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_ THE UNION WILL LIVE ON. DIRETOR ABOVE SAVE US_
The Director of Peace, or simply the Director as he was often known, looked out of his office in the People's palace over the cratered surface of his capital. Once proud skyscrapers now tilted in a grotesque fashion, their shattered remains stark against the backdrop of a burning skyline. Railguns fired relentlessly, lighting up the atmosphere above, the thousands of trench lines laying out through the landscape lying in between buildings. It was undeniable: his reign over the Universal Union was ending, as Allied Ships fired upon the planet from orbit, their numbers almost limitless.
“All I did was try to institute peace. They have NO IDEA WHAT I WENT THROUGH. THE HORRORS I HAVE SEEN!” His hand began to shake as all the pent-up rage he had carefully suppressed over the centuries finally erupted. His calm facade melted away, revealing the fury beneath. “I HAD WORLDS ELIMINATED, RELIGIONS WIPED, PEOPLE EXTERMINATED ALL FOR THE COMMON GOOD, FOR THE WILL OF ALL, TO PROTECT THE PEOPLE AND BRING PEACE TO ALL! AND ALL I GET IN RETURN IS SOME DAMN INGRATES DESTROYING ALL MY PROGRESS, ALL MY SACRIFICES FOR SO-CALLED FREEDOM!”
With a roar, he flung his fists towards the table, the combined force destroying it entirely. The structure below trembled as the floor began to crack and fall. Ever since he genetically altered himself a millennium ago to possess the strength of an old roman god, incidents like these had become almost routine during his fits of anger.
He stood still for a moment, his fist frozen mid-air as he contemplated the choices he had made over the past 1,000 years. Had the extermination of thousands of worlds, religions, countries, and races really been necessary? Had allying with horrid entities and empires beyond human comprehension been worth it? While his actions did guarantee peace, order, and stability as he had promised, was the cost—the lives taken, the races and religions left to permanently hate him—truly justified? Could it all have been avoided?
No, it couldn’t be. His plan was faultless. It was the dream he needed to accomplish—a dream a boy had on a planet stricken with nuclear fallout to his sick and dying mother, to bring peace and prosperity to all...
He fell into his chair, his gaze returning to the devastated capital. A once gleaming dystopia now filled with war and death, as destroyers and battleships above rained hell upon the remaining S.T.A.C.C. troopers below fighting for their dear lives amongst the rubble and the burning carcasses of the Unions tanks and mechs laid in shame. No, he hadn't been right in the end. He had become his own monster, the very thing he once sought to destroy. Now, he needed to own up to his mistakes.
"Sir, you ordered me up to your office, sir?"
The Universal Union’s Minister of the People had arrived. The Director thought, now it's time to hand over the torch and start anew. Moving out of his position, he approached the minister, his menacing aura masking his simple intentions.
"Sit down, Pierce. We have much to discuss."
“Sir, yes sir.” The minister, typically worried whenever summoned by the Director, sensed a different kind of anger this time—not directed at him, but at someone else. He sat down in one of the surviving chairs, bracing for the conversation.
The Director, clad in an ornate uniform that once symbolized his authority and power, now looked weathered and worn. His uniform was a deep, regal black with golden accents, adorned with medals and insignias representing his conquests and achievements. His cape, once pristine, was now tattered and soot-stained, the fabric heavy with the weight of countless battles and his old life support systems wrapped around his body signaling his continued fight against age and death itself.
Pierce, on the other hand, wore a simpler uniform. His attire was practical, designed for function rather than form. It was a dark blue ensemble, fitted with various pockets and compartments. The fabric was durable, built to withstand the rigors of war and leadership. Despite its simplicity, it bore the emblem of the Universal Union, a symbol of unity and strength.
"I will not be frank with you, Pierce, old friend. The Universal Union is living on borrowed time." The Director stared out the window at the empty city, the war raging outside, ground being lost on all fronts. "I am living on borrowed time. This grand nation, once spanning multiple universes, has failed to achieve the unity and peace it set out to accomplish, I am a failure in what I wanted to have accomplished and for that, I need someone to take up the mantle as I am cast aside."
Pierce looked at the Director in confusion. Admitting failure was something unheard of from the Director, known for making the best decisions no matter the cost. Seeing him confess this now was shocking. "I guess we really are running out of time," Pierce thought, the explosions outside synchronizing with his thoughts.
