Invasion Prologue
Mar 12, 2005 5:32:33 GMT
Post by Musashi on Mar 12, 2005 5:32:33 GMT
Invasion Prologue:
They came from the far reaches of known space, unseen by any sensor on Eden, unseen to the naked eye. It was as if the very fabric of space and time was open to them, and the fleet of battleships poured from out of the void, taking all that was in their path. By the time the presence of the vessels was detected by the joins, the most militarily dominant faction on Eden, they had already blockaded the entire system. Satellite communications crackled and where soon down.
One by one the belly of each ship opened, like a great beast, they birthed smaller transport ships, wrapped in heatproof envelopes, dropping onto the unsuspecting surface of the world. They settled into an precise elliptical orbit, waiting for the command to drop. They would attack with no mercy, they would take no prisoners, and they would not stop still they owned this world.
With a sudden burst of unimaginable brightness, fiery death rained down from the sky. The big ships poured blast upon blast on the helpless sphere that was Eden. These massive attacks were not randomly targeted, however, they were aimed specifically at any structure resembling air defense grids or fighter ships. Within moments thousands died, vaporized by the onslaught of energy. Eden’s entire fighter force, Juin, Genericia and other countries was reduced to quarter strength in an instant. Juins armies ceased all combat operations and immediately broke for the mainland at all speed. They quickly disengage and rushed back to their beleaguered mainland for they had been caught with their fleets away from home, and the devastation to the civilian population could be tremendous.
Then, as if on cue, the transport ships plunged into the living atmosphere below them, streaking meteorites as the hulls bucked against the frictional forces of piercing the planet’s envelope. They left trails of fire through the sky as they plummet downwards, each cluster of transports aimed at some vital area, a city, a government center, a military base. Indeed, the sky above the small continent of Juin was filled with streaks of heat as these invaders knew that this was the strongest military on the planet.
When a ship touched down, ramps extended like spears, smashing into the surface of the planet. Quickly an initial force of 30 genetically enhanced troopers sprinted down the ramp and established a defensive perimeter, preventing any sudden attacks. Each wore a viser with a plate that shifted colors, blue, purple, red, green, scanning every known frequency in less than a second. Each warrior carried weapons, shaped like a pointed disk, almost an almond that fit over their arm like a glaive. The officers stood near the front, and in addition to this carried a curved tube shape emitter on their belts. Each solider was adorned in light blue battle armor, covering their entire body, giving them an imposing image as they stood upon ready.
Another five minutes past, and the transport ships split into two halves, folding away to reveal their innards. Large sections formed bigger ramps, and hovering vehicles and four wheeled reconnaissance jeeps slid downward from them. Theses squads weren’t here to assess the situation, this was a full invasion force, established on Eden’s soil before it’s protectors could even blink. The shock troops didn’t shirk their assigned tasks in the slightest. Every individual completed his or her job like a cog in an assembly line.
In the less defended areas the troops marched boldly into the urban centers in their tanks and weapons of war. Loudspeakers blared out the message from the conquerors to the conquered, [glow=red,7,300] “Citizens of Eden, stand down. If you resist us you will be destroyed. None of you have the military might to withstand our armada, and if you resist we will level all of your cities with our orbital guns. The firepower you have witnessed today is only a fraction of what our fleet can do, if you resist us, we will turn your planet into slag!”[/glow]
The same scene played out again and again across the surface of the world. The terrifying images of the mighty armies marching into cities tired of strife and warfare. The rude proclamations of supremacy over the bullhorns jarred the people out of their daily routines. Civilians scurrying from place to place, gathering children and searching for somewhere to hide from this force. It was a sad testament to the years of warfare, but nearly every citizen of Eden knew where their places were in such situations. Stone faced warriors returning to their dwellings to arm themselves for yet another struggle.
Meanwhile on one small city on the Great Continent west a small detachment of shock troops marched through the ruins of a once great city. The area was so run down it did not warrant a full squad, and it was believed that sending any more troops would be overkill. Still, they followed protocol and marched through the run down town in full regalia.
