Location: Helios Prime

Estimated Time of Arrival: Two Minutes

Sergeant Shawn Marshall gritted his teeth as the shuttle craft bobbed and weaved through the upper atmosphere, while trying to avoid enemy fire and defensive positions. Even though the shuttle crafts are cloaked it still couldn't get past motion sensors that all of the enemy installations employed.

'All this goddamn technology available to us and we still trip a fuckin' motion detectors!' Shawn thought with a wryly amusement.

"Alright, twenty seconds till touchdown so lock and load boys and girls." Came from the Yuts piloting the shuttle.

Even though he was nervous, Shawn was pretty excited to just be walking again. Being able to control his own bodily functions again was one of life's pleasures that he missed the most. He was brought back to reality by the jarring motion of the shuttle touching down on the surface. Shawn leaped to his feet as a large Sgt. Major began bellowing for them to move out and take defensive positions. As his entire squad poured out of the shuttle, the weak sunlight gleamed off their combat suit armor but that soon disappeared as each of the troopers activated their stealth camouflage and soon blended in with the landscape. Patches of healthy bluish-green grass dotted the landscape, where other spots were blackened to ash. Soon Shawn realized that the enemy fire had ceased as soon as they had landed.

'Must be under their detection grid then.' He thought.

He scanned the area and saw that the enemy was concentrated near what appeared to be the last standing city. Activating the built in zoom feature of his HUD, he saw they were little more than a kilometer from the city and less then two kilometers from the Dagon force, meaning that they had landed right dab smack in the middle of a shit storm. His squad formed up near an outcropping of rocks, a plan already being constructed in his mind.

"Alright, our options are limited at the moment but their not as bad as they could be. Right now we have the element of surprise on our hands. The Dagons know we're here but not our number nor about our weapon capabilities. Sims, how many are we looking at?" Shawn directed his question to the private to his right.

"Well, my best estimate, Sir, is roughly ten thousand ground troops. Give or take a few. They also have some ATV type vehicles, something that looks a lot like a huge cannon that keeps up a ten second repeated pattern of fire directed at the shields and a few dozen hovering attack aircraft just itching for a fight." He said blandly.

"Are their troops formed up in ranks or are they in smaller squads?" Shawn asked.

"Now that you mentioned it, they are formed up in shoulder to shoulder in ranks, like we did in the revolutionary war. Which doesn't make any sense. They would be massacred by the dozens sticking together like that." The private replied showing the first signs of confusion.

"Their stupidity is our salvation people. Before we dropped our given orders were to harass the enemy at any given time we encounter them. Now we have a large supply of high tech gadgetry and some good old fashion army hardware on us. So far we have eight plasma rifles with extra battery packs, one stun baton each, ten frag grenades each, one ten inch long titanium blade each, four claymore mines in each pack. Plus a P-90 with ammo clips, C4 plastic explosives, and a few sawed off shotguns just for fun. Each squad has the same compliment as we do, so we can set up booby traps and ambushes between them and the city. Any questions?"

A private standing opposite of Shawn raised his hand. "Sir, are we using Guerilla tactics, hit'em and run then set off whatever traps we lay or are we just going to set traps and make a stand to keep them busy?"

"Hit and run, mostly. We set up the ambush at a good distance, pick off as many as we can, pull out and repeat the process as many times as we can until aerial support arrives. That won't happen until the Dagon support ships orbiting this planet are taken care of, something which is going to take a while."

"Sir, what about the Battle Droids that we've been hearing about?" A lowly private asked.

"They're being held in reserve until we whittle them down sufficiently enough. Then, Wham!," Shawn clapped his hands together, " the Dagons get a big surprise that will rip through their lines."

"Shit." Was chorused by all.

"Alright let's do it!" Shawn said.