“But Sir,” the minister said after collecting his thoughts, “I am unworthy to do such a task. Choose one of your generals; they have as much, and possibly even more, wisdom from their liberations of the peoples across all universes.”
The Director shook his head, a hint of sorrow in his eyes. "Pierce, you have always been loyal and dedicated. This is not about wisdom alone; it is about understanding the people and their needs. You have that gift."
Pierce swallowed hard, the weight of responsibility settling on his shoulders. "I... I will do my best, Sir."
The Director nodded, his expression softening momentarily. "I know you will. Now, there is one last thing I need you to do for me."
Pierce leaned forward, listening intently.
"Gather the remaining council members and prepare for evacuation. The Allied forces will breach our defenses soon, and I do not want any more lives lost. Ensure that our knowledge, our history, and our values are preserved. We may have failed in our grand vision, but there is still hope for a future built on the lessons we've learned."
He moved forward to the window once again looking out towards the destruction, a squadron of Checkmate fighters flew by the window probably of to fight off the coming tide that was the Allied forces.
"I have a fleet on standby you will take control of the fleet and safeguard our citizens. You know our back up plan, the station?"
The minister nodded
"Then you know its time."
Pierce stood up a faraway look now present now in his eyes, saluting the Director. "It will be done, Sir."
As Pierce left the room, the Director turned back to the window, watching the destruction unfold. He knew his time was coming to an end, but he took solace in the fact that his legacy, flawed as it was, would be carried forward by those who believed in the ideals of unity and peace.
The Director placed a hand on Pierce's shoulder, a rare gesture of camaraderie. "Thank you, Pierce. You have always been a beacon of hope and strength. Lead our people with the same dedication and compassion you have shown throughout your service."
Pierce felt a surge of pride and determination. "I will not let you down, Sir. I will carry the torch forward and strive to build a future worthy of our dreams."
Just as he was returning to his seat, a typical S.T.A.C.C. soldier ran in, hyperventilating, his helmet with his augmented reality headset charred and his black armor battered, his REAPER laser rifle, one of the older generations partially broken in his hands. "Sir, the Allied forces have breached the outer defenses! We need immediate orders!"
The Director stood tall; his demeanor composed despite the chaos. "Calm yourself, soldier. Evacuate all non-combat personnel and ensure the preservation of all critical data. I will buy you as much time as possible."
The soldier nodded, saluting before rushing out of the room to carry out his orders.
As he turned around a door opened up an old metal door that he thought he would never ever see its use but now during these risky and unknown times its seemed its purpose had finally come into hand.
The Director took a deep breath, feeling the weight of his thousand years of rule. He knew this was the end of an era, but perhaps, just perhaps, it was also the beginning of a new one.
United Universes of America Marine Private Jackson and his unit had finally breached the outer defenses of the capital. The air was thick with the acrid smell of smoke and ozone, the sounds of battle raging all around them as S.t.a.c.c soldiers fell their old, battered equipment not being able to handle the full-on assault towards the center of the capital.
"Keep moving! We need to secure the central plaza!" Sergeant Reynolds barked over the chaos.
The soldiers ran for the central plaza of the capital right in front of the giant grey pyramid where the director resided in the people's palace if he remembered correctly a stupid name seeing how the whole thing was a damn dictatorship he thought.
The massive thing stood up miles in the air ominously, he supposed that it had to be ominous since the whole thing just kind of oozed "hey I'm an evil leader and this is my le evil palace".
Allied High command had issued the order to secure the palace for quote on quote “Propaganda purposes” to show the people at home that the war was well and truly other and that the United Universes of America had won the war putting their country above all the rest in the allied forces.
So, for that Jackson and his comrades pressed forward, their eyes scanning the devastated landscape for any signs of remaining enemy forces. But what they witnessed next was beyond anything they had ever imagined.
“You would think that high command would at least give us some Assault support to cover us in the Air” a soldier in the back muttered
Sargeant Renyolds replied quickly as he walked around the corpse of an old Checkmate its body still wrapped in flames from its previous skirmish with allied forces, those crazies in high command don't think there's any surprises left so they're just sending us, personally I think its death mission”
Jackson kept his gaze forward and walked forward in the zone his face contorted into one of surprise “Sir why in the hell do you believe that intel told us that their-
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“GET TO COVER MEN!!!”
