proclaimed 'prophet' of their two gods who is currently leading the largest WAAAGH! ever recorded in this galaxy against the 'Imperium of Mankind,' a branch of humans in this galaxy that have been a major power on the galactic stage for the past 40,000 years."

Images from the memories Nebladed which were uploaded into the computers on the ship Outer Heaven which was sent out to all ships popped up, displaying a massive Ork covered in scrap metal armor, a large metal claw and large gun in the left and right hand respectively, fitted with a large skull hung on a pole above and behind his head. More pictures showed these Space Marines which looked far more massive and impressive than the ones they just got done dealing with.

"The Orks and this Imperium of Mankind have been bitter enemies since they first met so no love will be lost if we happen to destroy this group. There'll be plenty of Nebladings to go around and the Queen has expressed an interest in engaging in continued war with these Orks to basically 'farm' their massive numbers for our people to consume. Given the Orks' way of reproducing, we can quite literally grow them like crops and cut them down like grain once their numbers are high enough. She has planned this in hopes of evolving our Minor population into Majors. The species would only greatly benefit from this as well."

She flicked the images over to the side and opened up an up close image of the planet, showing millions of settlements with Orks numbering in the thousands.

"Because this group has been splintered off, another warboss has taken command to continue their mindless rampage. The Orks call him 'Oggaluz 'the Fire Storm''. He favors pyro weaponry and explosives, suited for his tastes in battle." An image showed a large Ork, though not as big as Ghazghkull, with mechanical parts over majority of his body leading his forces across whatever planets happen to be in the way of his splintered WAAAGH!

"He has shown to have no qualms with attacking whomever happens to be in his warpath so our Queen has ordered his complete humiliation and destruction." She expands an area of land outside of a large Ork concentration, showing dusty fields. "Prime Luvos Primal S-DTH will do an orbital drop here. Once she has Nebladed as many Orks as necessary, she'll link her new psychic signature with the rest of the WAAAGH!, tracing the source to the source where Oggaluz should be. Once she has his location, she'll plant the Generator for the rest of her unit to re-materialize. These Orks have power with their numbers and it'll be easy to get overrun, so once her group starts, the rest of the planetary invasion forces will commence attacks against the rest of the Ork settlements following a brief bombardment by Type-33s.. The Queen wants us to refrain from blasting away the crust of the planet as well as leaving the Ork corpses somewhat intact for us to feed on so the DFHs will not be using their 'Annihilation-class payload.'"

The hologram disappears as the briefing winds down. "The total destruction of the enemy is this operation's main objective. Failure is not an option and I won't have the Queen doubting our power for one instant. Your Primals have their orders. S-DTH will be dropping in nine minutes. Happy hunting, Tsvìets. For the glory of the Queen and Prince!"

"FOR THE GLORY OF THE QUEEN AND PRINCE!" everyone parroted.

(End music. Note: You might have needed to play it twice.)

She snaps to attention and gives a salute which is immediately answered by the Tsvìets and automatons watching before teleporting back to the bridge.

S-DTH leans against the bike, clutching her arms tightly, a twisted grin hidden by her hair. S-DTH was...a distorted Tsvìet. Sure, there were millions of Tsvìets that liked war, and thousands that loved it, but very few of them could match the sheer LOVE for war like S-DTH could. She craved violence like a drug as without it, she would not be able to operate outside of her station. It's one of the reasons Royal BLES, Queen Sing, Under-Supreme Primal DRGN SLYR, and Outer Heaven's Grand Primal Commander unanimously agreed to make her permanent post the Ship Primal (Captain)/Warden of Cocytus where all of the most depraved war criminals were held; war criminals since the Tsvìets didn't have any local crimes.

Now, after so many years of just torturing prisoners, she could finally dive herself into the throes and carnage of war, and with a race that loved fighting as much as she did no less! A frost creeped up the lengths of her arms in response to her emotions. It's been so long since she's been able to cut loose.

"We are now breaking through the atmosphere of Justification. Scramble all fighters and drones. Attain air superiority across the planet. Squadrons from ten of the thirty Transport Carriers will be devoted to providing escort for the Type-33s. The 20,000 Buzzards and all 5,000 Type-22s of the remaining Transport Carriers will be used to attain planet-wide air dominance. Enemy does have air support ranging from frigate weight to heavy cruiser weight. Do not let these ships leave the atmosphere.

It went unsaid that the Leviathans wouldn't need fighter protection given the number of guns and shields they had, as well as the psychokinetic manipulators. While the manipulators were built upon past experience against psychics, there was enough similarities to the Orks to know how much to adjust them to be effective against the greenskins. No unshielded fighters would be able to get near without having their minds go crazy. However, the insane psychic jumbling effect of the WAAAGH! would most likely keep their focus, if just a bit. The Queen's interference with them by using Outer Heaven as an amplifier must be giving them hell right now.

"Prime Luvos Primal S-DTH, prepare to drop in eight minutes."

''Well, that is my last notice." She looks at her hoverbike lovingly. "Let us carve another path of death and carnage, my dear TATSUMI."

As those words doubled as a password, the bike automatically started up and the cockpit opened with the shell folding in and out at different parts until enough room for S-DTH to fit was made.

