As the rescue ship retrieved Alexander from the debris of the Xenos ship and headed to the rendezvous point.
The crew were surprised of the appearance of the figure before them.
His hair was in a mess when they first arrived and now the myriad of colors slowly receding until the hair is akin to a golden reddish color..
The crew speak nothing of the High Lord aboard as he requested a room for his stay.
He suffered from the aftereffects of over burdening his body.
And he have to pay the price.
In his room. Several candles and a giant mirror was placed beside his bed.
No one would bother to even want to be with the man that is basically the one that have the will of the emperor.
As he meditate to keep his body from falling apart.
The darkness that he kept at bay now grown, manifested as his darkest thought bubbling in the surface.
The room felt colder as the lights dimmed and flicker and the candles moved with fear in the dark.
It came, growing from the light until it formed a body.
It resemble the younger version of himself.
Albeit a more darker and covered in shadows with glowing eyes of gold that bore some semblance...
"You know... Being a Emperor have a nice ring to it." A voice similar to his own whisper to his ear.
"I only serve the Emperor above... Not my own." Alexander spoke as he simply watched the figure before him.
"The emperor? The emperor that sent us to hell and we supposed to be glad about it? The same emperor made you the way you are?" His darkness pointed out.
"I had... No choice."
"Choice? You had plenty and you blatantly ignored it. " The darkest part of him scoffed as the shadow walked around as if to scrutinized him.
"Had you never gotten the system, you just be a normal man fighting against the arachnids."
"I had to do for what is to come..."
"See the last encounter, you deliberately sent your forces away, when you could have used them to slow that fallen knight while you can step back and reaped the rewards upon his corpse, you could have used the navy to bombard him from orbit from that forsaken ship. And now look at you... Just a man dying in his own skin."
"They are subjects of the Imperium... My father people... They are people that needed.... For the war ahead than my ego to send them to death..."
"The said imperium that didn't cared about you. You literally burn down the Federation that your father defended with his life. You're one to talk." He laughed.
"You reap people's lives and you're the one to talk about duty, people hate you behind your back, you know how much they hate you, never really care about how the people think about you..."
"What do you expect when Chaos is at hand?" Alexander spoke but a whisper in his tone.
"Chaos is just word a term that you just blatantly hide behind, you never let the people decide their faith, you are no different from the monster that sits on the golden throne, you are slowly becoming like him whether you like it or not." His darkness eyes glowered
"Then what says you, if you are my darkness why do you feel like you want to give up so easily?"
"I may be your darkness, but I have seen the end of what is to come, you stole a demigod body and used his remains as your own.
Devoured the body parts of the said god brothers and become a monster of Possiblity. And thanks to that. I am free from the warp."
The candles flicker as he stood before him.
"Our actions have wreck galaxies fate
You diverted people that supposed to die, live without the fear of consequences of their own.
So why do you think I care about the Galaxy that never loved us anyway?
You effectively done this galaxy damnation , you're more of a monster than the demons to give them false sense of security, of false sense of hope.
Isn't that why the detractors called you the Antichrist, the child of Satan and you just burn them down the good old fashion way of promethium flame.
Ever wonder why the primarchs kept beside you? the emperor never trust you, they are the the final bastions against your madness
Deep down you fear them too, didn't you?that's why you always kept a distance from them, never let them go closer to your own heart just like your "father" that you wilfully worshipped, I wonder how you will your real father think about this."
"Don't bring this into this conversation demon"
"Demon, is that all you got when you have nothing to do, it held no inconclusive thought, no facts that would deny my existence is a joke.
I am simply you, the echoes of the original, you, the one that you drown in that power grab from the gods and people you think that I would just sit idly by, and you pretend to be me?
I am, shall we say furious about what you have done to my own body, you are the way you doing this to my own body, is asking that you want to die, you want to find a place that you deserved was because immortality was too much for you to witness the end of what ever you build?
"You make a pretty bad excuse about hiding behind your father's funeral, the burning of the Galaxy in your hand alone shows you are no different from Horus Lupercal." The candles burnt out as he spoke.
The shadow looked at Alexander at a few short seconds before he continued
"Isn't that why you never bore children? That Theseus of yours, everytime you bedded them. You told him to make you sterile.