The Marines frantically moved around getting behind their tanks and apcs as they scrambled for cover as the massive behemoth that was the people's palace began to crumble
The Sargent laughed as he ran behind the tank with his fellow soldiers
“HA HA , I WAS RIGHT THOSE BASTARDS ALWAYS HAVE A ACE UP THEIR SLEEVE”
The men looked up in pure terror as the Pyramid collapsed Its massive block like features flying out at the forces making the men reach for covering/
Towering above the shattered skyline, a massive mech suit emerged from the heart of the capitol building, its silhouette illuminated by the fires of destruction. The ground trembled with each step it took, the capital itself seemingly melting as the massive thing emerged from the enormous pyramid.
The soldiers peaked behind their tanks at the monstrous object before them aloof them in terror of what was before them
"What the hell is that?!" Corporal Sanchez shouted, his voice filled with a mix of awe and terror.
"It's the Director!" one of the American soldiers replied, his enhanced Xray vision in his built in helmet optics confirming their worst fears. "He's in that thing!"
Its massive form looked dead ahead toward them—the final battle had come.
"Sir, I've seen this thing before," a masked union soldier ran up behind him. He probably would have known him if it weren't for the tags on his armor being burnt and shot up during a previous skirmish. "During our campaigns on their homeworlds 20 years ago, they brought out that thing as a bloody deterrent. Worked most of the time too, bloody wiped out the 5th and 4rth fleets over on Charity."
If out a doubt when hearing that news Reynolds scrambled to the nearest radio
"All units, concentrate fire on the mech!" Sergeant Reynolds ordered, his voice steady despite the growing sense of dread.
The mech was a marvel of engineering, bristling with an array of weapons designed for mass destruction. Its arms were equipped with multi-barrel rotary cannons, capable of firing thousands of rounds per minute. Missile pods lined its shoulders, each containing a payload of homing missiles that could track and annihilate targets with deadly precision. The mech's legs were fortified with energy shields, capable of deflecting even the most powerful attacks.
As the allied tanks and artillery opened fire, their shells and energy blasts converged on the towering mech. The Director was prepared. With a swift motion, the mech raised its arm, a massive cannon extending from its forearm. The rotary cannons unleashed a torrent of shells, cutting through the allied ranks like a scythe through wheat. Missiles shot forth from the pods, their trails streaking across the sky before detonating in fiery explosions.
"Fall back! Fall back!" Sergeant Reynolds shouted, trying to rally his troops in the face of the onslaught.
A blinding beam of energy shot forth from the mech's main cannon, slicing through the allied forces marching through the streets and reducing entire city blocks to rubble. The shockwave from the blast knocked soldiers off their feet, their ears ringing from the deafening explosion.
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Private Jackson scrambled to his feet, his heart pounding in his chest. "We can't hold this position! We need to regroup!"
The mech’s speakers boomed across the battlefield, making every allied soldier quake in their boots. "YOU MAY HAVE WON THE WAR, BUT I WON’T DIE WITHOUT A FIGHT!"
The Director’s voice echoed with a chilling finality, the mech’s eye glowing with an unyielding resolve. The allied soldiers, superhumans and mortals alike, stared in stunned silence, realizing that their greatest challenge was yet to come.
Sergeant Reynolds clenched his jaw, determination flashing in his eyes. "We need to take that thing down, no matter the cost. For the sake of our fallen comrades, for the freedom we've fought for, we can't let the Director have the final word."
The battle raged on, the allied forces regrouping and launching a coordinated assault on the mech. Tanks fired their main cannons, artillery rained down from above, and superhuman soldiers leaped into the fray, using their enhanced abilities to outmaneuver the mech’s devastating attacks. Yet, despite their efforts, the Director’s resolve remained unbroken, his mechanical titan standing tall amidst the chaos.
As the fight continued, Private Jackson found himself face-to-face with the towering mech, its shadow casting a dark pall over the battlefield. "This is it," he thought.
Modified Abrams tanks and the new Firefly APCs (an old combo of the bottom of the ancient lav25 and the top of a Red back apc) charged at the mech, their cannons roaring to life and missiles and lasers charging and launching at the massive machine. Explosions lit up the night as they fired, but the mech's armor was too strong. Bullets and shells bounced off it harmlessly, leaving only minor dents.
