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RP [NSN Galgus] BRIEF 1: PREYING MANTIS

Legix

Legix

Well-Known Member
RP Date
YE 42
RP Location
Unknown
Kuvexian Formation, Pisces Battleforce
Undisclosed location; IPG classification as "Garden"
Time: XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX - Operational Date YE 42


The loose formation of the Kuvexian fleets is impressive. Number of battlegroup mostly comprising mercenaries; morale low after Kuvexian noble missed payment.

The synapse links inside the heads of every hand aboard the Galgus directly fed their commander's words into the operative's heads. Although the Kuvexians were advanced, there was one thing that made them weak: doubting the true threat of Nepleslia. It had taken hours to cold-drift their Hray through the void, running their stealth systems at maximum. Compared to other ships painted in IPG black, the Galgus had been augmented with borderline illegal technology; modified and fine-tuned by Freespacers without a paycheck, their ship didn't exist and was rigged with an implosion anti-matter bomb capable of wiping out a light-hour's worth of space. Exposure and capture wasn't allowed; in the event of detection, every officer on-board was certified to pull the kill-switch and nuke the entire Kuvexian formation from existing, too.

But right now, the crew of the ship were connected by noise-canceling tethers to further drive down any possible noise. The padding inside the ship was extensive to kill the sound but hadn't been tested on actual noise production. Yet the fact that noise was the only thing the Freespacers warned about was comforting; especially since they had an entire arrangement of Hellion 'Killsuit' modifications of the M10 Raider.

This was as close as they got with the Hray. It was positioned in kill-radius of the enemy flagship and could handily destroy it based on black-boxed calculations.

Mission confirmation; activation codes are in...

At the hangar and in the lead was an old, veteran member of the IPG: although not the commander of the ship - as that belonged to a naval insert from the keyboard jockeys - he had been tapped and activated to lead the sleepers.

Operation INSECTICIDE starts here.

The large Jiyuuian continued letting the armoring machine stealthily affix his suit, slowly vanishing within the belly of the dome-headed power armor yet not looking away from the silent screen presenting a large array of information. It showed the flagship, its interior, as well as the estimated number of slaves, warriors, and personnel. Kill counts and various details about Kuvexian biology that had either been lifted or acquired from Yamataian records was on the side, steadily feeding into their IPG cybernetic suites to imprint it into them for the mission.

Alright Garden Snakes; designation starts from Zero. 0 is lead. Objective: Grease target designated "Preying Mantis". Questions?

Each operative had their own personally-requested weapons for their suit, each one modified with the experimental doom-plating to ensure it destroyed itself if they were killed.

From this point onward, none of them existed. At this very moment, Nepleslia and none of its vast seas of databases even acknowledged them. The sole people who knew the Galgus even existed was the highest command in all of Nepleslia. There wasn't room for mistakes.

Sound off number while you feed questions, get suited. Final briefing ends when we hit the drift-clock. Remember: no names, nothing personal. We're here to do our job.

[ @demibear @The KrimsonWulf @RaWolfe & anyone else with an IPG character or eligible Nepleslian interested. ]​
 
The information flashed through his prosthetic right eye"praying mantis, number designation 01" he smirked to himself, the red backlight of his suite was mind numbingly quiet. Taking in all of the intelligence on the kuvexian anatomy and area mapping.
"Sir, dullahan number designation01, stealth, Intel and psy-ops.what is the SOP for personnel on board? Only mantis, or can we handle them freely?" His question cold and calculated, as the armoring machine affixed the plate from his m10"night" raider to his chest.

Piece by piece it slowly encased his arms and legs adding the shoulder mounted Laser system to it's already potent small arms. Both blades sat slightly canted up for ease of use while already engaged. The plasma projector and dart system flashed in his helmets HUD, showing all systems cleared for use.

Moving around to lightly to get reaquainted with the armor he spent so much time in previously. Checking the blades and their draw before standing at attention now in near 0, awaiting either an answer or the order to breach and board.
 
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Leaning against the sidewall as he clicked the settings of the sniper rifle as Bruce gets the information as well and looked up from his weapon to see 01 speak up and smirks a bit "Grim, number designation 02, the function sniper" He spoke as he looked back at his sniper getting the visor correct. He got the call to active duty, it was only a matter of time when the big brass was going to activate this hell squad to deal with the Kuvexians. The Yamatai was getting their ass kicked, but they were not doing great either. He let 01 ask his question as his visor was reacting to his cybernetic implants in his eye.