Despite the fact that your wives wanted to have a child, to keep a part of you with them, and in your selfishness refused.
I know your fear, you fear that you make the same mistakes like the false father.
That you yourself created the same murderer that placed his own father to the golden throne. You fear that if you give them the very gift they sought, they would be dammed."
"Shut up."
"I am the darkest parts of you. I known every secret, every thoughts that delve in that soul of yours."
"You wanted a child as well, but after seeing what Horus done to the Emperor of yours. You never desired for a child out of fear alone."
"Do you think I have time for that!
I am pressed for time and my galaxy on a brink of destruction! My desires is not on the table!"
"That's why you are never human."
"No matter how much power you obtain. No matter what galaxy you hand to the emperor on a silver platter..."
"You...Cease Being Human. The more you sacrifice yourself to bastards and idiots of the masses, you never be the man you once was. Just a puppet that is being controlled by memories alone. That's no different from being dead "
"Leave!"
"I leave alright... But I am always that emptiness of the void in your soul.
The very parts of yourself that sacrifice to divert the primarchs from damnation.
And when you fall... I will be there to take my rightful place." The shadows left.
A whispered words left with the wind.
"You and the false emperor is so alike...
He is a god draped in guise of a human, and you are just a Chimera that is clinging onto what's left of your humanity and echoes of your memories of being one..."
The candles return to life and leaving Alexander in silence.
"Even... If I may become a monster...I did it to preserve humanity and...my family..."
He reminiscence of the family so far from him...
The children he saved... And the wives that awaited him at the horizon...
He knew deep down...
He would perish... He knew that no matter how many galaxies he did conquer... It didn't matter in the end.
Akin to the Midas of old...
He desire gold and he destroyed the very things he loved...
There was a knock at the door.
"Sir... Is there anything wrong?"
"Nothing... What's the matter?"
"We have arrived at the rendezvous point sir." The voice from the door spoke.
"Thank you, you may continue your duties." Alexander smiled as he headed his way to the command deck.
As he left the room.
The shadow figure sat behind on his bed as he disappeared from the realm.
The rendezvous point was filled with Ships, each bore their respective factions Umojans, Dominion, and Even the Imperium taking the bulk of the armada.
Because each of them have something to do with the Queen of blades.
While her rampage across the sector caused billions to die or be infested, the Imperium was akin to a beacon of hope.
They drove the Swarm away from their respective allies and provided humanitarian aid.
The minor factions in the galaxy that were saved by them, gave their support, miniscule it may be to end the threat of the Galaxy for good.
Elite company of War Pigs, Prometheus Company. Mercenaries hired by the Small subsectors government of the Koprulu Sector aided this massive fleet.
Everyone in this fleet, wanted the Queen of Blade Dead or gone.
The ship Alexander boarded, arrived at a Minotaur Battlecruiser called the Bucephalus.
Alexander mused of the ship name.
As he arrived at the connection tube to allowed his entrance to the ship.
He is greeted by Valerian and his cadres of soldiers.
"Welcome, High Lord Alexander, to my humble ship." Valerian smiled.
"You definitely got it from your father shipyards without asking?"
"Let's not point out the minor detail. Come, it's been a while."
As the Duo walked past the hallways. Alexander noticed there were several portrait of Acturus and his family...
One of them held a faded portrait of him and a younger Acturus. A time when both of them were simply... Friends.
It was created five years before the Confederacy.
When he funded Acturus Sons of Korhal.
And Acturus was a man filled with dreams.
Valerian smiled as he spoke of the History of the portrait.
"Is this to your liking sir? He never destroyed this picture."
"No... It reminded me when I had believed in him."
"I see..."
As they arrived at Valerian quarters, it was not gaudy as Alexander imagined. Just a cozy fireplace and a bookshelf.
There were two seat that were placed near the fireplace and a chessboard between them.
Valerian bade him to engage him in a chess.
As they sat down. Valerian spoke.
"What did you actually think about my father? Before he was a Emperor? When he spoke about you were little as far as I remembered..." Valerian smiled, as he moved his pawn.
"He had a potential to become a king... Someone that could had given hope...until what he did to Kerrigan. Was something that lowered my expectations of him. He became more of a monster than a beacon of hope." Alexander placed his Knight.
