A Dragon Once
“The cycle of life is the same thing as the cycle of death, only seen from an optimist's view.”
- The Mantra of the Dragon
IC
Olimpiada
Ella2 6
Rastho Prime
New Vulcan
Suppressing rebellions was no easy task, as the Morimpans found out. Their tendency for swimming and aquatic lifestyle made land combat extremely difficult, even with the help of voidsuits. It didn't help that the barbarians were so fierce in resistance. A quick glance at any given battlefield would likely show extremely high Morimpan casualties regardless of the outcome of the battle itself. Furthermore, the continued resistance of this system would make advancing into Perseus almost impossible with the rebels constantly poking their supply lines.
There was only one thing left to do now. The massive Morimpan fleet lined themselves above the Vulcan orbit and poised their mass drivers to strike the planet surface. By the end of the day, the planet would likely be no more than a churning ball of shattered crust and molten magma. Their polished grey hulls, sleek and study against the cosmic winds lined the orbit of New Vulcan. The freshly painted azure stripes that marked the affiliation of their craft glistened in the sunlight.
The planet below turned slowly on its axis. The grave of a thousand Morimpan warriors. It would be a shame to destroy the bodies of the Remembered which they had not yet extracted from the tainted grounds. Thousands of men and women who died for the glory of the Empire, crucified in their own blood and the blood of their comrades. As unfortunate as it is, the course of action must be followed swiftly. Any further delay would allow the primitives of the Galaxy to muster their forces and bring them to bear upon the weakened empire.
Admiral Kyv'Tamara Epop was in charge of the operation to cleanse the system of the inferiors. She spoke now, commanding the steel legions from her battle throne aboard the UMRVS Inglorious Blade, "Is the fleet in position?"
"Yes ma'am," came the metallic reply of the ship's AI, a hologram of its avatar summoning itself onto the command console. "All ships are in position and ready to fire on command."
"Pass my orders down," Kyv'Tamara continued, "Have all ships stand by to fire on my shot. Yarly."
"As you wish, Ma'am." The hologram gave a bow before it disappeared from the projector.
Many parts of Morimpan ships are automated, from the core essentials to weapons to communications. Most things are handled by a network of AIs that respond to a central AI at the disposal of the captain of the vessel. Now the robotic segments of the craft churned away, hidden beneath the steel plating of the hull. A burst of small corrective thrusts pointed the nose of the vessel towards the larger of visible continents.
"Fire Control, you may fire at will," The Morimpan admiral declared.
The fish acknowledge the order, "Tube 3, Tube 4, fire when ready." There was a slight pause before two sleek tungsten rods were catapulted out of the firing tubes at the planet. The pair of grey rods hurtled towards the planet, burning with long bright tails upon contact with the atmosphere. They were intercepted by multiple pinpoints of light followed by two successive explosions.
"Ma'am, they're intercepting our rods with their laser defence systems."
But the other Morimpan ships have already begun unleashing their mass slugs on the planet. Explosions filled the atmosphere, creating a deadly fireworks show. However, as much as they may try, the tungsten slugs eventually broke through their defences, overwhelming the rebel's systems by sheer number. Massive clouds of dust began to permeate the atmosphere as the Morimpan strikes hit their targets. Already, in the space of a few minutes, the atmosphere was saturated with dust and ash near the equator.