The cruisers and scout ships were there one minute, and crackling, burning,
dying hulks the next. Something had destroyed them. Myiria and the
Quadronos had been on patrol at the time, thus saving them from
destruction, but leaving them very stranded in the Prenta system, a nothing
world really, with primitive technology compared to the Zentradi, but with
apparently a very nasty, undetectable super weapon of some kind. Myiria had
no idea what was going on, but fortunately, Osh stepped up to the task, and
informed the unit she was assuming command. The battalion accepted quickly,
needing a leader. Osh decided to take inventory. They were fully armed and
had plenty of internal consumable supplies left. Osh led the squadron on a
short trip to the planets moon, which had an atmosphere, and possibly a
colony. Osh's objective was to sneak in and capture the colony's control
center, and hold it for ransom until they could call for help or escape.
The plan sounded good, until the moon's defenders came rushing up to meet
them, ugly brown mecha firing lasers. Osh boosted into the thick of them,
evading shots left and right as the rest of her unit came screaming in
behind her, firing away. Myiria boosted in to slug an enemy unit that was
sneaking up on Osh, firing her chest auto cannons as she knocked it back,
running a line of angry holes up the flanks of the mecha, causing it to
flinch, then detonate from within, power system being holed a hundred
times. More mecha streamed forward, and Myiria and Osh went back-to-back,
chest and wrist cannons blazing. The rest of the unit leapt into the fray,
missiles streaking every which way, blowing Prentan mecha to pieces,
incinerating them, or crippling them. The Quadronos swooped and dove and
dodged, jinked, juked, flipped, spun, and fired, and it seemed to the
Prentan mecha that they were everywhere, swarming all over them, and at one
point, literally using invid tactics, tackling head long, and ripping them
to pieces with their manipulators. Myiria found herself tackling two
smaller mecha with each arm, jamming the wrist cannons inside their head
sections, and blasting away. Sparks flew, and the two mecha were consumed
with secondary explosions. She then whipped her armor around, chest cannons
blazing blue fire, tearing the heads from to more mecha, while extending
her arms straight out to either side, firing the wrist cannons in rapid
volleys, blowing gaping, lethal holes in the chests of two more. She went
on the move again, an avenging angel of death, swooping in and out of
formations, scoring kill after kill. She saved several members of her unit
from death, shooting down missiles, blasting them as they raised hand held
mecha weapons. Myiria spun, and to her surprise, she had defeated a
majority of the squadron of enemies, leaving one left, surrounded by the
entire Quadrono battalion. They all raised their wrist cannons, and
immolated the last unit. Then, they spun, and came tearing in at the
surface.
***
The Prentans where a cocky race, believing that superior numbers was more than a match for the last surviving Zentradi forces in their sector. Their missile and surface defense batteries never came online; never even open their covers. It was the biggest mistake they had ever made. Bolts of blue fire raked across the command complex from out of nowhere, large bursts of azure fire slammed into the roof areas, where the large anti air weapons were kept. The turrets and batteries were destroyed utterly, then, the missiles mounted on the racks detonated, blowing gigantic holes in the armored roof, through which the Quadrono's directed their fire. Giant blasts of energy crashed into the floor of the top level, and punched all the way through to the ground, setting a hundred fires, and killing almost everyone inside the compound. The giant battle suits crashed onto the surface, and blasted all the nearby structures, toppling them. Then, Osh clicked her com unit to scan for active frequencies, of unknown origin. It found one, and she connected to it. "Attention, this is the Quadrono battalion. Your moon and everything on it, now belong to us. Any attacks will result in the deaths of all your civilians." she said coldly, killing the channel. With that Osh turned her mecha to Myira's. "Myiria..." she began through a secure channel. "I saw you fighting...and I believe that you are far better suited for command of this unit than I am. I am transferring control to you." she said simply. Myiria breathed hard. It was exhilarating, control of one of the most elite units in the history of the Zentradi, even if temporary. Osh made the announcement, and Myiria made her mecha salute, right fist coming into the left breastplate of her war machine. The other Quadronos followed suite, returning the salute. Myiria felt pride and honor, and glory most of all, but somewhere in the back of her mind, the wheels were turning. This was going to be a very bloody mission, if they survived. Myiria knew it, and accepted it. After all, she was Zentradi...
***
The Prentans where a cocky race, believing that superior numbers was more than a match for the last surviving Zentradi forces in their sector. Their missile and surface defense batteries never came online; never even open their covers. It was the biggest mistake they had ever made. Bolts of blue fire raked across the command complex from out of nowhere, large bursts of azure fire slammed into the roof areas, where the large anti air weapons were kept. The turrets and batteries were destroyed utterly, then, the missiles mounted on the racks detonated, blowing gigantic holes in the armored roof, through which the Quadrono's directed their fire. Giant blasts of energy crashed into the floor of the top level, and punched all the way through to the ground, setting a hundred fires, and killing almost everyone inside the compound. The giant battle suits crashed onto the surface, and blasted all the nearby structures, toppling them. Then, Osh clicked her com unit to scan for active frequencies, of unknown origin. It found one, and she connected to it. "Attention, this is the Quadrono battalion. Your moon and everything on it, now belong to us. Any attacks will result in the deaths of all your civilians." she said coldly, killing the channel. With that Osh turned her mecha to Myira's. "Myiria..." she began through a secure channel. "I saw you fighting...and I believe that you are far better suited for command of this unit than I am. I am transferring control to you." she said simply. Myiria breathed hard. It was exhilarating, control of one of the most elite units in the history of the Zentradi, even if temporary. Osh made the announcement, and Myiria made her mecha salute, right fist coming into the left breastplate of her war machine. The other Quadronos followed suite, returning the salute. Myiria felt pride and honor, and glory most of all, but somewhere in the back of her mind, the wheels were turning. This was going to be a very bloody mission, if they survived. Myiria knew it, and accepted it. After all, she was Zentradi...
