Chapter 492 (1/2)
”We cannot win! All is lost!” the Third Most High Executor squealed out over his helmet's open com-channel. He turned to gallop away, dropping his weapon.
Sma'akamo'o turned at the waist, hearing his battered armor squeal, aimed his plasma pistol, and fired once.
”HOLD YOUR POSITION, YOU COWARDLY SCUM!” the Lanaktallan roared over the command channel. ”FEAR ME, BUT FOLLOW!” he bellowed out, turning his attention back to his harness mounted plasma machinegun.
The greenish bolts flashed out, slamming into biomechanical weapons that shrieked, clawed, and rushed forward.
The creatures had suddenly appeared across the planet, out of nowhere, and had begun overrunning cities, fields, parks, slaughtering all they came across.
”VICTORY TO THOSE WHO ARE FAITHFUL!” Su'uprmo'o roared out, rearing up so that all could see him in his armor.
The Lanaktallan infantry stopped their beginnings of a retreat, swallowing thickly, and added their fire to the firepower of their two commanders.
Sma'akamo'o moved forward, bringing more of the creatures in sight. His weapon was heating up, but that could not be helped. The barrel was already worn, his shots lacking the pinpoint accuracy of the weapon, which could achieve up to 60% accuracy, but that could not be helped.
Su'uprmo'o joined him, the other infantry rushing up next to him. The Lanaktallan eyed the irregulars running up with them, the Executor Corps troops feeling disgust at what was bolstering their lines.
A Telkan crouched down behind the twisted wreckage of a grav-limo, looking around it, then leaning out and firing the laser rifle in rapid pulses. A Shavashan ran forward with a rocket launcher, kneeling down and firing, the rocket snapping forward to hit an insect/reptile crossbreed dead in the middle of the chest, blowing it in half. An Akltak female crouched down next to Su'uprmo'o and fired off the five-round magazine loaded into her grenade launcher, the grenades blowing huge holes in the ranks of the oncoming creatures.
”THE NEO-SAPIENTS FIGHT WITH HONOR AND COURAGE, CAN YOU EXECUTOR SCUM DO ANY LESS?” Su'uprmo'o roared.
(((o(*°▽°*)o)))UTSUKUSHI-SA WAKOKONI ARIMASU(((o(*°▽°*)o))) rang out suddenly on the battlefield.
Sma'akamo'o felt his mouth go dry and his feeding tendrils coil tight against the sides of his jaw. He had never heard that personally, but he had viewed holorecords of such warcries.
”RALLY TO ME, MEN!” Su'uprmo'o thundered out, firing his weapon. A flatworm dropped out of the air at him, bringing its stinger forward to plunge it deep into the Lanaktallan's side. Su'uprmo'o smashed it out of the air with a gauntleted fist and leveled his pistol. He pulled the trigger once, the head of the flatworm, just behind the cruel pincher-like jaws, exploded in purple gore.
Bit by bit the Lanaktallan and the neo-sapients forced the onrushing rogue bioweapons back, off the lawn. Four Tukna'rn set up two heavy weapon mounts and added heavy coilgun fire. A team of Shavashan were firing MANPAD (MAN Portable Air Defense) rockets as fast as the team of Telkan females could reload them, knocking flying creatures from the air.
(((o(*°▽°*)o)))UTSUKUSHI-SA WAKOKONI ARIMASU(((o(*°▽°*)o))) came the cry agian, only this time it was screech that sounded like fury mixed with ecstasy.
It reminded Sma'aka'mo'o of a feline in heat being mated.
”PUSH THOSE VILE THINGS BACK, IN THE NAME OF THE COLTS, THE FILLIES, THE BROODCARRIERS, AND ALL THAT IS GOOD AND BEAUTIFUL!” Sma'akamo'o roared out once the echo had died down.
He galloped around the side of the massive Unified Executor Council building. There the lines were bowing, starting to be pushed back. A Lanaktallan turned to flee, screaming in fear, dropping his rifle.
The Tukna'rn next to him broke his back with a single swing of the Tukna'rn fist that was wrapped around the grip of an Executor ion pistol. The Tukna'rn turned, grabbed a lunging insect in one hand, shoved the pistol deep into the snarling mouth, and pulled the trigger. Purple ichor spewed out as the Tukna'rn threw the corpse to the side.
”FEAR DENIES FAITH IN VICTORY!” Spy'inmo'o called out. The Most High Covert Intelligence Analyst was missing an arm, his visor was torn away and one of his nostrils was ripped a few inches up the side of his face, severing two of his feeding tentacles, but he held an Executor ion rifle that he was firing even as he pointed. ”Concentrate fire there, before that thing can launch flying ones!”
