[b]SIERRA-MIKE-ONE-OH 
Destiny close-in[/b]

The communicator crackled to life inside the headgear of Kindal and the soft voice of the pilot poured into his ears. "Overseer, we've got confirmation from the [i]Destiny[/i]. I'm bringing in the ship for landing, prepare for touchdown." Kindal took a deep breath of the stale air inside the docking bay. He grabbed his staff from the weapon locker embed into the side panel. It was a weapon that most of the Gashathi carried with themselves all the time. But more importantly it was a traditional Gashathi item that showed off the wealth and status of the individual during meetings. His name might not be affiliated with a long lineage of Hirules or governors, but all Gashathi richly adore their staffs. And of course, a retractable energy staff that can be used both at range and close quarters is a valuable asset for all those who hold minimal value for their life. But for now, the staff remained nothing more than that: a richly decoarted stick. 

The magnetic clamps finally locked onto the floor of the hangar bay, and the ship shook for a brief second as the engines spooled. Kindal lifted his headgear slightly, and clipped his respirator/communicator equipmnet on his mouth before adjusting the mask back to it's position. Even if the other races were fine inside the hangar's atmosphere, who knows what dangers it may hold to foreign species. And it doesn't hurt that you have a built in translator for communication. Of course, none of this was visible to the outside observer, a carefully a planned trick that the Gashathi have played for eons as they portrayed themselves like gods. This wasn't going to be one of those moments, but it definetly looked better than having to rely on an a separate droid or AI to translate your speech.

"Overseer, I'm lowering the ramp now." A silent hiss erupted from the door as it slid up inside the hull and a wide stairway was lowered down onto the floor of the hangar. Kindal gestured towards his combat husks and they began to walk down the stair and take up formations. They didn't get shot at. With a large stress factor out of the way, Kindal also walked down the stair and took his position amidst the formation of his droids. Much to his surprise, the crew of the ship seemed not to be as small as he originally imagined them.

Immidiately after that, the staircase retracted back into the ship, and Kindal looked around the hangar. As he looked around his HUD tagged a variety of armed guards and possible threats for him and his droids. After confirming all possible angles of fire, he began to observe the resident race and the other two attending parties. 

There were two draconic aliens that seemed to be of some mixed breed. They were well dressed and equipped with a simple but fancy sword. Kindal couldn't exactly explain his feeling of uneasiness as he observed the way they talked. He made a not of it inside his head to acquire the detailed analysis of them once he gets back to base. 

The other attending race was eerely familiar thought. They reminded him of the Sankar, the barbaric berserkers of the Gashathi army. However, these aliens seemed a lot more advanced and intelligent than the Sankar, putting them much higher on the danger scale.

Finally, the resident alien species seemed to be familiar to the humans that they have encountered in the Milky Way galaxy, albeit much taller. They seemed to resemble the Vixar in their materialist and militarist deisgns and clothing. But they obviously lacked the fur and the strong jaws. Kindal wasn't sure if that was a good or bad trait: he grew accustomed to the furry bastards on their long journey.

As he paced through the hangar, he decided to stop at around the same distance that the other races were standing from the captain of the [i]Destiny[/i]. He double checked his translator device on his HUD before accidentally speaking up in the wrong language. He raised his arms into the air, his gaze focused on the captin. "I am Kindal'Q, Grand Overseer of the Gashathi Empire. May this divine presence enlighten us and propel our races into a new era."
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[b]VIXAR TASK FORCE
Descending Orbit above Aurora[/b]

It has been around 10 minutes since the task force left the Gem and used their SDDs to approach Aurora. 48 Vixar rattled inside sturdy metal casings as their dropship began to pierce the uppermost layers of the atmosphere. Their armors were firmly attached to small steats and a large steeal beam arching overhead, dimly illuminated by the inernal HUD of their helmets. The dark walls pressed on them and kept them from moving too mutch, and the machinery held them firmly in their positions. Commandant Nyugen was one of them, his armor bearing the marks of an officer. His messed around with his HUD until it brought up the same 3D map of the town for every member of his team. "Okay, everyone should be seeing the map of our AO. I'm going to be short and simple on this one since we're breaking atmosphere in a minute and half and then we'll lose contact right until we're above the target."