"Fire everything we have at that thing!" Sergeant Reynolds commanded, desperation creeping into his voice. The urgency was palpable, and it echoed in the hearts of his men as they prepared for the inevitable clash. The tanks and APCs unleashed a barrage of rockets, the sky filled with trails of smoke and fire. For a fleeting moment, the mech staggered under the onslaught, its massive frame shifting unsteadily. But then, like a vengeful titan, it retaliated with devastating force. Its arm cannons spun up with a menacing whir, releasing a hail of energy bolts that tore through the vehicles like paper, leaving nothing but twisted metal and flames in their wake.
"GET DOWN!!!” Reynolds shouted, his voice rising above the chaos as the mech advanced, its footsteps echoing ominously against the ground. Each thudding step resonated like the beating of a war drum, instilling fear in the hearts of the soldiers. Jackson fired his rifle at the mech, but it felt like trying to stop a tidal wave with a pebble. He watched in horror as the mech crushed a tank underfoot, the metal screeching in protest, the sound a chilling reminder of their vulnerability.
"Jackson, on your sixth!" called Corporal Davis, his voice strained, cutting through the clamor of war. Jackson turned just in time to see an enemy soldier aiming at him, probably waiting until the mech started to mess with the Allied forces. Time slowed as he fired first, the enemy collapsing in a heap, a grim testament to the chaos surrounding them. "Thanks, Davis," Jackson panted, adrenaline coursing through his veins like fire, fueling his resolve.
The mech continued its relentless advance, shrugging off attacks from all sides as if they were mere annoyances. "We can't stop it," muttered Private Lee, his voice filled with despair, the weight of their predicament settling heavily on him. "We have to buy time," Reynolds responded firmly, his determination unwavering. "Hold your ground!"
The soldiers regrouped, using the wreckage as cover. They fought with every ounce of strength they had, but it quickly became clear they were losing ground. The mech was an unstoppable force, a juggernaut of destruction, and their weapons were little more than a distraction.
"We need air support, now!" Reynolds yelled into his radio, his voice barely audible over the din of battle, a plea in the face of overwhelming odds. But even as they waited for reinforcements, Jackson knew their chances were slim. The mech was a harbinger of destruction, and they were mere mortals standing in its path.
“Holy crap are you serious? a fighter isn't gonna do a thing to that, we need to call up a super. Can you call Command if we have any available?” Jackson said, turning towards Reynolds, explosions blazing in the background, each one a reminder of their precarious situation.
Reynolds, his face set in grim determination, scattered to find the radio, his eyes scanning the battlefield for any sign of hope. He found a clunky old radio near a totaled Firefly APC, its once-bright green paint now dulled by soot and debris.
“We don't have any on standby right now, sir. They're all engaged!” he replied, urgency lacing his words. “The closest we have is an Omega-class super; the rest are engaged in battles across the Capital dealing with enemy armor units or with the rest of Supers on the UNION'S side.”
Jackson's heart sank at the news. They were on their own against an enemy that seemed invincible. The mech loomed closer, its glowing sensors scanning for threats, and Jackson could feel the weight of despair beginning to settle in around them. Would they be able to hold on long enough for help to arrive, or would they become just another footnote in the annals of war? The odds were stacked against them, and yet, amidst the chaos, a flicker of determination ignited within him. They might be outgunned, but they would fight for every inch, for every breath. This was their field, and they wouldn’t yield without a fight.
Within the command center of his towering mech, the Director surveyed the battlefield with cold, calculating eyes. The screens around him displayed chaos—fires blazing, soldiers clashing, and the destruction of the once-proud capital. But his attention was fixed on a single blip on the radar, approaching at an impossible speed.
Dr. Justice.
The Omega-class superhuman known as Dr. Justice was a symbol of hope and resistance for the allied forces after single handedly outright defeating a UNION invasion force when invading universe 245 . With laser vision, super speed, and super strength, he was a force to be reckoned with.He had never fought the man but he had fought other heroes and ancients before, he knew that even the mightiest could fall.