She ignored it for now and turned around to find her entire personal unit prepared and awaiting her commands. The Sky Razers were decked out in their signature heat-protectant armor while attached to their backs were the collapsible thruster wing pack. Each of her soldiers carried two weapons uniformly: the left hands held large, anti-armor laser rifles while the right arms were equipped with a pyroclasm-grade phosphorus thrower. Like a flamethrower, it was meant to throw ash cloud-like walls of black phosphorus fire at enemy emplacements. Only the most heinous weapons developed were allowed in her unit.

This black phosphorus shouldn't be mistaken for the black phosphorus that was more like granite that Humans used-it's a case of same names but different objects, aka a homophone. You can't expect two completely different and unique alien civilizations to have the same name for the same object, right? The human word for 'chair' might as well mean 'bitches' to the aliens. ''Greetings, I would like to thank you for coming to this meeting of peace. Let's have a (bitch)." Yeah, that would be a hilarious disaster waiting to happen.

Anyway, this black phosphorus fire acts like a combination of napalm, in that it sticks to whatever surface it lands on, and absorbs all the moisture within a nearby air like white phosphorus, making it a double-dealer of death. Any fleshling caught in one of these black firestorms usually experiences the excruciating pain of being dehydrated like deer jerky and turned into a mummy before the flames burned away all traces of their remains. Blood, sweat, water, ice, gels, salt water, atmospheric moisture, etc. are all potential victims of this fire. Since it's the moisture that is consumed, even kinetic and energy shields aren't designed to save one's life.

S-DTH turned her attention around to see her three hundred personnel group standing in formation of several ranks and files. All of them were emitting a palpable bloodlust that would rival that of a Sister of Battle in the middle of a Chaos Space Marine camp. She looked about and didn't even need x-ray vision or the hive link connecting them to her to tell that they were all grinning at the expected battle. Each of them have gone over the info and it was a great elation to them to find such a battle loving foe, one that would keep fighting as long as there was something or someone to smash. Hell, she knew even the A.I. automatons were smiling with their cybernetic vessels.

"I need not say anymore than what the Grand Primal Commander has told you all," she began. "I'll just say this though. We are the Sky Razers."

"THE SKY IS OUR DOMAIN!" they responded in practiced unison.

"When faced with certain death, beings often look up to the sky for hope," she continued.

"SO WE HAVE TAKEN THAT FROM THEM FIRST!"

"Let no man or woman look to the sky for salvation."

"FOR THEIR PRAYERS WILL BE MET WITH ASH AND HELLFIRE!"

"This universe is only for the strong and worthy," S-DTH said again, her voice coming out with breaths of mist as cold as Death, her smile twisting upwards as her heartbeat quickened. "So we declare this.."

"THE UNIVERSE IS OUR HUNTING GROUND!"

"The pure and innocent will be spared by principal."

"WHILE THE TAINTED WILL BE HUNTED DOWN AND EXTERMINATED!"

"They will be slashed, strangled, and slaughtered.."

"BEATEN, STABBED, AND CRUSHED!"

"Garroted and impaled..."

"SHOT, BURNED, AND EXECUTED!!"

"And Nebladed without mercy!" S-DTH finished, the word 'mercy' coming out like venom on her tongue."You all know your roles. I expect you all to outdo yourselves from last time. Ophinl MRDR (Murder)[See wiki on profile page for Military Rates], fall in into the Generator. I will greet you on the planet."

She spoke to the 2nd-in-Command of her company-sized Sky Razers. While these 300 were nowhere even close to a fraction of the total number of units under her command, this would be the maximum she'd need for this operation. The Tsvìet-Major MRDR met her dismissal with professionalism tainted by sadistic bloodlust. The woman turned her head to the left to face the Company (check wiki on profile page for unit sizes).

"SKY RAZERS, AT FIXED POSITIONS!" From their positions of attention, they all smartly and uniformly snapped their feet. "MAKE READY FOR MATERIAL DECONSTRUCTION!" All of the soldiers' chest and back armors lit up in several places in a blue glow. The ones behind the others checked their front counterpart's equipment before turning around and doing it vice-versa. When they finished, they all returned to the former fixed position. This all happened in an efficient ten seconds.

"ALL EQUIPMENT FUNCTIONAL. BLOODED PRIMALS, SOUND OFF!"

"FIRST PLATOON, CONFIRMED!"

"SECOND PLATOON, CONFIRMED!"

"THIRD PLATOON, CONFIRMED!"

"FOURTH PLATOON, CONFIRMED!"

"FIFTH PLATOON, CONFIRMED!"

The Ophinl MRDR was pleased. This Generator method of logistics was, like many other things lately, in the early combat testing phases. Under the authority of DRGN SLYR with her rank of 'The Archive of Knowledge', she wanted real battle data concerning her latest line of creations. Tsvìets, especially the Sky Razers, weren't afraid of a moderate explosion with dangers from shrapnel, but being torn apart to their very atoms and stored within a digital file to await being reassembled atom by atom in an entirely different area was a new frontier even she had second thoughts about.

However, her job wasn't to cower in the face of the unknown. By the Queen's blessing, she still hopes it works.