"Its bugs, most likely these insects already dealt with any survivors, I bet you for that" He smirks as he looked at the Commander "But I do wonder, is wiping the decks by decks our only goal or are we to retrieve any intel as well?"
 
"03, demolitions and heavy munitions. Yamataians can all die in a supernova for all their vaunted Neko superiority. Their incompetence once more is screwing with my harem and only I get to do that." the man spat out as he was suited. Despite the hatred behind his words, his deep voice is surprisingly calm and subtle, fading off like a ghost. Saying his piece, he started checking the systems of the suit once the helmet was attached.

Oh, the thoughts of finding his brother and murdering him for abandoning the family. But such personal things were always on the back burner as the Imperium comes first.
 
When they all started talking, Harm merely looked back at them with disbelief. However, the fact they weren't instantaneously blown to smithereens or discovered by the massive fleet of Kuvexian hirelings? That meant that the technology worked.

"Freely," 00 hissed. The machine clicked the latches on his arm into place, letting the commander lift his right arm and test-spin the blacked out and silent gatling cannon. "Determine target identification; if they ID, no mercy. Spare bullets; interior estimate around 3,000 active crew and five additional shifts worth of slaves and back-up."

In a matter of seconds, each and every one of them felt the familiar click-and-seal of their Power Armor shutting. The experimental M10's all illuminated their multiple eyes in a horrifying instant, yet the red gleam from their helmets vanished as the protective casing shut over it. All their systems clicked active, their weapons linked, and they felt their cybernetics sing sweet harmony with their suits. Neko haters or Kuvexian stompers, they were locked in and ready.

"Two, we're only going deck-by-deck until we reach Mantis. Saving ammunition is important... but we aren't letting them off without a gift."

Harm walked over to 03's arming pod, reaching up and pulling out a box about the height of a child; it was about a foot-wide and a foot-long. The man turned his gaze toward the anti-Yamataian, offering the box.

"Payload is a planet's worth. It's secondary and black-boxed; if we can't make it there with the bomb in hand, ditch it and it'll set to timer. It'll distract them at least until we board. If we get the fucker onboard Mantis' ship, we take it to the engine room."

He turned and looked at 01.

"When we reach Mantis, you hit him with the spider. That will give us access to the accounts and weapons codes. From there, we try to complete as many secondaries as possible. Exfil with the Spider; no witnesses."

He moved over to the hangar doorway, cracking his neck within his suit as their strategic overlay hummed to life. They could see bio readings and statuses on their suits and each other; on-board AI whirred through stored files in their implants, eventually settling on the image of one ugly Kuvexian.

"They all look alike to me but this one has a facial tattoo that looks like a club on his jaw. Uniform data we have should be able to match him by the time we're on-board."

The man punched the hangar's release, all the lights shutting off within. A secondary panel of their stealth plating dropped behind them, hiding the interior of the Hray as the door slowly went wide.

There were hundreds of ships, if not at least a thousand. Most of them had different designs from god knows how many mercenary aliens under the Kuvexian employ, but the largest ship near the largest of the rag-tag fleet was their target. It was grandiose and extravagant enough... for a carrier.

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Full of holes. Mental comms only. Initiate dead drift and follow. Zero taking lead.

Harm took an HPAR from the nearby wall, sliding it into both hands as he simply ceased existing in front of them. They wouldn't be able to see one another once they were out in the void, but they all had the hard-programmed coordinates to aim for. All they had to do was reach the carrier, approach its belly, and make an intrusion into the first open port they could.

Go.
 
Feeling the rush of the link up with his gear and weapons made him smile within his helmet as Bruce took a deep breath reminding himself that he forgot this feeling. He heard the Commander give the further details and smiled as he placed his sniper rifle onto his back as it gets hard locked onto it. He checked his systems and nods to himself, he was getting this exciting feeding, this adrenaline of doing what requires to be done. Ah, the need to be replaceable never seems to surprise him. He saw the doors opens and saw the ships "Quite the view..." Seeing his Commander disappear, he smiled and nodded as he followed his ways and started to get ready for this suicide plan to begin making his way towards the enemy carrier.
 
