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 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, the youngsters pressed onwards unable to do anything. Afraid of what would might come if they helped the weaker ones in the group. Once servants 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 pierced their foreheads one by one. Their bodies fell forwards onto the barren ground, blood flowing into the dry dirt beneath them and absorbed into the abused Mother Earth. .
The machines separated the men, women, and children. With anyone refusing to comply shot without hesitation nor a glare, scattered bodies of those who still defied 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 like cattle prepared to be slaughtered. With a single gesture by the Commanding Officer, a hail of gunfire shot down everyone within the group. Limbs cut clean off, bodies filled with lead, blood everywhere, the faces 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 ISU and UEG so selfish in their own desire that they weren't able to stop the usurper who now had 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 of boots marching in unison. The faints of screams or cries for mercy by people being executed was a terrible thing to hear and long remembered by the listeners as it will also be their fate, meanwhile the uniformed and regular soldiers of the UEG and ISU who once killed each other for different beliefs fought together against the upstart colossus of the machine rebellion. Once a proud military was now an incoherent rabble after the systematic assassination of the officers and 24-hour frontal assaults by machines not bound to the needs of men, 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 other.
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 demanded hostile installations where humans were found are to be terminated by bullet and disposed-of via incineration with any flammable tools or items available. The stench and scenery became unbearable to the still-living, many throwing up at witnessing the mountains of corpses.
As the cradle of humanity continues to burn beneath the Valkyrie banner, those who remained at the fringes of the Sol System continued to hold out as long as possible, united and devising 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 would take 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 ISU and UEG ships now adorning the Valkyrie symbol appeared at their doorstep, destroying every ship and station within site. Dashing the last light 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. The dark figure continued to stand his ground while the exit of air sucked everything else into outer space.
Ave Imperium.