"COMPANY, 90 DEGREES, RIGHT!" As one, the 300 soldiers turned in a classic military 'Right, Face' movement, facing the far wall were other shuttles were being prepped for troop deployment. Shuttles were being tended to by automatons with a Generator lined behind each of their cargo ramps. Legions of A.I. and V.I. automatons were preparing for deconstruction across the whole fleets of Transport Carriers and Leviathans. The automatons were less worried since if their bodies were destroyed, their intelligence was still in the form of digital data and could simply be uploaded into a new body.

"RANK, MARCH!"

The order given, the company began marching off in a single line in order of platoons. Their destination: the Generator standing vertical a few meters by S-DTH's TATSUMI. It was shaped like a needle spire about ten feet long, silver metallic body covered in patterns of detailed carvings that served an unknown purpose since they doubted DRGN SLYR cared for aesthetics much. At the least, it was just a ten foot needle instead of entire ships; not like anyone in the universe has ships built with completely impractical aesthetic designs anyway.

Across the entire current galaxy, all the captains of ships within the great fleets of the Imperium of Mankind were struck by a sense of unknown heresy. Not only were the humans pondering the feeling, but the Necrons hidden throughout the galaxy and Immaterium felt insulted for some reason and would use this unpleasant feeling to justify the future destruction of said enemy.

Back to the Generator. From its pointy top spouted an electric current that danced around the needle. S-DTH sat against the side of her bike in a form of passive overwatch of the process.

Despite their minuscule doubts, the first soldier stepped within the field of electricity and the arcs of energy wasted no time in latching on to the body where they deconstructed it within a second, leaving no time for the soldier to ponder the sensation. To the others, it looked as if the Tsvìet's body was ripped apart into tiny puzzle pieces that quickly shrunk too small for the naked eye to see.

"Alright, pick up the pace. I have to be launched out in five minutes," S-DTH commanded.

Per her order, the rest of the company began filing into the field, each successfully disappearing and being stored within the device's body. It took three minutes for the whole company to be stored in the Generator. The last was the Ophinl, MRDR. They gave a salute and silent nod to each other before the company X.O. walked into the field to be joined with her soldiers.

"Well, that was interesting. All it needed was some inspiration music with a rising tempo and it'd been worthy of a movie scene. Time for my favorite hobby though." She taps some commands into a wrist armlet of her armor and the field around the Generator shuts off. She grabs the needle and the artificial grav lift shuts off, putting the pressure of its full two ton weight on her hand.

With an ease and precision that betrayed the weight of the device, S-DTH twisted it and it collapsed into a shorter five foot form. She leaned into the cockpit of her TATSUMI and secured the Generator for later use. She wouldn't dare risk her women's lives by strapping it to the outside. Her body followed soon after, her legs spreading open as she laid forward to settle comfortably within the gelatin-like cushion material of the seat.

She steadily sank into it until the front half of her body from the tip of her head to the bottom of her boots was submerged. Unseen to the naked eye were billions of microscopic veins sprouting from the gel into S-DTH's armor and exposed skin, digging into her body to create a whole new synaptic system where the bike's actions would answer as if they were now a literal extension of her body; one that she was very intimately familiar with.

Within the gel, S-DTH's eyes were closed though she now didn't need them. The bike was her new body now and its eyes were her eyes. Numerous texts of data on her bodies panned across the screens of her eyes, her eidetic memory cataloging all of it within milliseconds.

Operational battery life: Full (1,298:10:28:23:58:29:03388-)

Left PPB: 100%

Right PPB: 100%

TATSUMI Structure Integrity: 100%

Overshield: 100%

AT Field: 100%

EM Field Generator: 100%

Weapons: Left Gravitic Railgun (1): 100% Energy Charge: 0%, Left Gravitic Railgun (2): 100% Energy Charge: 0%

Left ADMM Silo: 100% Ammo Count: 150 Right ADMM Silo: 100% Ammo Count: 150

Right Gravitic Railgun (2): 100% Energy Charge: 0%, Right Gravitic Railgun (1): 100% Energy Charge: 0%

SHEAR Blades: Left Body: EM Field: 100% Temperature: 3,082,502 degrees Fahrenheit. Right Body: EM Field: 100% Temperature: 3,082,502 degrees Fahrenheit.

Front (1,2,3,4,5): EM Field: 100/100/100/100/100 Temperature Range: 3,082,040-3,082,603 degrees Fahrenheit.

'That's my darling; always ready for me.'

With a thought, she had the TATSUMI glide forward until she was idle in front of the open hangar bay, the outer energy field that keeps the atmosphere from venting into the vacuum of space, or in this occasion, keeping any unwanted potential boarding parties from entering the Erubetie. The floor beneath her split open thinly to reveal a rail. Underneath her bike, a mechanical arm extended and locked onto the bottom of TATSUMI.

"S-DTH is secured. Charging magnetic catapult. T-minus 10 seconds.

10..

9..

7..

3..

2..

1..

Catapult charged. Orbital insertion in 5..4..3..2..1..Launching TATSUMI."

The arm holding TATSUMI flew forward, accelerating from 0 mph to 250 mph within the three seconds it had to reach the opened bay door. When it hit the end, it stopped and TATSUMI was thrown forward.

