On the opposite side of Tirol, the Robotech Masters brooded in frustration
at the almost total loss of their home world. What survivors existed were
all aboard the mother ships, massive war vessels bristling with weaponry,
more than adequate to defend against the Invid mecha. The invid were coming
closer to discovering their secret hiding spot, a rare phenomenon that
prevented detection from all sensors...but also prevented most weapon
systems from functioning. It was here the Masters waited for reinforcements
from their powerful race of warriors...the Zentradi and an imperial class
fleet of warships...which meant 1 million vessels and countless wings of
battlepods.
The Zentradi were coming at the direct order of the Robotech Masters, to take Zor away to a base they had somewhere...Dolza himself would be escorting Zor to the base where they would await Dolza's mobile command base to come and pick them up. Once there, nothing could touch them. As if on queue, space seemed to tear itself apart, and with great flashes of light, a million zentradi vessels folded into the system, mecha deploying instantly to protect the vessels from the massive invid armadas of mecha. Once their defenses were in place, they signaled the Masters. Dolza came on a monitor. "Greetings Master, this is Chief Commander Dolza, honored to be here at your request. Our defenses are in place and we are prepared to receive Zor. We await your instructions," he said nobly. The Masters conversed momentarily, then turned to him. "Dolza, Zor will be bringing his latest fortress with him, prepare to provide cover fire and form your departing vessels to cover the battle fortress." they said as one. Dolza saluted and closed the channel. Several vessels began to move sub light drives churning. A wing of scout frigates and a few cruisers and destroyers were sent into covering fire positions. The vessels began to shimmer in the light from the star, as laser turrets were uncovered, and began to charge. When all the systems were ready, the battle fortress started its ascent. The invid responded slowly, mecha taking whole minutes to launch.
The fortress was bristling with weaponry that Zor had designed, and point defense turrets began to fire off, cutting through light invid mecha armor like cheese. The first wave of invid scouts retreated, and shock troopers began to race up from below. The fortress fired off some heavy weapons, and called for help. The orbiting Zentradi fleet responded with a devastating twist. A hundred thousand laser bolts fired off, coming down upon the invid like a rainstorm. The heavy beams of azure death sliced into mecha, obliterating them completely, incinerating and vaporizing their targets. The fortress continued to rise, and the zentradi continued to pour fire on the invid, who began sending up enforcer units, which actually made it into cannon range a few times, only one or two getting of shots that barely connected.
The zentradi spoke among themselves quickly, and one of their most elite squadrons...the Quadrono Battalion, was sent to reinforce the fortress, and more and more mecha as the massive ship got closer and not hitting the vessel with zentradi guns became more difficult. Battlepods, powered armor, and Cyclops vessels went tearing in to cover the giant fortress, guns blazing and missiles flying, explosions pock marking the Tirolian sky...all the while the invid grew more enraged as Zor, their object of vengeance escaped, slipped past them, and joined the Zentradi fleet. On the bridge of his massive fortress, Zor scowled, and kicked himself for his discoveries, cursed his luck, and cursed protoculture for twisting fate, especially his. He sat rigid in his command chair, silently cheering the invid on, praying for his death, but knowing that the masters could revive him should they choose to, which they would.
Finally, his vessel cleared the atmosphere. The zentradi uploaded jump coordinates, and the small fleet of ships folded into another system, long forgotten by Tirol, where the Zentradi had a small outpost. The vessels folded, and the invid struck. They too, knew about the "hole in space" where weapons and sensors didn't work. At least a hundred thousand shock trooper and several hundred enforcers whipped out of hiding, guns blazing. Plasma globules and annihilation discs spewed outward, blowing mecha to smithereens and cutting lethal holes in capital ship armor.
The invid had a good twenty seconds of surprise before they were cut to ribbons. The Zentradi handled it before the Masters could, their missile tubes and mecha making short work of the crab like mecha. A squadron of enforcers got past the bombardments, and landed on the hull of a scout frigate, to which they began to rip apart. One enforcer fired a large laser blast from its shoulder cannons, slicing into the hull, and cutting a hole large enough for he and his squad mates to enter through, a boarding action. But these zentradi almost wished to die; such was the record of this scout frigate. It self destructed, blowing the last of the invid mecha to pieces. The Masters nearly sighed with relief...it was over for now...
