Board Thread:What Would You Do?/@comment-28365753-20161115225201/@comment-24464674-20161204080338

Stardate 4236 T.G.I.E.

Priority communique from Admiral [XXX] of Imperial Expansion Fleet Σ  to Supreme Admiral [XXX]

Clearance Level: I9

Message Priority: RED

The subsummation of planet M0-N573-R has failed. The Fleet has fallen.

The invasion began perfectly, with synchronized drops across major inhabited zones. Orders to submit to Imperial reconditioning on penalty of death were broadcast across the planet as per regulations.

The Galactic Imperium had encountered and defeated higher-dimensional beings before. We thought we were prepared for any attempts at retaliation on the part of their "gods". We thought our anti-ESPer technology would negate any resistance from the monsters. We thought the primitive humans had no ability to oppose us.

We were wrong on all counts.

Our initial momentum carried for some time--but we set up our on downfall. A Purge Squadron was sent to put down an impudent resistance group: it consisted of only a single family, but had caused considerable damage. The father and children were killed as expected. But the mother...

I've replayed the recording no less than two dozen times. I now know why they are called "monsters". She transformed, gaining vast amounts of mass and energy through means not yet understood, until what had once been but a winged, reptilian humanoid had become some vast avatar of fire and death.

The dragon destroyed the squadron, and the nearest visible Mobile All-Terrain Combat Citadel.

This was only one incident of the thousands to follow, but it was by far the most memorable. From the humans, their "Heroes" arose. It is not known how they could survive the wounds they experienced, nor how they could move at such inhuman speed, nor swing simple steel with sufficient force to cleave through force fields and S.E.I.G.F.R.I.E.D. battle armor.

With the monsters, we were more fortunate. We soon learned not to target their husbands or children; whatever instincts prohibit them from killing men were quick to fade in face of their families' deaths. But this did nothing to help us conquer them. ESP powers unlike anything ever recorded simply bypassed all defenses, and the monsters showed a disconcerting resistance to injury. Bizarre powers proved impossible to predict or control. Ground forces were overwhelmed, and subject to the whims of the monsters.

The very planet itself revolted against our intrusion. The plants, the air, the water, the food--all these seemed to only make the burning lust worse.

It had been assumed that the realms of the "gods" had been mere bubbles in space-time. They were not. It was shortly before I gave the command to open fire on the planet from orbit that the contents of the planes poured out of them and into those vessels that had not yet descended into M0-N573-R's atmosphere.

Even now, the sounds of conflict have all but faded aboard my flagship. I cannot bear to listen to what now echoes through the ship; the degeneracy of this world's inhabitants defy all bounds. But I will not fall to them. As the Captain must go down with his ship, so too must the Admiral go down with her fleet. Though I have not the codes for a fleet-wide detonation, the self-destruct sequence of this vessel has already begun. This shall be my last message.

The men once under my command are now what the monsters laughably refer to as "husbands". The women have become monsters themselves, transformed by whatever overwhelming biology-reconfiguring ESP abilities these beings possess. The loyalty to the Galactic Imperium they once possessed is gone. And so, they now possess much of the combined knowledge available to this fleet. They have our technology, and the knowledge to use it, as well as inside knowledge of our command structure and combat tacts

To attempt to tame this planet is to invite destruction.

May fortune favor the Emperor.

This is Admiral [XXX], signing off.