Fiction:Da Reckoning/Da Cyrannus Front

Da Libertus Meat
Arriving on planet Nevrasón, all together in transport ships, the Loron stood in front of the doors, eagerly awaiting the landing on the worlds of Cyrannus. Many of them had never left the galaxy before, let alone visited Cyrannus, and had no idea what to expect. They had heard stories of the, and though the race were an agile and tough species, they knew that they were no match for Loron - and more importantly, that they sounded tasty. Just as the ships were approaching their stealth landing on the world, Rel'larutina and her second in command, Traz'raka, appeared before them all on hologram.


 * Rel'larutina - Now, remember: the places much more emphasis on its space force than its Army. This means that our top priority is to prevent any of their ships from bombarding the world. This outpost consists of several colonial cities, we're going to need to take out all of them while the rest of our fleet enters orbit.
 * Traz'raka - i hate da republicans man. deyz all stuk up old geezas an deyz all hypocrits. deyz all on about "muh second ammendment rites" an "aborhson is wrong" an "global warmin dunt exist" like i wanna slap dem
 * Rel'larutina - Uhh...what?
 * Traz'raka - eh nevamind

Rel'larutina shrugged, and her Norol hologram changed to her hologram of, as the Loron prepared for combat. Their mouths watered with saliva at the thought of tasting the Libertus for the first time, as Rel'larutina gave her final orders.


 * Rel'larutina - We're going to need to do this quickly, before they can bring up any reinforcements. Even if our fleet can likely overwhelm theirs, I'd rather not risk it while I have very little data on this galaxy. All of you are going with Traz'raka. Meanwhile, I'll take a platoon of Smashas with me to blow up the capital of this world, and cut off their main communications. While they're out scrambling around for a way to get a signal off this world, you move in and slaughter them.
 * Traz'raka - hurhurhur i cant wait ta see da looks on deir faces

At that moment, the ships landed, and the holograms began to fade. The doors opened and the ramps retracted, as they all opened their eyes to the lush, green world of Nevrasón, and the enormous city below the hill they had landed on. Only too late had the Republic detected Loron invasion. Traz'raka led his charge towards the city, as the Loron scrambled and kicked over one another rushing to the front lines, trying to be the first to eat a Libertus alive.

But the Loron were not unopposed. Not one of them had brought a Loron Tank with them, nor were their enough Booma Boyz with the firepower to face the Retexa-class Recon Walkers ahead of them, or to destroy the Deinos-class Armored Transports carrying Libertus soldiers. Their suppressing fire was not enough to hold off the Loron attack, but it was enough to prove irritating for Traz'raka. The bloodthirsty Loron fought one another over the taste of Libertus meat, many Loron killing other Loron rather than other Libertus. The frantic chaos of Loron warfare was certainly like nothing the Republic's army had faced before.

Traz'raka stood apart from his men, as he watched the Recon Walkers amass in a huger force, ready to reinforce the army. They had been unprepared for this attack, but nonetheless were ready to deal with it. Their cannons' suppressing fire, and the frantic Loron fighting one another over Libertus meat, seemed like it could play to the Republic's advantage. Traz'raka glared, and pulled out Lil' Homie, placing specialised ammunition in it.


 * Traz'raka - yoo wanna play ruff? awlrite...well play ruff...

Traz'raka loaded Lil' Homie once more with dark matter bolts in the cannon, and aimed them at the Recon Walkers. He grinned to himself as he held the gun to them.


 * Traz'raka - say hello to ma LIL HOME!!!!!

Traz'raka unleashed round after round of explosive bullets at the Recon Walkers. His single machine gun served almost as artillery in itself, as he destroyed the legs and the hulls of the Walkers. Their armor was able to resist a few of the blasts, but not many before Traz'raka could topple them over with the explosives within his cannons. He fired frantically unloading his magazines on them, destroying them before they could shift their fire towards him. The glee in battle shone in his eyes as he unloaded magazine after magazine upon them, until none remained.