A cold, almost chuckle can be heard on mental comms, as the systems whirred in unison, Dullahan nodded to his commander, securing the blades and doing one final weapons check, he gestured to the team before jettisoning out of the hangar bay.

The Night Raiders HUD begins to rush blueprints, and heat signatures, as well as the auto navigation taking its control over the suits thrusters.
 
The Void

All of the commandos found that their silent drift was incredibly daunting; the instant they left the ship, they were completely alone amidst the enemy formation. All the massive and alien ships passed by and their experimental tech kept them moving at a daunting speed without any signatures or tell-tale signs. It was perfected stealth technology but it was on a timer, like all fantastic things that weren't Nepleslia.

Even though they had rough indicators for their squadmates, their systems were running in low power-mode for the drift and their implants were practically scrambled; the overlay of the HUD was tracking and adjusting positions of them at a very minute level. The reason that this technology worked so well is that their AI was working in tandem with Freespacer sensor hardware to only give the perfect thrust or braking force when there was passing radiation, heat, or cold that could adequately mask the maneuver.

This meant that they sometimes would need to stop altogether on the descent to avoid having to power-boost ahead and slam into the ship.

And ironically enough, they were forcibly halted by the guidance algorithm just as a Kuvexian fighter flew within a hair's breadth from colliding with Two. Its escorts came trailing after it and almost took the head off of One, whilst Three felt the engines practically heat-wash his suit.

But that same instant meant that the algorithm needed to mask them; all the raiders adjusted position to ride in their wake, carrying them a short distance in a circling pattern from their target.

Adjusting entry path to new vector. New entry points marked.

Zero's voice in their heads instantly followed with their software chipping in... and all of their suits continuing their drifts toward the massive ship.

It was getting closer... and they were approaching a part of its hull that looked like some fancy viewing port. The combat readiness alert passed through their comms, as well as a verification read-out acknowledging and legalizing the use of force.

Impact and breach in one minute. Ready yourselves for infiltration and initial boarding CQC. I'll knock their camera long enough for 01 to open it up and system-connect. Let none survive in the entry point; terminate everything in there.

Although they couldn't see each other, their suit relays showed their commander's equipment change to a pair of VCBS blades and priming his PLA.
 
With most of his systems scrambled, 01 watched intently as massive ships passed one after another. The black vacuum of space, going on for an infinite distance, if force moment 01 could not help but admire the view as the ugly kuvexian ships brought him a Stark reminder of what was in that black expanse. The escort fighter almost grazing the top of his head as it passed. Certainly too close for comfort.

The target ship came into view, as zero's orders came through internal comms. The sight of the target, it was certainly a sight to behold. "01 systems ready to connect to enemy internal data stream, the bastards will have a surprise from the Dullahan." The suits relay system showing zero priming his weapon systems as well as his VBS blades. With an almost excited vigor, 01 had his system activate and prime his own PLA system as the hands of the suit, locked aroundthe NIGHT raiders dual VBS blades. Now showing another on the suit relay system preparing for the breach. " Commander, we will have access to their systems within 15 seconds of elimination of the camera, once in, the viewport is ours to break."
 
When 03 received the "explosive" package, he remained silent and simply gave a simple thumbs-up as an acknowledgment of the orders. As much as he wanted to give a wise-ass response to go along with it, it just didn't feel right. Then there was the familiar hiss of the suits sealing and he knew it was time to get serious. As much as he hated the Yamataians, he hated the Kuvexians more. The little buggers were going to corner his market if he doesn't make them dead.

He watched in silence as the doors of the hanger revealed the large fleet and the carrier they were about to dead drift towards. He had to stifle a laugh when he heard the rumors of what had happened at the Battle of Hanako's Star. Amateurs he thought to himself as he was jettisoned towards their target and the AI-powered black tech guided them to their journey. The sudden spike in heat from the engine exhaust really pissed him off as he gritted his teeth as the suit dissipated. Someone was going to die for that, it doesn't matter if it is a blue skin or a hapless slave that happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time.

As they neared the breach point, he primed his own weapons in anticipation of CQC. That was always a thrill.
 
The almost collision was a whole new experience for 2, but he didn't mind the experience and manage to adjust to the area to get towards the target. When he heard zero voice, he made his landing on the ship and kept check for the surroundings and gets his rifle ready for the upcoming action. Seeing 1 getting his fingers dirty to get the systems down and gave the clear signal that in 15 seconds it was showdown made 2 moves into position.