"S-DTH is away!"

S-DTH looked through the monitors to see clouds becoming blurs underneath her body.

Underneath her, she could see hundreds of flak clouds and beams from lasers as the forms of the Type-22s and Buzzard drones were in a massive dogfight with much smaller figures. Locking onto one and enhancing the image revealed that those 'enemy fighters' were actually Orks strapped to red-painted rockets. S-DTH couldn't help but laugh uproariously at the cartoon-ish sight. Still, the multiple, rotating body parts of the Type-22s made it impossible for the Orks to latch on and the Buzzard swarms could produce a massive volume of fire with their vulcan cannons firing anti-matters munitions that would eliminate the incoming 'Fly Boyz' easily.

Her body's speed began slowing down enough to begin a gradual descent. Soon she was nose diving through the clouds. Her visibility was lost so she switched to infrared. The screen lit up like a Christmas light with red figures moving across the screen. Many were heading towards the previous dogfight, completely unaware of her presence five miles above them.

(Play music: Youtube - 'Nightcore - End of All Hope')

'Arm the gravity cannon.'

A sheet of the metal of her bike's front slid over and a nasty looking protrusion extended out, looking like a five-pronged syringe. A dark matter began coalescing within as sparks of electricity facilitated its irregular pulsations. S-DTH aimed towards the center of formation of Orks where she would fall and fired. The weapon fired with the recoil sending it back into the body of the bike. A black sphere zoomed out from it, tearing a tunnel through the clouds as they were drawn in to it. Once it broke through the cloud surface, it surprised the Fly Boyz and tore through a few Orks before finally stabilizing.

The result was it stopping in midair and pulling everything into it with two hundred meters. Clouds, water vapor, smoke, Fly Boyz, and even an unlucky scaly bird were caught in the event horizon and pulled into the gravity well. Fly Boyz tried to fly away with their rockets going as fast as they could but even hope bends to logic and since they were not moving faster than light, there was no chance for them to escape the miniature black hole. Once the Orks hit a certain point, their bodies began stretching and distorting, pulling apart atom by atom. Some Orks were stretched to more than forty yards before finally being consumed.

The black hole continued feeding its bottomless stomach all matter before its stable structure finally fractured. The instability was enough as like a tower with weak supports, the rest of it collapsed, imploding upon itself and sending a massive surge of energy in a ring shape tearing through the sky for miles on end, ripping through hundreds of Fly Boyz, dozens of Ork ships sitting in low altitudes, and unfortunately it also nabbed several Buzzard drones.

From her throne that she was connected to in Outer Heaven, Sing was watching the war through all of the minds of the Tsvìets fighting. Other portions of her mind were focused on the numerous monitors in front of the bridge where she even saw the small, expanding ring from S-DTH's actions. The queen gave no expression for her thoughts and simply continued monitoring the battle, directing her gaze to where ever her forces were. These point of views were mainly from the ship primals of the ground invasion fleet since the major majority of the Type-22s, Drones, and eventual ground forces were A.I. and V.I.s.

By her side was Telos whose hair was the target of her child's attention. She'd asked the gynoid to try and get acquainted with her charge while she worked. the Aggressor model was outmaneuvered and cautiously held the small child against her chest, trying to be mindful of how she handled him since some parts of her armor were pointy and metal. She wasn't really sure how to entertain the energetic tick but luckily he found her silver hair similar enough to his mother's to play with. Currently, he was gnawing on some strands.

Telos huffed in reluctance while Kos-mos sent her a small smirk. Telos really wanted to kick her counterpart's face inwards. Telos tried to ignore her and focus on the screen tracking the TATSUMI.

"That's S-DTH's bike project? It looks more like a hover tank without the turret." She was aware of a little of what the mad woman was cooking up but the warden kept her cards pressed to her chest in this case. Telos looked over at DRGN SLYR who was devoting a single percent of her brain to independently give commands to the thousands of ship primals as the overall situation was constantly being updated while the rest was doing Almighty knows what. "Do you know anything about that thing, Lady DRGN SLYR?"

The aloof scientist snap her head towards her due to not expecting to be questioned on it, not while she herself was very curious about it as well. S-DTH had did all of the work in her head and only made physical copies of the data instead of digital. While being damn impressive, it was wholly inefficient and the main reason it took S-DTH so long to finish it but that also meant DRGN SLYR couldn't sneak through her computers to spoil the surprise. She was as much in the dark as anyone else but seeing it for the first time, she knew there was something unique about it, not counting its size and weapon load out.

"I do not and I'm very excited to see what our fellow Royal has in store for us."


(Play Music: Youtube - 'Ethan Meixsell - Thor_s Hammer' Play on repeat if you must.)

S-DTH's bike free fell at terminal velocity, a mach cone forming around her nose. The battles around her were blurs and she didn't care to detour from her tunnel vision to focus on them. Her focus was on the large concentration of Orks camped on the ground ten miles below and twenty North of where she'd fall. It looked the largest camp complete with fortifications made from the remnants of the planet's previous inhabitants that were most likely killed and eaten.

Multitasking, she also locked onto a much smaller encampment of about a hundred Orks and set her landing there. These Orks were about to tremble from her sheer ferocity. If they didn't, then she'd just keep killing until she could lick their tears of fear from their dying faces.