Eventually, the Loron's numbers, and Traz'raka's fire, gave them the upper hand, and the Republic had fewer soldiers to spare. Though their infantry was well trained, it lacked the biological or technological enhancements of their Imperial counterparts, and their weaponry was simply not enough for the sheer amount and the sheer strength of the Loron. The Loron stormed through the city, as Nevrasón's local council began with the emergency orders to bombard the planet from orbit.

But Rel'larutina was waiting for this. With her Smashas, each equipped with jetpacks, she turned towards her fellow Norol as she prepared to attack the capital of the world miles away from Traz'raka's own invasion.


 * Rel'larutina - Okay, ladies, it's showtime.

Each of them jetted in, flying past the outer defensive turrets, and firing their own cannons at the unsuspecting civillians. The Norol weren't interested in eating anyone, but they were interested in carnage. As civillians screamed in terror at the surprise attack once they thought they were safe, the Smashas aimed specifically for the council hall. As each of them made their way towards it, they managed to destroy it, not only killing everyone inside, but preventing any signal from leaving the planet. This would not prevent them from sending any message, but it would delay, or at least reduce, the response from the navy to destroy the Loron invasion.

And now, her only goal was to destroy the city and bring it to rubble. Blasting apart the skyscrapers of the town with the other ladies, Rel'larutina had an almost Loron-like glee for carnage and wreckage. This was not war for them, but merely a competition of who could wreak the most havoc on the civillians desperate to flee the world, watching their homes be torn apart. Recon Walkers showed up to attempt to defend their cities, but they were simply no match for the Propa Big Rogue Smasha. Rel'larutina's spacetime cannon, the melee weapons that tore them apart with blades and the missiles made short work of any defenses.

Within mere hours, all life on the city had been destroyed. With the remaining Smashas, Rel'larutina took a stroll through the destroyed city, making sure nothing was left. She then fired up her jetpack to rejoin the ships, and prepared to attack the next world, as the Loron were trying to gain a foothold in this star system. Rel'larutina sent a message to Traz'raka.


 * Rel'larutina - That's good. They didn't see that coming, but it won't be as easy from here on out. We've got the numbers on them, but I still think we should be more weary of their much more powerful navy. I'd suggest eating one of the inhospitable worlds of this star system, and making more ships out of it.
 * Traz'raka - ehhhh dat was fun but I WANNA DESTROY MOAR STUFF WIV LIL HOMIE MAN
 * Rel'larutina - And you will. I'm letting you take over the invasion from here.
 * Traz'raka - YEEEEEEH wait wat relly
 * Rel'larutina - Really. The Republic didn't see this coming, but if we want to get to, we need to prevent any resistance at all. Of the inhabitants of Cyrannus, or close to Cyrannus, there are two other big names to watch out for: the Empire, and the . I doubt the Empire will care to defend the Republic if they themselves aren't threatened, but the Rambo likely will. Therefore, I'm going to take a wormhole nearby to cripple them so they cannot send any reinforcements. You keep the fleet going towards Mou'Cyran and destroy it.
 * Traz'raka - i meen i didnt lissen to any of dat but SOUNDS FUN MAN
 * Rel'larutina - Right. Keep in touch.

The Senate Responds
On the Republic Capital, the assembled Senators of the New Republic watched salvaged footage of the surprise attack on Nevrasón with horror. While the Loron were always considered a threat to the Republic's colonies in the Borealis Galaxy, an attack on Cyrannus was unthinkable. Slamming his fist onto his Senatorial Platform, Senator Rodyctor of Lacertia was the first to speak.


 * Rodyctor - How could this happen?! We have received no reports of any unauthorised use of the Borealisan Wormhole!

Senator of  scratched his chin, deep in thought.


 * Apollo - Clearly, they've discovered another wormhole leading from Borealis to Republic space. This brutal attack is likely due to our old alliance with the Unified Nation of Ottzello. We must respond.
 * Senator  - Quite, quite. Though I am deeply surprised that the arm of these brutes has grown long enough for them to consider attacking an extragalactic civilisation so far removed from their own sphere of influence. Such as it is.

Senator, just recently defeated in the Presidential Election nodded in agreement.


 * Raesa - I agree, though I must stress that the reason why this attack occured is now irrelevant. I concur with Senator Apollo. We must rally our forces, and those of our allies against this threat.