Taking a deep breath as the seconds were counting down, 2 looked at 3 who was struggling with his jetpack and rolled his eyes as he didn't want to comment on his act and looked a the door as he gave Zero the signal that he was ready to go in.
 
Finalizing approach.

The four M10's all flickered, their power systems shifting to match the signal of the carrier's energy barrier. It was a high-use tech the think-tanks had devised as a simple plug-in that burnt out form overprocessing after use. Each one cost as much as paying for an entire town's education, yet it was thrown away in an instant. Costs in a scale of their magnitude and important, even so small compared to the Grand Fleet or the loss of naval ships in weighed war, was always so absurd.

But it let them pass through the shield without even registering or getting hindered. It let the IPG Hellions infiltrate ships and had been graded potentially able to pass some of the older models of Yamataian technology with minor errors. The Kuvexians were advanced but this technology was like a cheat-code.

A bigger cheatcode was all four of the power-armored figures drifting faster and faster as their suits primed into combat modes. All control was being shifted back into their hands as their combat AI and interfaces mingled and reconveyed the decision power into their hands entirely. Zero was still at the head, tightening his hold on his twin blades before crossing his arms.

Breach.

Inside the Kuvexian Carrier (translated callsign: Gold Deal)
Seconds before entry...

"Victory!"

The Kuvexian smiled, setting his piece dominantly atop the board. He was a fairly tall and promising lad, the son of an up-and-coming merchant.... and his opponent, a slave Elefirn, merely friend and played into his hand. She sighed and clapped her hands at his 409th victory, just as she had done for every victory.

"You are wise," she hummed in her alien accent. "Another grand showing from the son of Kormius. Master, we should-"

"Silence, slave!" The tyrannical alien held a hand up for emphasis, leaning back with pride. "I wish to enjoy my true victory."

His slave vanguard had no true warriors but the old guard his father gave him had occupied the rec-room of the ship well. Rather than dealing in stocks, their house's job on the ship was simply to oversee things and keep tabs on the pesky Admiral. His success had been costing a hefty penny to the Kuvexian ventures in this part of space, yet that success meant they would likely soon be dealing with those awful primitives called Nepleslians.

"I'd love to see the face of one of those dirt-world savages. To give them a taste of this tactile min-"

And in an instant, Kormius and his slave's adventure ended in an ironic instant. Only his suited-up guards had any ability to recognize what happened next, since all the oxygen in the chamber vanished instantly. The display glass that had been mostly for show on the luxury deck instantly blew in and all the atmosphere in the room vented. The rush of air being stolen from every unsuited occupant's lungs ensured they would die, yet many of them still were hit a second time by searing flashes of the PLA bursting through their vitals.

Zero decapitated the supposed-important Kuvexian out of vengeful rage, his bloody VCBS rending through and whisking through the room to crash into a maintenance panel. That single attack fluctuated the power in the room harder than his incredible breach and the pressure shifting. It also stopped the nearest emergency vacuum door from closing.

Six void-capable foes. Power armor weighting graded at light-armor. They'll pop easier than a Hostile squeezing a Vordachibean. 01, you take two and I'll take two. 02 and 03, one and carry out objectives.

The helmeted alien nearest Zero turned and raised a hip-fixed gun but didn't get to fire; the Hellion leader crashed his fist through its barrel and swing his knife through the weak joint in his trigger arm. Blood in the vacuum sprayed and iced, yet the suit immediately sealed preventing further damage. It made red glass-like shards shatter and ripple around them only seconds before the knife cracked down through the visor of the soldier-caste Kuvexian.

One dead.

It had been two seconds but to the IPG and their drugged up, cybernetically-augmented minds? It felt like their opponents were motionless and impossibly inexperienced.
 
With an audible chuckle, 01 watched as 00 easily dispatched three of the kuvexians. Waisting no time, seeing two of the soldier caste- kuvexians attempt to shoulder their weapons, his helmet plates lifted flashing bright red optical lenses that flashed. In an instant the first soldier was met with a massive bone shattering kick into the right leg, before any response time could be calculated, the him of his VBS blade sang sinking into the weak neck joint of the armor.