* * * * * *

Makkari was hunkered down behind a pock marked boulder; fatigue, exhaustion, and especially fear hounded him in the near-dawn twilight. His assault rifle lay perched across the top of his knees as he watched his breath come out in small fluffy clouds. He and his squad had been on Helios Prime for ten hours, in which they were attacked at least three times by the Dagon forces. Their landing craft were lucky that they avoided the Dagon blockade while their comrades suffered the brunt of the attack. He knew deep down that the League ships were doomed and most likely he would never see his home again, only to die trying to hold off the Dagon incursion.

"Makkari, they're coming again!" said his squad mate in a strangled whisper, from his hiding place behind a stump no more than twenty paces away.

"Right then." Makkari grabbed his communicator off his web harness and gave the orders that might well be their last.

After they had landed a Dagon long sword, which are possessed by elite trooper commanders as a ceremonial accessory beheaded Sern, their squad leader. Now Makkari was now in charge by default more than choice. He knew they were low on basically everything; rations, ammunition, communications gear, even troops.

'If this is it, then I not going to be taken alive and I'm going to take a lot of the bastards with me when I do it.' Makkari thought ruefully.

"Alright boys, lets give'em something to remember us by. Lock and load. Free range, choose targets of opportunity." Makkari ordered. He thought he heard a slight whimper over the channel and thought he knew whom the whimper came from.

The sound of marching feet and boisterous calls were carried on the wind. A small horde of Dagon soldiers were drawing near their position, uncaring whether or not they were heard. In Makkari's opinion it was merely a ploy to instill fear in enemy troop and to create self-doubt in troop morale. As soon as they were in the clear the Dagon troops opened fire with energy weapons, streaks of light flowing through the air, chipping away at the landscape. Makkari and what was left of his troops returned fire and watched as a scattered few Dagons fell to the ground, with smoking holes in their now dead bodies. Unfortunately, Makkari saw a few of his men go down too, more than he would like if the truth be told. With a scream that could only be described as primal, Makkari picked up a dropped weapon and redoubled his fire with both rifles in hand. Five, ten, fifteen, twenty, they just came coming, no matter how many Makkari killed. They started to pull back away from the Dagon troops, forming a small knotted circle, making sure that none got behind them.

The Dagons laughed at their pitiful attempts, smelling that they were close to the kill. Only six men were left, their ammo running near depletion, Makkari knew that the time was near. As soon as it started, it all stopped with a click, a sounding confirmation that the last of the ammo had been spent. Several clicks, in fact, alerted the Dagons that their prey was now defenseless. A captain of their vanguard moved forward, partially stalking Makkari and his men, drawing his sword form the scabbard on his back. The captain raised his sword in a graceful arch over his head, poised to strike the killing blow.

"Any last words Humans?" The Dagon asked, barely suppressing his feral grin.

Before Makkari or his fellows could answer, a rather large blade ruptured through the captains' chest. Shock reverberated through the enemy troops, some not believing what they were seeing, others wondering how this could have happened. Before Makkari's eyes the large Dagon captain began to rise off the ground, by some unknown force, and was thrown a good twelve paces into his troop formation. That was when he saw or rather didn't see something blocking his troops from the Dagon formation. Whatever it was, you could barely make out what is was, it was humanoid in shape, but if it stopped moving you wouldn't know it was there at all.

* * * * * *

"Private, how many we got here?" asked the burly lieutenant over the combat suit comm system.

"Sir, around a hundred and twenty-six, give or take a few." The private responded and was thankful that he was able to see his comrades that their enemies could not.

"Alright, spread out. Set your plasma rifles to cover a wide spread. Activate your shields, if the situation deems it necessary. We can replace hardware, we can't replace people." Said the lieutenant.

"Yes, sir!" exclaimed his squad.

And then the fighting started to get very interesting.

