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Azrael The Deplorable: Well you see, they will be called Terrans soon, Strangrealians is just a code word I guess, I know it sounds dumb but just bear with me here. After Christophsis you will never hear, or at least rarely hear the term again. :)
Janny092: Yeah I mean the Star Wars Galaxy does take heavy influence from the British and German Empires/ Reich's
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This chapter is focused on the battle, next one will be more political and yes the Sangheili will redeem themselves.
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Location: Landing Point Barbarossa (Fortunate Son- Clearwater Revival)
63rd Mechanized Infantry Assault Brigade
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"GO! GO! GO!"
"HOW MANY DO THEY HAVE?"
"DIE WHITEY TIGHTIES!"
"RELOADING!"
"CORPSMAN!"
"SECTOR L6 IS BEING OVERRUN WE CAN'T HOL…AGHHH!"
The battle for Landing Point Barbarossa began to heat up as the soldiers of the 63rd Mechanized tried their best to hold the lines of the landing zones.
"THEY JUST KEEP COMING" yelled a Terran Soldier as the Clones of the 154th Star Assault Legion threw themselves into the murderous fire of the Defensive lines. It was a meat grinder as the soldiers of the 63rd braved the assault as dirt and earth flew all around the combatants.
"WHERES MY FUCKING AIR SUPPORT?" yelled Colonel Liem Huu as his accent only added to the rage of his command staff.
"They are incoming 5 minutes sir," said a lieutenant as Colonel Huu just looked on.
"I don't have 2 minutes, dammit!" he yelled in frustration as the map of the makeshift command center shook as artillery began to rain on the Terrans.
The battle outside was becoming dire as the Clones managed to penetrate into parts of the FOB as the Terrans struggled to hold to Sectors L5 and L6 was just completely overrun as evidenced by a battle battered Ox exploding into a million pieces as 3 rockets from the Republic slammed into the weakened IFV.
Huu had been losing armour left and right at this point, eventually the Republic strategy of throwing men at problems caught up with the battered support vehicles.
"Call in the navy and tell them to send one of their frigates!" yelled Colonel Huu as the Republic began its assault on the FOB, soldiers were dropping like flies, the technological superiority of the UTSC was null as the Republic swarmed positions.
Huu had enough as he got on the line with a naval destroyer, the TCWS Emmanuel Lomax as he vented his anger to its commanding officer.
"Get me a danger close for god sake! I need a…" an explosion rocked the command center highlighting the arrival of enemy warships over the area.
"But you are too close, what if we accidentally hit any blues?" said the Commanding Officer, his morality blocking his thoughts of service.
"The situation calls for it! We will all die without your support versus at least some of us would survive bombardment!" yelled Huu, enraged as the Commanding Officer of the Emmanuel Lomax flinched in surprise.
"Copy, we are heading to your positions, laser the targets you want us to hit and the munitions will do the rest," said the Commanding Officer as the feed cut off. Huu looked into the sky to see an enemy Corvette get hit by a blue beam as it disintegrated into nothingness.
"Hunker down! We have danger close!" yelled a lieutenant as Huu stood and felt the earth beneath him shake as the Destroyer fired everything it had, he looked at the casualty count as the AI gave him the report, he felt his stomach drop as a tear dropped from his eyes, their sacrifice for the greater defense of Terra will never be forgotten.
He saw the flames of battle as he heard the whirring of fresh reinforcements; he sighed in relief as the 63rd finally fell back as the 25th Panzer's moved up and began to assault Republic positions.
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Location: Enemy Landing Point, 154th Star Assault Legion, 34th Attack Battalion
Commander 'Bolt' CC-1872
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The whines of blaster fire mixed with the alien barks of the attacker's weapons as Commander Bolt sat in the command center, moving troops into the square to fend off the attackers.
"Where's my air support?" he yelled as a clone approached him.
"The fleet reports that they are 100% engaged and can not spare any fighters at the moment, however, Admiral Jabim is sending in 3 Pelta Class Frigates for support however," said the clone as Bolt looked on the holo map.
