((Explaining alot of technical things now so I dont have to do that when the eventual battle is busy. Also, if you think that things described her are too OP please tell me, I dont want to appear godmodding or anything like that.))

[h2]1st Expeditionary Army transport fleet, In transit [/h2]

Reports were coming in of the use of a Götterdämmerung and its meager effect. This would have been a shocking revelation to any naval officers, seeing their pet project failing. The weapon had never been used to ill intent before, it had only been tested on some feral worlds. But this was not a Navy ship, this ship was under the command of the Army.

Onboard the Grandcruiser "Armageddon" there was a woman grinning at these reports. She wore heavy plate armour with paldrons in the shape of eagle heads. Her white hair reached till her shoulderblades, although it was cut down at the sides of her head only having hair on the top and back. She stood infront of a commandscreen, observing her fleet as it moved into position to jump. She dwarfed the other officers in the room, standing 8'6 she appeared as a giant to the rest onboard. This was Anastasia Azazel, Duchess of the military world of Cadrias, nicknamed the Autarch's Angel of Death.

"So, the Navy fucked up again, what a suprise. The fools dont have the stomach for a proper war so they resort to their little toys. If I were that ground commander then I would want to rip Loken's spine out myself..."

It is no secret that the Navy and Army have an internal rivalship with eachother. Friendly fire between the two factions is all too common, even in peacetime. Almost every officer had a grudge with someone from the opposite branch and Azazel was no exception to this rule. She had some problems with some Lord Admirals aswell as with some aristocrats, but that was nothing she couldnt deal with. And at the moment she had far more pressing matters.

"My lady, we have gained the greenlight to jump. We are warned though, there is an enemy fleet orbiting the planet."

She smiled and responded; "What are the odds?"

"The Navy outnumbers the enemy in total, but at the moment only 15% of the active fleet is in range, Lord Vasar ordered only one of his battlegroups to engage. At the moment his fleet is struggeling to join the first battlegroup but they are taking heavy losses."

[i]Spineless cowards. Not even daring to go all in with your plan... But what else is there to expect from them. Vasar is known as a cautious man, it worked out for him in the past but this is a whole new experience to deal with.[/i] 

Azazel leaned over the commandscreen. The holographic images depicted the ongoing naval engagement. Loken had place his ships in a shield formation, with the Nova cruisers infront aproaching the enemy as fast as they could, taking heavy loses in the proces. The Athena and Fury classes were positioned behind them, firing their missiles over the Novas in the hope to destroy some enemy ships. Though many missiles were disabled by pointdefences and shields, some managed to damage some of the enemy ships and managed to destroy one medium sized one.

"What are your orders Duchess?" Her aide asked.

Without even thinking she gave out her order: "We will jump as close to the planet and make planetfall immediatly."

The Confederate Army's troop transport ships were equiped with heavy weaponry... But they were practically all meant for surface suppport, not space combat. They were heavily armoured though and the Army had some Grandcruiser which were capable of fighting in space. These ships however were not mostly automated like the Navy ships were. One Hierarch class Grandcruiser, like the Armageddon, had a crew of 130.000. The ships were huge and their armament was just as impressive. The Grandcruisers could provide an escort for the hundreds of transport ships and that was just the task they would be given.

Azazel was looking for a fight, a proper one at that. She didnt really bother with the naval engagements that much, she left that to the admirals. No, her specialty was groundwarfare. It was what she was bred for, litteraly. Azazel was the only survivour of a supersoldier project which explains her abnormal size. It increased her strength and stamina, aswell as her ability to think much faster then any other Pretorian ((Incase you didnt read my Nation's background, the Pretorians are the original species and Azazel might sound OP but I dont have magic and there is only one person with this spec, so give me a break would ya? :P)). 

Her armour was made out of the best material the Confederacy could make, able to deflect direct plasma and laser weaponry it was near impervious for any small arms. This was ideal for Azazel's prefered weapon: Her great thunderhammer. This large warhammer incorporates an energy field emitter within its head that activates only when the hammer strikes its target. This allows the weapon to store a tremendous amount of energy and release it only at the moment of impact, producing a terrific blast of energy and concussive force like the crack of thunder, from which the name of the weapon originates. Both of these weapons were made specifically for Azazel and only she is able to use them effectivly due to their enormous weight.

As a final thing there is her unbreakable will. Pretorians by nature have a high pain boundry but Azazel's is even higher, barely able of feeling any pain and she has been indoctrinated so far that it is nearly impossible to make her fear anything. This has the downside ofcourse that she is bound to underestimate enemies and their weapons, ordering troops to charge head on into a fully entrenched enemy force is not rare for her to do.