"You think so...do you think that if we managed to... Retrieve the queen of blades from the Zerg... Would my father looked at me proudly?" Valerian spoke softly.
"I don't blame you Valerian... You cannot choose which one is your father that made you...but you are you... Valerian. I have my own reasons why I needed the Queen of blades gone. And if you want your father approval ... Thats on you.
"I am curious, Alexander, why is it that you proclaimed yourself as a High Lord than a Emperor?" Valerian moved his rook
"I am never have the capacity to be one
I'm just a steward of something grander.
A herald of someone holy and divine."
"A God Emperor or something ?"" Valerian jest.
"You could say that, but he prefers, Man Emperor of Mankind." Alexander laughed.
"You have a good emperor then?" Valerian queried.
"He makes mistakes... Like a regular human did."
"If he is your emperor... I wonder if I can be a good emperor?" Valerian held a tinge of uncertainty.
Alexander gazed upon the vast ships that headed to a single location.
"Valerian... You have the seed of a good king. There are trials that is difficult. I doubt that there is not many in this galaxy that I admit, have decent qualities to lead.
Empires its not about being a king of divine right or a popularity contest to sway the people... But the people wellbeing. They make up of a thriving Empire.
I seen plenty in my life. A empty empire is just a worthless title to be swept aside."
"What makes you say that?
"The first slave of a kingdom is the King himself. He is chained by responsibility to keep his kingdom alive. Just as I have."
Valerian sat in silence as he held his queen.
"I am glad that you still retained a sense of humility. Had it been your father, he would lashed out and downplay the burden of the crown." Alexander handed something to Valerian.
It was strange pocket container that is embellished in gold. And the cover held a glass of a small branch that was burning.
"What's this?"
"A branch of a Holy tree from Mars Sara. I trimmed it. It would protect you from being mind controlled from outside influence. This tree is what connects humanity to my Emperor in a sense. A token of friendship."
Valerie smiled as he cherish it.
Every king fears plenty ways to die.
Assassinations, mind controlled and poison.
"Now then... Let's discuss business...
If we managed to revert the queen of blades.
Where would you placed her? She is a topic that even my Imperium would never let her in.. after what she did to my people."
"I would placed her in a secure facility in my mother country... There we would see if she revert back to normal."
"I see, may our corporation be fruitful. I hoped that there would be a person worthy to be called... A ally that the Imperium need."
"You think that highly ..."
"I called it ... A investment."
The Armada arrived at the Char System.
Every commanders of the fleet stood on board the Bucephalus tactical command room.
"Men this is General Horace Warfield. He is my general to discuss on the battlefield." Valerian spoke.
And everyone nodded to the tough as nails general.
"Well, then you have seen the battle plans of the Dominion, we shall make a beachhead on one of the many tectonic stable plateau that surrounds the Hive that the queen of blades located."
"How do you prepared for contingencies if your little plan fail?" Raynor spoke.
"Raynor, while you and your terrorist friends hid under a rock, we sent 5 counter invasion against the Zerg." Warfield simply glanced at Raynor.
"And I fought them long before you ever did. And it took both the Protoss and the Imperium to drove them back." Raynor smiled.
Valerian held up his hand and interrupted their conversation.
"We're all aware of your victories, General. I've invited Commander Raynor here to assist us with any... unforeseen contingencies."
It dampened the simmers for a moment.
"Well it sounds like you got it all figured out, junior." Raynor smirked.
"I have far too much invested in this undertaking to see it fail."Valerian walks next to an hologram projector.
"Speaking of which, you might particularly enjoy this next step." Valerian smiled.
As Valerian presses a button. The machine flicker to life, and the face of Arcturus Mengsk appears on the projector.
"Valerian! I've just received a report you've taken half the fleet! Care to explain yourself, boy?" Acturus looked confused of only now his own son spoke now.
V"Father, I am about to accomplish that which you never could. Today I will defeat the Queen of Blades and secure peace throughout the Dominion. By this act the people will finally know that I am a worthy successor to you." He spoke with such hope.
Arcturus Mengsk signed as he spoke.
"I love your gumption, son, but you're in way over your head. What makes you think you have the experience to-"
Raynor pushes Valerian away and walks in front of Arcturus' hologram.
"He ain't alone, Arcturus!"
