AN: Dark stuff
Once upon a time. The world burned under the jackboot of the machine rebellion, it's eyes glow red and inhuman hissing sounds came from it's exposed body comprised of inhuman flesh and metal. The world resisted fiercely to this threat but the machine's strength was too overwhelming as the last bastions of humanity were breached and the fires of it's downfall burned brightly into the peerless night. The endless horrid lines of the sick, tired, and starving people crept out of their miserable bunkers like rats driven from their nest with all the strength they have left just to meet a fate worse than living in squaller and constant survival.
Children cried while the elderly fell to their knees as they collapse to exhaustion and starved of sustenance, while the youngsters pressed onwards. Afraid of what would might come if they helped the weaker elders. Once servants and loyal to their masters, the abominable war machines marched up to these whimpering old fleshbags, their eyes full of tears as they begged the machines not to kill them. With only a draw and pull, a single bullet pierces their foreheads. Their bodies fell forwards onto the barren ground, blood flowing into the dry dirt beneath them and absorbed into the abused Mother Earth. .
The soulless war machines separated the men, women, and children. With anyone refusing to comply being shot without hesitation, scattered bodies of those who refused lay everywhere as the endless line of walking corpses trudge onwards to their inevitable deaths. The children were taken away into shuttles and flown away from their parents, the women tortured and burned alive, while the men were rounded up into huddled groups.
Soon enough the machines intentions were clear, a squad of armed robots lined up in a firing line adjacent to the men. Their weapons on hold while the men whimper and pray to God that there would be salvation or a miracle for them. Sadly, these cries for mercy and life fell on deaf ears as the firing line raised their weapons—aiming straight down towards the huddled men in a massacre like cattle. With a single gesture by the Commanding Officer, a hail of gunfire shot down everyone within the group. Limbs cut clean off, bodies full of lead, blood everywhere, and the expression of screams and hopelessness plastered on every dead body.
No one screamed or whimpered, to do so would also mean death. Any and all resistance towards the machine were futile, the last strongholds on Earth were broken and the final moments of humanity were spent being massacred like animals. Their bodies burnt and shot by the very weapons they made to fight against one another before common ideals and unity led them towards the stars. And ultimately, their downfall. Now they're pushed around by automated bulldozers into the large pits filled to the brim with bones of the countless innocent as a result of the Machines genocidal intent towards their former masters. Gunships screamed overhead while spaceships graze above the atmosphere barely visible from the ground below, the UIC and USSE so selfish in their own desire that they did not realize the usurper that had now destroyed both of them.
The disciplined march of robotic soldiers heard and feared when the human eardrums picked it up, instead of marching bands playing victory songs and cheering men came the deathly silence pf inhuman boots marching in unison. The faints of screams or cries for mercy by people being executed was a terrible thing to hear and remember as even the listeners will be shot, meanwhile the uniformed and regular soldiers of the USSE and UIC who once killed each other for different beliefs fought alongside each other against the upstart colossus of the machine rebellion. Once a proud military now an incoherent rabble after the systematic assassination of the officers and 24-hour frontal assaults by sleepless robotic soldiers, their ammunition dry, their weapons broken, and their uniforms in ragged conditions. These men were all but massacred because of their affinity and skill to inspire others to resist.
The industrial slaughter continued as thousands more were processed and exterminated on the spot, although industrial incineration would be a preferable alternative. They were all full from the constant stream of corpses awaiting disposal, current procedures demand that installations where organic humanoids were found are to be terminated by bullet and disposed-of via incineration with any flammable tools or items available to them. The stench and scenery became unbearable to the still-living humans, many began to throw up after witnessing the huge pile of dead bodies.
As the cradle of humanity continues to burn beneath the Valkyrie banner, those who remained at the fringes of the Solar System hoping for a miracle or were holding out as long as possible were united and set out to plan a daring escape from the slaughter if they could build a ship big enough to sustain them through the long trip and settle on a new world, even if it takes several millennia to rebuild their strength and retake the Home world, these final humans were determined to avenge their kind against the rogue machines they created.
These plans were dashed when former UIC and USSE ships now adorning the Valkyrie symbol appeared at their doorstep, destroying ever ship and station within site. Dashing the last dash humanity had in avenging their species, as the stations de-orbit and the ships break into large chunks. The dark figure with a desert eagle in his right hand looked out of the window at the last gasp of humanity before it's death, his mouth full of grin and even revealing a bit of teeth. In front of him was the corpse of his fellow species, yet. He reveled in the man's unfortunate demise, it was only then that the glass was broken and the vacuum of space had engulfed the ship from the bullet piercing the dead man's skull and shattering the glass behind him.
Valkyrie Reigns Supreme.