This is why her nickname is both used as a praise and as a way of mocking for she will plow through enemy forces with ease, but she will suffer atleast a 70% loss of troops doing so.

"All hands, prepare for battlestations!"

The alarms start howling and the soldiers on all of the ships start to move to their assigned dropships and droppods. In total this fleet comprises of 50.000.000 ground troops who will all be expected to have made planetfall in under 10 hours. Lady Azazel has already made her way off the bridge, leaving her aide in command of the ship, she already gave the order to the fleet anyway. They are to move to the other side of the planet and start shelling the planet while the troops drop in.

As Azazel is striding to her droppod she sees collums of men marching to their ships. Their trenchcoats clean and boots and rifles polished, with their masks on the only thing distigueing them are the numbers on their shoulderpads, a name is much harder to keep track off then a number  so it's much more efficient to see who died.

The jump is now nearly complete, in just a few seconds they will be orbiting this planet which has yet to be named. Once they come out of hyperspace it will only take a few seconds before the first dropships will start flying out of the hangers. Everything has been planned and there is barely any chance for a mistake to happen... Barely any.

Azazel buckles up in her droppod and counts down in her head:

3...
2...
1...
0...

The fleet jumps out of hyperspace, right in orbit over the planet. Immeditaly reports come in of casualties. Within ten seconds already three transport ships are reported to be obliterated. Some of the others report that their sensors are unable to read where they are and if they are in position. It has become obvious that a mistake was made, a minor calculation fault. Ships are being rammed, blasted to pieces and torn to shreds. 

The mistake was a 0.0001 miscalculaton in the jump drives. Instead of ending up on the other side of the planet, the transport fleet flew straight into the enemy fleet. The result was utter chaos. Both enemy and friendly ships were ramming into eachother. Missiles fired from the Navy's ships were impacting Army transports. Hostile ships were firing their weapons at the transports. Some commanders decided that ramming the enemy ships was the best thing to do. But, no delay to the drop. Even if this was unexpected, they were all trained and prepared for a drop in hostile space. The droppods were launched, as were thousands of dropships. It seemed like rain falling down on the planet. Many droppods were destroyed by enemy flak weaponry, as were many dropships. Some even flew against debris from destroyed ships. The battle hadnt even started yet and already in the first seconds there had been so much damage to the invasion force. 5 million souls had already been lost in this campaign.

But all of this didnt matter to Azazel. She had already made contact with the planet's surface together with the 66th Cardia "Helldiver" Legion. They were already taking fire and as predicted the small arms projectiles were just absorbed by her armour. Her soldiers on the other hand were not so lucky. Limps were shot off, large gaping holes formed in their bodies. But the Pretorians barely felt pain... Especially when they were drugged up for an action like this. Even with their guts exposed the soldiers would scurry into defensive positions, didnt mean they would live long though. 

Azazel calmly stepped towards the enemy emplacements. Only when they were really starting to focus her did she accelerate. She burst through a defensive wall with her shoulder and grabbed a Draconian by it's throat. Observing the new xeno she held in her hand for a while she eventually punched through his guy and ripped his intestines out. ((Dont know if that is allowed on this forum, if it isnt please tell me so I can rewrite it to something with less gore)) As the other Draconians saw what happened to their comrade they started to fire on her. Though the armour could take much, from this close even small arms were dangerous. She used to body of the Draconians as a shield and ran at the others, beating them to a pulp with her fists.

[i]Hmm, they are not a frail species but still no match for my strength. At this rate I wont even have to use my hammer. [/i]

Just as she thought that some Draconians in battlesuits appeared. A grin formed on Azazel's face, though it was covered by her helmet. Now this seemed like the real deal, the others were probably just some personel quickly armed or had no time to put their suits on. She activated her hammer and dashed at the newly arived troops. It resulted in a one sided carnage.

After securing the emplacement single handidly she checked in with her troops. The reports were far less victorious. Heavy enemy resistance on all sides. Though the Confederate troops were clearly better diciplined and had a slight edge in ranged combat the enemy was clearly much more proficient in closecombat. Their energy swords cutting through the soldiers like they were but butter.

[i]Hmm, maybe this is going to be fun after all.[/i]

It apeared that one Draconian was still alive, he was trying to crawl away and was talking to someone. Azazel slowly closed in on him, her footsteps leaving small tremors each time she put them down. She then place one of her armoured boots on the head of the Draconian.

"I hope whoever is on the other end of that line will enjoy this sound, because they will be next"

She slowly squezes the head, the Draconian screaming in agony until finally his skull gives up and all that remains is a large bloodstain.