In the floating platform of the Proconsul, cleared his voice, prompting the senators to turn their attention away from the viewscreen and toward him.


 * Athan Apostila - We have already received a transmission from the, specifically Councillor , who requested aid from the unified forces of the Mou'Cyran Accords against this threat. The President has already agreed to send a taskforce from our Borealisan Defence Fleet, though this unprovoked attack on Nevrasón changes matters considerably. I will make an appeal to the Council of the Accords tomorrow, but in the meantime, we must track the movement of the Loron fleet in our space. Fleet Admiral will lead our efforts in this regard.

Unanimously the Senate agreed with the decision, though many rightly feared the next move of these marauding foes.

Da Navy Rekkin
Now in charge of the front, Traz'raka, Ray'loth and Brag'klogga could do as they pleased with the Loron fleet. With several quadrillion Sik Ships, their fleet was now going to take on the Republic's navy. Knowing that the Republic's navy was in many respects more advanced than their own, and was the key component of the Republic's military, the Rogue Boyz attempted to prove their dominance by beating them at their own game.

Over planet Halén, a world filled with orbital space factories building Liberator-class Star Dreadnoughts, the Loron fleet arrived with their enormous armada. They sent a transmission to the sizeable and formidable fleet that awaited them.


 * Traz'raka - OI DUMBOS. TRAZRAKA HEER. YOO FINK YOO HAV DA BEST FLEET? WELL WE GOT A BIGGA AN BETTA ONE DAN YOO. WES GONNA SMASH YOR PUNY FLEET AN GRAFFITI ALL OVA DA REKAGE!!!!!!!

The Republic were intimidated neither by Traz'raka's words nor the number of ships. Their own Praesator-class Star Destroyers immediately aimed their hypermatter torpedoes at the Sik Ships. Though their non-phasic deflector shields sustained some damage, many were simply destroyed. Inside the Sik Ships, Loron manning cannons blasted their plasma and particle cannons away recklessly, many shots missing the Praesators, but those that landing dealing damage much greater than the Republic expected.

Meanwhile, the X-15 Nychus fighters of the Republic attempted to swarm the Sik Ships. But s were simply larger in number, and the X-15s were overrun by the Fightas. Turbolasers flew at one another briefly, until the X-15s were mostly wiped out by Fightas that outnumbered them ten to one. While the Fightas missed almost every hit with their turbolasers, and the X-15s pilots were superior, the frantic chaos of the fight ultimately caused them to lose.

Now unopposed, the s began to swarm the Praesators. Dropping antimatter and plasma bombs, several Praesators could no longer sustain the damage from them and the Sik Ships' particle cannons. The bombardment increased from the Sik Ships who ramped up the pressure on the Republic. The Republic called in smaller Pheobus-class Star Destroyers, to which s, once again, outnumbered the superior ships.

But the massacre had not yet reached its climate. As the Liberator-class and Praesator-class Star Dreadnoughts moved in on the Sik Ships, firing turbolasers and hypermatter batteries, the Sik Ships brought out their main weapons: their relativistic missiles. Able to tear through the shields and armour of both Dreadnought classes after a few hits, they began to deal critical damage. And once again, the Sik Ships outnumbered the Republic 10 to 1. As the Republic fleet dwindled in numbers, it was now simply up to the Loron to kill the stragglers before they left the world, and to destroy the spaceship factory, and convert it to their own.


 * Ray'loth - R O A S T E D
 * Brag'klogga - BEETIN DEM AT DEIR OWN GAME...DIS DAYS COMIN!!!!!!
 * Ray'loth - MAN IT WAS SO GOOD DEY WAS ALL ARROGANT LIKE "LOL WE CAN BEET DESE GUYS DEY MISS DEIR SHOTS" AN WE WAS ALL "YEH BUT WE GOT MOAR DAN YOO" HURHURHUR

Though many Loron blasts failed to connect, the battle of attrition was not one the Republic could afford to pay. What was clear to them was that in a fleet of equal size, the Republic could come out the victors with ease, with only the Sik Ship relativistic missiles posing a significant threat. But the biggest challenge, then, was to match Loron numbers, now that one of their biggest manufacturers in the region was lost to them.

