Board Thread:What Would You Do?/@comment-28365753-20161115225201/@comment-28546904-20161207025148

(A note to reader, might be a bit...brutal. You've been warned.)

We were interlopers, we side with none other than our own. All will fall to the Empire.

Despite my young and near child-like body and appearance, flesh and blood turned to steel and lightning, an abomination by some yet to others whom served with me or shared my fate, one who willingly sacrificed so much for the sake of victory at all cost. I have fought in numerous wars despite my stature and lived to tell the tales. I have faced countless beings that named themselves "Gods", beings that could tear one apart with just a thought, beings that tore through the dimensions, beings that could move mountains and stone plates with a single pull, and everyone I bested with sheer brutality,quick thinking, improvising, and the will to win at all costs. This world and any opposition that will face me will be no different. I give the order for an invasion, my robotic body and it's attachments twitch and rev with anticipation, a synthetic arm which protruded from the mechanical contraption welded onto my form clapped loudly with eagerness.

Unlike many others whom would've blindly charged in, weapons ablaze with no regard to stragety or such. I however am not like those glory hound fools within this Empire. I make quick scans on the planet once more before calling to the others within my fleet. I order the frigates and cruisers to completely surround the planet in a even fashion. I order the other captial starships to specifically to hover near the areas of the planet which mainly consist of the captitals planetside, ready to deploy their payloads if needed. I however am already charging my ships weapon...

The Planet Killer.

Should things go awry and wrong...I could always simply obliterate the planet in the end. I have done this countless times and this would be no different if it comes to that. Millions if not billions of lives would be lost forever but that would be nothing compared to how many lives there are in the galaxies. And besides...sythnetic soldiers could easily be replaced, their minds were safe as they fell back to the Servers and a body could be easily made to replace what they lost. The organic soldiers however were not so easy to replace however. I may have at least milllions of organic soldiers at my call. But I have trillions of synthetics willing to do as they father commanded. My creations would be the first to face our opposition. It was time. Numerous ships crackle as they unload their payload, pods of all sizes falling towards the planet, carrying my sons, the synthetic INSEK androids, my greatest creations.

I watch through my children's eyes as they made planetfall. Their metallic shells taking the brunt of the fiery heat as they entered the atmosphere. I watched as they landed in cities upon cities, crashing with mighty roars of metal. I watched as the inhabitatants looked at these shells in awe, shock, fear, and confusion. Then...it began. My children burst forth from their coffins and began to lay waste to any possible opposition. I watched as the population fled in terror, but some fought back.

I watched as a mother transform into a mighty bellowing "dragon" if my information was correct, after witnessing her husband be cut down by a volley of plasma. I watched as she easily decimated my children at first, but after quickly going through numerous information that racked into my brain that was once organic, I relayed new orders. My children fell back with her hot on their heels but this was all planned the moment she began to follow. Leading her to an opening within the city, she came face to face with the great Mammoth Siege tank easily rivalling her size. All I recall, was watching her body be bathed in a bright light, as well as my childrens too. Their minds falling back to the server, new bodies ready for combat.

I watched as one of my other children, a Goliath, an unmanned mech, not entirely designed for melee combat but could easily suffice if needed as he faced off with a black dog woman of some sort, a hellhound. She had managed to close the distance and land a powerful hit onto my son's form. I felt him buckle slighlty from her attack but he easily countered back with a powerful attack of his own. They traded blow for blow and my I felt my son's body finally give away as the hellhound punched through his armor before she tore his head off, his mind quickly retreating back into the HUB, a new body already underway. The hellhound had thought she was a victor but four of my other sturdy children are already bearing down on her. She didn't last a few minutes with four of them.

I watched as numerous "Heroes" fight back against us. I watched as they moved at speeds beyond anything, easily cutting down my children. An easy solution was rectified, hostages. I watched as these "heroes" faultered upon seeing my children hold up hostages to them. I could see these "heroes" call us monsters and all sorts of names, but it didn't matter. It made it easier to cut them down in return.

It was a slow progress but progress none the less. Many cities fell one by one and many more were soon to fall as well.

And then...they came...

The Demons and the Angels...

As if hearing the plight of the world, they came in numerous numbers, catching even me off guard by how many came but I quickly rackled my brain back and begun counter measures. They would not stop me. Not the "Heros", not the "Mamonos", nor will the "Demons" and "Gods" will stop me. I have faced worse in dire situations and won. I will not be stopped by little primitives here. Seeing as they were all too eager to cut down my first children without second thoughts...I...I send in...my "Special" soldiers.

Those...like me...

And they hesitated once spotting them...

<p style="font-weight:normal;">Heroes looked in shock at seeing their converted forms in plain sight, looking horrified at their weapons coated in my children's blood, realizing what exactly they struck down. Mamono's cried out in anguish upon hearing a pained cry or pitiful whimper emit from my child's young throat. But this was all intended. Nothing more but a diversion...a trap to fool those of parental instincts. And it worked so splendidly. Even I still remember, doing the same thing so long ago before I made Admiral. They were no longer young and innocent anymore, some of them were just like me. Ancient beings, trapped forever in young bodies of youth, flesh turned to steel from war and savagery of pirates and other monsters. I no longer even recall how old I am...but I know it has been...thousands of years since I recalled my age.

<p style="font-weight:normal;">I watched as the heroes and mamono hesitated in cutting down my specialized children, watched as they tried to judge them. Some perform the deed of slaying them, anguish on their faces while doing so. Others...don't...they simply don't. Unable to bear striking down something that looks exactly like their own. Only the more steel-riddened of my opposition manage to kill my specialized synthetic soldiers.

<p style="font-weight:normal;">I still recall seeing one of my children face off with a woman of near transcending beauty, well would've were it not for her devilish attachments.

<p style="font-weight:normal;">"How could anyone do this to a child?" I and my child heard.

<p style="font-weight:normal;">My child snorted before bellowing as they charged the woman.

<p style="font-weight:normal;">"AVE IMPERATOR!!!"

<p style="font-weight:normal;">My child was obviously outmatched, but the demoness purposely prolonged the battle for what reasons unknown. Perhaps she pitied my child's form and was still questioning...why? Why would anybody do this? My answer? Victory at all costs. There were far worser terrors lurking within the darkness of the cosmos. To kill a monster...sometimes one must be willing to become one as well. That's why me and those who follwed me did what we did to ourselves...we have faced such terrors and barely lived, and so we did the unspeakable to ourselves to even have a better chance to win those encounters should they occur again.

<p style="font-weight:normal;">And then...those...those "Gods" joined the fight.

<p style="font-weight:normal;">Unlike the heroes or mamono, they did not hesitate in slaying both of my normal and specialized soldiers. No, they were above feeling such things for us mere "mortals". I growled as they easily laid waste to my children, droids, mechs, tanks, and spacecraft failed to stop them. I was thankful I did not send my organic soldiers, thank Emperor for that. It was time to up the ante then. I then...sent in the anvil of the Empire. The Titans, the Cosmo Killers. Gigantic robots designed to face and kill the horrors that laid throughout the cosmos. These "Gods" would be nothing but short work to the Titans. And I grinned...as they all slowly descended onto the planet. Ready to slay the Gods. This world has already fallen without knowing it.

<p style="font-weight:normal;">Ave Terra. Ave Imperator.

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<p style="font-weight:normal;">(Hope you enjoyed...despite the brutalness.)