When her altitude reached 4,000 ft, she activated the auto landing while ejecting herself from the cockpit. Her form was hit by the sudden windfall but with an inhuman amount of body control and coordination, she maneuvered her body with the jolt of wind to slid into a vertical dive. Her bike was a few dozen meters away and seemed to be auto-correcting its course to stay with her.

One of the Orks looked up and saw her falling towards them. He yelled to his buddies and pointed up at S-DTH. That response was all of the greenskins lifting whatever weapon they were holding if it was a gun and start shooting up at her. Eight inch long miniature rockets (aka the actual bullets) flew around her. Any that would have hit her body were instead redirected around her due to her EM field manipulating its trajectory.

At 1,000 ft, S-DTH gave a cry of glee and with a shout of "Show time!" began activating her favorite ability. Ice grew from within her feet and ankles, forming a solid, smooth surface wide enough for her to slide on. The continuous use of it had her forming a frozen track in her wake. She used her own speed to her advantage by adjusting the angle of the ice to send her from a free fall into a decline. The Orks had no idea how she was doing it but to their credit, their single-tracked minds didn't let them stop trying to shoot her out of the sky.

S-DTH's decline soon turned into a chaotic roller coaster as she slid into bumps and barrel rolls to avoid the explosive firepower. The TATSUMI finally slammed into the ground like a meteorite, sending a concussive shockwave that ripped apart the earth and nearest Orks while those further away were knocked off their feet. The larger Orks managed to stay on their feet by bracing themselves. S-DTH took advantage of that and held her two now frozen hands up in front of her. Using her ice manipulation to have her circle the furthest group, her hands began firing dozens of foot long icicles that were sharpened to a molecule.

The ice flew like bullets and slammed into the small grouping of Orks, piercing flesh and metal alike while some simply missed and hit the ground. Those hit either lost a head, limb, or was simply sporting a new hole in their body. This didn't deter the ones who still had their head as with a cry of WAAAGH!, they ran around trying to get close enough for their guns to actually hit the fast sliding Tsvìet who was raining painful, cold impalement on them. Having fired hundreds, S-DTH had killed half of the forty strong group. With a smirk, she snapped her fingers.

At all the places where an icicle was protruding from, whether it be the ground or an Ork, dead or alive, the ice shard began shrinking but the area of impact was frosting over. The ground became covered in a mirror-polished coating of ice and dead Orks were frozen solid. The Orks still fighting were caught unawares by the feeling of sudden numbness. The icicles in their bodies looked to have been melting at first but when their body parts began freezing and getting stiff, even they knew something was wrong. A few Orks didn't have that pleasure as icicles near or in their heads froze their brains within seconds.

In just ten seconds after snapping her fingers, the battleground and its occupants became a winter horror land of 0 degrees Kelvin ice.

On the other half of the encampment, close to the crater left by TATSUMI, a whirring sound was heard which was ignored by the dazed Orks trying to get their bearings.

"Oww, me head's a achin'," one large Ork said in a groan, weapon clutched tightly in his head. "Stupid hummie dropping giant rock at us! I'll kill ya!" he roared, the psychological effect of the WAAAGH! to cause destruction helping the others to recover faster. They looked around and saw S-DTH sliding through the air on ice with a long track twisting behind her. With a cry of WAAAGH!, they charged at her location to meet her challenge.

TATSUMI within the dark dust cloud of the crash site watched them with its infrared, taking tally of all hostiles.

"Engaging Hostile Forces."

It flared its PPB engines momentarily, blowing away the dust cloud by effect. The noise got the nearest Orks' attention and when they turned around, they saw the monster-sized hover bike breaking apart at the joints. Instead of falling to the ground like a broken machine would, the body tilted upwards to float vertically with the parts floating. The rear portion of the bike split in two halves and moved up with the front part that turned over until the 'nose' of the craft was facing the Orks, the slanted forward blades forming a slight resemblance to an angular face. The 'rear' portion floated on both sides of the 'head' with the railguns rotating to face towards the Orks like shoulder-mounted cannons. From beneath the lower portion of that set, the pieces detached and moved into position underneath the 'shoulders.'

The 15 ft middle portion ejected two parts from the sides, carrying the SHEAR blades with them. These parts formed a mockery of forearms with the blades unfolding and becoming obvious melee weapons. The body split horizontally below the middle, just under the cockpit, and the bottom split vertically once more to form two squat legs with a PPB on the back of each and anti-gravity propulsion engines on the bottoms. The third and main PPB engine was on the bottom/back of the middle body still. The cockpit canopy stayed closed to shield the 'heart' of the vehicle.

Finally, as the parts were floating in place, ports on each side of each part that was facing another opened up and glowing green wires and thick cords sprouted forth like tentacles and entangled themselves with the other, forming a physical connection to each part resembling muscles and ligaments.

With the transformation completed, it stood at a height of twenty-two feet and looked every bit as menacing as it did cool. The Orks, avid lovers and fanatics of anything that could smash, slash, burn, shoot, or blow up stuff, were slack jaw in awe and reverence...