Arcturus Mengsk was surprised of seeing his enemy with his own son.
"Raynor. I don't know what gutter my son fished you out of, but even you've got to realize that treacherous bitch cannot be saved... And neither can you."
Both stared for a brief moment and the people around could see Sparks fly.
Jim Raynor spoke first.
"We'll see about that. And when this is over, you and me got a score to settle."
Raynor closes the link with Arcturus and walks away. Arcturus' hologram disappears. Valerian smiles wryly..
"Everything I could have hoped for..."
Jim Raynor turned to Valerian.
"You're playing a dangerous game here, kid."
Alarm sounds, everyone was in a tense mood.
Horace Warfield spoke to Valerian as information relayed into the comms,
"Prince Valerian, we have zerg attack waves incoming."
"Already?
Valerian walks to the port window. There he sees zerg mutalisks rising from the system surroundings and attacking ships.
One Minotaur battlecruiser, in an attempt to avoid the incoming zerg flyers, collides with another battlecruiser, resulting in heavy damage for both ships.
"Clear the bridge! I've got a battle to win." General Warfield commanded the crew to Battle station.
Valerian glance at Raynor as he about to leave the room, both men nodded as they have the task at hand.
"I'll see you boys on the ground" Raynor smiled.
Queen of blades knew that this Armada is but a glimpse of what she seen in the Imperium holdings.
She improvised her forces.
Banelings disguise into space mines, themselves as asteroids that lingered across the system.
Mutalisk have more penetration darts.
Everything that could damage the fleet and make this forces to retreat and licked their wounds like what Acturus did years ago.
But she realized that this was not a ragtag group of mercenaries and the remnants of the UED that made their last gambit.
Not the Imperium that delayed her progress of amassing their miniscule forces.
It was a full blown military that would strangle her in the cradle of nightmares.
The first strike commence by her alerted the invading Armada.
And never before the amount of tracers and laser rained around forming a literal hedgehog of area of denial.
Missiles and rockets fired like a symphony of orchestra.
Even the statues that were embedded on the ships had point defenses that joined the fight.
Never ending as they envelope the incoming swarm in a explosion of neverending inferno.
[This is High Lord Alexander, Herald of the Celestial Imperial Cause.
Admirals,Heed my call! Escort the ships that carry our warriors to the depths of hell! Let this xenos know that this is their retribution!
Shield Ships! Into Formation!]
A detachment of the armada began. Escorting the transport fleets into the orbital skies of char.
Shield Ships, a term that they held not only the best weapons had to offer, but the best shielding and armor that tanked most of the Swarms leviathans attack.
Banelings acids and explosion began to etched across the hull of the ships.
Scars of damage began to crack as they fired nonstop into the swarm that began to arrive into the system.
The Flak turrets and lance gunnery crew aimed their weapons into the unending hordes of swarm Infestation.
Overlord floated into the hangars bays unloaded their contents of Zerglings and roaches into the heart of the ship and the klaxon blare to alert the crew.
[This is your captain speaking! We got Boarders into our beloved vessel! Get ready Voidsmen! Repel the blasted intruders!]
"Oi! We gunna hav' a foight!"
"I bet nine thrones if ya wank ain't gud enugh."
"Sod off! Git tha flamer yet!"
"Right 'ere, plenty of fuel as well for these damned roaches."
"Here they come!"
Every corridors of the boarded ship were barricaded and filled with automated turrets.
The Zerg attempted to make a hatchery to overwhelmed the defenders.
As the accompanied forces began to swarm into the tight corridors.
Lasguns and flamers scorched the walkways as they contained the infestation.
The captain looked at the screen of his guarded convoy.
The ships he defended now swept past his ship and he smiled as their cargo now be the death of every xenos below.
In the holds of every ship, held Regiments of soldiers.
Each of them silently prayed to the Aquila and their fortune as priests and their chaplains silently walked with balls of incense and prayers in their mouth.
Several war reporter simply record the situation in silence.
"Our Holy God Emperor... Bless our misfortune souls of this holy war against this nightmare to end.
Grant us strength to fight against the foul xenos that is beneath out feet.
Grant us the courage to aid our fellow brothers and sisters to fight the nightmare below.
From your divine golden throne, that gave us hope for us to live another tomorrow.