Suddenly, the calm within the ranks was broken. Each and ever scanner spiked, there was a blur of motion, and a glowing red line traced itself across one of the hover tanks, which split open before gushing forth brilliant crimson fire, and detonating in the middle of the abandoned street. The troops advanced tracking mechanisms instantly optimized an escape vector for the blur and they looked up at one of the shells of former buildings. There, on the highest peak stood a lone figure, clothed in brilliant white, sleeves and belt blowing in the stiff breeze that filtered through the artificial canyons of the city.
One of the men said to the other, [glow=red,7,300]’Isn’t he the one? The one we saw in the transmission? If we bring him in, we’ll get nearly a year’s pay each our of the bounty!”[/glow] The entire squad opened fire at once, their weapons pouring fourth brilliant scarlet lines of fire that annihilated the rooftop. The figure spun through the air with an almost casual ease, and the sun glinted of his blades as he landed lightly on the bombed out pavement, centered himself about his weapons and charged. These were not mere mercenaries, however, and they quickly readjusted their aim, sending the onrushing warrior into a high arching jump over their fire, too much for him to deflect.
The warrior tucked one blade back into its case even as he flew upwards, and extended his left palm. From it emerged two basketball sized energy blast that rocketed towards the first rank of the invaders. Their shields snapped on in a purple glow, but they were designed to warm up first, with only enough power on reserve to stop standard ki blasts. These ultradense blasts tore through, and shredded the armor of the first two warriors, and they fell to the street, bleeding them out on the rough cold pavement.
The swordsman landed in the middle of the remaining five warriors from the seven-man reconnaissance team. Their weapons, equipment, and training were top notch, more than a match for any ki wielding warrior, but this man had one advantage that no one else would have; he had fought theses soldiers before. So, in the brief moment while they recalibrated to close range weapons, he impaled the first two soldiers through the chest driving his blades in to the hilt and knocking his enemies back off the edges with the pure force of the blow. Their armor would turn almost anything, but the ki-hardened blades pierced it like paper and plunged out their backs. Both men twitched, and died, pierced through the heart by the fighter’s cold steel. Before they had time to fall to the ground, the remaining three soldiers had reacted and taken up the fight.
The final three faired better as they had far more time to react, the two foot soldiers ignited he staff like bayonets on their energy carbines and had at the swordsman, one striking high at his left shoulder while the other hacked at his knees, intent on disabling him. Meanwhile, the officer tucked and rolled and came from behind, his energy scimitar. Even as the master swordsman blocked both oncoming strikes and kicked on of his warriors in the groin, the officer brought his blade crashing down a the back of the saiyan’s head for the killing blow.
The blow never met its mark, as the officer found himself surrounded in a glowing red net of energy. He turned to rail his blade against it, but realized this was futile and gave a warrior’s death cry as he was accelerated at bone crushing speed into a solid concrete patrician sending a resounding crack as his bones shattered on impact, not from hitting the wall, but from the compression of his battle suit.
The youthful Corday cracked a grim smile as he stepped out from behind the wrecked tank. He watched as Musashi finished the remaining two troops, sweeping one’s legs and kicking his throat for a knockout, then slicing off the final soldiers weapons hand at the wrist and cracking his visor with a reverse pommel strike, sending the final opponent sinking into the black void of unconsciousness.
Musashi nodded to Corday, and gestured for the human to get out of sight, before their handiwork drew more attention for the invaders. Musashi himself faded into space between buildings, working his way out past the city limits. He paused only once, opening his mind to all the fighters he had met, or could sense on Eden. The message was simple and direct, [glow=silver,7,300]”Allies, if we wish to repel this menace you must meet me at the guardian’s lookout. Keep your power as low as possible. They have advanced sensor technology. I will explain everything to those who come to help”[/glow]
With this the warrior shut down his power signal and escaped into the forest, preparing himself for he long, slow journey to the lookout.