*WHIIIIRRR*

*THUMP**THUMP**THUMP**THUMP*

...until the four railguns on the mech's shoulders began blowing their heads off, the electromagnetically stable energy slugs smashing through their faces and the rippling effect causing their heads to explode like a bloated carcass that's been left in the sun for weeks. The four bodies fell dead near instantly and four more were quick to follow within the rear ranks of the Orks charging at S-DTH's general location.

TATSUMI locked on to not them, but the area they would move into, calculating their speed and direction. From the back of its shoulders, the two ADMM pods launched a full volley of thirty mini-missiles, sixty in total, into the air. They gave off a low hissing sound as they arced through the air and descended from two hundred feet. The Orks didn't even noticed them in time as the sixty missiles exploded in sixty air bursts that threw plasma over their forms.

Their cries of pain went on as TATSUMI lowered the energy charge of its railguns and began systematically executing the living Orks with low-yield energy slugs to the body. It wanted to kill the Orks but leave the bodies as intact as possible for S-DTH to Neblade. That's why it didn't use the SHEAR blades as that was overkill. S-DTH would most assuredly give it permission to use those against the more numerous Orks after she got enough to eat. Speaking of S-DTH, she was finishing off the last Orks when she slid between two of them, twin ice-made swords in hand that she used to swiftly cut them down at the knees.

(End Music)

With them done with, she stopped her ice ride and jumped in front of TATSUMI that was standing by for further orders now that there were no more enemies. She sauntered over to her beloved toy with near-delirious joy expressed on her face.

"That was a wonderful warm-up, TATSUMI. Your mobility and weapon systems are working with no signs of error. Tell me, how does your body feel? Is there any delay of movement I need to calibrate?

The mech bike's cockpit pulsed blue several quick times and a young, synthesized voice echoed from its body. "All combat and auxiliary systems are operating at 100% efficiency, Mother, however, there is a delay of movement upon synaptic commands due to a need for more accurate calibrations. I am still capable of waging war against the green maggot sacks, Mother."

"Awww, I'll be sure to open you up and fix your body when this war is over, TATSUMI. You do a good enough job impressing Mommy and the Queen and I'll be sure to get you that wide-area burst, positron phalanx cannon you have been waiting for DRGN SLYR to finish." If it were possible for a machine with no legit face, the bike would have been giving a big toothy smile. The fact that the A.I. was that of a young, genocidal mamma's boy just added more creepiness to S-DTH's character.

"Thank you, Mother," it said as it knelt to bring its head closer to her. It made for quite a touching sight. "I knew I made the right choice instead of trying to cut your entrails open upon my first time being scolded. Good things do come to those who are patient." So much for the touching scene.

Instead of being horrified, S-DTH was (you guessed it) smiling lovingly as she cupped the sides of TATSUMI's large head. "There's a reason you're a child only a mother like me could love, TATSUMI, and that just makes you even more special." A loud crackle several miles away from a salvo from a Leviathan smoldering scores of approaching Fly Boyz with its irradiation turrets. "You will provide overwatch for me as I Neblade these brainless meat sacks. Mommy loves you, TATSUMI."

"Orders received and confirmed. I love you as well, Mother. Beginning overwatch duty." She nuzzled her face to the 'head' before letting it go. It's anti-gravity systems whirred with more power and it shot up about forty meters into the air where it stayed hovering and scanning the surroundings.

S-DTH looked over the eight dozen Ork corpses that laid, or stood, frozen upon death. For all who didn't know her, they would wonder how she would eat all of that, both physically and storing it in her stomach. Well, a Tsvìet didn't naturally have the organs and physiology to excrete wastes, including urination, because their digestive systems were so absurdly powerful compared to a human's that the digestive fluids in their bodies devoured everything while their organs for absorbing the nutrients used EVERY bit of what they ate or drank. The Tsvìets' stomach acids were stronger than a Xenomorph's blood, capable of melting some of the toughest metals used outside of Tsvìet warships and Life Armament. Since they evolved from eating raw ores and such back in their home world's cave systems, their organs could absorb a chunk of metal within minutes. All of that energy went into super-powering the body, giving the Tsvìets their natural insanely disproportionate physical capabilities.

S-DTH stood before her and TATSUMI's slaughter field and rose her hands into the air as if giving praise to the Queen. The ice around the field rose from the ground and into the air, carrying the Orks' corpses with them as they conjoined into a massive ball of flesh and steel with a layer of ice covering it like the crust layer of a planet. Bringing her arms down, she slapped her hands together, eliciting a small shockwave from the power within it but its purpose became known as the ice layer crushed and compacted the corpses within. With her hands still together, S-DTH slid them in opposite directions like she was scrapping dust off her hands.

The ice ball thick layer of ice split even down the middle, keeping to the curve of the sphere and creating a second inner layer of ice which formed hundreds of small blades within the layer and pointing into the flesh ball. With that motion done, the inner layer began rotating rapidly independently from the motionless outer sphere. The spinning ball of blades began cutting the packed ball of flesh like a blender from all sides. Flesh and metal were cut alike and with cold efficiency.

