- last post: 01.01.0001 12:00 AM PDT
The Celer Manus Dei follows the rest of the combined fleets to the Alien homeworld, and soon realizes that the atmosphere is resistant to bombardment.
"No matter, we'll just have to add a personal touch to their judgement. Suit up, duty calls."
The soldier nodded and prepped his equipment before uploading the coordinate data for all the queens into his suit and heading to the teleportation grid. When he arrived, he made short work of anything in his way, and was virtually untouchable because of his suit. One by one, the Alien monarchy crumbled under his assault, until none remained to challenge him, or the rest of the universe.
"Go have some fun on the surface. I'm going to try to find a way to circumvent the natural bombardment defenses planetwide. In the meantime, I believe resorting to archaic methods of bombardment is appropriate. I think tactical implosion warheads should work, no? Schedule an appointment with your teleporter in about 20 minutes, so you can watch the fireworks as the planet's crust fractures into it's core. Dolorous out."