"He can send in frigates yet he can't send in dedicated fighters?" he said with a seething tone. He was mad and for good reason, he had already lost a couple of Turbo Tanks to the attackers, but medical frigates, no matter how under-armed they were, would have to do for now.
"I thought we had them encircled. Why are we retreating?" he asked frustrated, he had the enemy on the run and was about to take their FOB but now he saw so many clones just running back and limping back.
"Reports of enemy heavy armor and reinforcements have led to us retreating since they would have overrun their positions," said a Clone officer as Bolt looked at the map, he thought maybe frigates were a better option.
"We lost contact with the Refuge 7!" yelled a clone as Bolt looked out to see a blue beam slam into the Pelta as it crumpled and blew up into a fantastic fireworks show.
"Firefek," said Bolt as he gazed into the sky.
He had dealt with droids before but this took the cake, normally the B1's that he had encountered would just march forward with heavy support until they were all destroyed. But now he had to deal with an extremely maneuverable enemy whose weapons seemed to outmatch anything in the Republic's arsenal.
Did he mention that they used Slug Throwers?
To Bolt, it was a surprise and he actually scoffed, but now he wished he could go back and slap the arrogance of his former self into the ground. He had to use all of his Kamino training to stay afloat.
Now he had to deal with these people whose name or race he did not know and they brought the portable firepower of an SPHA-T that just absolutely melted the poor Pelta.
"Tell the other Frigates to scatter! We can't lose more!" said Bolt as the command for the other Peltas to GTFO was heard as the other 2 Peltas began to rise.
Then one of them exploded as a blue streak of light shone across the sky as it ripped through one of the Peltas as it kept on its path, unhindered as the 3rd Pelta tried to run away from its attacker.
It was unsuccessful as the Pelta collided with the warship as it broke apart into millions of pieces while the attacking warship glowed a soft gold color.
Bolt got a real bad feeling.
"Kriff," he said as the warship cast its shadow on the ground below as it fired its secondary armaments. The Geneva Class GEN V fired its Mini-MAECs, Rail Guns, and energy projectors to the surface below as the clone FOB became nothing but molten slag and glass.
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Location: Landing Point Barbarossa
25th Panzergrenideir Brigade
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The 25th Panzer landed on the surface of Christophsis under heavy fire as they disembarked from the landers as they assaulted their objectives for the day. Landing Point Barbarossa was still heavily contested as both sides began to shuffle their forces to and fro as they struggled to hold what was essentially the center of Christophsis.
A Super Pelican came down as it released its M105 companion as it came down with a very loud thump.
The Pelican then flew away as it dodged an Anti-aircraft fire to land its troops in a less heated area.
In the M105 a young Lieutenant, Kenny Conolly readies the gun as the powerful beast of armor trembles forward as it keeps its turret facing toward battle.
"Alright boys, we are needed for a line of sight mission, get ready to lase your targets!" yelled the Tank Commander, Commander James Nabbit, as Kenny got the icon that the gun was loaded and ready to fire.
"Fire at the first thing you see, we are the tip of the spear!" he added.
"Target spotted! Identified as a Beetle, take it out!"
Kenny aimed the gun and fired, "Sabot out!"
The round ripped through the air as it slammed into the side of the AT-TE as it belched flame as it got a nice 5 Foot hole put into its side as it ignited the Tibanna Gas stores. It continued on to take out another AT-TE as it impacted a building and lodged itself inside.
"Not bad Gunner!" said the driver of the M105, Jared Hasan, whilst Kenny nodded as he looked for more targets.
A flight of 3 Super Pelicans crested over the horizon as they fired their extensive armaments of missiles from their hardpoints as well as their 70mm Rapid Fire Chain Coil Guns.
The Republic Lines began to soften as the thermobaric munitions slammed into them as they flattening the ground and quite literally anyone in the blast radius. The Republic fired their extensive Anti-Air Armaments but the reversed-engineered Forerunner and Ancient Human Shielding held very well as they rose into the sky.