The second soldier was not as lucky, as his comrade fell, the blood again freezing and shattering in the now frozen vacuum that is the luxury room. 01 turned as the soldier attempted to fire, with ease he pressed the weapon to the chest plate of the soldier. Catching the kuvvie bastard by the head, with a massive force bringing the aliens head to the gilded floors. In an instant the helmet compressed, once again spraying the crimson crystals throughout the void. Standing up and retrieving his blade, 01 analyzed the corpses." 01 targets eliminated, shall we proceed commander?" His voice was cold, but the faint hint of a smile could be heard as he asked.
 
Moving into the area as 02 saw his team take down the enemy and clicks onto the floor as he sighs seeing they are having all the fun. He signals towards three to follow "Greasing designating target understood" He said over the comm and moved forward as 01 did his tricks here and there to take down the enemy forces that were on their path. The man had more fun that 02 did, which made him more eager to snap some necks. This was after all a cleanup job and he wouldn't mind shooting or knife kill some. He lowers his rifle and gets into a more combat stand to approach the hallways.

With hearing voices in the hallway, 02 signals to 03 that there were various targets on approach and he was going in. The room was dark due to the actions of the others as the Kuvexians pass the room, red eyes from the optical lenses appear from the dark behind them and he moved in. 02 grabs one by the neck as he uses his knife to slice the throat of the other as with a quick move breaks the other. This was not a challenge and felt the disappointment of it "I thought these Kuvexians were a challenge, I can better pull myself out of this suit as that would be more fun" He shook his head and moves on "Hallway clear" he signals to all of his team.
 
Let's go. No point wasting time with corpses.

He turned his head toward the hallway, flashing his operational signal over the HUD to 01's helmet. Zero set his blades into their holsters and hoisted his HPAR.

Assuming point-lead.

Only a few seconds after the all-clear was given, he and 01 surged from the prior room and the HPAR-toting soldier took the lead. He raises his weapon at one of the airway shutters, firing a single round at the top of the doorway. The massive slug from the anti-personnel weapon blew the door hinge and shattered the seal, rupturing the door out of their way and killing more lights within the interior. Another door slammed shut in front of them but the Hellion Commander kept marching and firing single shots, blowing doors and venting more precious oxygen from the Kuvexian vessel by the moment.

That is, until the doors stopped coming down and they had progressed a neat ten of so hallways into the belly of the ship. Only then did the IPG leader turn and raise his fist. He swung it toward a nearby doorway and their AI-display charted a course over a shaky image of scanned hallways within the Kuvexian carrier.

This is our route; first stop is the command room to take control over their systems and scramble any efforts to route boarding defense teams our way. We have three minutes. 03 will handle breaching the room when we reach it so I can preserve ammunition for the HPAR. 01 and 02, you'll both be in charge of shooting. We won't be able to slow down so anyone we cross in the halls, kill with laser or lead. Preserve plasma and explosive munitions as long as possible for worst-case scenario.

He approached the side-door and kicked his foot through it, sending the door fragment sailing across the interior of a small room and crashing into an unsuspecting pair of Kuvexian at a resting table. Another Kuvexian turned and caught a fist from the power armor-clad Jiyuuian, crushing him against the wall in a less-than-clean manner. The route led them up through the floor but for now he pointed at a nearby terminal in the corner of the room.

For now, make them blind. We need at least a minute. Once you're done, One, we start moving.

 
Watching the Semi solid projectiles soar into each door, 01 continued into the room, noting the console near the now mess of kuvexian corpses." Understood, I'll be in and systems ours in another 15-20 seconds. The damn kuvvies encryption is an annoyance." With that said, he connected the SPIDER system into the kuvixian console. The rush of data hitting him momentarily as the system sifted through the encrypted comms."we are in, the kuvvie response teams are en route to their own airlocks, I'll block them off and send them into the void." 01 adjusted the communication system, so the channel would sync with each Hellions communications array. The frantic charter between crews, and leadership trying to find what was happening was almost comical. It always put him in a good mood."they are in complete disarray, Commander all enemy comms are cut off both internally and externally. We can hear radio chatter, they cannot." His voice audibly more entertained.
 
Clicking his weapon towards the ammo that was suggested made him smile within his helmet and nods to Zero commands that he gave out "Finally some action, now it is some solid shooting time" 02 spoke with a bit to much joy in his voice as the recoil of his weapon confirms the new ammo that got set into place. He noticed 01 doing his tricks with whatever he was best at in the computer shizzle as 02 looked at the door and rose his weapon to get ready for some action. Zero kicked in the door and moved in first as 02 followed seeing the Kuvexian already flying to the ground.

