Alexander 3
They were up to something.
He didn't know what that something was exactly, but he knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that they were up to something.
The fact he had made it this far into the enemy's defensive net was his first clue.
"The easy way is always mined," he whispered to himself as he dedicated a few more cycles to examining the date his scanners were picking up.
He watched the shattered remains of the enemy fleet scramble before him as he advanced like the coming of Death itself, then frowned at the battle map as a half dozen of the enemy ships broke off and turned on him in what he could only assume was a suicide run.
He had to assume that due to the fact none of the ships made it closer than extreme range before his slip fighters and smart missiles wiped them from the universe.
Throwing even more power into the sensors, Xander wondered again what he had missed. After all, if a battle was going this well it meant either the sudden and unlamented death of the demonic entity known as Murphy… "Or we're about to walk into an ambush," he muttered before looking at the map once again.
"Break off! All ships, break off! Come around to one-one mark seven six three and prepare for long range missile engagement." He ordered as the enemy fleet continued to plunge towards their homeworld in a desperate bid to escape.
He watched as his Nietzchean commanders wavered for a moment because their blood rage urged them to follow the fleeing enemy to the very gates of the underworld.
"Weapons officer!" He shouted and smiled at the quick response from that station. "Lock onto any ship that refuses my orders and prepare to fire." He listened to the stunned acknowledgement.
Waiting a moment for the lock to be noticed by his wayward ships he turned to his Comm officer and smiled, "Now please resend the order and tell them to… expedite."
The orders were received and he smiled when the nine cruisers turned and made their way back to him at full military speed.
Nodding as the ships pulled into position, he reminded himself to… /Reprimand the captains of those ships later./
Pushing the thought to the back of his mind, he watched the command map and grinned when twenty heavy battle wagons pulled out of the asteroid field as three missile carriers slipped around the planet to expose their long range broadside to his fleet.
"Impressive, not going to stand up to me in a straight fight, but if they had managed to catch us blind we'd be in for a hurting before we broke through." He said in appreciation for his opponent's tactics. "There's probably another skirmish fleet or two out there, along with the planetary defenses. We would have had a hard time taking and holding the planet if we rushed them."
Thinking of the situation again, he smiled at the map before turning towards his pilot, "All ships are ordered to link defenses to us and drop to 'Armus' if we fall." He ordered before singling out a battle wagon for execution. "All ships, target Tango-Tango one niner seven and prepare for volley launch. Astro, plot us a course and bring us into three hundred K-clicks. Let's beat these toys to scrap."
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Xander growled as he glared at the smirking avatar before looking back at the estimated losses for the battle. Seventy-three percent of the fleet he had entered the system with had been lost. A total of ninety-six ships and their crews wiped from existence along with the planet and every single one of its occupants. An estimated eight billion people dead in an instant.
"Nova bombs were not part of the scenario," he complained as Rommie just shrugged.
"Nova bombs were not ireported/i and so you assumed there were none." She corrected with a grin at the growling android before her.
"No sane person would nova their own sun just to keep us from taking their world," he claimed before thinking of the history of violence the world had attained before he had entered the system. "They weren't…" he got out before his duplicate interrupted him.
"Xander, get to Andromeda's infirmary, inow/i
Looking at his sibling of sorts, both Androids took off at a run that would leave any slayer in the dust.
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She was not having a good day. The last thing she remembered was standing over the grave of Alexander Lavelle Harris as the coffin had been lowered into the ground by several distraught slayers and then…nothing.
She had the sense that time had passed, but she could not even begin to guess how long, then she was waking up in a weird military style hospital with a purple skinned demon girl standing over her.
That led her to this point, standing with her back to the wall and fending off several human looking beings that yelled at her in a weird language.
The door at the back of the room opened with a hiss as two more people entered moving too fast to be human.
The first was a dark haired woman that may have been a slayer.
The second was the one that caught her attention though.
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Xander entered the infirmary a half step behind Rommie and skidded to a halt at the sight of a single individual that by all rights should not and could not be here.
"Dawn?" he whispered as the mystical key from Sunnydale turned towards him in shock before her eyes rolled up in her head and the youngest daughter of the fictional Joyce Summers passed out cold.