For infinity and beyond
The planet of Klagrad never witnessed so much activity in it's space. Since the savage attack of the Lorons against the New Republic, the Popular Republic deployed one of the largest force the Iron Navy ever gathered. Each day, thousands of ships arrived around the planet, assembling for what would hopefully become the extension of the Pax Infinitus Armada. In charge of the fleet present, Strategos Anasta was aboard her flagship, the Statorion. And yet, instead of being excited to take an active part in this major and heroic mission, the poor female algolurn was simply sitting at her desk in her quarters, alone. The call for aid from the Popular Republic and the Mou'Cyran was answered by several empires members of the MCA and yet, none appeared yet. The Strategos started to feel she would have to send her forces into the fray, unaccompanied... Having see several wars before, Anasta knew well not to underestimate her enemies' strengh, but she couldn't resign to leave the NCR people alone against the Loron scums.

The first of the MCA's alien members to arrive where a large flotilla of Mendel veseels, ever eager for battle and glory. Their vessels ranged from powerful Mendel battle ships, to monlithic Orgaat warspheres and Togunda trade ships yielding high fire power. Their Commanders, Kiun Adeddan and Kaworvol Nieras had both arrived to lead Mendel forces here. Both where the famed students of Walgolorian Commander, Curiantau'va, and masters of their own combat styles. Their warriors where ever eager for bloodshed and battle, and if one could see it aboard their ships, elder warriors eagerly painting and checking their armor, as younger warriors excitedly began proclaiming how many of the enmey they would be killing this day. For the Mendel, the Loron presented a challenge like no other, it would be time to pass their frustrations and sorrows onto the Loron this day.

Not far behind the Mendel were Persan vessels of the silver ships of the Primary Gamma 3rd Task Group of Cyrannus accompanied the dark green ships of the Secondary Epsilon 5th Task Group of Mirus, their hulls roaring with crimson flames as they burst from Accel Space. Twin Jabberwock-class Motherships bristling with anti-particle, helical rail, graviton, vector, nightmare, and accel wave weaponry. Deep inside the ship's imposing, gothic style interior lit by blood red and violet light various Persan warriors did the finally checks on their weapons, armor, WarMechs, and other eqqupiment and veichles while the drone of haunting chants filled the space. All must be ready and prepared for this new foe, no chances could be taken and every item from the heavest Black Rain WarMech to the simpalist of MediStim packs must be at optimal working effciancy.

The space surrounding the Waptorian ships shimmered as they dropped their cloaking shields and became visible to allied eyes. For the moment, they just hung there though they clearly were awake and had been for quite some time, making it impossible to say if they had arrived early or late. Amongst the monolithic flotillas of the Algolurn, the heavily armed navy of the Mendel and the almost warped fleets of the Persan, the lithe, almost frail-looking ships of the Waptoria provided an unusual touch. Fighting fire with fire was not their way; they would fight the Loron by staying out of the brutes' range, picking off tactially important command ships while using guerillia tactics to keep enemy reinforcements from reaching their destination.

The sight of the these alien allies, coming in her defense, comforted the heart of the Strategos. Yet, the worst was still to come for the allies.


 * Strategos Anasta - Glad to see the Waptoria, Mendel and Persan are still as strong as ever!
 * Commander Kiun - Yes, despite some...setbacks, we are here to avenge our allies, and do our part to create peace once more.
 *   - As are we. An plea of an ally cannot be ignored.
 * Miru - "Indeed, the Loron posses one of the most dangerous threats in the current state of galactic affairs. We must be efficiant and precise to achieve optimal victory."
 * Strategos Anasta - We have to meet brothers in arms, we have much to discuss in preparation 

And thus the Armada was assembled, as the four capital ships of each empires navigating in position to get side by side, in order for the commanding officers to climb aboard the Statorion.