"Made with love from the lord Jesus Christ bitch!" yelled the driver as he began to laugh maniacally as he drove the tank to a nice cozy spot that looked down across another road.
"All tank units, we have spotted the Republic's first line of defense as well as some artillery pieces, get ready to shoot and scoot!" said the overall commander of the 25th Panzer's Gerald Konigs.
The Centipedes continued their advance as they aimed their guns at the artillery of the Republic, which the battle net tagged as AV-7 Anti-Tank Guns.
"Watch out for those ones, they have a nasty bite," said Commander Nabbit as Kenny aimed the gun at the AV-7 when a beam of the blue came out of nowhere and impacted an M105. The Plasma Jet that came at the speed of light vaporized half of the tank and the crew inside as the shields did nothing to stop it.
"What the fuck was that?" asked a very concerned and panicked tank driver as the M105s began to scatter like flies on a carcass as they began to look for the source of the beam.
Another 4 beams slammed into the formation as the tanks frantically tried to spot their targets as well as trying to survive.
Kenny peered into the sight of the M105 as he looked around as the VISRAV Optics began to scan the area to find a heat source of any kind. He then found his target, 3 miles away from the main battle, 4 SPHA-T's.
"Bingo," he said as he fired the M105's main cannon as a Sabot round flew true and impacted the mighty SPHA-T but to his surprise, the beast didn't even flinch.
"What the fuck?" he said as the Sabot round fired at hypersonic speeds penetrated but failed to kill one of the SPHA-T.
"Maybe fire a HESPW? I'll raise the alarm over the radio, just try to distract their things until our flyboys fuck them up with a carpet bomb," said Commander Nibbits as the Auto Loader loaded the HESPW into the gun.
"Loaded Squash!"
Kenny hit the trigger as the HESPW fired from the gun as it went at tremendous speeds. The Squash hit the SPHA-T seconds later as it caused catastrophic damage to its cockpit, the plasma about as hot as the sun melted through and turned the clones inside into mush and sludge.
"Confirmed Disabled Shot! Nice work Kenny!" said Commander Nibbits as a flight of HSB-120 Heavy Bombers flew over the city, each letting loose their 100, 500 ton thermobaric warheads onto the city as they leveled infrastructure to make way for the other landing zones.
"Lasering Target, all tanks fire on shared bullseye!" yelled Commander Nibbits as the M105's began to fire in retribution for their fallen comrades as unfortunately, another beam managed to hit an M105, turning it into slag.
All of a sudden the last SPHA-T fired its charged turret into a hovering UTSC Frigate as it slammed into the shields of the Frigate, passing clean through as the Frigate stayed upright, luckily not being hit in any vital compartments though had to retreat to clean the 8 meter hole in its hull later.
Finally, the last SPHA-T fell silent as the M105's turned to see their original objectives turned into slag as 4 M10D Gila Monsters trudge forward, dealing death and destruction to the Clone Army.
"Move out! We are close to the capital! Hahaha!" said Commander Nibbits laughing as the automated M2A19 turrets on the top of the gun began to fire their 12.7x 55mm HVAP at 850 rpm as the 50 Caliber rounds passed through numerous clones running away from the armored beasts as hell rained down on the citizenry of Christophsis.
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Location: Christophsis, M10 Gila Monster PAMS
Lieutenant George Sadan, 25th Panzergrenedier Brigade, 2nd Squad
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A pair of Super Pelicans dropped their pair of M10 Gila Monster PAMS's as they flew off as the Mech Suits got online as Lieutenant Sadan checked his neural interface with the walker.
"Right now we have some heavy resistance up ahead, flyboys have softened them up for us but we are going to have to do the rest," said his commanding officer, Lieutenant Commander Sasha Clarke as the Gila's of 2nd squad made their way towards the battlefield.
George looked around from the sealed cockpit of the M10 as he spotted an artillery position giving the Marines trouble as he fired 10 rounds from the Balkan ARGC. The smart munitions controlled by a dumb AI guided themselves to the position as 10 explosions marked the killing of the artillery.