From the your divine tree that shelter our minds and healed our soul.
May your fury against the horors below.
Be our strength, our protector of our souls.
May our duty and sacrifice be our offerings of our faith to you. God emperor. Ave Imperator, Invicta Victorum!" The pastor spoke as he spoke with conviction.
Many said amen.
And many silent as they simply nodded as they prepare for the drop.
A reporter saw a group of Imperial Guards gathered to take a picture of their regimental regalia.
She smiled as she clicked her camera of the group that gave their victory signs with their attached commisar that was grimly staring at them.
Every ship garrison were busy, being prepared for the landing.
Pilots of supporting the support on the ground, discuss their vehicle issues with the Magos in charge of their maintenance.
Mech riders, did their final checks of their suits of ceramites and neo ceramite alloys as they molded their mind with their partners.
Even the Astartes contemplating their future after the battle.
The klaxon horns began sounded across the fleet.
The soldiers rushed to their drop pods and their transports.
A tide of soldiers rushed into position as their ships began to reach at the orbit of Char.
Each of them had a role.
The drop pods were to launch first and soften the landing zones.
While the transport would start the drops and prepare the teleporter beacons to bring in heavier ordinances.
"Approaching orbit, Drop pods in t-minus 3 minutes!" The voice of the captain echoes in the transport bays.
Many heaved in silence, they gave their prayers in silence as they clenched their Aquila.
Hoping that their god of war provide safety and glory.
The launch signal turned from blistering red to calm blue lights and many of the drop troopers felt the rush of g-forces as they rained upon the surface below.
[Operation: Hellmire Commence!]
The voice echoed in the communication.
As the metal shower that rained upon the surface of Char.
Akin to bringing hope to the finality of the war.
The Zerg were waiting.
And every inch on the ground were filed with spore crawlers and Hydralisk that attempted to shoot the drop pods from the skies.
Scourge nest were akin to heavy anti-air battery spat swarms beetles filled their belly with acid.
Acid blooms of flak and hardened spikes rained upon the invaders.
Some of the Zerg fliers that did not partake the defense of the surface began to swarm to the drop pods.
Some of them, even ripped the occupants from their seat as they were ripped apart in the air by the Zerg mandible and claws.
The majority landed and soon found themselves surrounded by Zerg.
"This is Squad Bravo! We are being swarmed over here!"
"This is Twister one! We are going down, I repeat Going down! My grid is-"
"There's too many of them!?"
"Then shoot everywhere! Your mother gave you trigger finger! Use it!"
Squads ended up having to make the last stand as they dragged as many of the Zerg down with them.
Some of the more lucky ones survive near the mech drop zones as the behemoths began their walk of destruction to aid their enemies.
Those that managed to survive more than a squad rejoined and engaged the spore crawler and scourge nest defenses.
Signs of Las fire and the familiar explosions were but a brief comfort of the soldiers that stood upon the carcases they made.
The soldiers overlooked from a mountain beyond the horizon, teeming with zerg, if there was hell in this galaxy, there's no place like Char.
It was surreal.
Mechs walked across the lava plains,
Baneblades and leman Russ that arrived via drop pods began their choir of bolters and shells.
And all the meanwhile more drop pods landed at the one of many stable plateaus that surrounded the "acclaimed" Zerg Palace.
Soldiers now dug in and foxholes were made as the rest connect theirs into a makeshift trenches.
A officer listen to his voxcaster as he called the good news in a myriad of bad ones.
The drop zones were heavily contested, but for now it was a lull before a tide began to strike back.
"This is Command Squad 1-3 company of the 6th Mar Sara Regiment! All zones secured, I repeat All Marked Landing Zones Secured! No Anti Air Battery left standing! Only minor Zerg fliers resistance!"
"This is 42th Imperium Transport fleet, Confirmed.
Now stand hold your ground as we land more reinforcements."
"Affirmative, Eta?" He pressed his comms as if to ascertain.
"5 minutes, and the Air Calvary will arrive."
The comms went silent.
The officer looked at his soldiers.
Most of them at least.
Many died during the drops. But now before him was remains of the company of 6th regiment.
Couple of Sentinels that halfway used their ammunition and a squad Leman Russ that
Is fresh from the slaughter, their barrels still steaming hot.
