[h3]Dullahan City[/h3]

I reach for my Flak Pistol, peeking over the shoulders of the guys in front of me. I never wished for this. I thought following Hilfer was going to be an escape from my crimes and the Democracies. To make a new life. Oh how I am wrong. Now I run here on alien soil, shoulder to shoulder with murderers, rapists, the criminally insane, corrupt politicians and other nasty things. Drawing my pistol, I charge to the front, shooting at one of the xenos, blowing their head clean off.

Now that I think about it, my body has been moving on it's own. Ever since I stepped onto that ship, my words, my thoughts and my actions have never been my own. Now I sit here, almost as a spectator in my own mind, watch a stranger in my body massacring and raping aliens. I watch as the horde pauses in battle, to do Creator knows what. It seems they have overridden another blockade and the troops begin to...... assault the local female population. 

These men and women...... they do not have soul. They have no remorse, no mercy and no regret. They live to experience the pleasures of life. Myself looks around at one of the Tayt I "used" to know. She was one of the first to be converted. I look on as she assaults this, female?, alien with a crazed look in her eyes. Her twinge lolls around as she cries out, in horrid ecstasy I might add.

I March on forward, heading towards an ominous looking fortress. That is a very controversial word, I. I do not know if myself is myself anymore. My once proud Krieg soul has been taken over by this savage monster. As "I" charge against the walls, fellow monsters being cut down beside me, I wonder what I am. 

What am I? Am I a figure of imagination? The fact that I do not know who I am anymore scares me. Am I Dant Von Laktzon? Or have I really changed to this evil serial rapist, a man currently assaulting a world full of, I believe, peaceful aliens? I can not think any further as "my" head gets blown off, myself being dragged down into the depths of hell. I did not deserve this. 

I watch from the fiery depths, as the waves and waves of daemons and monsters trapped in mortal shells, charge and die against this seemingly impenetrable fortress. I feel myself drifting, the fire tickling my feet. [i]"I have a special place for sinners like you..... Chaos is eternal"[/i]. I fade away.

[h3]Dullahan High Orbit[/h3]

Adolf looked on at the battle with a bemused look. He did not think reinforcements would come this quickly. Although the search streams of ships will win him this battle, they will experience unbearable losses. The Shadow will not be happy. He looks at the command map, looking over the battlefield. A spark flashed on his eyes.

"Order Task Force 78 to Flingshot under the incoming reinforcements. Order Task Force 89 to Flingshot above the incoming enemy reinforcements. Fire on my mark." The operator looks at Adolf with slight surprise, if Task Force 78 and 89 move, they will be open to attack. With a quick glare, the shaken operator went to do his work. 

Adolf watched as his ships moved into position, making a U shape around the reinforcements. He makes a pinch hand movement, and the bottom bit of the U formation breaks away. He clicked his fingers and the 89th and the 78th descended (or ascended) into their prey, sending their hordes of fighters towards the probably surprised defenders. The two sides move in to trap the defenders and any stray ship that escaped to the open gun ports of the ships in front of them is destroyed immediately. 89 and 78 fired at the ships that escaped on the open side, destroying six ships before the rest jumps away.

Adolf grins savagely. The Shadow Rules All. For it is Eternal. All there is to do now is to capture that carrier.

[h3]Carrier [i]Freedom's Right[/i], Dullahan System[/h3] 

The troops, having been inspired by the foreigners, bit back at the invaders, holding their ground. Waves and waves just kept coming, some normal but some mutated and strange. Their barbed tentacles wrap around a few of the soldiers, sending them into their bloated, open mouths. One of the Valkyrie got caught in the melee, the Bloated One attempting to eat her. The Democracies soldiers work with the other Valkyries, making coordinated attacks against the bastards. The horde seemed to have no end though. Every wave, a dozen or more Democracies troops get taken, killed or seriously injured, taking their toll. The invaders had one advantage. The surety of their win.