A Continuation of the Commander's Story
It had been about a week since we lost the citadel. Living off the land in the Olympian Forest was difficult. Since the first Battle of Orion, we had been cut off from all supply lines that link back to Sol. Scouts were sent out daily to recover occasional supply drops from the Federation and acquire intelligence. The siege of the planet from the "Gods of Technology" or the owlets, as my men called them, prevented evacuation. So here we were, marooned on Orion.
A super-carrier that almost blocked out the system's sun was overflowing with Promethean soldiers. The Pouli (or owlets) are a sentient race of many birds. Unusually industrious, the Pouli were a peaceful and trade empire. Only did they grow to be war-like when their suns stopped producing stardust. From their youth they are born with the innate ability fabricate amazing machines like the monstrosities we faced at Polarian Citadal. Alongside the Prometheans where the Titans and Artemis mechs. The Prometheans were primarily melee, whereas the Artemis where developed as massive, four-legged artillery support tanks; they stride slowly about and normally have a crew of about 6 Pouli. Titans on the other hand were an astounding work by the Pouli. They stood at approximately twenty feet tall and were mammoths. Steam spewed from the joints of Titans as they trudge across battlefields.
Scouts retrieved some of the remains from several of the close-combat units, revealing a small battle-station on the inside of the robot, as well as a petite life support machine. The entire "cockpit" of the automaton was encased in inertial dampeners too, which made sense; the mechs were very agile; I couldn't imagine the birds bouncing about inside, it was more than likely to severely impair the functionality of the machine.
Hidden away out here in the forest, far from the capital, well, whatever was left of the capital, we were somewhat safe. Light bending technology allowed a massive barrier around the encampment we established to remain tucked away from the wrath of the owlets. There was the occasional scout, but they were quickly dispatched or subdued. The Citadel, although, was no more. Scouts reported that it was reduced to rubble. Nothing was left to salvage. We had no manpower; with about five-thousand men, I still questions whether or not we would make it off the planet.
A couple of weeks after, the scouting division swooped in silently, deactivating their camo and landed quietly outside of my tent. "Commander, Delta Scout Corps has reported an field army of owlets moving towards us. An uncountable number of artillery units, a recorded five-hundred titans and around fifty-thousand Promethean Guards has been spotted. We await further orders." He said and shuddered. In shock I replied, "Where in God's name are they moving? They can't be moving towards us! That's far too man-" The encampment's attention was drawn to the sky. A lance of light shot through the super-carrier and split it entirely in half, then proceeded to break orbit and then into Orion's atmosphere. It crashed into the general location of the Pouli army. In the distance, high pitched shrieks were heard, followed by explosions and light. The soldiers around the Scout Corps; screaming and shouting, they scattered and routed into the bunkers that were dug into the massive trees. I gazed into the sky to find an immaculate light. Sunlight. It was all but that the sun was not to be found. It was the light of a ship; a burning ship, not the super-carrier either.
It was the Igni mother carrier.
A super-carrier that almost blocked out the system's sun was overflowing with Promethean soldiers. The Pouli (or owlets) are a sentient race of many birds. Unusually industrious, the Pouli were a peaceful and trade empire. Only did they grow to be war-like when their suns stopped producing stardust. From their youth they are born with the innate ability fabricate amazing machines like the monstrosities we faced at Polarian Citadal. Alongside the Prometheans where the Titans and Artemis mechs. The Prometheans were primarily melee, whereas the Artemis where developed as massive, four-legged artillery support tanks; they stride slowly about and normally have a crew of about 6 Pouli. Titans on the other hand were an astounding work by the Pouli. They stood at approximately twenty feet tall and were mammoths. Steam spewed from the joints of Titans as they trudge across battlefields.
Scouts retrieved some of the remains from several of the close-combat units, revealing a small battle-station on the inside of the robot, as well as a petite life support machine. The entire "cockpit" of the automaton was encased in inertial dampeners too, which made sense; the mechs were very agile; I couldn't imagine the birds bouncing about inside, it was more than likely to severely impair the functionality of the machine.
Hidden away out here in the forest, far from the capital, well, whatever was left of the capital, we were somewhat safe. Light bending technology allowed a massive barrier around the encampment we established to remain tucked away from the wrath of the owlets. There was the occasional scout, but they were quickly dispatched or subdued. The Citadel, although, was no more. Scouts reported that it was reduced to rubble. Nothing was left to salvage. We had no manpower; with about five-thousand men, I still questions whether or not we would make it off the planet.
A couple of weeks after, the scouting division swooped in silently, deactivating their camo and landed quietly outside of my tent. "Commander, Delta Scout Corps has reported an field army of owlets moving towards us. An uncountable number of artillery units, a recorded five-hundred titans and around fifty-thousand Promethean Guards has been spotted. We await further orders." He said and shuddered. In shock I replied, "Where in God's name are they moving? They can't be moving towards us! That's far too man-" The encampment's attention was drawn to the sky. A lance of light shot through the super-carrier and split it entirely in half, then proceeded to break orbit and then into Orion's atmosphere. It crashed into the general location of the Pouli army. In the distance, high pitched shrieks were heard, followed by explosions and light. The soldiers around the Scout Corps; screaming and shouting, they scattered and routed into the bunkers that were dug into the massive trees. I gazed into the sky to find an immaculate light. Sunlight. It was all but that the sun was not to be found. It was the light of a ship; a burning ship, not the super-carrier either.
It was the Igni mother carrier.
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