[Above Planet Mytheria. Just to the galactic west of the alliance]


Anim, a rare and powerful female Tech-Master with command of five frigatesm ten dropships, and over 500 seraphim riggers of the Dorei clan, stared greedily at the lightly defended planet below. With it's rolling grassy hills and high tech cities full of people, it was a ripe target. All they had to do was nab a few dozen of the native elves or dwarves and warp away with an in-atmosphere jump.

The Tech-Master smiled, this little raid would be as easy as muffins. Or whatever that baked good humans called it. Cake? She didn't bother fixing herself and boarded one of the dropships docked in her frigate.

"Let's crash and burn these Xeno scum," Anim called into the comms, officially ordering the attack. She left the majority of her fleet in orbit. Only sending down 5 frigates, two at half capacity, equaling 65 Seraphim including Anim.

Not even a minute later, the Dropships were hovering over the middle of an open air market with almost no warning whatsoever. Raspy battlecries erupted from inside the dropships as their doors open and the Seraphim jumped out en-masse into the crowds of people. Firing a mixture of stun and lethal rounds wildly into the crowds of xenos.

On a rooftop 2 blocks away, Kris Syn was observing the creatures that had begun to raid the market. "Seraphim..." she muttered under her breath while she drew her bow. She gracefully jumped from building to building, and within a minute, had arrived arrived to he market. She immediately conjured a wall of thick wooden roots to protect as many elves and dwarves as she could. She next turned her attention to the oncoming horde of Seraphim, and generated two arrows with her magic that she fired at the breathing tube of two Seraphim. Next, she grew a large carnivorous plant in the middle of the market that attacked Seraphim at random. She nocked 3 more arrows and continued her attack.

Keya has been tracking these pirates for a few weeks now, she was aware of the fact they kept slaves, and her past (and alot of other things) compelled her to act. she spun the barrels of her gun up and rushed to the attack site, reaching extreme speeds with her grappling hook slinging from building to building, just like her race did in the medievals and many years after that.

she reached the market place, the first pirate landing immediatly gets pumped full of lead by her mp35, soon there were many of them running amok on the market place and while firing a plant behind her nearly grabs her, she skillfully dodges it before shooting it. she stops shooting at it when she overhears someone calling out for help, she turns to the screaming to see someone dragging a young elf over the street to the ship, someone who gets promptly shot, her display of power (and ammo capacity) goes on for a few minutes and the closer her enemies get, the faster they die as her fire rate and damage increases with proximity.

The dense atmosphere whistled passed E'li's battlesuit super heating the air around causing a trail of flame behind.  The Sĭgren regained consciousness from being spat of the Way, clocking his suits magic-induced HUD he was travelling at 372.7 m/s and slowing to the troposphere terminal velocity for his weight. "Shit." Looking down on the planet he saw a city flanked by beautiful grass plains, black dots began to form rapidly. The warrior observed the now obvious battlefield below, creatures of mask and rifle swamped the city stealing, murdering and enslaving the local habitats. Stretching out his arms the Sĭgren stopped himself rotating in the atmosphere, his timing and bodies orientation had to be impeccable for what he was about to do next.

300 metres, 200 metres, 100 metres. E'li twisted his body upright concentrating the mana towards his feet channelling through them a negative force to compensate his fall. He touched down onto the ground with a gentle grace. 

A plasma shot scraped past his helmet, charging directly at him were two Rigger-Seraphim, each with four arms holding Arc rifles on one set and empty hands in the another. E'li drew his longsword into the longpoint stance as he started his accelerated sprint towards them. Ducking under one of the Seraphims rifles E'li twisted his body and sword cleanly slicing through the creatures torso. The other Seraphim half-covered in a torn black cape shouted with mad rage "FITHLY XENO SCUM!". E'li didn't know the term Xeno, but he did know the term scum. "Creature, for that I will have your head." The two locked in eye-contact. The Seraphim dropped its rifle switching to two arc pistols and two arc blades and made its darting advance in revenge. E'li didn't move letting the shots absorb into the force shield he put up lazily with one hand. Mere metres away the Serpahim was, lustful eagerness in its eyes. The longsword blurred in a perfect arc flicking the blood off at the end of the swing. The black caped Seraphim fell apart.

E'li noted arrows that zipped past, turning quizzically to his left he saw the skilled Elven archer leaping with flowing grace across the gleaming buildings. Now properly surveying his surroundings of the market he heard screaming of an elf-folk being dragged by the invading creatures onto its ship. A blur whipped past with grappling hook in one hand and some kind of explosive-based rifle in the other.

Kris continued her assault, not even when another female elf joined the fight or when a power-armor clad warrior burst in. She noticed when her adopted son/companion, the elf Kyle, lost his right arm to a Seraphim blaster. She jumped ever more gracefully closer to him, but stood her ground when Seraphim got closer she created a thick root to strangle the one charging at her, never noticing the one behind her until she felt the arc blade go through her chest. She saw darkness as she fell; then, a faint light in the distance calling her name softly, like her deceased mother used to. She embraced the light until it was all she could see, then she felt no more.

