[h1]Rim of the Dullahan System, Dreadnought [i]Glorious Betrayal[/i][/h1]

In the ink like blackness of space, a ship exited Flingshot, decay and rust displayed on the once showpiece of freedom and democracy. Once a bright shining light now faded into a disease ridden [i]thing[/i], unworthy of it’s title and shackled to the greedy hands of slavery, oppression and injustice. A shining torch of just rights, grasped in the decay of it’s owner, a Warlord of the highest order and a genocidal maniac. With power beyond belief, he has come to the unknowns to make camp, for he is said to be destined to kill, rape, pillage and burn. 

The scarred hull was covered with purplish organic, live sickness. Yellowish pus came out of pores, green [i]glowing[/i] radiation filled liquid floated around the hull, spewing out of holes in the purplish decay. If you looked closely Krieg, Tar’Lik and Tayt were stuck in the purplish skin, moaning and groaning in their undead ways, some screaming or shouting, unheard in the dark.

The interiors though, were quite pristine. Few of the decks had any speck of rust or decay. Excluding that by pristine, it wasn't falling apart. No rust, but there was blood over the walls, cries of pleasure and pain echoing into the halls, groans and moans from the pleasure of flesh, the greedy man’s sole desire. In the bridge of the ship, the Warlord Adolf Von Hilfer cast upon his eyes upon the system, twinkling with ideas and plans. The bridge faired no less and the screams were echoing louder and louder in his ears. For another man, it may have seemed almost arousing, but Adolf was no normal man.

“Jarl Fortis!” A stout, gruff man stood attention, half naked and grinning like a child. His stubble beard and short red hair did not improve his appearance. His loose pants were held with a white string and his hairy ginger chest hair gave him the ‘homeless’ vibe. 

“Yeah?” He replied as a short grunt.

“Get the ‘[i]companions[/i] out of here. We have reached our destination” Adolf heard a whistle and a clap as the crew groaned, their women taken away from then. As they filed away, he pointed at one of the bridge crew with his pistol and looked at the dressing man with epiphany. “Get yer pants on you lazy dolt and give me a comms. with the crew! Hurry up you bastard!” He looked at Adolf with wide eyes and dragged his pants on and brought the holo up to the Warlord’s face. 

A green chime came from the holo, signalling him to speak. “Okay boys” he began “our pleasure trip is over. We have reached our destination. The destined Crusade will begin in a few short moments. We shall murder, rape, pillage and burn across these lands! We shall commit blasphemy of the highest order, to appease the Shadow! We shall cast a Shadow so large that innocents will piss their pants and soldiers poop in em! THEY SHALL DIE AND WE SHALL WIN! FOR THE SHADOW!” A roar was heard around the ship, the murderers are on the move.

[i]Glorious Betrayal[/i] moved forward, as dozens of blue portals popped up from behind the behemoth. Death to all. Rape to all. Pillage from all. And burn all. These are the words of the Shadow, the glorious leader, the omnipotent one, the being that shall grant its followers pleasure and relief beyond measure. And we shall commit the evils in his name.

[h1]Dullahan System, 101st Exploration Fleet[/h1]

“I thank you. I am sure our leader will be glad to accept-“ alarms blared to life and a huge earthquake came on the ship, signalling an attack. Jargen looked at the diplomats and signalled them to stay seated as he went out the door. The Admiral looked at the two Tayt guards. “Guard them with your life, they are first priority” he ordered and he whipped around to one of the elevators on the ship. He arrived on the bridge and was barraged with questions for orders. He ordered silence on the bridge and went onto the command throne and looked at the reports.

They weren't good. [i]The Shackles of Oppression[/i] was swarmed in the first minute of the fight, it's wreckage floating in space, little bits and bobs bouncing off the [i]Freedom’s Right’s[/i] shield. Floating Democracies bodies floated around the place, blood flowing. The cruiser [i]Death to Slavery[/i] was taking sustained fire and the rest of the ships were in a vicious melee. 

“Status report, now!” He barked.

“All of our drones have been deployed sir! They are struggling to keep the enemy cruisers and frigates away from our bloody shields!” A Krieg Bridge Crew was looking at his data slate, disbelief in his eyes. “Constitution Squadron, Omega Squadron and Chi Squadron have been wiped from the sensors. Half of the other squadrons have been cut to half. All three frigates have reported boarding actions and their crew being overwhelmed.” The silence was deafening.

The Admiral was grim. Death was imminent. He did not expect Adolf to come this early or in these numbers. They were outnumbered 10 to 1. He was going to die here. On the age of 19, he was going to die. Jargen was old for most Krieg. An old man. He has lived his life to his species’s potential. But some of the others….. They were younglings. Some barely 10 years old. They had to live.

“Admiral! Boarding actions! There is a hole in the drones defences!” The colour drained from his face. There was no hope.

[h2]Docking Bay V of the [i]Freedom’s Right[/i], 101st Exploration Fleet, Dullahan System[/h2]

The inhuman war cries of murderers, rapists, thieves and other criminals echoed throughout the bay, mixing well with the sounds of gunfire. Tayt, Krieg and Tar’Lik alike clashed with raving lunatics, turning them into bloody pulps. But they just kept coming. Wave after wave, and after half an hour, they had to retreat or be overwhelmed by the amount of bodies. The troop morale was low and the unorganised retreat wasn't helping it. Death was everywhere, gore and blood stained the walls and floor and the screams were terrifying. They retreated into the hallways and tried to hold.

“We need to hold! Don't let them through! The ambassadors!” A Tayt Gunnery Sergeant shouted at the top of her lungs, before a razor sharp knife lodged into her neck, killing her instantly. The fighting turned even bloodier as the melee began. SMG and Pistol fire echoed throughout the hallways, sporadic in the midst of the violent crunch of armoured fists connecting with soft flesh and bone. 

The two Tayt guards heard this all behind the blast doors. They smashed the room open and looked at the aliens in the eye. “We will not hold. Death is imminent. Our numbers have depleted even more. If we do not get any help, we will all die.” One Tayt took her helmet off and revealed her amber hair, blue skin and blue eyes. She looked into the aliens eyes with plead in her voice “For the love of the Democracies, please call help”. The screams grew louder and louder before, silence.