* * * * * *

Makkari sat in disbelief, as small suns began to appear where the Dagon trooper had once stood. The rest of his men looked pale as the driven snow. Whole clusters of Dagons were obliterated, sometimes leaving nothing but small chunks of smoldering flesh, while other times leaving nothing but ash. The Dagon line crashed forward, unwilling to give an inch to this unseen enemy, hoping to overwhelm them with sheer numbers. The first to even get close to where the new threat might have been, were brutally assaulted, sometimes with a blade but more times than not with nothing more than physical force. Then one of the new creatures revealed itself for the first time since the fighting started and what Makkari saw frightened him to the marrow of his bones. The pale sunlight gleam off dull Grey armor splattered with blood with flicks of gore spread out here and there. An enemy soldier got too close to whatever this thing was and was wrenched from the ground in what appeared to be a vise-like grip. Its struggle lasted only for a brief moment before the solider went limp and blue blood began to foam at the corner of its' mouth. Other were enraged by this display and rushed forward to avenge their comrade only to violently slam into an invisible wall of force. The creature dropped the now dead solider and disappeared from sight again.

* * * * * *

Lieutenant Armstrong was a fighter at heart and, to a certain degree, enjoyed the thrill of fighting a large number of opponents. It reminded him of his misguided youth in east Texas, when he would be in the middle of drunken bar fight, one which he had in fact started, but that's neither here nor their. Something about fighting the Dagon set his blood to a low boil and it filled him with a certain amount of pleasure. Revealing himself to the enemy might had been a tactical miscalculation but for some reason he couldn't resist. Now though the fight brought him back to reality and the Dagons were trying to surround them, though their numbers were significantly less than what they were.

He swung his plasma rifle around to his front and adjusted the settings, narrowing the beam to the size of a quarter, took careful aim and fired at his selected target. He watched as the plasma beam leaped out of the rifle and, it seemed as if time slowed for just a fraction of a second, the beam slowly moved across the distance towards it's intended target. The beam of coherent light passed though the target searing vital organs, cooking meaty flesh, and actually boiling the targets blood. It went through three more enemy soldiers before striking a rather large moss covered boulder, which glowed white hot, and medium size chunks exploded outward, taking and even larger group of Dagons with them. Now it was over, just a quick clean up and a progress report back to command.

* * * * * *

Makkari stared in shock as the entire Dagon battalion was torn asunder, with very little was left to be buried. The air was still with no play from a breeze, but the putrid smell of rotting meat reached his nostrils, as did the smell of fecal matter. He didn't move an inch, fearing that any movement would result in his death and the death of his comrades. Suddenly, we were surrounded again, this time though it was the same soldier with friends. They appeared at once, making the transition from invisibility to visibility flawlessly, as if they had done it together a thousand times before.

"Drop your weapons and none of you will be harmed. We'll then be taking you to a secure location for debriefing." An amplified voice said, coming from what had to be the leader of this small group.

"Makkari, what do we do?" asked Bon, from my left.

"I think it's time we get out of here." Was my only reply as I got up and follow these strange soldiers to whatever destiny lay ahead of me.

* * * * * *

The small rotund man walked to the head of the hanger bay, wearing the uniform of head mechanic, and stopped in front of the large gathering of Battle droids. Once he reached where he wanted, he came to attention, cleared his throat and spoke in a deep baritone voice.

"Activate." He said, and twelve thousand Battle droids snapped to rigid attention, red ocular sensors focusing on the small man.

"State your core programming, now!" The mechanic said, without hesitation.

"No human must come into harms way, intentionally nor unintentionally, through units actions. We must defend and protect any human in danger. We may not harm any human upon penalty of deactivation. We can only be given orders from humans with proper security clearance." They all chorused together in perfect unity, in flat emotionless voices.

The small man turned his head towards to the officer approaching him. Emily nodded her head in approval and dismissed the mechanic with a word of thanks. She took the spot where the mechanic stood and all of the red 'eyes' followed her with out pause.

'Impressive, they truly look like the Cyclon Centurions.' She thought.

