(A/N:I've decided that rather than a longwinded prologue, a short story and then an epilogue, I will make it a multipart thing which has an indeterminate end as of yet. I am still writing into the future. Also, with a 50 chapter build up I believe you all will be disappointed at the anti-climactic end this takes.)
The promised day had come. The mechs, Arjunas, lined up, all other soldiers gathered around them.
Xavier marched back and forth in front of them atop Sleipnir, "We are mighty! The Brotherhood of Steel, with their advanced technology and grand training, acknowledged our superiority by never entering the Wasteland again! We have tamed the Wasteland and are making it green! These men, have come here, not to conquer, but out of fear! They fear that we may conquer them! And they are right! We have the Arjunas! And we, like the mighty warrior, shall crush them! Wait for the Arjunas to run out of arrows before marching! We do not need our own men impaled upon spikes!"
The forces of Ronto waited behind their sandbags, peeking over the top of them. The battlefield was barren and gray, much like most of the Wasteland had been. The remains of an old country road bisected the battlefield.
"Ready!" Xavier shouted. The Arjunas drew arrows and nocked them, "Aim." The aiming systems locked onto the targets, "Fire!" 50 spears of steel flew through the air, two and a half meters long each.
The forces of Ronto were unprepared. Their armor was punctured and obliterated. Several of the ceramic plates splintered, shattering and flying away from the newly made corpses.
"Fire at will!" Xavier ordered. A flurry of steel spears flew through the air as the forces of Ronto attempted to run across the battlefield. None of them were successful, "Halt!" Xavier ordered as the remaining forces began to retreat, "All agile units, cut off their retreat, make them beg for mercy! They shall surrender or they shall die! But they shall have the choice!" His forces moved out, running past the field of impaled corpses. They got in front of the retreating forces of Ronto, all traces of discipline abandoned them and they dropped their weapons as they stumbled backwards.
The chant came from the whole army of Elysium, "Surrender or die, surrender or die!"
The men of Ronto began to prostrate themselves.
"To Ronto!" The Arjunas walked along the battlefield, pulling the spears lose and shaking the corpses off of them. Half of the army stayed behind to escort the ex Rontons to the capital of Elysium.
The army leading the Rontons back to Elysium cheered. Surely this was their victory.