"So, the hero finally arrives," the Director muttered, a smirk curling his lips. "IT HAS BEEN AN ETERNITY SINCE I LAST FOUGHT A SUPER.” A maniacal smile consumed his face. “Let's see if you can withstand the full power of my creation."
Dr. Justice appeared in a blur, his cape billowing behind him as he flew straight toward the mech. His fists glowed with energy as he slammed into the mech's energy shield, causing it to ripple but not break.
"Impressive, but not enough," the Director taunted, his voice amplified through the mech's speakers.
"Director! This ends now!" Dr. Justice shouted, his voice filled with determination. "I'll stop you, no matter the cost!"
With a roar, Dr. Justice unleashed his laser vision, twin beams of red energy lancing out from his eyes. They struck the mech's shield, causing it to flicker and strain, but it held strong. The beams continued past the shield, carving a path of destruction through the city. Buildings crumbled, their foundations melting under the intense heat. Sections of the city were reduced to smoldering ruins, the devastation leaving hundreds of allied and union troops scrambling for cover, many of them caught in the deadly crossfire.
"You'll have to do better than that, hero," the Director sneered, launching a volley of missiles from the mech's shoulder pods.
Dr. Justice darted through the air, dodging the missiles with superhuman agility. He closed the distance in an instant, his fists blazing as he pounded against the mech's shield. Each blow sent shockwaves rippling through the city, the very ground trembling under the force of their clash. The shockwaves toppled buildings, creating more casualties among the troops below.
"Why won't you break?!" Dr. Justice cried out, frustration clear in his voice as he redoubled his efforts.
"Because I am the Director, THOSE WHO STAND IN MY WAY FALL!" the Director replied, his voice dripping with arrogance. "AND YOU SHALL FALL LIKE THE REST OF THOSE WHO DARED CHALLENGE THY MIGHT!"
With a swift motion, the Director activated the mech's rotary cannons and anti air defences that littered the mech. Bullets sprayed out in a deadly arc, but Dr. Justice weaved through them with ease, his super speed making him a blur of motion. Yet, every missed shot found new targets among the soldiers on the ground, further decimating the allied and union ranks.
"You can't hide behind that shield forever!" Dr. Justice shouted, his fists blazing with energy as he continued his assault.
"I don't need to hide," the Director retorted. "I have the power to crush you!"
The battle raged on, the two titans clashing with an intensity that shook the capital to its core. Dr. Justice's attacks were relentless, his fists and laser vision pounding against the mech's shield. But no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't break through.
"Give up, Justice!" the Director taunted. "Your efforts are futile!"
The both of them were flying through the air crashing into multiple buildings as the fight continued
"Never!" Dr. Justice roared, his eyes blazing with fury. "For what I was told about you, you have fallen from grace, director , a mighty god like man reduced to hiding behind a metal suit I believe…..I believe YOU ARE THE ONE WHO NEEDS TO SURRENDER !"
The Director's smirk widened as he activated the mech's secret weapon. A hidden compartment opened, revealing a massive energy cannon. The air crackled with power as it charged, the very atmosphere seeming to tremble in anticipation.
"You may be strong, but you're not invincible," the Director said, his voice cold and menacing. "Behold the true power of my creation!"
Dr. Justice's eyes widened as he saw the cannon aimed directly at him he heard about the rumors about a weapon capable of wiping out planets, right before him was the same weapon that he had heard in intelligence briefings. "No... I won't let you!"
He surged forward with renewed determination he flew off the ground , his fist outwards and pointing towards , but it was too late. The cannon fired, a beam of pure energy cutting through the air and striking Dr. Justice with unrelenting force. The impact sent him crashing through buildings, the cityscape erupting in a cataclysmic explosion. Entire sections of the city were vaporized, the ground beneath them obliterated. Troops caught in the blast were instantly incinerated, leaving behind a landscape of utter devastation the ground forces surrounding the entirety of the planet were all annihilated .
As the dust settled, the Director's gaze swept over the destruction he had wrought. A whole section of the capital lay in ruins, the once-proud planet reduced to a smoldering wasteland.
"You fought well, Dr. Justice," the Director murmured, a hint of respect in his voice. "But in the end, this world belongs to me."
Within the cockpit of his towering mech, the Director's eyes widened as he looked to the sky. His heart pounded as he saw the Union fleet, his final hope for restarting the Union, surrounded by Allied ships. Realizing his plan was in jeopardy, he knew he had to act swiftly.