"Here are your orders... You will be dropped less than half a click from the city's force shield. Then you shall advance towards the enemy. Be advised, there are friendly combatants on the field as well as potential allies. When dealing with the Dagon force on the other hand," Emily paused for dramatic effect, but it was lost on the Battle droids, "kill'em all, no prisoners." Emily let a cool smile form on her face as she ordered the ten thousand Dagon soldiers to their death.

She walked out of the bay as the Battle droids snapped to attention as she passed.

* * * * * *

Shawn had lead a merry chase with the squads of Dagons his squad encountered. To his credit, the Dagons suffered large amounts of casualties, using different techniques, and were slow to adapt to the situation. The last ambush had used three Claymore mines, spread out twenty-five feet apart from each other, while a corporal and a private scoped the troop movement from half a mile away. Using their plasma rifles as a sniper rifle and picked off the officers first causing more confusion and mayhem when the blast went off. It was a true awe inspiring sight to watch five Dagons go from eventual enemies to hamburger meat in less than three seconds and shower their friends in a mist of blue blood. Shawn certainly enjoyed the second ambush, when he had strapped down enough C-4 plastic explosives to turn a large boulder into flying shards of death. This one especially crippled the morale of the enemy soldiers plus it made them jumpy as hell.

* * * * * *

Makkari watched, from a distance in a small makeshift camp, as scores of Dagons were attacked viciously. He had never seen anything of it's like before, which isn't saying much. He took note of the dead and wounded and estimated that a quarter of the enemy force had been wiped out so far. It inspired awe and just a little bit of fear towards these new people, well a lot of fear, but so far he and his men had not been mistreated. And still the Dagons kept moving forward, unwilling to surrender, paying a price for every inch of ground they took with at least three soldiers. Makkari estimated that by the time they reached the halfway point to the city at least fifty to sixty percent of the Dagon force would be annihilated. The battle strategy was ingenious to say the least. These armor people, creatures, whatever they were, would attack an enemy position fast and hard, and then disappear before the enemy knew what was going on. The plan would cut down on casualties for your own troops plus inflict maximum destruction on the unsuspecting. He hoped that he never ran a foul of these people, because he'd hate to be on the receiving end of something like this.

* * * * * *

Lieutenant Armstrong was having a grand old time on Helios. His squad had managed to slip deep in the enemy held territory, avoiding patrols of Dagons and finally made to the main encampment. Large rust colored drop ships littered the area, as surprisingly camp followers moved about the camp doing various chores. Private Griffin reported that the large cannon was a hundred yards off and was preparing to fire again at the city force shield.

"Sir, we have five minutes at best." Griffin said from his hiding place.

"How close are you to the cannon Private?" Armstrong asked, a plan forming in his head that would cause the most damage.

"About twenty yards away under some local brush as cover." Replied the Private.

"How much C-4 do you have in your pack?" Armstrong asked, excitement creeping into his voice.

"Close to three pounds. I also have two detonators, a transmitter detonator and a slapper detonator. So I take it you want me to blow this fucker to shit, eh?" Griffin asked.

"Yeah, make your way to the cannon and attach the C-4 to a main weight barring support beam or to all of support beams, but using the transmitter detonator and make your way back to me. I personally want to blow this thing to kingdom come. How long will it take for you to set up the explosives?" Armstrong asked.

"If I go now I can have them set up in two minutes tops. Then I'll make my way back to you, which will take three minutes at my top speed." Griffin answered.

"Good, make it so, Number One." Armstrong replied with a light snicker.

A groan was his only response at the corny joke but it was done with forty seconds to spare until the weapons fired again.

* * * * * *

The Dagon cannon was massive, taking up nearly five acres of land, as seventy Dagons painstakingly adjusted its aim. It also took a lot of energy to fire the large cannon, even on its lowest setting, which it was on. The gunner knew his job well, for if they took the power to a higher setting, they'd do one of two things. The resulting blast would destroy the force shield, the city and all of its inhabitants, which would have meant wasting their time on this little mudball. Or the rise in power to the underused weapon would have cause an explosion that would level the Dagon encampment, their ships and personal creating a crater the length of three football fields and one deep. An unpleasant outcome for all. Fortunately, the cannon was still on the low setting, so even if it indeed exploded, which it was all set to do, the only collateral damage would effect the immediate surrounding area. In other words; the gun emplacement, the supply area, and a large chunk of the troop temporary barracks would be blown to hell and back before anyone was the wiser.

