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It's OC time!
06/10/10(Thu)15:38 No.10411014Alright you synkt maggots, listen up. I know you're now all soldiers of the Technocracy, finest of the race and all that hrkh. Now that the war with the Draxon Confederacy
has taken a turn for the worst, you younglings will be deploying alongside our new human allies. Next stop is Fargus Prime, you're being attached two units of Terran Heavy
Armour and a detachment of the 365th Heavy Drop Infantry.
I hear you scoff and say what a paltry few soldiers and vehicles could possibly do.I know the barrack room tales of the Terrans, how they are stupid apes, lacking
refinement both culturally and with regard to their military doctrine. How the bumble with their crude technology and that they are undisciplined kraan-of-all trades,
lacking the distinct specialisation of our Fire-Breathers or Ground-Strikers among other of our Legion's most revered warrior castes. But let this old-claw tell you this:
DO...NOT...UNDERESTIMATE THEM.
You see, I was a mere Rokh-Krahn, fresh out of boot when I fought against the humans on Thraxium Secundus. Horgar front for [three months] in the opening. Never have I
witnessed such horror. The fighting became bogged down, neither side could gain ground. You see, this was a completely alien theatre of war for us. Legion doctrine
stresses light fast strikes, decisive surprise assaults with surgical precision, supported by flyers. On the first day we struck out across open fields. By the seventh we
were fighting over a blasted, burned waste. By the second week, the humans had a position so strongly entrenched neither concentrated Air/Ground assaults could break them,
while the line companies crudely imitated human defence-works. By the end of the month, the humans had built, across the [14 kilometre] front, an impenetrable line of
defences. The land between our lines was a blasted hellscape, slurried mud, dead bodies, vehicle wrecks, razor-wire and lakes of blood. |