"I won't let them destroy everything I've built," he muttered, his voice filled with determination.
The mech's thrusters roared to life, propelling it into the sky with breathtaking speed, the power itself moving the entirety of the planet in orbit, with the few ground forces of the Allied movement caught holding on to the shaking planet. As it soared into the clouds, it streaked past fighter jets, leaving a sonic boom in its wake. The shockwave disrupted nearly all flying aircraft over the planet, sending them spiraling out of control. The sky began to fade and now he was in the finally outer layer in the atmosphere, the blackness of space expanding on for miles as he tried to reach the fleet
With fierce determination, the Director made the mech draw a massive dark energy sword. The blade hummed with deadly energy as he approached the Allied ships in the upper atmosphere. With a single, fluid motion, he swung the plasma sword, cleaving the first Allied ship in half. Explosions erupted as the ship's hull was torn apart, debris raining down in a fiery cascade.
"One down," the Director smirked. "Let's see how many more I can take."
He didn't pause. The second ship met the same fate, the plasma sword slicing through it like butter. The third ship tried to evade its massive 3 kilometer body trying to move out of the way, but the Director's mech was relentless. He swung the sword with devastating force, cutting the ship in half and leaving behind a trail of destruction.
The display of power caught the attention of the massive Allied fleet—200,00 carriers, battleships, and cruisers, destroyers and various frigates all of different sizes and magnitudes turned their sights on him, their auto cannons, rail cannons, lazer defenses and Dark matter weaponry shifting to face towards him. The Director knew they would now take him more seriously after defeating the hero, now the real fight would begin. His mech, a colossal machine about 20 miles in length, faced off against thousands of fighter aircraft, missiles, and high-accelerated rounds, even nukes launched towards him.
"This is it," the Director said, his voice resolute. "For the Union!"
The sky lit up with the fire of countless weapons, the Allied forces unleashing their full might against the Director. Missiles and lasers streaked toward him, the air thick with explosions.
"Your efforts are futile!" the Director roared, deflecting the attacks with the plasma sword. The blade glowed brightly, cutting through the onslaught with ease.
"Is that all you've got?" he taunted, swinging the sword in a wide arc. "I expected more from the mighty Allied fleet!"
Suddenly, several nuclear missiles locked onto his position. The Director's eyes narrowed as he saw them approaching. With incredible agility, he maneuvered the mech through the barrage, dodging the nukes with precision. The missiles continued past him, descending towards the planet's surface below.
The ground erupted in colossal explosions as the nukes detonated, creating towering mushroom clouds and decimating entire sections of the city. The shockwaves rippled through the atmosphere, leaving devastation in their wake.
Amidst the chaos, a squadron of SF-23 fighters (a atmospheric and space fighters based on the old Sea widow concept from the 90s) broke off from the main fleet, their engines roaring as they closed in on the Director's mech. The Director smirked, his eyes gleaming with confidence.
"Fools," he muttered. "They have no idea what they're up against."
The space fighters launched a coordinated attack, missiles and energy blasts converging on the mech. With a swift motion, the Director swung the plasma sword, the blade slicing through the fighters with lethal precision. The explosions lit up the sky as the wreckage of the space fighters rained down on the capital below.
As the SF-23 fighters was swatted down, the Director's gaze was drawn to a massive figure descending from the heavens. A god-like entity, radiating power and fury.
"Zeus," the Director whispered, recognizing the ancient deity. "So, the ancients themselves have come to stop me."
Zeus's hand, seemingly filled with the light of stars, descended to strike the Director down. "Director, your reign of terror ends now!" Zeus's voice boomed, echoing across the void.
"Not if I have anything to say about it!" the Director shouted, gripping the plasma sword tightly. "Let's see what you've got,you old hag!"
With a flash, Zeus launched his attack, stars swirling around his hand as he struck. The Director met him head-on, their clash sending shockwaves through space. The impact was colossal, the energy of their battle illuminating the darkness.
"You're strong, Zeus, but not strong enough!" the Director taunted, his plasma sword glowing with maximum power. "For the Union!"
