RP War 2 Chapter 2

The howling of sirens filled the air as millions of people scrambled through the streets. Families trying to stick together, or people on their own, all trying to find shelter as plasma blasts fell from the atmosphere, wiping out buildings, and sending them crashing down onto the citizens below. This was a common scene in the outer systems of the Universal Irken Imperium, but this was not the outer systems, this was the heart of the Imperium, Irk.

Millions of miles up in the void out outer space, hundreds of the Machine Empire continued in their bombardment of the capital planet. The Empress of the machine empire, sitting on her throne, which connected her with the systems and workings of the machine capital ship, watched her monitor, spectating the other ships, as well as her own, firing endless volleys of cannon fire onto the planet. Zapp watched coldly, remembering the defeat she suffered 20 years ago which almost pushed her empire to near obliteration. The sound of the metallic door swishing open caused her to dart her eyes in its direction. "Empress.." the voice of the her antiquated S.I.R unit came from the doorway, she had much better luck with fixing his vocal unit, and he could now speak full sentences, to a certain extent "Commander M.R.O.B sends word that the first ground units...are preparing to land on the surface..of Irk". Empress Zapp nodded to her droid "Very Good Morf...once the units have landed, suspend bombardment and have the fleet prepare for arrival of Organic Ships" she turned back to the monitors in front of her "..and provide support for our ground forces". Morf bowed his head and left the throne room to issue his mistresses orders.

"How in the name of all that is sacred, did the machine fleet managed to avoid our listening posts, and fleet patrols, manage get to Irk?!" said a teal eyed irken as he walked into an elevator with a group of officers of different races, heading deeper into the command bunker, somewhere on the undamaged part of the planet. A vortian officer spoke up, "Latest intelligence says that the Va-Takin opened a temporary portal, which allowed the machines to cross the galaxy in a matter of minutes."
The group of high ranking officials walked into the war room, each taking a seat around the massive round table, monitors showing various images of the siege of the planet. "Fortunately for us, once the portal was opened we managed to shut it down before more ships could enter, we have the machines trapped."
Osea took off his hat and stood up from his chair. "That may be all well and good, but until the 6th fleet reaches arrives from Vort, we're on our own, and Machine ground forces are starting to land." The irken motions to one of the monitors, showing machine landing ships dropping off its passengers. "My personal corps will be moving in from the south, to capture the machine landing positions, and halt any further landings in this sector," a visual of his planned counter attack appears on the table in front of them. "21st division of the Army will be launching an offensive in the financial district of the city, while 503rd Elite Company will be evacuating civilians to the Government sector which due to the planetary shields being on separate codes, has not been damaged."
The other officers nod in agreement, giving information to their aids. "Also, I've been in touch with the Emperor, he has instructed us to use the palace as a refuge center for civilians, and until further notice, he will remain on the planet he was visiting.." He turns to his assistant, "Which planet was that again?." A female Irken with orange eyes looked up at Osea, "Earth sir, he was visiting earth with Governor Ryan..". Osea nodded. "Gentlemen, I do not need to remind you how vital it is to take back our capital, Failure." He looked to his comrades. "Is not an option".

"Lets move! double time!" Commander Xivix barked at his troopers as they dismounted their transports. "Command this is Vulture 3.5, we have completed evacuation of civilians from sector 9, now commencing in sweeping of sector, copy?" he yelled into his communicator. "Copy that Vulture 3.5, once completed report back in with command." Xivix turned to his troops.
"Battalion commanders, take your troops and clear out your sectors, converge at rendezvous point, and remember, no prisoners." "Yes Sir!" the soldiers all yelled out in unison. Xivix took his troops and they began their trek down a heavily damaged street. They passed the many apartment buildings, most having large holes in them, exposing the apartments inside, smoke billowing, clogging the air. Xivix stared at one in particular, it was his old apartment, seeing it now as a burning inferno had solidified his choice of moving his family to Vort a month ago.
"Colonel? a question," one of his soldiers said behind him, scanning the buildings for potential targets. Xivix turned his head around to see who spoke and nodded his head "go ahead," The soldier spoke up. "Wouldn't it been easier to get in the gunships, and look for droids from above, if we had the high ground it would be much easier for us." Some other troopers nodded in agreement.
"It would be easier yes," Xivix said, scanning the the buildings in front of him. "But you cant find targets while they're hiding like rats." The brown eyed irken stopped his company, and motioned for them to get into firing positions. Xivix stopped moving, and listened carefully listening for something, with the sounds of distant explosions and rifle blasts, he heard a low hum. The colonel motioned for the trooper with the anti-tank weapon, the trooper crawled up to Xivix, and was motioned where to fire. "Sir, there's no tank there?" he said as he stared blankly at a building. Xivix glared at the trooper. "follow your order soldier." The bazooka trooper aimed his gun at the building, the round going through the wall and exploding. A machine tank hovered out from behind the building, and crashed into an adjacent apartment complex and burst into flames, Xivix grinned. "This is why Im a colonel".