Without a second to think, he automatically aims his weapon and gave a short burst towards his targets. A Kuvexian that tried to rush for a panel drops death to the floor, another Kuvexian that was about to get a gun got shot in the head with his brain splash out over the floor. 02 moved forward very controlled, stable and calm as he kept his focus on the target. Another Kuvexian that wanted to flee got shot in the back by 02 and dropped to the floor coming to a halt with a slide. The last one got hit the shoulder then hit again in the other shoulder as 02 made a slice movement that made the Kuvexian drop death to the ground "Area secure, moving forward"
 
Ahhh, this was the thing that 03 missed about active operations, the wanton destruction. From the moment he entered the ship with the others, it was like a grand opera going on in his head. He nodded silently to 00 as he carried out his assigned task as he simply walked towards and mowed down the one suited guard in his way as if he was not even there in the first place. The crushing of their head as he walked by just illustrated that point to anyone paying attention.

He marched with the others as 00 blew doors and vented more of the ship to the cold vacuum of space. He fired only double taps into anything that looked like it might have possibly been a threat to the group. Once he saw him raise his fist up, he stopped instantly as his training dictated.

"This is our route; first stop is the command room to take control over their systems and scramble any efforts to route boarding defense teams our way. We have three minutes. 03 will handle breaching the room when we reach it so I can preserve ammunition for the HPAR. 01 and 02, you'll both be in charge of shooting. We won't be able to slow down so anyone we cross in the halls, kill with laser or lead. Preserve plasma and explosive munitions as long as possible for worst-case scenario."

"Time to continue the time-honored tradition of gift-giving." 03 simply said in acknowledgment of the order. Thinking about which of his explosive charges would do the job without overdoing it, 03 continued the march of death after 00 continued. Even while doing his calculations, his weapon aimed and ended anyone the other 3 might have possibly missed.

The symphony continues.
 
Ventilation & Maintenance Shafts

The group's continued assault kept them moving. Compared to the halls that required so much ammunition, the tighter confines of the maintenance passages for the Kuvexian ship were much tighter. The sole reason they were able to continue moving without much issue was that while they were bigger than normal people in their powered armor, they moved with so much power that they merely busted through or cleanly grooved their way as they walked. Someone in an M10 could walk partly inside a wall without any friction if it was pushing its full motor power... and right now, they were barely denting the cheap durandium-like compound interior to warrant the full strength.

And as they moved, any stray engineer or drone that fluttered into their path met death; 00 didn't worry about shooting right now, merely letting the trio of squad members deliver killing blows with blade or bullet.

That is until two minutes later, they reached something that stood out from the standard venting areas.

A thick grate with energy shielding meshes to keep the flow of anything dangerous from passing. It was a mix of barrier and armor plating that only allowed the barest amount of room for breathable air to pass.

00 slowed to a halt and swayed three fingers toward the walling.

Get us through. Reload and gather yourselves.

For the first time in the flurry of minutes since their breach, the majority of the squad was able to somewhat come down from their killing-high. Their black power armor suits were dressed in blood and gore, staining it darker crimson than their normal uniform's armbands would be. They'd only used a pathetic fraction of their firepower and so far hadn't met a response that was justifiably high despite the threat Kuvexians had.

So far, things had been easier than expected.

00 turned and let his helmet's protective visor lift, revealing the suit's glaring eyes. On their HUD, the true purpose of this was for the facial recognition within the suit to project his face onto the visor like augmented reality. And for the first time, his voice crackled deeply over the comms.

"Comm-use is cleared while 03 sets the charges; what's everyone's assessment of the enemy forces and approximate mission intel accuracy?"
 
01 recounted their trek, and initial breach. Carefully analysing each instance thety seemed to triumph over."sir, the enemy is over confident, ill prepared and I'll experienced. They don't know war, they are easily overwhelmed and fragile. If this ship shows for their race... I'm not sure how they've taken this much of our sector."
His HUD rushing with ship schematics, troops strength and camera angles in the Kuvexian Airlocks. Watching droves of soldiers confusedly being launched into space. The Kuvexian ship seemed like more of a status symbol, than a useful combat craft.
 
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