Maximus Victor Reborn wrote:--Victor I--
"Admiral, the nuclear weapons appeared to have minimal effect. Perhaps a few successes, they seem to have adapted."
"Send in our Assassin Class Shuttles, no one produces cloaking devices like Victorians, I don't care what this damn universe spits up! We live and die for the Void! I want all Red and Blue wings to engage the ships at close range to draw their attention. The shuttles will attempt to board several of their vessels, the Imperial Strike Forces V, X, and M will attempt to wipe out the command of several ships and try to disorient them. At very least problems inside the ship will buy us some time!"
*Immediately two scores of ships move to assault the Orz ships closest to the station. The Assassins move invisibly keep their distance behind the initial attack. The ships are designed to spear into enemy vessels and quite literally eject the strike teams into the enemy vessel. The ships accelerate as they approach...*
--Imperopolis--
"AHHHHHHH!"
*The Imperial Officer shouts in rage as he runs his ceremonial dagger into the nearest blob bursting out of the human in front of him.*
"I don't know how much longer we can keep this up, tell Command to radio those alien friendlies we need some help down here. Look more panic three streets ahead, dammit call it in, torch the whole area."
"Captain there is no guarantee that this is nece..."
*Immediately the Captain shoots the hesitating officer in the head.*
"This is no time for that."
Always *Frumple* *Time*, Bridge
Particle cannons and mass drivers on the Orz ships exchanged fire with the positron cannons and antimatter missiles of the Brotherhood *rejects* and the surprisingly *sick* weapons of the new *rejects*.
"They are not wise. They are *sick*, and for the last time. I am *frumple*, there will be little *sauce* left after the *dance*."
"*Boss*! Orz *Biggest Boss* is more *frumple*! He is asking why Orz have not made *special sauce* out of what seem to be new and weak *cows*!"
*Boss* *Dancer* shivered. He knew what happened to the *Bigger Boss* who fought the Brotherhood *rejects* long ago. No matter how high his rank was, the *Bigger Boss* was personally *squished* before the entire Orz *assembly*, and turned into *sauce*. Most Orz were respected enough not to be turned into *sauce*.
"Tell *Biggest Boss* that I will make all the *cows* into *sauce*! For *Wet*, and for all Orz!"
*Happy* *Camper*, Nemesis-Class Cruiser, Lower Decks
Another Orz cruiser had a much less pleasant experience. Dozens of *Cows* marched across the bizarre, non-euclidean designed halls. They exchanged fire with Orz marines and crew members who wore Marine armored suits. These suits resisted various forms of radiation, and helped protect the wearer from biological and chemical weapons. The interior of an Orz ship was very different from the interiors of many ships across the galaxy, including other ancients like the Arilou! Moderate climates, puffs of oxygen gas, these were alien to the Orz. Nitrogen was what they breathed, and their amphibious bodies loved warm humidity. Boarders met a very unpleasant experience as they endured both Orz small arms fire and the very environment of the Orz ships themselves!
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Edge of the Maximus Victorian system
The younger races were usually fond of fighting, as an Elder race their people were not fond of such fighting. However the Orz were the kind of monstrosities that made violence a noble act of opposition.
A single blue saucer hovered at the edge of the star system, watching the battle through high magnification with its camera. Two green, bald humanoids watched the violence before them. One's face was covered in excitement, the other seemed more stoic.
"The young ones that resemble our *wards* are quite adept at fighting *Them*. Should we tell Command to aid them?"
"No. We do not want the young ones to notice us, and we certainly do not want to be *seen*. *They* *saw* the young ones, and you just saw what *they* did to the young ones' offspring."
"We do not fear *them* anymore, do we not? We have more powerful weapons now. We may not be warriors, but we are not helpless either."
"Yes, but our warriors always fare better against *them*, a scout ship like ours is a poor match. Even dozens of our scout ships are poor matches against *their* cruisers. It is good that *they* have not seen it fit to send more powerful craft."
"The community that our *cousins* joined has fought *them*, and is fighting *them* now, but even they are ignorant of what *they* have at *their* disposal!"
"Aye, I fear for the young ones. If *they* choose to send more powerful craft, can the young ones continue to survive?"
A few moments passed, and the stoic one's eyes flashed with clarity. He continued:
"We are not Vorlons, we are not Shadows, we are not Metrons. We did not choose to devote our *time* to the young ones. We only fight *them* when it is necessary. *They* have suffered severe strategic defeats. We do not need to do much more."
"But the young ones! And our *cousins*!"
"Should fend for themselves. Now we are scouts. We must continue to watch, and tell Command what has happened here. If *they* prevail, well, it is a tragedy. If *they* are defeated, we can rejoice. But we cannot interfere."
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BPS Sunrider, Battle Bridge (a Seedship-class Carrier)
When the squadron received a distress signal, the lone Seedship quickly responded. Though many of its passengers were civilians hoping to help found a new colony, there were also many Fire Warriors, Rangers, and a variety of armaments that would have made the local Army garrison of the colony. This garrison responded immediately, departing the Seedship via drop-pod.
Large cones began to fall over the skies of Imperopolis. They were all equipped with retrorockets that helped them cut their fall during landing, allowing them to land relatively harmlessly near the site of the Orz infestation.
The Brotherhood Drop Pods opened, revealing Fire warriors who fanned out with pulse rifles raised. Rangers also appeared, reading their sniper rifles to assist the local soldiers in assassinating certain Orz individuals.
And several Drop Pods opened to reveal Gun-Rus, mechanized frog-like walkers that could quickly leap across the urban landscape, bringing their various guns to bear on their gruesome Orz targets. The Gun-Rus quickly hopped across the city. Radioing the Victorians their identification. Both soldiers and vehicles attempted to broadcast statements at civilians, reassuring them that the situation was under control and that, if necessary, they would find shelter among certain drop pods that were still manned and guarded in case someone needed refuge from the Orz.
All Brotherhood ground forces were equipped with sensors that could sniff out Orz, even Orz who were presently infesting live hosts. Upon discovering the latter, some troops hesitated slightly before relieving them of that unfathomable agony.
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