It had been 48 hours since the siege of Irk had begun. Soon the U.I.I 6th fleet had arrived out of warp, and had begun to engage the droid armada. Onboard the 6th fleet's flagship, H.M.S Supremacy Fleet Admiral Valour sat on the bridge, directing operations. "All battleships engage the machine capital ships, destroyers and cruisers will engage the smaller ships," he spoke to the communications officers. the ship rocked slightly as a cruiser next to it exploded after a laser blast had ripped though its hull and into the reactor. Zapp watched as the U.I.I and Machine ships engaged in battle, distant memories of her defeat 20 years ago, came back to her.
"Mech Droid, we got to get out of here, all is lost!" She grabbed his arm but the robot wouldn't move. She stared at him her eyes full of confusion. "what are you doing? Do you want to die?!" she snapped at him. He turned to her and looked at her ruby red eye. "There is....only one escape pod left...you must take it...take it and get out while you can. If I am to die, then I die with my creation, with my empire.
The Big droid then grabbed her arm, and gave her a passionate kiss, letting his emotions loose, after so long repressed.
Zapp tried to clear her head of these images, she had a battle to win, but they wouldn't escape her.
Zapp blushed and stared wideeyed in surprised at the bulky machine kissing her. She didn't object, first just too shocked. But she too had to let out these 'weak organic' emotions of hers. She still was more organic than Mech Droid. It lasted a few minutes, then Mech Droid broke it and shoved her into an escape pod along with his faithful servant the robotic Meekrob and he blasted the pod away, knowing he was too big and massive to fit in it along with the others.
Zapp entered the communication lines to the bridge of her ship. "Commander, what are the odds of our victory with U.I.I Fleet?." There was a slight pause, M.R.O.B responded. "If more Organic ships begin to arrive, our odds are somewhere between 45% and 49%."
Zapp thought carefully, and silently. "Order a retreat back to Mechdroida, then instruct the fleet to begin seizing of planets in the Skarath Hierarchy, with the U.I.I Caught off guard, they will not be able to respond so quickly to an ally in trouble." M.R.O.B nodded, "Yes Empress, it will be done." With the order to retreat being sounded, Machine ships began to warp out of the system, any ships that remained were obliterated by the U.I.I Fleet.

Valour sat in his office onboard the Supremacy a hologram of Osea on his desk. "So the machine fleet has left? strange I assumed they would try to take the planet." the hologram image of Osea said, he was clearly in a stage of thought. "I propose we send 6th and 8th fleet to the outer systems, to begin preparations for a counter attack on Kiarak and many of their outlying systems," Valour said looking over a star map. "If we can take away more machine materials for war production, we can easily starve them out."
Osea gave a small smirk to to his godchild. "Im afraid it will not be as simple as that, unlike the last war this war will be more ground action, the machines know we can beat them in ship to ship, but they have an advantage on the ground, they'll focus on getting us to go after them on their own terms."
"That is true." He stood from his desk. "What are your orders for the fleet sir?"
Osea cleared his throat. "Have the fleet set up a perimeter around the planet, until we have cleared it of machines completely, you have your orders Admiral." The image of Osea faded from hologram pad.

Once all the Machine troops had been destroyed, and the planet was deemed secure, civilians were being put into temporary camps, with constant food and water supplies being shuttled onto irk from surrounding planets of the Imperium, one of these camps was the Imperial Palace. Soldiers were resting in the gardens of the palace, different plants from across the empire were brought here, gifts from the Emperor to the love of his life,his Empress, Serenity. Outside on the palace's landing pad, hundreds of soldiers were assembling, these were the elite of the elites, the Praetorian Guards, the bodyguards of the emperor, each group forming into straight lines, their rifles at their sides, the only voices heard was those of the squad commanders. In Space, orbiting the planet was the Imperial Flagship,The Devastator, Zix's ship, a shuttle craft had left the main hanger, darting towards the surface. As the shuttle approached the palace, it began to hover, its occupants getting a good view of the damaged parts of the city, small plumes of smoke rose from buildings, still burning. The shuttle touched down on the landing pad. "Battalion, right shoulder, arms!" shouted the squad leaders. Without blinking the soldiers swiftly picked up their rifles from their sides, and placed them on their right shoulders. Commander Osea walked out from the Palace with some of his lower commanders, and stood on the edge of the landing pad, he looked over to the Guard commander, and nodded his head. "Present, Arms!" the battalion of guards then moved quickly and placed their rifles in front of them. The ramp of the shuttle opened slowly, when touching down onto the landing pad, Osea stood upright, it was so silent that the sound of boots, hitting a hard surface, could be heard. Out of the darkness of the shuttle came the figure, dressed in black, a hooded cape hiding its face, once fully outside, the figure removed the hood, his dark blue eyes adjusting to the sunlight, he surveyed the horizon, looking at the destruction of his city, signs of stress were visible on the face of the emperor. Osea approached the Emperor bowed respectably then saluted. "Welcome home my Lord". Zix nodded and walked with Osea into the palace. "Commander, we have suffered a huge blow, we have no idea how many civilians were killed, and we have trillions of credits worth in damages, I want to know one thing." He looked over at his old friend, "When do we get payback?"

Empress Zapp was in quiet meditation, going over data from the battle of irk, going over in every detail, the damage and best solutions to rebuild for the offensive, when there was a knock on her throne room door. She turned her head to it, "Identify yourself."
She stopped reading the data, her throne turned completely to the door. Nobody had ever gone to her throne room personally. "And state your purpose." Moments of silence were ended when; "My Purpose is to restore power, and glory to our Empire," the mechanical voice said, slightly raspy. The Empress allowed the door to open, then awaited for the figure to reveal itself. "Identify yourself droid."
The figure emerged from the shadows of the doorway, the robotic tentacles allowed it to move gracefully to the throne, a long cape hanging in shreds, held on by rusted metallic chains, its glowing red eyes starring at Zapp before it spoke it coughed a deep, robotic, raspy cough; "You attacked the irken home world without me? How could you Zapp?"

"Mech Droid?...your..alive?"

"Surprised?"