Post by chronic on Jun 25, 2014 23:23:21 GMT -5
Not a serious project, just something I thought of while playing. enjoy(?)
The air stank of Xeno. They always seemed to have a certain stench, a highly distinguishable odor that permeated one's senses. Their corpses littered the ground of the contested colony, their dropships lying in ruins. The battlefield consisted of a highly militarized border planet, it's skies clogged with the smog from the factories. Installations littered the planet's surface, and the craters from orbital bombardments marred the formerly beautiful planet. And in this desolate ruin, amid the ruins of colossal buildings sat the soldiers of the Empire. Zealously defending the planet, even as seemingly unabated flow of Xeno filth gained steadily more ground, the soldiers fought.
For years, the minute populace had complained and petitioned for almost planet-wide demilitarization, citing over-funding and the lack of a proper threat. Then the Xenos had come. They arrived in the night, a single, massive ship bent on the annihilation of the planet itself. The airraid siren had been drowned out by the thundering echos of the orbital guns firing and the rasping whine of the rapid response fighters. The Xeno filth had beeneliminated Cleansed before it had reached atmosphere.
This prompted the massive production of warships throughout the empire. Massive, monolithic testaments to the might of the Templars, infused with weapons of immense power and destruction. Their presence was hope to the people, and soldiers of the colony. Even from the ground, these ships, visible in orbit shone with the majesty of civilization. Across the colony reserves began to mobilize, huge companies of men, and combat units deployed into shielded bunkers and prepared for the inevitable siege, while the civilian populace evacuated underground.
It was then that the scouts spotted the first of the ships. It soon became apparent that this was the harbringer of the Xeno armada. Legions of the filth in what seemed to be dozens upon dozens of ships. They smashed their way into the outer atmosphere and released hundreds of dropships towards the ground. Batteries opened up, destroying dozens and sending their flaming wreckage hurtling towards Terra Firma. But for every one that was destroyed, many more took its place. Soon the brave men and women of the imperial legion met the filth on open ground, thousands on both sides joining the slaughter.
So began the siege of the Tormada, continuing unabated for years. Millions had died defending the planet above and below the atmosphere, and their blood only encouraged the survivors to fight on. This planet could not fall. None, could fall to the Xeno menace less the Armada make it to the inner colonies. Thus upon the desolate surface, and amid the debris littered sky millions fought, so billions could live, and the war trudged steadily onward.
--Based on a Crazy difficulty game I am still doing with the Clans. The border war has continued for roughly 3/4ths of my 10ish Star unit long game. (not sure about how time measured?) ((10.34AE))
The air stank of Xeno. They always seemed to have a certain stench, a highly distinguishable odor that permeated one's senses. Their corpses littered the ground of the contested colony, their dropships lying in ruins. The battlefield consisted of a highly militarized border planet, it's skies clogged with the smog from the factories. Installations littered the planet's surface, and the craters from orbital bombardments marred the formerly beautiful planet. And in this desolate ruin, amid the ruins of colossal buildings sat the soldiers of the Empire. Zealously defending the planet, even as seemingly unabated flow of Xeno filth gained steadily more ground, the soldiers fought.
For years, the minute populace had complained and petitioned for almost planet-wide demilitarization, citing over-funding and the lack of a proper threat. Then the Xenos had come. They arrived in the night, a single, massive ship bent on the annihilation of the planet itself. The airraid siren had been drowned out by the thundering echos of the orbital guns firing and the rasping whine of the rapid response fighters. The Xeno filth had been
This prompted the massive production of warships throughout the empire. Massive, monolithic testaments to the might of the Templars, infused with weapons of immense power and destruction. Their presence was hope to the people, and soldiers of the colony. Even from the ground, these ships, visible in orbit shone with the majesty of civilization. Across the colony reserves began to mobilize, huge companies of men, and combat units deployed into shielded bunkers and prepared for the inevitable siege, while the civilian populace evacuated underground.
It was then that the scouts spotted the first of the ships. It soon became apparent that this was the harbringer of the Xeno armada. Legions of the filth in what seemed to be dozens upon dozens of ships. They smashed their way into the outer atmosphere and released hundreds of dropships towards the ground. Batteries opened up, destroying dozens and sending their flaming wreckage hurtling towards Terra Firma. But for every one that was destroyed, many more took its place. Soon the brave men and women of the imperial legion met the filth on open ground, thousands on both sides joining the slaughter.
So began the siege of the Tormada, continuing unabated for years. Millions had died defending the planet above and below the atmosphere, and their blood only encouraged the survivors to fight on. This planet could not fall. None, could fall to the Xeno menace less the Armada make it to the inner colonies. Thus upon the desolate surface, and amid the debris littered sky millions fought, so billions could live, and the war trudged steadily onward.
--Based on a Crazy difficulty game I am still doing with the Clans. The border war has continued for roughly 3/4ths of my 10ish Star unit long game. (not sure about how time measured?) ((10.34AE))