
Unfortunately, Zenith-04 has also happened to cross the unerring march of the Bl'argh Star Empire's expeditionary force, which seeks to conquer and assimilate all living creatures into their superior, genetically-engineered army. Outnumbered and outgunned, the Blacktron have no choice but to evacuate; or make a desperate last stand.


Blacktron trooper: 'Sir, I have signaled the nearest craft, the Terror's Hammer. Unfortunately, it will take them a while before they could reach close enough to do an orbital recall.'
Malus Voidcrusher: 'Excellent soldier, stand down.'

Malus Voidcrusher: 'Alright, listen up! Our enemies may outnumber us, but that doesn't mean they also have the upper hand! We are proud warriors and will defend this station while the Terror's Hammer arrives. Are you ready to fight and take down as many xenos as possible?'

Blacktron troopers, in unison, along with the synthetized voice of Maimtrons: 'SIR YES SIR!'
Malus Voidcrusherr: 'Excellent -I'm glad to see that not only those with mechanically-reinforced spines are brave enough to stand their ground.'
Suddenly, loud metallic footsteps, accompanied by many others running by foot can be heard closing in:

Spyrian mech pilot: 'You will not fight this battle alone Voidcrusher!'
Malus Voidcrusher: 'Spyrians?'

Rosanna Firestar: 'Aye, the name's Rosanna Firestar - our craft has been taken down by these vile aliens, leaving us marooned on this rock. Or at least that's what we thought until I managed to overhear your little pep talk. Seems like you could use a few extra hands.'

Malus Voidcrusher: 'Indeed, I appreciate if you and your men fight along with us Rosanna. In return, you are free to join us aboard the Terror's Hammer.'
Rosanna Firestar: 'Well then, what are we waiting for! Let's kick those xeno's butt!'





































