"Nice kill, we have reported armor coming in through this area so be careful," said Lieutenant Commander Clarke as George mentally nodded as the Gila made its way to a position overlooking a town square.
"There, Targets spotted, 4 Beetle Tangos! Take'em out!"
The M10Ds fired their 25mm Punisher Miniguns as the rounds hit the Republic AT-TEs with devastating results through sheer mass of fire, the AT-TEs gave up and eventually were turned to slag.
"Keep moving! Government offices are reported to be this way!" said Commander Clarke as her M10 Punched a poor AT-RT, sending it flying into a building, crushing its single occupant.
"Let us see if that intel is correct then, don't need another Unitary War like Bullshit from OSNI," said an M10D Operator, Lieutenant Bakir Heybatov, his thick Turkish accent adding to his frustration as he slammed the Minigun of the M10 into the cockpit of an unsuspecting AT-TE and fired 100 rounds inside, liquifying the occupants.
"Just follow our lead, we have Gila Monsters for Fuck Sake we can do it," said George as Bakir rolled his eyes.
The M10Ds eventually reached the government buildings as they looked around the area for any enemy soldiers.
Then a beeping sound resounded in the cockpit of George as a missile lock warning notification popped on his HUD.
"Shit!"
The rocket slammed into the M10D its shields took the brunt of the attack as George stumbled backward from the blow.
"Enemies spotted!" He yelled as he fired the Punisher minigun in all directions as bullets sprayed multiple buildings shattering glass and bones as the rest of the M10s began to scan the area.
"Gila 2-2 has been hit! Are you alright?" asked one of the operators of the other Mech Suit, Major Jayne Kun.
"Yeah! I'm fine just a bit roughed up!" George responded as the 2nd Squad made way for the Marines towards the Government sectors.
"Watch out we have rocket teams in this area, keep a close eye on your shields and any civies in the area!" said Commander Clarke as her own M10 launched multiple countermeasures such as flares and chaff to confuse an incoming enemy rocket, it was successful as the rocket veered off course as the culprit was met with a wall of 25mm Sabot rounds. m Sabot as dust and red mist covered the sky.
"This is SAGGITARIUS command, 2nd Sqaud be advised Marines are inbound 5 minutes! Repeat 5 minutes!" said a voice over the comm as the Gila's of 2nd squad fired off their grenades as their miniguns blazed at anything moving.
Soon enough the Marines and the rest of the 25th Panzergrenidiers arrived as they advanced on what little remained of the Republics' defenses. The last bit of clones tried their best to hold on to the government sectors as the civilian craft began to rise into the sky only to be either detained or shredded by Terran CIWS.
Soon the last bits of resistance faltered as George raised his minigun at a group of clones he heard their shouts of them as they took their helmets off.
"WE SURRENDER!" rang through George's ears as he put the arm of the minigun down. Around him, the ground was covered in rubble and the body of Terran and Republic soldiers. The Terrans had massive burns and being blackened by the ionized gases whilst the Clones were strewn out with guts and blood pools scattered all over the place as some bodies were unrecognizable.
"Government offices are in our hands, the leaders must have fled, report back to Newman about this," said Commander Clarke as Geroge looked into the sky to see the lumbering Nebula Class Carrier, SAGGITARIUS making its way to assault another point that was giving the Terrans trouble to overcome by conventional means.
George sighed as he looked out and saw the devastation brought to Christophsis. The once beautiful blue planet was now filled with rubble and crater marks as he pondered for a bit. 'Hope they don't hate us for this," he thought as he walked to his next objective, an Ammo Resupply station.
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Location: Christophsis Dry Docks
154th Star Legion, 31st Defense Battalion
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Meanwhile, while Christophsis began to fall, the orbital drydock above the Planet was lit up in a deadly firework show. Intense CQC battle dominated the station as the Republic tried to put their attrition tactic to good use. Using rigged E-Webs, explosives, and the home field to their advantage, they were bleeding the Terran Forces, just not enough.