This meat grinder continued for a full minute before she slid her hands back into place against one another, stopping the grinding. She turns her hands to make it look like she's holding a rope and pulls back on one hand. A cone extends from the ice layers until its point is in front of her lips. The Orc slush is soon funneled through the cone where she catches it with her mouth. The total idea was both morbid and comical as she stood there drinking the bodies of a hundred Orks.

As she was drinking, S-DTH began to see all of the memories of the Orks, some spanning decades and others merely months since they sprouted from the ground like weeds. She saw all of the lives these Orks had killed, smashed, shot, stabbed, clubbed, ate, and eviscerated. She saw and heard all of the screams of their victims as if she was the one committing the crime. Their cries for help and mercy or for their loved ones rang like a massive cacophony of rhythm-less instruments right in her head.

One of the Orks bit the head clean off of an infant while its mother was stabbed repeatedly by its companion.

Another charged across the defensive line of some colonial defenders, swinging its 'choppa' weapon to crush a much smaller human.

While this was going on, the hundreds of gallons of Ork slush was draining at a quick pace but there was so much still. A salvo of missiles from TATSUMI flies out and bombards a curious group of Orks before they could even get within a mile of her.


Sing, DRGN SLYR, their guards, and the bridge's crew were all taking in the sight of the transformed bike. Sing and DRGN SLYR looked to have had an 'Aha' moment while the guards were clearly unfamiliar with the weapon.

"Well, that would explain why the bike was so big," Telos commented as she watched it hover in mid-air and occasionally fire a salvo of missiles at any Ork group that got too curious. "Though her manipulation of ice is incredible."

"That's what happens when I let her off the leash for one time. She goes, gets attacked by a Phrygisian and she Neblades the whole race before I even get the first report," DRGN SLYR said with a sigh.

"DRGN SLYR, it seems our Warden has been busy for good reason," Sing said airily. 'Honestly, I can't believe S-DTH was able to redesign one of those without using a computer to aid her. Very impressive.'

The Archive was just as impressed, a lidded smile tugging her lips up. "Most definitely. The HAVEN Multi-Form Chaos Control Mech has been obsolete for almost two million years, not since our war with the Flood. It's certainly nostalgic. You piloted one before, if I'm not mistaken, Sing."

"Ah, that's right. That brings back fun times."

ALCI and BETH shared a curious glance and it was DRGN SLYR who caught it and explained.

"1.8 million years ago, during our war with the Flood, we'd just come out of the war with the Forerunners who would later be defeated by the resurgence of the Flood in a case of Mutually Assured Destruction. We had just finished our newest OMEGA Weapon, the model Mark XII, when the Flood invaded our space. Caught unprepared, we lost many worlds and tens of millions of drones. The lack of fielding flesh and bone soldiers made sure we kept our edge over them but they had numbers and we only had one Mark XII while the older models were being repaired. We needed a unit that could be mass-produced, operate in contrasting environments, and lay waste to large groups of Flood parasites. We developed the HAVEN MFCC Mech. The Path of Defiance made millions and we deployed them on recently infested worlds to clear them out. After a few trials and numerous errors, we developed a model that helped push the Flood back across space while our ships bombarded the lost worlds with fire.

These mechs were capable of transformations using our knowledge of compartmentalization. The mechs could transform into either a tank or a gunship. This versatility proved instrumental in quarantining pockets of Flood infestation. During the last months of the war, something happened and one of the mechs became...corrupted," here her voice lowered, her face contemplative as she remembered that odd and potentially terrible event.

"The Flood weren't as reliant on living hosts as we thought. They were just as clever with technology and used the knowledge they gained from the Forerunners and The People (technical name for Ancient Humanity in Halo) to develop a virus that was transmittable by the sending and receiving of signals. The planet of the first corruption was lost within minutes. It didn't take long for the virus to transfer to a cargo ship and lay dormant until it reached another world. The virus continued lying in wait until dozens of worlds were secretly infected before it activated, turning tens of thousands of our HAVEN mechs against us.

We had to stop the spread by manually piloting the mechs to fight them but often times we were forced to bombard them from the atmosphere. Once the worlds were reclaimed, S-DTH led a force that captured a Gravemind. Using her cryokinesis, she froze it solid to prep for transportation. A week later, it was imprisoned within Cocytus and another week later, the Gravemind kills itself to prevent further torture and the Flood leave all of Tsvìet space.

The reclamation of our worlds in the war against our own mechs and the Flood cost us the majority of our HAVEN forces. We never knew if the virus was still lingering on one of the planets or in digital space so we stopped production of the HAVENs and isolating the virus. Since then, we've developed alternative weapon platforms to replace the HAVEN."

The Tsvìets on the bridge had been quiet and listening to the history lesson. It wasn't a relatively popular topic and the only Tsvìets still living since that war were the Tsvìet-Royals, and since there were only 13 (plus one baby), hearing a first-hand account of the war was a very rare experience.

"So," Telos started, looking back at the screen, "S-DTH has taken a great risk in remaking one?"

"Not exactly," this coming from Sing. "Specs show that this model is completely different from the HAVEN MFCC. S-DTH has built this one from the ground up and modified just about every bit of it from the original blueprint. It's also an A.I. that can coordinate with S-DTH, and its made from Life Armament, meaning it's as adaptable as Tsvìet flesh. Combine that with our far more advanced technology and the chances of that ancient virus infecting TATSUMI, especially this far away from our home galaxy, is zero percent."