And indeed, the shaking slowly became less gentle as the ship entered the thicker parts of the atmopshere. "We're going to split up into two task forces, Aplha and Bravo. Alpha will be lead by Sgt Malkovich and will consist of our 4 Valkyrie dropships and their load. Once we break through the atmosphere they're going to push into the town from North, South, east and West to secure a perimeter. They will also be tasked with the elimination of-" Nyugen stopped for a second to think of the appropriate words to use. He spent a lot of time with the Gashathi since the Vixar joined the Singularity, but he wasn't sure how to break the arrogance of their masters to his fellow race. "Of these puny aliens. They don't deserve our love, so don't hesitate to use those flamers boys." A few enthusiastic Vixar shouted battlecries into the comms. At least his men weren't opposed to killing civilians. "Alpha, will stick to the edges of town, and prevent anyone from going in or out. Once we can see the smoke piling above the town and the signal flares, I will drop in with team Bravo into the proximity of the palace hiding the Sanctuary. That zone is currently lit up by small arms fire and infantry turrets, so that's why we're taking the breaching pods." As if the machinery knew they were talking about it, it began to shake wildly as they ship carrying them entered the dense parts of the atmosphere. Nyugen murmured some curses under his nose. 15 seconds until the chatter is totally lost. "Okay Bravo, listen closely. We'll drop in on both flanks of the main entrance, but watch out for other aliens in the AO! Don't shoot unless they shoot first, we don't want any trouble. See ya on the ground!"

[b]Several minutes later, on the surafce of Aurora[/b]

"Light them up boys, let them feel the burn ahahaha!" The flamers threw hot plasma at the running aliens, burning their flesh and charring their bones. The smell of burnt meat and smoke filled the air around the group of Vixar troopers. Team Alpha has been cleaning the outskirts of the town and establishing a secure perimeter with haste as they prepared to signal Nyugen that they can drop. Finally, after a few hundred burnt houses and hastly made roadblocks of dead aliens and metal scrap the first signal flare launched into the sky on the north edge of town. Then three others rose into the air from the other task forces. The Vixar were cheered and raised their guns as waited for their flyboys to arrive.

It didn't take long for the three large aircraft and their fighter escorts to appear over the dunes of the desert. The slim dropships flew in a wedge formation over the desert, the white paint reflecting a blinding amount of light. They had a large thin body, carrying large white balls in the middle of their fuselage. The one in the front carried a ball that was larger than the aircraft, whilst the other two carried four smaller balls each in a holding pattern. They quickly approached the palace and flew over the smoke piles rising from the edges of town.

Commandant Nyugen spoke up in the intercomms "We're going in hot boys, prepare for a rough landing." The HUDs of the troopers updated as they zoomed in for a close-up of the palace. A small countdown timer was ticking down towards zero, when the pods will be released by the dropships. 

"New contacts! They have tanks!" As the tanks rolled out from the palace, a cold shiver ran down along the spines of the Vixar. They weren't exactly prepared for heavy contact. The timer was appraoching 10 seconds, when one of the palace tank crews finally noticed the incoming dropships. They aimed their main gun at the front dropship, shooting a salvo at it. The explosions rocked the front dropship, setting it's entire engine bay on fire. "White-1 hit, we lost engines one through four!" Nyugen talked into the intercomms once again, his voice calm as ever. "Fighters, disengage from formation! White 2 and 3 drop us here and RTB! Alpha team, send some of your guys to pick up White 1 once they land! Bravo, prepare for landing!"

The outer ships released the round droppods and began to quickly gain altitude and perform evasive manouvers. The damaged ship also released the massive ball it was carrying, but it couldn't gain any altitude without it's engines, and continued to fly in a straight line until it crash landed somewhere in the Eastern part of town, throwing up a massive cloud of dust and smoke. The small droppods hit the streets with ground shattering force, bouncing off of them one more time, and then rolling for several meters until they stopped. They were about 50 meters from the Palace, just outside the wide killzone set up around the palace. On the other hand, the large ball landed near the republic tanks, the force of the impact breaking all the nearby windows. It rolled through the firezone unaffected by blaster shots until it finally stopped moving near the palace entrance. Nothing happened.

Bravo squad rallied up on the edge of the fireline hiding behind buildings and ruins, finally making eye contact with the palace. They also saw the other two races who were up against the palace defenders, admiring their braveness in the battlefield. Nyugen signaled for the squad to lay low, his hud tagging all targets. The squad nervoulsy focused on the still intact drop pod near the entrance as one of the tanks strafed towards it returning fire on the other attackers. Nyugen murmured silently until the tank was finally within close proximity of the pod. "Come on big boy, show me what you got!" He pressed a button on his wrist controller, and the large door of the drop-pod swung open.

From inside, a large armored Vulkhar crawled out with a deafening battlecry. It broke the door off the pod, and grabbed onto it like a shield. The nearby tanks opened fire, but their shots couldn't pierce the thick armor of the blast door. Nyugen shouted into his comms, opening fire on the enemy's positions. "Now boys, give them all you got. They should be happy to be on the receivong ends of our guns! Show these alien scum what the Fanheim are made out of!" With that, the rest of Aplha squad opened fire on the startled enemy to give a chance for their Vulkhar to clear out those troublesome tanks.