The clones were being pushed back as the Terran Marines began to secure their objectives, flooding in reinforcements as the sounds of battle reverberated in the shipyards.
This was the situation, Captain Kak found himself in as his troopers began to drop and tear quite literally from Terran Shotguns, ranging from the UTAS-52 and M90A8 CAWS to the mean power of the M10D Gila Monster Powered Assault Mech System equipped with canister round for their Punisher Miniguns.
He was quickly running out of options and soon enough they may capture the 'bridge' of the shipyards and take control of the
"Enemy soldiers spotted in the engineering sections, we have lost control of 3 quarters of the shipyards, what do we do Captain?" Asked a clone officer as Kak raced to a solution. He would never find one.
A shimmering object went behind him and he felt the burning sensation of a Sangheili Plasma Sword go through his chest as he died a slow painful death.
The other clones got out of shock and started shooting the air around them like headless chickens. Some bolts would hit a wall of shimmering material however as some ran only to be met by a hail of purple bolts splashing and melting their armor. A shimmering figure grabbed a clone by the neck as it snapped it in half with a sickening crunch, signifying the end of the clone's resistance on the bridge.
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Location: Enemy Shipyard
Commander Khuzo 'Matamee
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CRACK
The human's neck snapped as Khuzo dropped the limp body to the ground. 'Pathetic' he thought as he deactivated the stealth camo of his Combat Harness.
He looked around to see 5 of his brothers do the same as they revealed themselves to the room of dead clones, stricken and strewn about.
"Commander! We have taken the bridge, did Command assign us anything else to do other than slaughter useless fodder and follow the orders of the humans?" asked a voice as Khuzo turned to see his second in command, the ever-flaunting Sub-Commandress Thosa 'Vagramai. She was always looking for a challenge and was actually pretty excited about the upcoming battle for Christophsis, being part of the Arbiter Corp was always an honor since it was apparently comparable to the Humans 'Spartan program.
"No, the command has only ordered us to follow the humans and they want us to keep off pressure for their landing zones," said Khuzo as Thosa rolled her eyes under her helmet and grumbled about how the command had sent them to basically the middle of nowhere.
"Well that's boring," she replied as she put away her energy swords and recharged her carbine. The Sangheili had provided a small task force of Special Warriors to assist the humans in Operation Milk Man as well as a small Naval Screening detachment.
The next major deployment wouldn't be for another 3 months as the Navy was scrambling to put together something that was more than 2 Frigate Tonnage and 1 Destroyer Tonnage vessel(s).
Khuzo sighed, Thosa was one of those younger Sangheili who had joined up out of nationalistic interest, something that he constantly had to keep in check since she would always flaunt her race's superiority in strength over the humans and any other race for that matter.
"We move out, now! The Station is falling into the Human's hands, we will link up with them soon thereafter, our mission is done here, tell M'dama that no HVTs are found," he said with a sigh as the battle in space began to dissipate.
'May the gods help us' he said as his team went back to work assaulting Republics positions failing positons.
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Location: TCWS Light of Terra
Admiral Jesse Newman
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The Light of Terra thundered towards the RBC class as the thrusters that propelled the gigantic beast of Titanium and pure 'fuck you' energy was pushed to the maximum.
"Engaging the RBC sir! Disabling shots recommended!" yelled an ensign as the Light of Terra engaged the Republic Monster with her secondary armaments as the RBC glowed an eerie blue color as it fired its Ion cannons in retaliation.
"Should we fire the MAEC guns sir?" yelled another bridge crew as the Light of Terra sent in a minimal salvo of half of her onboard Mini-MAECs and Rail Cannons.
"No, we are a distraction for Rangers and Spartans to complete their mission, just aim for their engines and they will do the rest," he said in a calm manner as a Conestoga Class Assault Carrier fell to the planet below as it succumbed to the immense fire of 5 RAC, 3 RLS, and the Ion Blast from the RBC.
