[Starhawk]

Don't think I'm going overboard on the Icaran's being a non-democratic society do you?

2414.2 Reflection on Victory and Death
The second to Last of the worlds of Mavin Parsis lay before the 1st fleet like a glowing jewel, frail and open for the taking, Mavin Parsis I had fallen the month before and had inflicted 30 kills upon the Icaran army, it had been the most heavily defended and heavily fought for world in Parsis but before the might of the army it was nothing. In that same month Parsis
This world would be even easier to conquer as it was a tiny world compared to the others, at least that is what captain Yu Lin hoped. She had seen her ship pounded into ashes twice, lost over a third of her crew in the battles and still more lay ahead of her and her withered crew, she couldn’t even have her ship re-crewed until they reached Wardo base and could press some of the civilian population there into service.
Hours passed and finally the Batton reached her dropship range and began launching her deadly payload towards the planet’s surface. Lin watched as 396 new energy signatures rippled from the massive troop transport , on their way to yet another glorious victory for the Empire, or at least that’s what the news would say. Any soldier who had actually seen these wars, had seen their friends and subordinates torn to shreds in battle knew that this was far from “glorious” it was grim and gruesome and disgusting, yet it was also necessary because Icara had to rule over humanity and over any other race that stood to threaten them Yu hid her frown beneath her steepled fingers, she was letting herself think grim thoughts again and silently scolded herself for allowing it. Thankfully her ship would not take part in this invasion as this target had no weapon platforms.
“Captain, landings are underway, the regiment reports only light resistance thus far, though a dropship was shot down at the LZ.” Com officer Griffin’s voice snapped Yu’s thoughts right back into the grim dark realm they had been at only a few moments before.
“Thank you Griffin.” Yu barely raised her voice loud enough to be heard as she wished she had just been allowed to fly in and glass the entire world, every Phong world, the yellow bastards had killed her father and millions of Icarans beside and news had reached her that the 3rd fleet had taken a pounding in Fornax and had lost nearly two thousand spacers. Her hands clenched into fists as she set her command repeaters to display the footage being sent up to the flagship by the ground forces.

The invasion only took three hours, Colonel Drago led his regiment against the single dome city of the Phong in a rapid blitzkrieg assault and smashed through the handful of city’s militia like a bowl of eggs crushing every ounce of resistance from the civilian population almost as quickly. Drago sent assault squads down city streets, escorted by tanks and at any sign of resistance they leveled the area with fire destroying entire buildings to kill one sniper, many of the scum actually tried to use the females and children as shields but it did them no good as the Icaran troopers shot through their “shields” without hesitation covering the streets in dead.
Because of the swift brutality of the assault it ended that much sooner, the surviving city elder surrendered his colony to the Icaran Empire and begged mercy be granted to his city, ten Icarans had died in the battle but nearly one thousand times that number died on the Phong side leaving Colonel Drago very satisfied with his men and women.

Yu burned inside, she felt it wasn’t enough, the whole damn race should be exterminated down to the Last yellow bloated headed child.
“Commander Lee, you have the bridge I’ll be in my Day Cabin.”
“Aye ma’am I have the bridge.” Lee’s smart crisp reply barely covered over his surprise at his captain’s sudden withdrawal from the bridge right as the vidstream from the surface showed the victory.

As the doors to her small Day Cabin slid shut Yu pressed the lock button,walked over to her desk and picked up a picture that she still had of Mister Midshipman William Ross, wearing the cadet gray uniform with it’s black epaulettes, and that ugly pisspot hat that cadets wore. She began to wish she was with the 3rd fleet instead of the 1st, Ross had gained such a reputation slaughtering entire fleets of Phong and destroying three Phong worlds outright, all she had done was play target to planetary defense stations and allowed her ship to get the hell beaten out of it so that a bunch of mud crunchers could take a bunch of ugly planets filled with Phong, she respected the army but they just didn’t see the death that had been wrought on her ship by protecting their landings and their "glorious victories" would not bring any of her dead back.
She put the picture aside and sat stiffly on the small couch trying to force herself to relax, once Mavin Parsis was conquered her fleet would be sent to Fornax to join the 3rd fleet in operations against the Phong and then she could finally take part in ship to ship battle like she was born to do and not just play decoy.
Slowly her muscles began to relax as she breathed deeply in a manner taught to her a the academy, Lin felt her eyelids growing heavier and rested her neck against the back of the couch taking a moment to enjoy it's soft warmth, she hadn’t slept in forty hours, not since she had learned that her battered crew was going to be sent into the grinder yet again against the world that had just been conquered and now her body was revolting against her and it felt like so much jellow as she tried to stand, she tried to fight the feeling of exhaustion and was even tempted to take a stim or neural rejuv but finally her eyes slid shut and with a Last contented breath she slipped off to sleep.