They came from the far reaches of known space, unseen by any sensor on Eden, unseen to the naked eye. It was as if the very fabric of space and time was open to them, and the fleet of battleships poured from out of the void, taking all that was in their path. By the time the presence of the vessels was detected by the joins, the most militarily dominant faction on Eden, they had already blockaded the entire system. Satellite communications crackled and where soon down.
One by one the belly of each ship opened, like a great beast, they birthed smaller transport ships, wrapped in heatproof envelopes, dropping onto the unsuspecting surface of the world. They settled into an precise elliptical orbit, waiting for the command to drop. They would attack with no mercy, they would take no prisoners, and they would not stop still they owned this world.
With a sudden burst of unimaginable brightness, fiery death rained down from the sky. The big ships poured blast upon blast on the helpless sphere that was Eden. These massive attacks were not randomly targeted, however, they were aimed specifically at any structure resembling air defense grids or fighter ships. Within moments thousands died, vaporized by the onslaught of energy. Eden’s entire fighter force, Juin, Genericia and other countries was reduced to quarter strength in an instant. Juins armies ceased all combat operations and immediately broke for the mainland at all speed. They quickly disengage and rushed back to their beleaguered mainland for they had been caught with their fleets away from home, and the devastation to the civilian population could be tremendous.
Then, as if on cue, the transport ships plunged into the living atmosphere below them, streaking meteorites as the hulls bucked against the frictional forces of piercing the planet’s envelope. They left trails of fire through the sky as they plummet downwards, each cluster of transports aimed at some vital area, a city, a government center, a military base. Indeed, the sky above the small continent of Juin was filled with streaks of heat as these invaders knew that this was the strongest military on the planet.
When a ship touched down, ramps extended like spears, smashing into the surface of the planet. Quickly an initial force of 30 genetically enhanced troopers sprinted down the ramp and established a defensive perimeter, preventing any sudden attacks. Each wore a viser with a plate that shifted colors, blue, purple, red, green, scanning every known frequency in less than a second. Each warrior carried weapons, shaped like a pointed disk, almost an almond that fit over their arm like a glaive. The officers stood near the front, and in addition to this carried a curved tube shape emitter on their belts. Each solider was adorned in light blue battle armor, covering their entire body, giving them an imposing image as they stood upon ready.
Another five minutes past, and the transport ships split into two halves, folding away to reveal their innards. Large sections formed bigger ramps, and hovering vehicles and four wheeled reconnaissance jeeps slid downward from them. Theses squads weren’t here to assess the situation, this was a full invasion force, established on Eden’s soil before it’s protectors could even blink. The shock troops didn’t shirk their assigned tasks in the slightest. Every individual completed his or her job like a cog in an assembly line.
In the less defended areas the troops marched boldly into the urban centers in their tanks and weapons of war. Loudspeakers blared out the message from the conquerors to the conquered, [glow=red,7,300] “Citizens of Eden, stand down. If you resist us you will be destroyed. None of you have the military might to withstand our armada, and if you resist we will level all of your cities with our orbital guns. The firepower you have witnessed today is only a fraction of what our fleet can do, if you resist us, we will turn your planet into slag!”[/glow]
The same scene played out again and again across the surface of the world. The terrifying images of the mighty armies marching into cities tired of strife and warfare. The rude proclamations of supremacy over the bullhorns jarred the people out of their daily routines. Civilians scurrying from place to place, gathering children and searching for somewhere to hide from this force. It was a sad testament to the years of warfare, but nearly every citizen of Eden knew where their places were in such situations. Stone faced warriors returning to their dwellings to arm themselves for yet another struggle.
Meanwhile on one small city on the Great Continent west a small detachment of shock troops marched through the ruins of a once great city. The area was so run down it did not warrant a full squad, and it was believed that sending any more troops would be overkill. Still, they followed protocol and marched through the run down town in full regalia.