The fight was like something out of a legend. They moved with blinding speed, each strike sending ripples of energy through the cosmos. Buildings below crumbled under the sheer force of their blows, the city shaking as if caught in a storm. As they clashed, Zeus unleashed bolts of lightning, the celestial energy arcing towards the Director.
"Feel the wrath of the gods!" Zeus roared, his eyes blazing with divine fury.
The Director deftly dodged the lightning bolts, but not all of them missed. Several bolts struck Allied ships, adding to the confusion and carnage. Explosions rocked the fleet as lightning seared through hulls, the once-coordinated assault descending into chaos this included the moon above the planet which as of now sat shattered as the impacts of the lightning bolts destroyed what the center of S.T.A.C.C once stood .
"You cannot defeat me, mortal!" Zeus roared, his hand descending like a comet.
"Watch me!" the Director retorted, swinging his sword with all his might. The blade met Zeus's hand, the clash creating a burst of light that momentarily blinded all who saw it.
"I've faced ancients before, Zeus, after all it was I who killed your children!" the Director declared, his voice filled with unyielding resolve.
"YOU BASTARD," Zeus replied, his eyes blazing with celestial fire not noticing as he rushed towards the villain that he left himself perfectly open to an attack
With one final, powerful swing, the Director struck Zeus down, the energy of the plasma sword piercing through the god-like entity. The impact created a temporal distortion, a black hole forming where Zeus' body had been shattering the moon behind the Ancient one and smashing the surrounding ships around the battle site, their hulls creaking and shifting, the event horizon swallowing them whole.
"For the Union," the Director murmured as the darkness consumed him. He felt a strange sense of peace as the void closed in, knowing he had protected his friends and continued the legacy of his nation.
His mech was torn apart, the once-mighty machine reduced to atoms. The Director's consciousness faded, but his last thoughts were of the Union, and he had hoped for the day that it would rise again from its ashes.
Above the planet, within the main allied command vessel, the Allied Generals and admirals gazed down at the scene unfolding below. The capital, battered and broken, slowly drifted toward the black hole, its gravity pulling in the wreckage from the battle. The sight was both awe-inspiring and deeply tragic.
Troops and commanding officers aboard the vessel began to celebrate the death of the Director, their cheers filling the air. But the Generals quickly hushed them, their expressions somber.
General Hawke stepped forward, his voice carrying the weight of their heavy losses. "This is no time for celebration," he said sternly, his voice cutting through the noise. "More than 99% of our landing forces perished on the planet's surface. Over 20% of our fleet has been destroyed. Millions are dead."
The realization of their losses settled over the room like a heavy shroud. The jubilation faded, replaced by a sober understanding of the cost of their victory.
"We must ensure that no Union troops survive," Admiral Drake continued, his gaze steely and determined. "This war will end when we have eradicated all those who stand with the Union. Tyranny will never reign on our worlds again."
He paused, letting the weight of his words sink in. "We fight for the freedom of our worlds, for the future of our children. We fight so that no tyrant can ever impose their will upon us again and this my friends is just the beginning of our liberation!!"
The troops listened intently, their faces reflecting a mixture of grief and determination. They understood the gravity of the situation, the immense sacrifices that had been made. But they also felt a renewed sense of purpose, a burning desire to see their mission through to the end.
"First, we need to evacuate all remaining surviving troops in the capital," General Hawke continued. "We cannot afford to lose any more lives. Every soldier out there is a hero, and we owe it to them to ensure their safety."
Admiral Drake turned to the communication officers. "Send out the evacuation order immediately. All units are to retreat from the capital and regroup at designated extraction points. Move quickly and efficiently. We don't have much time before the black hole consumes the entire area."
The communication officers sprang into action, relaying the evacuation order to all units on the ground. The troops in the capital, battered and exhausted, began their retreat, guided by the promise of safety and the knowledge that their efforts were not in vain.
"Our victory today came at a great cost, but we must honor the memory of our fallen comrades by continuing to fight for the cause they believed in," General Hawke said. "We will track down the remaining Union forces. We will root out their supporters. And we will ensure that tyranny never has a foothold in our worlds again."
General Drake added, "This is not the end of our struggle. This is but a chapter in a much larger story. We must remain vigilant, strong, and united. Together, we will build a future where freedom and justice prevail."