Of course things don't go as we always plan them though, which can be contributed to Murphy's Law. 'Whatever can go wrong will go wrong.'

Lance Corporal Sitharen, happened to be moving two very thick and very heavy power cables to the side to the cannon so they would not interfere with the cannon operation. He had dropped one cable for what seemed to be the hundredth time and notice something irregular attach to the support beam of the cannon. He removed it from the beam and went to show his superior what he had found. If he had taken the time he would have found more on the other side of the cannon. He had unknowingly removed one of the key sections of C-4 that, had it gone off, collapsed the cannon, but as things were now the cannon wouldn't be destroyed as the plan foretold, it would lisp to the side and eventually fall on it's side. An inconvenience, if truth be told, but not something that couldn't be fix in an hour or two.

* * * * * *

Lieutenant Armstrong was not pleased, though he did got his 'bang', just not the one he anticipated, as he watched the massive cannon begin to tilt to the side and begin its long downward fall.

"Well, that was disappointing." He said with little enthusiasm.

"Someone must have remove part of the package before we detonated, sir. I'm sorry, I should have gotten here quicker." Griffin sounded remorsefully.

"Not your fault. They're still running around like a kicked over hill of ants though, so cheer up. The Battle droids should be dropping in any minute now." Armstrong said with full confidence. As if on cue, thousands of tiny silver figures began to descend towards the surface of Helios Prime and landed as if riding on a cloud of air, as small dusts clouds swirled about. Now the real fighting would begin.

* * * * * *

The first few thousand Battle droids linked with each other using their built-in comm systems in order to report troop movement and enemy encampments. It also gave them the advantage of coordinating their efforts so they wouldn't be caught off guard, which had a snowball's chance in hell of happening, since they had a complete sensor package installed too. They started move swiftly forward, moving at impossible speeds, towards the confused Dagon encampment hardly making a single audible sound. That ended when they encountered the fringe outer area of the camp, as bloodied screams sounded when the Battle droid tore through their enemies. The screams had alerted the rest of the camp, weapons were unslung and readied for this new attack. One group of five Dagon rushed to engage whoever was threatening their camp and came upon a lone droid standing erect challenging them with its red eye. They raised their weapons fingers going to the trigger as the droid began to move. A thirty-inch blade of titanium shot out the wrist of the Battle droid, like a striking spear, and moved as fast as lightning. The blade swung over head and made a diagonal slash through the nearest Dagon's head and the top portion of his skull slide off the severed half stump, both eyes looking frantically this way and that as they went in opposite directions. The next one was just lucky enough to be beheaded, as the droid spun around swinging the blade and a blue geyser erupted from his neck.

The next idiot had thirty inches of titanium rip through his guts and small intestines and had the blade twisted while it was pulled out, causing more damage on the way out. The last two bastards just stood their unable to move as their comrades died and were seized by two robotic hands, one now not sporting a blade. The cold metallic hands held their necks firmly and before they could even try to struggle, the droid struck their heads together in a sideways head but. This knocked their senses for a loop as their heads collided with each other but they were far from dead, stunned but not dead. The droid repeated this over and over until both skulls fractured and drove splinters of bone fragments into the others skull and small rivers of blood colored the metallic hands. It was done here and moved on to its next group of targets. It continued in this fashion for the rest of the local afternoon and the screams didn't stop until near night fall as the last of the Dagon insurgents killed slowly, lowering on a strong, but makeshift pike planted firmly into the ground. The battle for Helios Prime was over, more of a slaughter than anything else, but that didn't bother anyone much since the Dagons deserved what they received. Now the real chore would begin, in the morning of course.