A pair of Telkan running a rapid fire tri-barrel plasma gun swivelled it and began raking the massive insect.
”HERE IS YOUR GLORY, MEN! FIGHT FOR THOSE WE SWORE TO PROTECT!” Spy'inmo'o called out over the battlefield.
Sma'akamo'o opened his mouth to add to the other Lanaktallan's battlecries when a querying shout rang out.
DESU KAWAII WAAAAGH?
Sma'akamo'o felt his guts loosen. He knew that cry. He turned and galloped back to where Su'uprmo'o was leading a push to force the last of the rogue bioweapons into the parking lot.
٩(◕‿◕｡)۶ SENSO WA TANOSHI KAWIAA DESU NE ٩(◕‿◕｡)۶ ?!?! roared out over the battlefield.
”THE NEKO MARINES COME, MEN! HOLD FAST TO YOUR COURAGE!” Su'uprmo'o bellowed over the command channel.
The Shavashan kneeling by a decorative fountain felt the Welkret slap the top of his construction hard-hat and popped back up with the rocket launcher, blowing in half another insect the size of a cargo hauler vehicle.
HEAVY METAL INCOMING! the roar shook the world. Even the creatures paused, eyes rolling, obviously looking around. Sma'akamo'o saw more than few convulse and collapse, brain cases rupturing, even as he felt as if someone was pressing his two rear facing eyes into his skull.
”THE MAD LEMURS OF TERRA APPROACH! DO NOT FALTER!” Su'uprmo'o bellowed out, firing a rifle in each set of hands. ”THEY KNOW NO FEAR IN THE FACE OF DEATH, CAN YOU SAY THE SAME!” He switched his grip and knocked a flying insect/reptile from the air, trampling it beneath his armored hooves even as he resumed firing.
HEAVY METAL IS HERE! the shouts were repeating, overlapping. Multiple of them, dozens of them.
QUAKE BEFORE THE MIGHT OF THE TERRAN IMPERIAL REPUBLIC
THERE IS NO LIFE IN THE VOID OR LEFT TO YOU
THE DEFIANT GREAT HERD TRAMPLES ALL
FOR MURDERED TERRASOL
Su'uprmo'o caught Sma'akamo'o's eye and shook his head, worry in his eyes.
FOR DISFIGURED VENUS! FOR SCARRED MERCURY! FOR MURDERED TERRASOL!
”DO NOT FALTER, MEN!” Sma'akamo'o called out.
٩(◕‿◕｡)۶ TEKI NO CHI O KOBOSHITE INOCHI O UBAU NO WA TANOSHĪ KAWIAA DESU NE ٩(◕‿◕｡)۶ ?!?! sounded out.
Sma'akamo'o saw the creatures in the parkinglot of the Unified Command Center suddenly disintegrate, converted into bloody mist, as dozens of pink and white hourglass shaped energy beacons suddenly appeared.
The creatures around the parkinglot shrieked and charged forward, only to be pink-misted by the flexing and rippling energy and gravity fields that covered the huge parkinglot.
”PULL BACK FROM THE PARKING LOT, CEASE FIRE, MEN!” Spy'inmo'o yelled out.
”CEASE FIRE, MEN!” Su'uprmo'o ordered, overriding everyone's weapons and shutting them down.
The parkinglot was suddenly full of massive heavy power armor, the shoulders higher than Su'uprmo'o's head. The heavy plates were daubed pink and white, with sloppy white trim, and a burning white fire of a feline face on the center of every chest.
DOKI DOKI DOKI! rang out over every speaker for miles around. Screeching immature feline-lemur hybrids raised chainswords over their heads, the blades daubed pink and white.
Su'uprmo'o tensed as the pink and white flame filled the torches mounted to their backs, as the flag unfurled. Part of him knew he should be insulted by several of them showing a cartoon female lemur with feline ears riding on the back of a cartoon Lanaktallan, both firing weapons with sparkles around them, but he was too tired.
The Neko Marines turned their firepower, their heavy weapons, their burning flame throwers, upon the foul creatures that were swarming the planet. Su'uprmo'o almost sagged in relief when he saw that his own men weren't part of the targeting.
INCOMING STARFALL HOLD THE LINE BROTHERS roared out.
Sma'akamo'o sagged slightly as he looked up and saw burning white streaks falling from the sky, in some places so thick the smoke trails melded into a massive column.
The Mad Lemurs of Terra were here.
HEAVY METAL IS HERE
IN THE NAME OF THE SEVEN PODLINGS OF FAITH AND DUTY WE HAVE ARRIVED