"Good news everyone. We need a Fiver and it all good to go! Hold your ground men! Lady luck shine on us today!"
The rumbling was heard.
As they aimed their guns outwards. The swarm of Zerg never seen before their eyes.
Some had instinctively felt fear.
But somehow they felt excitement in their place.
"Let 'er rip!"
Volley upon volleys of Lasgun and tank shells rained upon the swarming horde.
They never needed to aimed, as the foes before them is so clustered, to the point they bound to hit something in their wake.
Everyone slowly counted the seconds as the swarm is inching closer and closer to their lines.
Series of missiles and rockets swept overhead the defensive lines and rammed straight into the horde.
Creating a explosion that winds bore the carcass of bone and shrapnel that swept on the defenders face.
"Reinforcements are here! Valkyries and Laat!" One of the young recruits yelled out as swarms of Imperial fliers of their own swept from the heavens as if it was angels that came from the skies to aid their beleaguered brother in arms.
In their wake, missiles and lascannons rained upon the land and as they swept past , leaving a trail of dead Zerg and flames in their wake.
The soldier cheered as beacons were unloaded from the Valkyrie and now placed onto the soil as if to marked their conquest against the monsters.
Blue beams of light lit up ashen skies.
Many looked at the sign of things to come.
With the Teleporter beacons in place, they can teleport the wounded into orbit and bring down reinforcements without the hassle.
Now regiments that suffer majority of the entry from orbit can now transport directly on the surface below.
In a flash of light, tanks and mech now arrived and began to make a battlelines more determined to be held.
8 plateaus were captured by the Imperium with blood, sweat and sacrifice.
8 beacons to let the stragglers of their units regroup and prepare for the onslaught.
Dominion and imperium died alike on the fields of char.
The Dominion were more lax in their preparations as their fleet were attacked and their battle plans were simply just land and hope for the best, unlike the imperium that made trenchlines and artillery support.
Bases that supposed to make in days turned into mere hours as they raised prefabricated forts and now a beachhead to spearhead into the darkness of the depths.
The first whirling of plasma generator came to life as Earthshakers unloaded and began to aimed at all directions. Their hunger for vengeance was felt even from the barrels themselves.
The Zerg began to swarm to this fledging bases only met with a wall of flak and shrapnel.
Things were going well, until one of the minotaur Battlecruiser of the Dominion swept past the beachhead zones and into the depth of Zerg territory, past the defensive lines.
[Mayday, Maday! This is General Warfield, My ship is taking terrible... terrible damage.
We're holding position, but we need support ...soon. *static*]
Many of the soldiers looked one another.
Dominion soldiers that were saved wonder if they could do so, but without the firepower of the Imperium they were at a Impasse.
And the Imperium is consolidating their soldiers into a offensive.
"Come-on Boys, time to bail out the general. Ain't no time like the present." Raynor smiled as he led the Raynor Raiders with his partner Tychus.
He was a enigma for the two forces.
One side he was the Arbites of Mars Sara, and the other he is a rebel leader.
The imperial guard shrugged as they supported their little escapade to save the beleaguered Dominion general and what remained of the crew.
Artillery rained danger close as Raynor rode his Vulture into the danger zone.
The hot blazing winds splattered across his power suit as he drove past the Zerg lines.
Behind him was his partner Odin as he fire while striding forward to keep his partner alive.
"Jimmy, git your eyes workin, ya being surrounded!" Tychus yelled as he launched Anti Air missiles at a swarm of mutalisk that was chasing Raynor.
"I knew, I can trust ya Tychus."
"Hey, I ain't no babysitter."
Their spearhead was abruptly halted by a group of ultralisk.
They roared in rage as they began to charge.
"Tally-ho!" A bunch of voices sounded as several mechs rained from the skies above.
Several tons of metal cracked on the first group of ultralisk skulls.
"Aye, ya lubbers doin about, git ya arse movin, High Lord Orders. We going to need that Dominion general to coordinate wit our battlegroup." A Scottish accent spoke from what is presumably the leader of the group.
"We the MacKay Silver arrows would do whatever we can to smack these wanka aboot." The Mechs began facing forward to the massive ultralisks.
"Where's the hell the yanks at!?" One fo the soldier yelled at the voxcaster.