"Come on you cheap bastard, look at my ship, it's a juicy ass target," mumbled Admiral Newman as the Light of Terra closed the distance between it and the RBC.
Meanwhile, the Terrans pushed the Republic back as they inflicted heavy casualties on the Republic forces, MAECs being used as exaggerated shotguns, Secondary, Mini-MAEC,s and Rail Cannons blasting away, whilst CIWS's raked smalled vessels, punching holes and making the Republic's life miserable.
But the Republic did find a way to kill Terran Vessels, albeit in a bit of a crude way, by strapping explosives to their doomed ships and ramming full speed into the Terrans, did they see results. Results that wouldn't matter as 10 Acclamators rammed into numerous Terran Vessels including the Light of Terra as the massive GEN II Infinity Class shrugged it off and didn't care as it glowed a vibrant orange gold.
"The Ground is reported secure sir! We have captured the Republic's main government sectors and have taken down their command elements!" said an ensign as he reported the situation on the ground.
Newman heaved a sigh of relief as he could finally focus up in space. The wreckage was scattered around the planet, making a proto ring as explosions and lights began to fade from their sources.
"Sir! Spartan and Ranger's teams have managed to secure the Engineering rooms and Hangar, The bridge is still undecided though is destined to fall soon," said a bridge officer as Newman nodded.
"Good," he said as Terra popped on the screen.
"Sir, we are receiving surrender messages from numerous Republic Warships, as current theater commander do you accept?" asked Terra as Newman thought over his decisions.
"Tell them we accept their surrender and order them to shut down all engines and weapon systems, all ships that do not comply with that order will be shot down," he said as Terra winked out of existence as the AI sent the terms of surrender to the Republic ships.
It was over.
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Location: GRNS Secutor
CT-2324 'Kasa'
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"We have boarding teams spotted, take cover and charge your blasters troopers!" yelled Kasa's commanding officer, the Clone Commander 'Morork' as the Clones of the 154th Star Legion charged their blasters and inserted blaster packs into the weapons as a beep indicated full charge.
Many of them would never hear the beep again.
"Form up and spread out!" said the Commander as the clones entered the hangar bays to see a destroyed mess scattered all over the place, blood covered the areas as ripped clones and horrendous holes were discovered as some troopers nearly or in the case of a small portion of them threw up.
The quiet was broken when a shot rang out and slammed into the Clone Commander as his body went flying, or at least whatever was left of his torso as the remaining limbs dropped to the floor and were flung a small distance away. Clones nearby were either injured by the shock wave and covered in blood or just straight up crushed as the air compressed their armor into their chests and body.
"CONTACT!"
The clones scattered as the alien barks and rips of Terran Weaponary started to engulf the hangar as clones dove for any cover available though a lot were unlucky enough to be hit by 2-5 rounds of 6.8 and 25mm rounds as blood ran high and submerged the hangar in a thin pool of eerie red.
Kasa could hear his breathing as he worked up his confidence to peek but it was quickly shot down when he saw a fellow brother do what he was going to do only to immediately have their head vaporized as brain matter covered his surrounding brothers.
He hunkered down as an explosion rocked the hangar bay as an FGM-51 Spike slammed into a group of clones as the situation deteriorated for the Republic.
Then the clones started to finally return fire when an E-Web Positions was rolled up and fired as it suppressed the Terrans long enough for the Clones to relieve themselves and return fire.
"The shouts of "Corpsman!" and "Shit Daniels down!" made Kasa smile a bit as the Republic began to retaliate with raw manpower.
Then all of a sudden a blur came out of nowhere and slammed the E-Web into non-existence as well as its operator as Kasa looked on in confusion as 16 Clones were gunned down on the spot by a blur.
Soon the green armored men began making their assault on Republic Positions as the Terran Rangers sliced, diced and shot any clone that got too close as their golden barriers lit up as blaster bolts hit them, the reversed engineered Forerunner and Ancient Human shielding-eating blaster bolts like a Mukbang Youtuber from 500 years ago.
