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Collective Space
Kasius
City of New Izuno
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A company of rebel soldiers were pinned down, taking shelter in a shambling office building as they fell under heavy fire from an heavily entrenched Collective Forward Position, a battalion's worth of Collective Automatons making their slow advance, raining a deadly barrage of plasma fire upon the ruined structure. Despite their best efforts, destroying a few of the unrelenting war machines. this band of rebel soldiers have seemed to be at their end, as several combat walkers had entered the fray, ready to bring the structure down with their heavy weapons. The rebels awaited their execution, only to find salvation raining death upon the collective, the men and women of various species cheered on as alien dropships hung over the collective forces, Hexanagallion warriors leaping downward, armed with melee weapons like warriors of ancient times long past.

The Machines were caught off guard as a horde of blade-wielding warriors charged out from their rear flank, their makeshift battlements failing before the alien warriors. As their forward postilion fell, the machines switched their primary task to engage their new enemy as a horde of Hexanagallion Reavers charged out from the overwhelmed entrenchment.

The Hexanagallions were met with a hail of plasma bolts and rockets, many falling to the machines. However, there were still plenty of them left as they pressed on and met the enemy in battle as the Hexanagallions cleaved through the automatons. 

With the arrival of these warriors, the then pinned down rebels, with a surge of morale, had provided the Hexanagallions with suppressive fire, laying waste to the now distracted machines with a mixture of energy bolts, bullets and few explosives. Within minutes, the collective troops were reduced to scrap. In the aftermath, the surviving rebels had evacuated the building, all facing the intimidating sight of the Hexanagallion Reavers. Although Hexanagallions had made up a good portion of the rebellion's military strength, there were none present at the moment among this particular group of rebels.

The Leader of the unit, a woman in her early thirties, stepped forward to meet the new arrivals, she had the look of the scarred veteran, with several scars around her left cheek and neck. She stepped closer to the what appeared to be the leader of these Hexanagallions, she scanned the tall alien for a brief moment before extending her hand out to him. "Captain Gwendoline O'Neil of the 61st Mobile Infantry." She said with a grin. "You sure as hell came in the right place and time, you saved our asses, and I'd very much like to know who our saviors are."