"Here's Clarkson 23 with the nuclear football and he dash past the Zerg line with his linebacker aiding his rear from being chewed toy.
And now they reached touchdown! Watchout from the nuclear fallout! He tossed the football to Carlos 12 and he shoot and scores! A hive cluster down for the count!"
A simple makeshift table and two people calmly sat as explosion and screams heard across the field. Perhaps crazy or went bat shit insane as they felt the debris of nuclear fire.
Their positron beams and unending amount of missiles rained upon the horde.
"Oi, lieutenant! Got tha music!"
"Alrighty sir, We got our last hurrah!"
"Thanks, let's get going Tychus. We have a general to save."
"You don't have to tell me twice." Tychus shrugged.
A horn was sounded and the duo heard the loud noise. They turned around to see the distance.
"Damm... That's not the calvary... It's a god-damned demolition team!" Raynor smiled as he laughed a bit.
General Warfield had a time of his life indeed.
Ships debris came crashing down around the crash site and providing what remained of the crew as defensive position.
The Zerg knew the contents within.
A famed General and Prince Valerian is in the depth of the Crash site.
Queen of Blade knew that these two were important and now in her sadistic tendencies, she decided to slowly choke the life out of the crashed site. Especially if one of the survivors was the spawn of the man she despise the most.
And at the same time used them to rope whatever heroes into the trap she made.
Countless hives and base defenses block the way of the survivors defenses.
They held up in a entrance of a canyon ridge as they had limited places to defend, as if there was a bright light in a hopeless situation.
There were loud boom, as in the distance, the Famed Artillery of Krieg rained in a synchronized bombardment.
They made a creeping barrage of promethium and high explosives.
The Imperium defense lines were filled with rocket and missile vapor trail as if they were trying to make clouds of death.
The first barrage taken some of the Zerg structures.
Only the outlying defenses were taken out as they barely harden before rushed into battle.
A warhorn was sounded.
Kerrigan for the first time flinched of that horror of a noise.
3 massive monstrosity of a mechanical titans and surrounded by several smaller ones that paled to the masters of war, they simply taking a walk.
A very enthusiastic walk.
The low humming began to vibrate as the air was already screaming from the sheer heat alone, gave way to the nightmare before them.
Three beams of ungodly destruction paved a path to the defensive lines of the Zerg.
As the Zerg attempted to reinforce the destroyed lines using the Nydus worms. They met the sheer amount of tanks and mechs waltzing into the lines.
Raynor and Tychus leading the way as they soon arrived at the location.
"Fall back! fall back they are overwhelming!" A Dominion marine yelled as his trenchlines was soon overrun by the Zerg, their screams was heard in the trenches.
Some tried to escape.
"Belay that order, we have the prince in danger!" General Warfield yelled.
His words fell on deaf ears as the Hydralisks arrive and shot the stragglers with their spine darts. He tried to shoot back the Hydralisk, but in his haste to defend his remains of his soldiers, a Hydralisk dart managed to hit his trigger arm.
He could only close his eyes in pain as his men that followed him in this foolhardy campaign died before his eyes.
The Hydralisks came to his position, bursted beneath the very ground, their snarls were akin to a death rattle of defenders.
The Hydralisks was about to shoot Warfield full of holes until several beams rained upon the Zerg and filled them with cauterized holes.
Warfield saw where the beams came from and saw Raynor on his Vulture bike, aiming his gun at the location below.
Several artillery bombardment rained in the near distance as if to distract the swarm.
"Heard you boys needed some help. We came as fast as we could.
Ain't no time to be lyin' down on the job, General."
"You magnificent son of a bitch! You're the last man I expected to see!" Warfield chuckle as they were definitely the least person to even aid them.
"Boys... I hate to interrupt but... the natives are gettin' restless." He spoke as he saw on his mech visual range that there is a tide of Zerg swarming over to their location.
As the incoming wave of zerglings and ultralisk approach Warfield's position. Warfield spoke.
"Thanks for the rescue... But I hope it ain't just the two of you..." He clenched his teeth as he saw a rumbling on the ground.
"General. You know I've always got a card to play."
Raynor's Raiders' banshees fly in and bombard the zerg, killing them.
And the Imperium tanks arrived and began to commit fire support into the incoming horde.