Kasa began to run as he fell back with the rest of the Response team as he fired his blaster 3 more times before gunning it and getting the kriff out of there. He would be one of the lucky few to survive another 3 hours.
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Location: RBC Class
Terran Rangers
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"We have spotted enemy soldiers, take the shot when you want Daniels," said a Terran Ranger as the Ranger known as Daniels aimed the M91A8 at the group of clones.
'How idiotic,' he snorted as he could clearly see the Commanding Officer in broad daylight. Colorful Markings and armor signified rank and made it easy to hunt. The Republic didn't even try to hide their clone officers from enemy snipers. It was enough to make any sniper cream themselves 30 times over.
He pulled the trigger and the 25mm round fired from the barrel and sent the Commanding Officer flying into a wall as well as making a beautiful fountain of blood.
"Rangers lead the way, hooah!"
"HOOAH!"
The Rangers began to fire their extensive armaments as clones began to drop like flies as the once clean and tidy hangar bay was comparable to a cheap haunted house walkthrough.
All of a sudden a wall of plasma slammed into the rangers and numerous rangers went down in the murderous fire of the E-Web that magically popped up.
"Shit! Daniels is down!" Said a Ranger who took off his short-circuited helmet as shouts for a medic flowed through the air and radio waves.
"Looks like they need your help," said Gojira as Shawn-1272 cocked the handle of his M202 with a satisfying click.
"Eh, I'll ruin their fun," he said nonchalantly as he leaped over a pile of debris and entered the famed Spartan Time as the world around him slowed to about a hundredth of a millisecond as he looked like a professional NBA Basketball player about to murk some white cloned fools.
He aimed his gun at the nearest group and sent 8 bursts of 3 shots accurately onto the white body armor of the Clones. Soon 8 clones were bloody messes as they fell to the ground lemur than wet paper.
He turned his attention and fired another 8 Bursts of 3 shots as another 8 Clones succumbed to his accurate and murderous fire. He then turned his attention to the large heavy gun emplacement of what the battle net and Gojira described as an E-Web. He used the momentum of his figure as 2.5 tons of Terran Engineering slammed into the gun emplacement and sent body and blaster parts flying as he put his sights on a clone running away.
He aimed his pistol but didn't pull the trigger as he put his Magnum in its holster.
"Why did you spare him?" asked Gojira as his avatar popped on the screen, curious about the Spartan's decision.
"Eh my pa told me long ago, 'A dead man is a dead man anyways, no point in fucking the bastard over," he said as he qouted his father whislt checking the magnum and inspecting it for any jams.
"That's a curious way of looking at the world," said Gojira, his programming obviously still young.
"You'll get used to it once you serve with us for a few years, I heard Ryeo needed some help though," he said as Gojira nodded as he disappeared to go assist Kaiju Teams Leader.
He looked at one of the clones he shot as blood covered the once pristine armor of the Clone Trooper.
'Lucky bastard' thought Shawn as he went to regroup with the rest of the Rangers.
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Location: GRNS Secutor
Commodore Jules Haryn
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Commodore Haryn was having a wonderful day. His ship, the first and essentially the de facto pride of the Grand Navy of the Republic had destroyed a number of enemy vessels as he turned his focus to the Star Dreadnought gunning toward his position.
"Sir we have reported breaches in Hangars 2 and 3 and we have lost contact with the Response Team!" said a Pit Officer Ensign as Haryn huffed in annoyance.
"Well then send in more, it surely can't be that hard to fend off a bunch of primitives," said Haryn as his arrogance carried his competence in battle. He was personally selected by Chancellor Palpatine as the CO of the new Secutor and he was going to rain hell on those who threatened the glory of the Republic.
His ship fired another Ion burst as they slammed into a Terran Vessel, shortcircuiting the shielding as it sat in the open like a duck waiting to be shot, which it was as evidenced by the fact that a bunch of Republic ships lit it up with turbo laser and concussion missile fire. The impressive CIWS network on the Terran vessel did its best and actually shot down 80% of the missiles fired at it even in its crippled state but alas it was not enough as the warheads slammed into the armor of the vessel as it cracked apart.