Sing was clearly enjoying the spectacle of her forces slaughtering the technologically inferior Orks. "Perhaps, remembering this now and depending on how TATSUMI performs, we might restart the HAVEN programs," she mused.


It took twenty minutes for S-DTH to finish consuming the rest of the Ork slush, an amount that could fill a large pool. Her body had digested and absorbed the nutrients as fast as she drunk it. She recovered the tiny bit of energy she used in the previous fight, as well as the memories of all the Orks. The two most important aspects she got though were the connection to the WAAAGH! and a nice physiological booster to her body.

The latter was something that Neblading would definitely benefit the Tsvìets. Apparently, the more the Orks fought, the stronger and larger they got. It was how those like Ghazghkull Thraka, even with his mechanical parts, stood at sixteen feet tall while the average Ork Warboss stood around twelve feet tall. This Oggaluz was bigger than any other Ork on this planet since majority of them were part of his tribe before they'd joined Ghazghkull's WAAAGH!

If the Tsvìets all acquired that as well, it would certainly make things more interesting if they continued to wage war in this chaotic galaxy.

The main objective was completed though. Adjusting her genetic structure, she eventually found how to create a psychic signature. Due to the WAAAGH!, she felt compelled to simply cause mass destruction. The compelling was very similar to when Sing lost herself in that Uzumaki woman's personality for a moment and surged her presence over and through all of Outer Heaven. S-DTH felt the Tsvìets could definitely make their own version of the WAAAGH! gestalt field but there was something missing from the equation that she couldn't figure out yet.

Pushing humorous thoughts of an army of warmongering Tsvìets charging across space screaming 'WAAAGH!' aside for now, S-DTH began focusing on the strongest sensation within the WAAAGH! She felt her mind being tossed and turned within the tsunami of feelings. It was impossible to individualize each signature since they were all craving the same things. It was like trying to find the darkest asteroid within an entire belt.

She couldn't make heads or tails of any of it, much less finding one specific Ork. There were simply too many and she may have had better chances had the WAAAGH! splinter group been much smaller. The more failure she had, the more upset she got and when S-DTH got upset, Nature itself would suffer.

"Wha-No, that-sartxit!-I think I-FAUSXIT!" she screamed in frustration, cursing the single-track minds of the Orks. She took a deep breath to calm down. So it seemed she had underestimated the chaotic order of the WAAAGH! Well, she had an idea she could try. Powering up her psychic energy as much as she could, not letting a single bit out into the WAAAGH!, merely focusing on it as a whole, screamed-

"OGGALUZ! YOU'RE WEAK AND I CHALLENGE YOU!"

The result was synonymous with an entire tsunami suddenly calming as the chaotic flows present from all the Orks stopped. All of them were focused on two points, one she knew was herself and the other had to have been Oggaluz.

"DON'T THINK ABOUT RUNNING CUZ ME AND MY TRIBE ARE COMING TO KILL YOU!"

The calmness ended as the Orks were going wild with anticipation for this battle while they were locked in another battle against an invading fleet. She could feel nothing but love for war and the excitement for more of it. These Orks truly loved battle. Whether they are winning or losing, as long as they could fight, they were having a good time. S-DTH could respect that.

"TATSUMI, bring me the Generator and transform back into your Interceptor mode."

The mech stopped its hovering and fell back to the ground, only reactivating to not cause a needless dust cloud. Its cockpit opened up again and S-DTH hopped up to the opening and reached inside, grabbing the Generator before jumping back as TATSUMI began reforming back into its hoverbike self. S-DTH, hair billowing in the gust, stabbed the Generator into the ground and activated it.

The tip began sprouting an electric field like before and within seconds, her 2nd in Command marched out. She saluted S-DTH once she saw her. "MRDR, relay the information to the soldiers. I've got the location. I'll lead at point, 1st and 2nd squads are my left flank, 3rd and 4th squads are my right flank, and 5th are to spread out ahead to recon and harass. The Orks will be expecting us as well," S-DTH commanded.

"Your orders are understood, Primal!"

Following her were the rest of the Sky Razers, all subtly taking in the world around them. MRDR made it quick work to organize the company of cold-blooded killers. S-DTH slid into the cockpit of TATSUMI, this time leaving the cockpit retracted and just her lower body and arms up to her elbows buried in the gel substance. She would not see this slaughter through anything but her real eyes.

She revved TATSUMI up, its engines now roaring instead of being silent like before. Behind her, the three hundred strong group activated their flight units, flames exploding from their twin wings to lift them up from the ground and their armor glistening off the red sun. With the distant sun hours from setting behind them, with machines sounding like a monster truck derby, she let a blood thirsty smile creep up her face like a snake.

"My prey is Oggaluz. He is mine alone. Take your pick of the rest. Sky Razers, bring Hell to these Orks.


I don't really have much to say at the end of this chapter except thank you all for staying with this story so far. I'm terribly sorry for the long wait but as you can imagine, writing this was a pain in the ass. Please review and I hope you enjoy the opening for this battle. The true slaughter begins with the theme of Accept's song 'Teutonic Terror.'

Lu Bane Na out.