Warfield pulls out the hydralisk spines embedded in his arm.
"You might be a damn pirate, Raynor, but whatever happens you saved my boys today and I won't forget that." Warfield smiled as he was being tended by the field medics
A group Valkyrie lands in the area to rescue Raynor, Tychus, Warfield and the remaining survivors away from the crash site..
Jim Raynor smiled as he boarded one of the plane.
"All in a day's work, General"
This was just the first day of the fight ahead.
And 1,960,674 soldiers confirmed dead
And 270,783 confirmed MIA
This was the first of the heaviest casualties in this galaxy, most skirmish never reached above 5 digits. And the data that is stained with the blood of the soldiers is sent back to the forge worlds to reassessment of their weapons and armor.
As the battle rage above the surface of the planet.
More are heading to support the grindfest of Char.
The Zerg attacked almost every minute that it made the soldiers weary and exhausted.
They can have morale, but if the body is strained beyond repair, they would lose combat effectiveness.
Alexander wondered if this is what Kerrigan had to offer...
(A/n: Sorry, I never felt so jaded in my life.
Funny, a Islam room in the Vatican.
And West is doomed.
I wonder, why did I even converted to Christianity if the said religion abandoned men, and boys that are lost? Wagging their fingers as people like me don't fit their agenda?
And yet they allowed a foreign religion in the hallowed halls of Catholics.
God is dead, his believers killed him not out of disbelief, but blind fanaticism and suicidal Empathy to murderers.
Two years ago. I did had some hope if humanity had some future.
Maybe china could be democratized.
Now I truly felt I was the outlier.
After the past few events, now I am a ardent defenders of the status quo of the Ccp out of necessity, if killing other side to preserve democracy and labeling those that refuse to cater to their delusional fantasy as fascist. I would not want that infection into my country.
Especially with CIA spooks that would simply shatter our unity. I know what they did to the south Americas. The west claimed that democracy is a choice. But it's the west democracy, not the natives.
"For the people, by the people." They claimed.
But I asked. "Whose people? My nation or your kingmakers of providing dictators to soothe your ego?"
And all I get from them is labeling as fascist and anti society.
Democracy is a joke.
Since society is the villain, why should men fight back?
When society is made up of individual that wanted men dead and be used like cannon fodder?
When democracy now is just all about giving free shit and making yourself feel good?
Tyranny of the masses indeed.
And yet the contract for single men and teenagers have been broken?
I simply agreed with those that been abandoned by god, society and faith.
Let it burn, let it collapse under the rotting carcass.
There's nothing in a dead religion offer me.
The empty hymns and litany is more akin to remind me that he was never there.
The sermons is akin to a necromancy rituals.
Why do murderers still walked on this earth?
And yet monsters linger in political power?
When I saw the amount of politicians In Aipac payroll, both left and right.
Is America truly free?
I began to agree with those that wanted Aipac gone.
Tik tok is just a platform and yet usa handed it to Israel. It shows who is the real master of America.
Call me antisemitic, but if the truth is antisemitic, is the west truly free?
I chat with American Gen z conservatives and British patriots, I agree with them.
I don't want to think they sold out because they are talking to a commie like me.
Because their issues goes beyond any ideology.
The current conservatives think that they can sweep the problems under the rug.
Thinking that their way is the highway. And they simply return to the good old days.
They ignore the main issues of the conservative of the youth
The people I spoke to, knows their future is being sold to a land of murderers for a false sense of comfort of the boomers and ego stroking of the millennials that they do good before god by spending billions to a land of blood.
And the youths fear that if gen z got the scraps, gen alpha don't even have anything.
Their land is being invaded, dying slowly, and their pleas is drowned by the sheer idiots screaming for welfare checks, food stamps, section 8 and social security.
And mainstream America conservative is Left light.
I noticed that everytime the democrats gone crazy, the conservative is just a benchmarkers of what the previous democrats talking point.
Soon I fear they would be the same as the lunatics and worship chopping genitals off.
Give 20-30 years to ferment.
After this past few weeks, I began to despise Democracy.
I say this what all the liberals and the western commies want to say.
Benevolent Dictator, more like they want a castrated king.
Tldr: I just shocked that the west sold out their nation and their childr future for a illusion of equality and diversity.
I... Simply felt numb.