"Sir we are being targeted by that Star Dreadnought again!" said a pit officer as Haryn looked out the transparasteel window to see the massive ugly ship fire its armaments as they slammed into the Secutor.
"Shields down to 25%!" yelled an alarmed ensign as the Star Dreadnought kept pounding the Secutor as the shields kept dropping.
"Overclock the reactors and cycle the shields! I will not have this important vessel be destroyed by some Di'kut with a glorified slug thrower!" yelled the Commodore as the Pit tried their best to contact engineering.
"We lost contact with engineering!" yelled a pit officer as the Commodore felt his stomach jump.
"I thought our response team took care of the boarders?" he asked as he put 2 and 2 together and realized what was going on.
"Apparently not sir! We have lost contact with all teams and Response Team 4 is reporting heavy casualties and has reported that the boarders split up and are heading to the bridge!" said a pit officer as Haryn felt lightheaded as footage of clones being released into the vacuum confirmed what happened to the response and defense teams.
The clones on the bridge aimed their blasters at the doors of the bridge as they waited in silence.
An explosion rocked the blast doors as it went flying into a million pieces as the clones fired upon the invaders in vain.
The Rangers on the other hand had a fun time with target practice as a larger figure went about the place wrecking anything in sight.
Haryn pulled a blaster pistol on the large beast of Terran armor as he thought of something smug to say to it before his death.
Something that would never come as he was bitch slapped to the floor and knocked out by the minimal effort of the Spartan VI.
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Location: RBC Class
Ryeo-1029
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Ryeo just literally slapped the Republic admiral, though he did it lightly he still saw the man go flying a few feet.
"Maybe next time don't slap him?' said a voice as Gojira popped on his HUD.
"And next time do what shoot him?" Ryeo asked annoyed at the AI on his HUD. Gojira just shook his head.
"Well you could have listened to what he has to say," said Gojira with an exhausted tone.
Ryeo snorted, "I don't need a lecture on how barbaric I am, thats just how we work. Thanks for the help anyways," said Ryeo as Gojira nodded.
"Fleet is reporting that the Republic is surrendering, we won here boys!" said Major Benito Reyes as his thick italian-new yorker accent added to his excitement as the rest of the Rangers had a second of celebrations as rounds of "HOOAH" reverberated in the bridge.
Ryeo just shook his head and let the Rangers have their fun as he reported to the Joint Chiefs of the UTSC and to the director of OSNI.
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Location: Atlas Corporation Headquarters, Hong Kong District
OSNI Meetup with Board of Directors
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Director Harper walked into the building of the Atlas Corporation. It was a pretty nice place, it would remind someone of Apple Park, but if Apple was a Private Military.
"Director Harper?" asked the security desk as the Director for the Offices of Strategic Naval Intelligence gave his visitor badge and ID badge without a word, piercing blue eyes hiding behind the darkness of the sunglasses, or maybe his personality.
"Not much of a talker are you?" asked the security guy as he processed the item given to him.
Harper stayed silent as he waited patiently for his confirmation, Harper could have talked with the man in any other situation, he wasn't some cold hard bastard, he himself had a family that he took care of and was your average role model father but when he was at his job he put forth his devotion to his nation forward.
"Eh, here's your ID and Visitor pass, have a good visit sir, Ad Astra," said the Security Guard with a salute which Harper subtly returned.
When he entered the elevator with his 2 Ranger Guards he looked out the glass of the elevator shaft and looked down upon Hong Kong, the city was bustling even at this time of the hour. He got a notification from his wrist watch as he looked at it.
"Notification from Joint Chiefs, Christophsis has fallen, forces are victorious, RBC is captured and in our hands, Ryloth Campaign has begun."
Harper, for once in his life, sighed in relief. The Milk Man and his Terran Eagle Steed have completed the USTG's first objective in obtaining galactic dominance.