The troops, now silent and resolute, saluted their Generals. The bridge once again filled with noise
Onboard the command vessel, the Generals monitored the evacuation closely. They knew that every second counted, that every life mattered. They watched as the remaining troops were extracted, their hearts heavy with the weight of their decisions.
"All units, report status," General Hawke commanded, his voice firm but weary.
"Evacuation is proceeding as planned," came the response from the communication officers. "All units are retreating to the extraction points. Estimated time to completion: five minutes."
"Good," General Drake said, nodding. "Keep me updated on any changes. We can't afford any delays."
As the minutes ticked by, the Generals maintained their vigilant watch. The black hole's pull grew stronger, the destruction below more pronounced. But they remained focused on their mission, determined to see it through.
"Extraction complete," an officer finally reported. "All surviving troops have been evacuated."
A collective sigh of relief filled the command room. But the Generals knew their work was far from over.
"Now we must turn our attention to the Union fleet," General Hawke said. "We need to find them, track them, and ensure they don't regroup."
General Drake nodded. "Prepare the fleet for pursuit. We can't let them escape. We have to end this war once and for all."
The communication officers relayed the orders, the command vessel buzzing with activity. The Allied fleet, though battered and bruised, prepared for the next phase of their mission.
As the last remnants of the capital were consumed by the black hole, the Generals reflected on the cost of their victory. They knew that the road ahead would be long and arduous, but they were determined to see it through. For the sake of their fallen comrades, for the future of their worlds, they would continue to fight to the very end.
Space Fighters of the Great Multiversal War
Length: 16.5 meters
Wingspan: 10 meters (collapsible for hangar storage)
Height: 4.2 meters
Overview:
The SF-23 "Widow II" is a highly adaptable multi-role space superiority fighter developed by the Allied Systems Defense Initiative (ASDI) to counter the growing threat of the Universal Union’s incursion into contested space. The craft is inspired by the legendary Sea Widow, a 90s-era atmospheric fighter, but redesigned with cutting-edge zero-gravity maneuverability and advanced propulsion for deep-space engagements.
twin graviton pulse engines, the SF-23 can execute rapid acceleration bursts and sharp vector changes in space, making it one of the most agile starfighters in the Allied fleet. The addition of micro-thruster arrays allows it to hover in low-gravity environments and perform controlled VTOL landings on asteroids, space stations, or planetary surfaces.
Weaponry & Systems:
- Twin Plasma Coil Cannons – Fast-firing energy weapons that superheat plasma for high-velocity shots, effective against shields and armor.
- EMP Disruptor Missiles – Designed to disable enemy electronics and targeting systems for hit-and-run tactics.
- Photon Lance Cannon – A high-powered, chargeable energy beam for capital ship engagements.
- Advanced Cloaking Array – Uses phased light-bending tech for limited invisibility in battle.
- Adaptive Shielding – Can redistribute power between front, rear, or full-body shields in real-time.
- AI-Assisted Targeting System – Linked with pilot neural interface for precision tracking and firing.
Length: 18.2 meters
Wingspan: 12.5 meters (variable geometry)
Height: 5.1 meters
Overview:
The Checkmate SF-X9 is a formidable VTOL-enabled space fighter developed by the Universal Union through stolen schematics of an advanced Russian aerospace prototype from a conquered alternate universe. The Union’s engineering corps reverse-engineered and enhanced the design, integrating gravitic stabilizers and dark matter fusion engines, allowing for unparalleled thrust-vectoring and atmospheric control.
brute-force dominance, favoring firepower and armor over agility. It is typically deployed in squadron formations, using overwhelming force to crush enemy fighters and enforce Union control over newly conquered sectors. Its modular hardpoints allow it to be customized for different combat scenarios, from interceptor roles to heavy assault missions.
Weaponry & Systems:
- Kinetic Singularity Cannons – Fires super-dense projectiles accelerated by artificial singularities, allowing for extreme penetration through shields and hulls.
- Havoc Missile Pods – Swarm-based missile systems that lock onto multiple targets at once.
- Gravitic Beam Lance – A tractor-beam-based weapon that can either pull enemies into range or tear apart armor by exerting crushing pressure.
- EMP Ion Disruptors – Disables enemy electronics and shield generators.
- Self-Regenerating Nanite Armor – Can repair minor damage in real time.
- Quantum Phase Drive – Allows for short-range teleportation to evade attacks.