[u][b]The Battle for Fel'Blade:[/b][/u]
Battle Commander Krux and his Warrior 002 class Starfighters ripped through the initial onslaught of enemy Agonis fighters, their lascannons burning through them like sharp claws through exposed flesh. They found themselves at the rear end of the enemy fleet once they punched through, turning around and flanking them. 
"Status" Warmaster Daixanos demanded to Krux through his visor's comm. 
"22 of ours dead. 3 are damaged and need help." 
"Enemy deaths?" 
"Hundreds." 
"Make it a thousand." 
"With pleasure." Krux replied, giving a guttural chuckle as he set his comm to his fleet. Before his visor, he could see the larger Agonis ships making a straight path right into the Hexanagallion Predator frigates, as if they wished for death. The smaller fighters that remained swarmed around their larger cousins and split off into 4 groups, bypassing the Predator frigates and only taking minor casualties from the Predator rear guns. "Warrior 002's, this is your Battle Commander. I want Squads Ravenous, Hydra, Warcry, and Raider to follow those small Agonis fighters. Squad Fang, look after the damaged ships. Squad Ripper, with me." he ordered. "Ready your torpedoes." Krux knew that Raulek could survive those puny fighters with just its defenses, but his fighters would make sure there was as little damage to the Station as possible.
Gripping both thrusters in his custom fighter, he pushed forward and took back the controls as his Starfighter zoomed at incredible speed toward the flank of the Templeships and Commandship. At his right and left, Ripper Squad joined him at top speed, their force moving like a hawk swooping in for the kill. Faint flashes of light caught Krux's attention, and he glanced out of the cockpit to see the planetary defenses of the system firing their DARC cannons, scattering the enemy fighters within their atmosphere while the Warrior 001's cleaned up the remaining filth. It filled Krux with an insatiable battle lust, and he gave the order to fire. 
The previously unused Dragon Torpedoes bombarded into the rear of the Templeships and Commandship just as the Predator Frigates blew through them with their ARK cannons from the front. 
Daixanos ordered the Raulek defenses to open fire, and one Hexanagallion roared as he fired his UR turret, laser blasts from across Raulek firing in rapid succession and ripping through Agonis fighters as they were mercilessly chased from behind by the 4 Warrior 002 squadrons. 
"Honored Warmaster." Daixanos heard from behind, taken from the reverie of watching the battle unfold, the fleet captain approaching him on the command Deck of the largest Frigate [i]Fellhammer[/i]. 
"What is it?" Dax asked, barely glancing back. 
"Our mission to Hexana. It was successful. I had just received word, and it is my greatest honor to tell you this most joyous news." the Fleet commander said, bending a knee before his Warmaster. 
Daixanos turned slowly, his reptilian eyes glinting in the light. "We have our home back?" he asked slowly.
"Yes, Warmaster." 
"Spread the word." Warmaster Daixanos ordered. "The time of our people has come."
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[u][b]At the Edge of Xeno-Barbarian Space: Space Station Doum[/b][/u]
"Do you want to crush humans? The Imperium?" Warmaster Gatar asked his new recruits. Roars and cries of readiness filled the chamber as 10,000 Hexanagallion Infantry watched his every move as he stood upon his hover-dias. His silver armor, and metallic left arm shined the light above the chamber, as if he was a Warknight of old, come back to command their people to glory. And was it not so? The Primal light had given a vision to their prophets, which had led for a Nation wide morale boost and battle lust inside the Hexanagallions. It was why an Honored Warmaster had shown up to speak to the troops and not simply a General or Battle Commander.
Gatar pointed to the large Holo map along the left side of the large chamber, showing the entire region of the Galaxy, and the region of space that was slowly squeezing into the 2nd Terran Imperium space. "First, we must prove our mettle." Gatar said. "And what better way than to kill the ones who prey upon humans? To devour the devourers!" 
"WE WILL CRUSH THEM!" a lieutenant cried in his deep and hoarse voice. 
"We will!" The Warmaster said. "Already our transports are being readied. I am told you troops lack experience. You each have only one kill, maybe two. But I can see the heart of our people in this room. I see the future of our race. I see conquerers!" 
Bellows and roars threatened to overwhelm the huge chamber. It was time to deploy, and attack.
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