The Yetrin Empire invaded the Hyperion Union in the late 54th century in an attempt to gain overwhelming power within the galaxy. The Union was caught off guard as Yetrin forces swept over every planet like a plague, the soldiers destroyed everything in sight.
In a last ditch effort to secure vital hold points to halt the Yetrin forces the union deployed millions of troops across hundreds of planets to regain control. Thousands of drops ships descended through hellfire in an attempt to deploy auxiliary troops on every planet.
This follows the short deployment of a single troop, Asven. The one who survived the impossible battle that reclaimed a city.
Strapping into the small dropships cargo hold along with a dozen other troops they all prepared for the hell below as seventeen other dropships prepared for launch. The super carrier sitting in high orbit over the planet extended eighteen arms with each one holding a dropship from its hanger bay.
The weightlessness from zero gravity was short lived as the formation of ships detached from the holding arms and rapidly dove into the planets atmosphere. Eighteen streaks of plasma plummeted towards the city as anti aircraft fire zipped past well above lethal speeds with the occasional missile roaring past in tandem.
One of the ships was struck by anti aircraft fire tearing a hole through the hull while simultaneously disintegrating one of the wings. This caused it to drift offcourse before slamming into one of the other dropships creating a cataclysmic explosion. The shockwave drowned out the rhythmic bangs of war as it violently rocked the remaining ships.
As the remaining sixteen ships leveled out mere metres above the the towering skyscrapers Asven's dropship's wing was torn clean off by anti aircraft fire. Falling out of formation the pilot tried to keep control, but their efforts were in vain as the ship punched into the heart of a skyscraper. The other ships shot through the city as the cargo doors banged open with soldiers getting ready for departure.
As the ships drifted closer towards the streets below troops flew out the back opening fire upon the nearby hostile forces with deadly precision. The Union troops were fitted with far superior equipment than the Yetrin threat, this allowed them to outmanoeuvre and ambush the Yetrin at every turn.
While the war raged on below Asven slowly came to surrounded by burning debris, pools of blood and corpses. The rest of the soldiers had their helmets shattered or were skewered on jagged pieces of metal. Just as he prepared to depart the skyscraper an atomic shockwave ripped through the city shattering countless rows of windows creating a glass shower upon everything below. Moments later the city was bathed in a blinding flash, brighter that any star could provide. The once great battle cruiser was reduced to debris burning up in the atmosphere like a meteor shower. A single round from the orbital cannons cut through the ships vital systems causing catastrophic chain reactions. The Yetrin had finally cracked the orbital cannon encryption and it was only a matter of time before another shell was loaded.
Swiftly sweeping the dust covered streets Asven emerged from alleys, taking down every hostile then disappearing like a ghost. Cutoff from the rest of his unit he continued the hit and run tactics while moving closer to the orbital cannon command centre. Finally reaching the command centre through the shadows he saw countless troops standing guard, knowing too well they'd overwhelm he stayed hidden. The command centre was basically a military base disguised as any other civilian building, the defence systems alone almost guaranteed capture but with hostile forces roaming at every turn it became a lethal game.
Night cast long shadows down every street while alleyways were engulfed in darkness. It gave Asven the perfect camouflage, silently moving through shadows between each pass of search lights he made it closer and closer to the command centre. Storming the facility survival instinct took control, blood soaked corpses filled the halls as Asven flew through the facility towards the main command room. The incoming Yetrin reinforcements flooded the command centre in search of what they thought an army.
Far above the city countless pillars of plasma filled the sky as dropships plunged into the hellfire. The second wave of Union ships weren't as fortunate as the first, anti aircraft defences unleashed swarms of missiles from seemingly every rooftop. Smoke covered the city like fog, the pilots had little to no visibility with many slamming into skyscrapers at supersonic velocities. Just as the Union saw hope for the planet the Yetrin killed it.
Makeshifting a tourniquet using life support lines ripped from dead Yetrin troops, Asven barely managed to stop the bleeding in his arm. Bolts of plasma brushed past as he practically flew down halls returning deadly fire until another round grazed his neck. Pure adrenaline masked the pain as third degree burns destroyed pain receptors. Bolts wizzed past as he turned the last corner before the main command room, the two guards stationed outside the room were ready for him but never expected the speed he moved at for being injured. In one swift motion Asven drew his blade slicing the throat of one guard while simultaneously shooting the second, neither of the guards had time to squeeze their triggers. A dozen soldiers moved down the hallway towards Asven, cornered against the blast door to the command room he had nowhere left to run.
Subsiding adrenaline made the tourniqueted wound and burns spike in pain crippling his combat abilities. Hooking his crippled arm through the vest of one of the guards he dragged the corpse up in front, he wasn't going down without fighting to his last breath. Taking one last deep breath to fight the pain he let out a blood curdling war cry as he barreled around the corner using the corpse as his last trump card against plasma fire. Soldiers in the front hesitated moments too long before they slumped as corpses, the rest instinctively opened fire. After what felt like an eternity of fighting in halls Asven laid under his shield leaking blood from countless burned wounds. The Yetrin soldiers turned to corpses in a matter of seconds, adding to the countless.
Dazed from blood loss he could only lie there as footsteps slowly approached, one last Yetrin soldier remained. Standing over him, rifle ready to execute Asven thought it was finally the end. Instead of killing him the soldier pulled the corpse off and began treating his wounds to the best of their capabilities.
"We fight for peace… yet all I see is death. Make this fight count." Trained to kill the enemy, Asven's instincts urged him to strike, but he couldn't when the enemy had the same goal.
Through pained breaths, Asven conveyed his goal in hopes that his unlikely ally would help fight for it. "I… we need to get control of the cannon before it fires again."
The Yetrin soldier finished tending to Asven's wounds, then made their way towards the blast door. Whatever they said it gained them entry to the room, the door slowly opened in a long hiss revealing high-ranking officers and communication personnel. Asven's face flashed with rage-induced hatred as two soldiers dragged him into the command room, letting the door hiss closed trapping him. Asven could only assume it was the leader of the assault that approached, forced to kneel like a slave he knew he'd be dead any second.
Bodies dropped to the floor, burned holes marking each of their chests. The unlikely Yetrin ally executed their entire chain of command and guards using unprecedented speed and precision. Helping Asven to the communication systems, the two posed as chain of command, they had control of the orbital cannon and major anti aircraft systems. The war finally turned in the Unions favour, missile swarms no longer decimated dropships. Ships were no longer destroyed by the orbital cannon. Yetrin troops could no longer reinforce.
Union forces overwhelmed the city with dozens surrounding the command centre unaware of the allies inside. Trained to kill the enemy, the unlikely Yetrin ally was immediately killed as troops breached the room. Asven lay dead at the communication systems with a single message repeating on the network.
"Fight for peace."