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Totalist Union
Planet JHS-294
Collective Battlelines
Planetary Command Center Zero-One
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Deep in the bowels of the gargantuan structure that is Zero-One, a pair of Agaathi-class Homunculi, both of which were members of the small, yet elite Commandos, both in full body armor, with the exception of their helmets, carrying them to their sides. The pair strolled through the wide, cold, and dimly lit corridors of Zero-One, passing by their fellow Agaathi, all going about their tasks like the living machines they were, mostly emotionless and dull, even their mannerism and body language matching their activities. The Commandos however, were a far different breed compared to their noncombatant brethren. The very way they walked and spoke had hints of individualism and high energy, a necessary, if very risky trait needed for such soldiers to be the elite, to be the finely crafted Blade of the Gods to strike down their foes.

The two commandos had finally reach their destination, standing before a large door as it slide away open, greeted a blinding way of light from the local star as it beamed through the Command and Control Center, a wide room filled with electronics equipment and consoles, several dozen of Agaathi manning these devices as they maintained control of the facility and the battle outside waging. Above was a domed glass ceiling. The two continued onward as they walked along a runway, passing by their brothers and sisters below in small trenches as they tended to the computer consoles. They passed by a cadre of Varusch soldiers standing at attention on both sides, giving the respect they deserved, their birthright. They soon halted at the center, standing before a large command chair of extravagant design, the chair begun to rotate as the owner had revealed himself, a [url=http://www.joshnizzi.com/wp-content/uploads/2015/12/JoshNizzi_TF3_14.jpg]cyclopian[/url] machine sat giant on the chair like a throne. The two commandos knelled and bowed their heads before the machine. 

"My lord." One of them spoke up. "We have arrived as ordered."

"What is your bidding, Lord Regius?" The other inquired. 

"Good..you've finally arrived" Reguius spoke in a booming, Metallic tone. "Command Units 10321 and 698802. What have you to report regarding the frontlines...how do our forces fair?"

"The results are...mixed, my lord. The humans of this region are a persistent breed, we score many victories, yet face the same amount of defeat against them. They are hardened, fanatical and are determined to liberate this system of our presence." 

Regius sighed in disappoint. "Such a shame, they reject our holy vision, they waste their fanaticism on a lost cause, such energy would be better suited for the Collective...but whats done is done, they will face the same fate as all who reject our gift." the AI had paused for but a moment before speaking once more. "You are in need of...greater assets. You will launch another attack on their forward positions, however, you are to be giving command of several Colossus, use them to great effect, I expect to break them once and for all. We WILL take this world and all others, they will eventually accept Ascension, or fall."