November 14th, 2360 Andlorian Homeworld
"Dang its some kind of forcefield. We'll go around" said Korban over the com-channel. "Allright, confirmed commander" replied Grosh who was sinking into an even worse mood. "PETER, wha..." was al that came over the channel before it cut out. Grosh muttered a curse which in english would take a hole page to explain.
His 2nd best squad mate had just been hit from the clouds of missile IronWarrior unleashed."You were always the more celebrated brother. NOW it is MY time to shine!" yelled his brother as he unleashed yet another barrage of missiles. "Peter see reason, join IronPride, the Regiment is a threat to all of humanity" Korban said back as his shields absorbed the missiles. Another cloud of missiles, better programmed, nagivagated around his shield and pummeled his back and shoulders. Korban lurched forward in his seat and into the console. Trying to recover he noticed his front shields were down. A.R.C.'s punnmled the front of his Suit, some rounds just barely missing his actual head. "Were's all your skill and power now brother!" Peter said mockingly. James took advantage of his brother's pause and unloaded every thing he had into wear he believed the translation drive to be. IronWarrior plummeted to the ground, but not before an addition cloud of missiles crippled his right leg and tore the suit's arm clean off. Korban gritted his teeth as he brother's suit slowly got up. Both suit's looked like scrap heaps ready to be melted down. He was not gonna die hear on the opposite side of the galaxy. He took what remaining power his suit would give him and unloaded every last round into his brother's suit. Unfortunately his right chest fun jammed and imploded, forcing him to the ground. If the emergency systems still worked, they would have been flashing. But Korban knew his core was about to overload. He had to eject. Suddenly he felt a rush of air as he flew free from his suit as it's core imploded. "goodby old budy" said Korban grimly as his suit was no more
IronPride, meanwhile was taking a beating. The Hellbringer, the remains of Korban's and Dru'Kul's squad was almost completely destroyed. The Regiment had suffered light casualties and was about to make its advance when Mike Corvin attempted to kill 2 DarkTemplar II's, but failed and was forced to retreat to former enemy lines. "What are you doing, smooth-skin." Grosh said harshly as he blocked his path with his runeblade, flaming with energy. "I have seen the error of my ways" was all Corvin could say as the IronPride was forced to retreat from the sudden arrival of the ALPHA. Battlesuit.
But something else was brewing, far below their position. and it had smelled food, and it now hungered.