Battle of the Bragolben Asteroid Belt
The Spirit of the Republic—the first Republic-class Star Dreadnought—hung in low orbit over a gas giant in the Sokahan Sector of the, close to the main theatre of combat against the marauding hordes of the Rogue Boyz. Adjacent to the cavernous main bridge, Fleet Admiral stood with his chin cradled in his hand. Standing at the head of the table, he was joined by several other senior officers of the Spirit, who had gathered for a strategy meeting with the admiral in the wake of Loron raids along the Liberón Trade Route. The Republic was quite desperate for a major victory over the Rogue Boyz, who had utilised swarm tactics to make up for their technological disadvantage.

Republic Strategic Intelligence had supplied information which pointed toward a Loron fleet refueling in the nearby Bragolben Asteroid Belt, which would ordinarily hide ships from sensors. In Kuestantine's mind therefore, they would be woefully unprepared for a counter attack of considerable proportions. Running her fingers across her head tail, Kuestantine's first officer, the Commander Asershoh, looked at her superior officer with concern in her eyes.


 * Asershoh - Are you sure this is our most prudent strategy, Admiral?
 * Kuestantine - Our enemy believes that they are invisible from our scanners, Commander. They are vulnerable. It was a grave mistake to refuel within our own space... never interrupt your opponent when they are making a mistake.

Nodding, Asershoh indicated to their subordinates that the meeting was over. Nodding to the Admiral, she returned to her station, as he returned to his. With an unspoken signal to his navigation officer, an order went out throughout the assembled fleet. The time had come. One by one, ships shot off into the void of hyperspace toward their destination.

On the bridge of a Loron Sik Ship, Warboss Rotag'shagol oversaw a fight to the death between two of his underlings who sought a more comfortable position on the often chaotic bridge. As the duel progressed, his least favourite combatant began to gain the upper hand. When his preferred underling lost an eye stalk in the bout, Rotag'shagol rose to his feet, unholstered his gun and shot the other combatant in the face.

Suddenly, the bridge was rocked with explosions.
 * Rotag'shagol - hurhurhur I WIN LOSAS.

The arrival of the Republic fleet was protended by the simultaneously detonations of hyperspatial warheads within several unshielded Loron vessels, transporting large portions directly into the void. On the bridge of the Spirit of the Republic, the starlines streaked across the bright black. The massive vessel had dropped out of hyperspace in a position under the asteroid field which the Loron were both mining and refueling amongst.

Rising from his command chair, Aver Kuestantine began to shout out orders to his crew as more and more Republic vessels joined the fray. Included in the flotilla was the Impavid under the command of Captain, the Allecto under Captain and the Guarlara under Captain.


 * Aver Kuestantine - All batteries, fire!

The equivalent energy of a main sequence star was unleashed by the combined firepower of the fleet; streaks of cerulean energy erupting from the turbolaser batteries of the various Frigates, Destroyers and Dreadnoughts under Kuestantine's command. Though the amount of Loron ships caught unaware was great, a considerable number had managed to survive and regroup behind one of the larger asteroids. The Sik Ship under Rotag'shagol was one such vessel, which soon managed to disable three Republic Star Destroyers before exploding under the intense enemy bombardment. By swarming the Republic's smaller ships, the Loron Fightas and Bombas had managed to destroy several Republic corvettes and frigates in the chaos, though as the battle continued and the amount of larger Loron vessels decreased, it soon became apparent that the Republic had enjoyed its first key victory in the conflict.

When the battle had ended, Aver Kuestantine sighed in his chair. Commander Asershoh approached with a smile.


 * Asershoh - Congratulations admiral, a significant victory.

Kuestantine smiled at his first officer.


 * Aver Kuestantine - Congratulate me after we rid the galaxy of this menace, alright?

Da Reunity
Despite the loss that the Rogue Boyz suffered, their momentum had stayed steady, mostly as many Loron denied the reports that a fleet had been destroyed. But it was about to suffer another blow, as Kuestantine rallied a huge defense force against the Loron invaders attacking the snow planet of Mylsetheas. Having predicted where the main Loron fleet led by Traz'raka would focus their efforts, Kuestantine positioned a defensive fleet within the nebula where the Loron could not detect it.

Traz'raka, with all his overconfidence, perceived the star system to have relatively weak orbital defenses despite a very strong ground force. Taking many Loron with him, notably Cold Loron who could survive the temperatures better, he led the main force himself against the Republic's bases on the icy planet.