Suddenly, the calm within the ranks was broken. Each and ever scanner spiked, there was a blur of motion, and a glowing red line traced itself across one of the hover tanks, which split open before gushing forth brilliant crimson fire, and detonating in the middle of the abandoned street. The troops advanced tracking mechanisms instantly optimized an escape vector for the blur and they looked up at one of the shells of former buildings. There, on the highest peak stood a lone figure, clothed in brilliant white, sleeves and belt blowing in the stiff breeze that filtered through the artificial canyons of the city.
One of the men said to the other, [glow=red,7,300]’Isn’t he the one? The one we saw in the transmission? If we bring him in, we’ll get nearly a year’s pay each our of the bounty!”[/glow] The entire squad opened fire at once, their weapons pouring fourth brilliant scarlet lines of fire that annihilated the rooftop. The figure spun through the air with an almost casual ease, and the sun glinted of his blades as he landed lightly on the bombed out pavement, centered himself about his weapons and charged. These were not mere mercenaries, however, and they quickly readjusted their aim, sending the onrushing warrior into a high arching jump over their fire, too much for him to deflect.
The warrior tucked one blade back into its case even as he flew upwards, and extended his left palm. From it emerged two basketball sized energy blast that rocketed towards the first rank of the invaders. Their shields snapped on in a purple glow, but they were designed to warm up first, with only enough power on reserve to stop standard ki blasts. These ultradense blasts tore through, and shredded the armor of the first two warriors, and they fell to the street, bleeding them out on the rough cold pavement.
The swordsman landed in the middle of the remaining five warriors from the seven-man reconnaissance team. Their weapons, equipment, and training were top notch, more than a match for any ki wielding warrior, but this man had one advantage that no one else would have; he had fought theses soldiers before. So, in the brief moment while they recalibrated to close range weapons, he impaled the first two soldiers through the chest driving his blades in to the hilt and knocking his enemies back off the edges with the pure force of the blow. Their armor would turn almost anything, but the ki-hardened blades pierced it like paper and plunged out their backs. Both men twitched, and died, pierced through the heart by the fighter’s cold steel. Before they had time to fall to the ground, the remaining three soldiers had reacted and taken up the fight.
The final three faired better as they had far more time to react, the two foot soldiers ignited he staff like bayonets on their energy carbines and had at the swordsman, one striking high at his left shoulder while the other hacked at his knees, intent on disabling him. Meanwhile, the officer tucked and rolled and came from behind, his energy scimitar. Even as the master swordsman blocked both oncoming strikes and kicked on of his warriors in the groin, the officer brought his blade crashing down a the back of the saiyan’s head for the killing blow.
The blow never met its mark, as the officer found himself surrounded in a glowing red net of energy. He turned to rail his blade against it, but realized this was futile and gave a warrior’s death cry as he was accelerated at bone crushing speed into a solid concrete patrician sending a resounding crack as his bones shattered on impact, not from hitting the wall, but from the compression of his battle suit.
The youthful Corday cracked a grim smile as he stepped out from behind the wrecked tank. He watched as Musashi finished the remaining two troops, sweeping one’s legs and kicking his throat for a knockout, then slicing off the final soldiers weapons hand at the wrist and cracking his visor with a reverse pommel strike, sending the final opponent sinking into the black void of unconsciousness.
Musashi nodded to Corday, and gestured for the human to get out of sight, before their handiwork drew more attention for the invaders. Musashi himself faded into space between buildings, working his way out past the city limits. He paused only once, opening his mind to all the fighters he had met, or could sense on Eden. The message was simple and direct, [glow=silver,7,300]”Allies, if we wish to repel this menace you must meet me at the guardian’s lookout. Keep your power as low as possible. They have advanced sensor technology. I will explain everything to those who come to help”[/glow]
With this the warrior shut down his power signal and escaped into the forest, preparing himself for he long, slow journey to the lookout.