The Zentradi were coming at the direct order of the Robotech Masters, to take Zor away to a base they had somewhere...Dolza himself would be escorting Zor to the base where they would await Dolza's mobile command base to come and pick them up. Once there, nothing could touch them. As if on queue, space seemed to tear itself apart, and with great flashes of light, a million zentradi vessels folded into the system, mecha deploying instantly to protect the vessels from the massive invid armadas of mecha. Once their defenses were in place, they signaled the Masters. Dolza came on a monitor. "Greetings Master, this is Chief Commander Dolza, honored to be here at your request. Our defenses are in place and we are prepared to receive Zor. We await your instructions," he said nobly. The Masters conversed momentarily, then turned to him. "Dolza, Zor will be bringing his latest fortress with him, prepare to provide cover fire and form your departing vessels to cover the battle fortress." they said as one. Dolza saluted and closed the channel. Several vessels began to move sub light drives churning. A wing of scout frigates and a few cruisers and destroyers were sent into covering fire positions. The vessels began to shimmer in the light from the star, as laser turrets were uncovered, and began to charge. When all the systems were ready, the battle fortress started its ascent. The invid responded slowly, mecha taking whole minutes to launch.
The fortress was bristling with weaponry that Zor had designed, and point defense turrets began to fire off, cutting through light invid mecha armor like cheese. The first wave of invid scouts retreated, and shock troopers began to race up from below. The fortress fired off some heavy weapons, and called for help. The orbiting Zentradi fleet responded with a devastating twist. A hundred thousand laser bolts fired off, coming down upon the invid like a rainstorm. The heavy beams of azure death sliced into mecha, obliterating them completely, incinerating and vaporizing their targets. The fortress continued to rise, and the zentradi continued to pour fire on the invid, who began sending up enforcer units, which actually made it into cannon range a few times, only one or two getting of shots that barely connected.
The zentradi spoke among themselves quickly, and one of their most elite squadrons...the Quadrono Battalion, was sent to reinforce the fortress, and more and more mecha as the massive ship got closer and not hitting the vessel with zentradi guns became more difficult. Battlepods, powered armor, and Cyclops vessels went tearing in to cover the giant fortress, guns blazing and missiles flying, explosions pock marking the Tirolian sky...all the while the invid grew more enraged as Zor, their object of vengeance escaped, slipped past them, and joined the Zentradi fleet. On the bridge of his massive fortress, Zor scowled, and kicked himself for his discoveries, cursed his luck, and cursed protoculture for twisting fate, especially his. He sat rigid in his command chair, silently cheering the invid on, praying for his death, but knowing that the masters could revive him should they choose to, which they would.
Finally, his vessel cleared the atmosphere. The zentradi uploaded jump coordinates, and the small fleet of ships folded into another system, long forgotten by Tirol, where the Zentradi had a small outpost. The vessels folded, and the invid struck. They too, knew about the "hole in space" where weapons and sensors didn't work. At least a hundred thousand shock trooper and several hundred enforcers whipped out of hiding, guns blazing. Plasma globules and annihilation discs spewed outward, blowing mecha to smithereens and cutting lethal holes in capital ship armor.
The invid had a good twenty seconds of surprise before they were cut to ribbons. The Zentradi handled it before the Masters could, their missile tubes and mecha making short work of the crab like mecha. A squadron of enforcers got past the bombardments, and landed on the hull of a scout frigate, to which they began to rip apart. One enforcer fired a large laser blast from its shoulder cannons, slicing into the hull, and cutting a hole large enough for he and his squad mates to enter through, a boarding action. But these zentradi almost wished to die; such was the record of this scout frigate. It self destructed, blowing the last of the invid mecha to pieces. The Masters nearly sighed with relief...it was over for now...