While exploring Mytheria, Kris had told him to buy some food in the market. Kyle didn't think she had anticipated this. A ter training for a month, Kyle's speed had greatly increased; when the Seraphim jumped out of their ship, he found himself weaving through throngs of older elves, with this twin knives out. He put himself to work hacking and slashing at Seraphim limbs. Soon enough others had joined the fight; Kris on the rooftops, a beautiful Sun Elf with a rifle blasting away, and a magic user with an epic sword. While he was surveying the scene he was caught off guard. "Shit", he gasped. He felt the plasma bolt go straight through his right arm just below his shoulder, then looked down and saw his twitching, amputated arm laying on the ground. He felt blood running down his side and fell to his knees, now watching Kris, hoping she would help him.   He screamed. He watched in painfully slow time as a Seraphim advanced behind Kris with an arc blade. The next thing he saw was it protruding from her chest. She collapsed. 

Kyle let out a scream of rage. He let his anger fuel him, and decapitated the Seraphim trying to grab him from behind. He ran deliberately towards the Seraphim leader that had just killed Kris, killing every last Seraphim in his path with his one arm and knife. He didn't care that he was bleeding out; only that the Seraphim scum would pay. He locked eyes with Kris' killer, and used a spell he never had before. He threw the knife just over the Seraphim's shoulder, making it look like he only missed. However, within a split second, he had teleported where the knife was, grabbing hold of it and aiming it at the killer's throat.

Things were quickly turning to chaos, just as was natural of a Seraphim raid. The species thrived on causing chaos to smash and grab whatever it was that they needed. In this case, it was a quota of as many slaves as they could.

"Grab all the Xenos you can and escape on the dropships," Anim ordered. She watched twenty Serpahim grab two unconscious each and charge onto the dropships, taking off before anyone could stop them. In Anim's eyes, that was enough to allow her race to focus on the filthy Xenos retaliators. Even though they had far superior numbers, the enemy resistance appeared to be remarkably skilled. Anim had to forge a plan.

"Hey, Seraphim comrade," Anim called accross the chaos, "Let us conclude our business on this filthy planet and duel properly in space!" Anime then turned towards the first responder, a female elf with the bow and magic. She raised her pair of Arc-Blades in a battle cry and darted forward at a surprising speed, releasing volleys of arc rounds from her pair of pistols as she charged.

she fired a few grapples at braakk, if they were to connect he would be dragged in front of keya's gun, wich is a very undesirable place to be. she snickers ominously as she realizes she is nothing like the average sun elf, she is much stronger and has no emotions, with her being a ruthless psychopath...

ignoring Braakk she kept on butchering seraphim pirates who dared to lay their hands on any civilians they came across. if she kept this up not a single slave would be taken, just like her goddess would have wanted, this was the only way to redeem herself, but soon she decided to respond to braakk, mostly to let him know who, or what he was exactly dealing with...

"hahahah...ill have you know that of all the sun elves, im the only one that should be in chains, but im their protector, and i will stand between civilians and slavery...heheh."

as she butchered more and more pirates, the crazy, maniacal smile on her face got bigger and brighter, and she started snickering louder over time...

out of nowhere, light arrows hailed down from the sky and only one person could recognize this sneak attack style, a few seraphims got pierced by the magical arrows hailing from the sky. shortly after sylvia came into sigh as she ran over the roofs shooting down arrows at her convenience, going for headshots each time, each arrow that left her bow connected with some pirate's face. at some point she grappled one of the seraphims, reeled in and penetrated the armor with a high speed blow from the daggers on her bow, after assassinating a seraphim she heard a familiar sounding gun...

she turned her head to see her...keya, she hated keya so much for what she has done, she drew up her bow, determined to end her psychopathic drug trip of a life. she aimed at her head but before she could let go of the the arrow to kill keya she was grabbed from behind by a large seraphim and dragged to the ship, but this could help put down the entire ship as she was retracable by her employers "the immortals" so instead of squirming, she sheathed her weapons and initiated the pouch lockdown, preventing the seraphims from taking her weapons once inside the ship...

Quickly losing blood, Kyle retreated. His knife had bounced off the Seraphim's armor, and it had spun around and knocked him off the roof. He decided he would follow the murderous Sun Elf, hoping to find some more elves.

Anim, in a strange bout of good graces, chose instead to punch the elf woman in the gut and toss her aside. The xeno might have smelled disgusting, but she would make fine prey in the future.

In the meantime, many of Anim's seraphim were either laying dead in the streets, or safely loaded into one of the three remaining dropships with a mixture of newly captured slaves. The Tech-Master quickly jumped into a dropship and gave the order to take off. Their job was done there, and the new slaves would be a fine addition to their collection back on the mothership.

[End]