Thread: First Contact (Atroxa & YoungRoyalty)

All wars have first blood...its stains the books of history and our minds forever. First blood is forever, no cover, no cloth and no amount of rain will get rid of it. Only time will fade it from our memories. Anonymous War is many things to many people. It is the sin of existence to further one species from another. To survive it is necessary to gain resources. To prosper is where war is at its darkest and is an inevitability that cannot be escaped. Thus the concept of total war stems from when one is presented with an enemy you cannot hesitate. Swift action must be taken or as swiftly it can take your life. The first thing a Turian is taught in boot camp is to overwhelm your enemy. Total war means superiority on all fronts that the enemy is forced to accept your terms. The Hierarchy wanted to make that known, especially when you rain down orbital debris upon your enemy. A choice that darkened the mind of humans...but to a Turian it was simply the best military choice to prevent casualties on the Turian front. It was supposed to be simple, retake Shanxi, secure the relay and colonize the alien species. Turian's had never been faced with the human spirit and they were paying for it dearly. The posters, the propaganda and the patriotism...he saw the signs right in front of him. There were more humans in the galaxy somewhere and they would be angry. It was already enough problems getting food and supplies but now at gates of the sky two galactic powers fought for superiority. It was now the Turian's using guerrilla tactics to keep fighting and moving...now they were losing ground. How did our pride lead us to this... All was peaceful along the dunes and the crags jutting out of the sand. Until a platoon of armored figures were running for nearest cover they could slide behind. The creatures stood over six feet tall but their armor signified a collective, the 26th armiger. The armors were wrapped in shades of sand with black wraps. The soft glow of lights in the armor were covered to prevent exposure. Ten of them began moving in fluid motion, a set of engineers began putting turrets along the extending crags. The turrets with spider like legs quickly attached with a sticky substance then the legs drilled into the substance for stability. Each soldier began did what they could before everyone's comms rang with the deep voice of the current commanding officer. On my mark...3...2...1... Each soldier double checked his weapon and dug in waiting for the onslaught. Mark! There was no time to think, no time to register there was simply time to act. The object was to reach the Modrus Compound in one piece. Camrun Adrailus, Sergeant of the 26th Armiger Legion, was doing all he could to make that happen. Holding his Phaeston rifle he fired in six shot bursts. The ferocity of the human counter offensive was something he imagined, but nothing like this. His eyes were a stronger shade of blue as the HUD on his chest assessed the situation. Anti infantry weapons moved up and artillery were being applied miles away to force them back now. The last squad, Zulk squad, started slowly moving back with Camrun. Not one back was turned as the soldier's that dug in began opening fire. The night once again lit up as Phaeston fire rang out with follow up rifleman picking targets. Camrun was the last one to find cover as enemy bullets flew past him. As the enemy fire almost overwhelmed his shields, the back of his shoulders and legs burst with concentrated jets. His body rolled backwards and landed behind an outcrop of rock. It was the first time he got to sit down and think for a moment. His black face paint was was speckled and scratch. His HUD display began to show his enemy was slowly losing interest. The Turians lost a lot of ground today and and it made him clench his fist. Before his mind could be burdened any further he concentrated and spoke through his communicator. Sitrep! The automated reports came in first then the following from his direct reports. The voice of his squad mated followed suite. Sarge we're losing them but we've been hit hard. We lost contact with Cota Squad thirty minutes ago. The rest was all being thrown at him rapidly. They were losing the fight in the sky as communication began to thin. All the data showed him what they needed to know...they were losing. Somehow in the chaos though he managed to find clarity. Camrun spoke with courage, putting the fear deep inside there would be time for fear later. Priority is one is don't get shot, priority two we need shelter. He sent coordinates to his squads. It was a hollowed out cave system built into a hill side. Underground and safe from arial bombardment it could give them the time they need to recuperate Camrun and his platoon didn't have much time as the sky began to howl unnaturally. The sound of roaring jets and altitude decreasing on a vehicle. No squadrons were reporting in the area. By all means his unit had been lead into a trap. The world suddenly became quiet as he stared at his death with no fear. Didn't even close his eyes as he slowly stood up. By chance, AA guns had found the ship and provided them salvation. The rest of the Turian platoon continued to unload weapons and hold the line. The distraction of a bomber claimed the life of three more of the platoon. The spray of blue blood went against his armor and it brought the fire in him back. All units move to my coordinates, Zulk Squad on me. The squad found their way to Camrun. They all look exhausted doing their best to hide it they had been on the run now for what felt like days. Well brothers it seemed that the spirit of the fate decided to smile at us. We don't get the honorable death today but that bomber may still be alive and compromise our position. We need a confirmed death, subdue if able the human could be useful. One of Camrun's men spoke up suddenly. We should just put em down. Prisoners just a liability waiting to happen. Camrun was quick to stare him down his response was as sharp. The only liability I see is my sharpshooter not following my orders. Did they forget to teach you chain of command? The soldier shook his head. Good, because I hate having my time be wasted. Move out. The four soldiers began to move east of the platoon towards the crashed ship. As Camrun walked though he was soon met with the aftermath of the encounter. The sands were covered in the thick blue tar like blood of his people. Shrapnel littered the sand as did the remains of spent thermal clips. There was no time to get the bodies now there would be a time for prayer later. Camrun for now focused on his objective seeing the cloud of black smoke up ahead. He pushed back his exhaustion a little longer...just a little further... Camrun eyes became slightly brighter, a slight effect of the cybernetics in his eyes. Feeding him direct data from his HUD. The display of his world gave him access to necessities. The world held a soft glow of green as the ocular adjustments made the world zoom in. The team moved relentlessly in the unforgiving sands, it was no walk in the park. The Armiger legion made quick work of the terrain with matching boosters just Camrun's. Soon enough though they were moving every so slowly approaching the wreckage from the distance. Their training served them well as the exposure was tougher to manage. With what they had they took into two teams and moved around the perimeter hoping to pin them in. Camrun and his squad mate ducked behind crag from the sand. Ever so softly he spoke into his comms. His eyes only revealed the glow of the human moving. The outline gave him only few clues to work with. Each one was served well. Camrun could make out the detail of a uniformed soldier. Not as tall but it was still hard to tell from the distance. A soft whisper in the comms came through from the other team. It took them a bit of time to hone in directly not wanting to expose their position or advantage. One contact is all I'm seeing. No other in range bio signatures. Camrun steadied his breath as he mulled over the whole scenario. The possibility of failure and success danced until pure will focused on the mission. On my mark... He spoke and prepared himself to move in on scene with weapons drawn. From the other side a rifle scope exposed more then Camrun's zoom. The Sharpshooter, he saw the frame something seemed off. Muting his comms he softly spoke I don't know about this one. Seems like nothing but trouble. He focused the zoom again keeping his shot ready. Meanwhile Camrun and his men were ready at the last soft whisper through comm. Mark. Camrun popped over the embankment softly sliding down the sand. His voice would ring heavy with the authoritative tone and the unique sound only a Turian could make. Camrun did not know if she would be able to understand but if they were a soldier they would soon learn with enough guns on her. Human...we have you surrounded. Put your hands behind your head and get down on your knees. You have ten seconds to comply... The options were set on the table for the human soldier.