The world contained many trenches in the snow, in which Republic troopers and their defense cannons were placed, while their main bases were positioned within bases hidden in caves. Most of the population of this world was located underground, though the Loron didn't know that. They had been misled by information that Kuestantine had slipped through to them that the world was much more heavily populated than it actually was.

So when Traz'raka landed on the world with a huge horde of Mafia Boyz, Cold Loron and very few tanks, poised to attack the co-ordinates of a massive city, he was frustrated to find nothing there.


 * Traz'raka - MAN WHERS NAKTOR AN DRIZZY WEN YA NEED DEM? DEY SHULD BE LEEDIN DIS NOT ME
 * Mafia Troopa - BUT YOO SED YOO WANTED TA LEED IT YASELF DEN SNIFF CYRANNUS SPICES AFTA
 * Traz'raka - YA FINK DEY GOT ANY ON DIS PLANET? MAN DIS WAS A WASTE OF TIME

As they charged towards the trenches, the Loron found themselves at a disadvantage: there was a huge distance between them and the Troopers held up in trenches who could easily fire at the Loron before many of the Loron could reach them. As Loron charged through the snow, many of them died to blaster fire, were destroyed by cannons, or froze up as a result of underestimating the cold. While many Loron could eventually breach through, they had a long way to go to reach the base.

Traz'raka stayed held up as he fired his Lil Homie at the trenches and the cannon, dealing massive damage. But it was not long before many larger vehicles emerged from what appeared to be caves in the snow. As the sealed doors of the hidden military bases opened, huge Republic walkers with tank-like cannons lay down suppressing fire on the Loron horde, slowing it further. It was clear no matter how resilient or strong in numbers, Traz'raka would not be able to win this battle, especially not when many of his tanks were missing and unable to destroy the Republic's forces.


 * Traz'raka - DAM REPUBLICANS. SEND REINFORCEMENTS MAN

But none would come. The Loron fleet orbiting the world had, in fact, been ambushed. As the Republic fleet hidden in the nebula came out of hiding, it obliterated the Loron fleet. Traz'raka growled in frustration as he was trapped on the planet, his reinforcements cut off.

In one last-ditch effort, he charged towards the caves and blasted his Lil Homie to destroy as many walkers as he could, but eventually one of their turbolasers landed right on his leg, causing him to fall, and massively grazing his skin. Traz'raka was willing to give up right there.

Luckily, Kuestantine's strategy had not accounted for one thing: Rel'larutina's return from the Quadrants. Having just been defeated, her fleet arrived at Mylsetheas through hyperspace, weapons blazing. It outnumbered and destroyed large portions of the Republic fleet, forcing Kuestantine and the other main officers of the fleet to retreat, and before long, Rel'larutina with a horde of Smashas was willing to back up Traz'raka.

Her Smashas were much better equipped to deal with the terrain, the incoming turbolaser fire and the defenses of the caves. With better resilience and firepower, the horde of Smashas that dropped wrecked havoc on the world that was relatively defenseless against them in their numbers. Leaving behind corpses of both Loron and Libertus, and wreckages of both Smashas and Republic walkers, Rel'larutina led the charge, and demanded Traz'raka be escorted back to Borealis. She spoke to him in radio contact.


 * Rel'larutina - Ugh, how many times do I have to instruct you not to fall for tricks like that? Probe the freaking planets first.
 * Traz'raka - but it...it looked week man...
 * Rel'larutina - Well, guess we all make mistakes. Our Quadrant cousins didn't do as good a job as I'd hoped. So now I'm going to take over from you. Maybe we can at least destroy this galaxy.
 * Traz'raka - so yor bak heer den. dis is a nice...reunity?
 * Rel'larutina - Yeah...something like that.
 * Traz'raka - did ya do enuff damag to da rambo ta put dem off comin heer
 * Rel'larutina - Let's hope so.

Rel'larutina won a decisive victory. It was clear, between Kuestantine and Rel'larutina, the battle would now be between their strategic wit. But had Rel'larutina not arrived, a serious blow would have been dealt to the Loron's morale, and their momentum.

They were close to Mou'Cyran. But did they have what it took to win going forward?