44 (Ch. 37) to make History...
Galen was extremely exhausted, and so were his men. several days have passed from the initial battle, but the forces he commanded were slowly dwindling while the enemy seemed endlessly able to send forth troops.
Not to mention the monstrosity of a ship that hung over the small group of cities and the Capital, was a severe morale killer. Making it so even the fighter support was severely limited to within the City Sheilds protection.
The only true silver lining was this massive Dagger shaped ship that appeared seemingly at random times... employing 'hit and run' tactics against the massive fleet visible in the planet's atmosphere. The ship even launched a detachment of some weird looking starfighters to aid in the air defences, although they didnt land, the ships seemed to be floating artillery batteries... because as soon as the ships got to their positions, they 'morphed' into a smaller, yet more bulky looking shape, and a long energy cannon extended down from the body of the vessel. Many of Galens forces were given a long needed rest with the aid of these 'Flying Batteries' and even if the enemy was flanking through the city, the crafts would redeploy themselves to engage the approaching enemy. The fighting had stalled for a short while, but to Galen this was the calm before the storm.
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Onboard the 'strange dagger-like' ship that Galen could see engaged in combat over the planet, things weren't going too good... but it wasnt too bad either.
As the conflict started in space, the dark robed figure on the Bridge found the new Golden enemy far more challenging then any of the other ships the figure had absorbed into the vessel previously. The enemy had large plasmic, and photonic blast weaponry, and a ton of fighters. The only reason the Figure hadn't escaped and continued to battle with these Golden ships, was that the figure had managed to 'consume' one of the Golden ships... giving it the ability to generate small attack crafts in the ships hanger, as well as all the ships in the data core of the Golden enemy. With all the information that was available in it, the figure was holding the enemy Armada at bay in space, although unable to quickly reinforce the ground troops the figure had seen down on the planet bellow being surrounded within the cities.
With the Data on hand from the Golden ship, the figure manufactured hundreds of so called 'Terran Liberators' from the stolen Schematics available, and deployed them with some tactical planning chips the being had acquired from the Separatists ships previously consumed.
The figure was still standing on the Bridge of the ship as it made another 'suicide' run at the enemy fleet. Hundreds, if not thousands, of enemy 'Interceptors' moved to engage the ship as it appeared within their formation, as the said ship fired a full broadside of all available firepower at a small unassuming vessel, before quickly making another short 'jump' through enemy lines to safety. the green, and scarlet arcs of superheated energy the only telling sign of its passing , as the smaller crafts mechanically turned around.
That 'small ship' that was targeted, was blasted into small shards of blue and violet crystal shards, leaving the debris to collide with the bluish sheilds of its former fleet.
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Onboard the Mothership Ter'me-dach...
"Higherarch, the Enemy is becoming more crafty as time moves on, we must purge this world and salvage the Warp conduit Prisms while we can."
standing on a large overhanging platform overseeing several dozen weapon platforms bombarding a glowing blueish dome below, a High templar 'floated' in thought at her advisors words.
Although the strange aliens on the planet alerted the Xelnaga scanners and proceeded to raise alarms upon their first arrival. The Higherarch couldnt think of a reason as to 'why?'.
Even this enemy ship constantly pestering the Fleet was constantly... as the Terrans would say... 'Lighting up the screen' with constant alarms from the Xelnaga artiface.
"Pra'dael, set a course for a separate system, we must regroup and salvage the situation, we cannot continue with this enemies 'Guerrilla Tactics' as my old predecessor called them."
As the seemingly 'scantily' clad High Templar turned towards her advisor, she made a grasping motion towards her right. From a large table with a tactical layout of the city bellow rendered in amazing quality upon its crystalline surface, a small unassuming orb gently rose, and moved to her outstretched hand.
"Have the specimens been identified yet phase-smith?"
"We are still working on it Higherarch, but without help from my mentor Karax, it is rather slow progress," Pra'dael answered as a small probe approached from his left carrying a small data pylon, reaching down he gently took the crystal before a small 'screen' like construct was projected above it, "But we have identified that none of the inhabitants are inflicted with the Zerg Virus as we were ment to believe by the Xelnaga artiface."
Turning to the sight below her, the Higherarch made her choice... turning towards her advisor, she spoke.
"Have our warriors pull back from the planet, we have what we came for here, and must regroup to find a stable planet for the warp conduits."
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Seeing the enemy fleet pulling away, the cloaked figure on the bridge of the now massive gold and grey dagger shaped vessel, tilted their head in confusion... but ultamatly let it pass as there was now room to make contact with the troopers below on the surface... a positively 'bubbly' feeling coursing through the figure as the prospect of setting foot on an actual planet's surface was presented to it.
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Galen had no clue as to what was going on... but he was thankful none the less... the strange aliens started vanishing into blue motes of light, as well as their strange crystalline objects with them... leaving a planet well within the throes of destruction... and a small yet cheer filled group of defenders behind.
Everywhere Galen looked, there was death, devastation... and more importantly... Hope.
They had made it through the Hell that was war against these Alien invaders. However that begs the question who was the one commanding that ship above?
Several hours pass, but there is no sign of the elusive ship that had saved their lives, and many thought that the brave souls aboard to have been lost... probably taking out the command ship in a last ditch effort to bloddy the superior enemy... Only for the young Jedi to look up, as a massive shadow covered the city.
...Their saviors had arrived...
