WAR - The Galactic Crimson War
War Length - 32 Years
Vs - The Indominus Legion Vs The Galactic Population Of The Euclid Galaxy
Victor - The Indominus Legion
Following Wars - The Vy'Keen Wars Of Red
"Thus the Galaxy was birthed in fire, we were merely reminding it. Through the lakes of eternal Crimson, we struck with infinite fire and the might of all of the Ten Children of Infernatus. For our Lord Emperor led our path to Victory, with undoubted loyalty and a might never seen before the Crimson Hammer laid waste to its inferior foes. Long live the Legion, long live the Lord Emperor!"
The Galactic Crimson War was the bloodiest and longest fought war of the Legion, perhaps the bloodiest of the Euclid Galaxy at least. For in the Legion's first display to the known Universe, war was among their first agenda...
Out of the shadows of a system lost to history, the Indominus Legion appeared in full might, their fleets blotting out the planet, the surrounding populace were left to gaze onwards as they declared their strength through the complete annihilation of the planetary Sentinel guard. With it however, left the ultimate destruction of all other worldly life that remained onworld; sparking a fear to join with them, or to turn to their only panicked option... War.
The stories tell of how the Legion only focused Vy'Keen worlds, taking their Galactic strategy to the defeat of the Galaxy's most militant race and thus the largest threat to their xeno eradication protocols. However, this would be inaccurate.
The other races did choose to ignore the Indominus threat, believing the only reason their claimed systems became under fire was due to the resistance pockets that conjoined with the Vy'Keen Empire. Whilst there was evidence of these groups existing, the Legion did not allow any of the Xeno populations to be exempt from their conquest of domination.
For every few worlds of the Vy'Keen that fell, an undefended Gek and Korvax world would find itself burning under the crushing banners of gore lusting soldiers, drenched in their Crimson armour. None would escape the wrath of the red lights that riddled worlds, and merely catching the gaze of one of their warships would signify an obliterated diplomacy.
The Battle Of The Provones System
To this date, this remains the most terrifying of the battles that took place over the thirty-two years of our war.
The Provones System was not a grand military target, nor a container of anything of substantially high value, a farming System, its varied settlers all living quiet lives, many unaware of the wars plaguing the rest of their Galaxy. The Space Station and stationary fleet were the only military forces based there, Gek in origin, but recently bolstered by a Korvax and Vy'Keen fleet with the high alert of the Legion's most recently conquered in the System only 300 Light Years away.
In the beginning, the battle was silent, a group of four haulers, with Gek insignia entered the System, a distasteful red coloured their ships, yet gained their clearance to dock aboard the Space Station orbiting above Provones Prime.
To the monitoring fleets, they heard nothing and would so so until it was too late, sealing a damned fate. For as the haulers arrived, they were first met by Gek refreshers, there to refuel the spent ships, you may consider them to be lucky…
The insignia that adorned the shadows of the opened up haulers. With a confused glance fixed upon the Gek, their change to horror would only be too late as a bolt would ruin their skull with an explosion of innards spewing across the dockyard. Quick and painless at least. For out of the haulers a rapid march of Legionaries would fill the platform.
These were not just any Legionaries, wielding that insignia atop their helm and shoulders pads, allowed the first showcase of the Speculatorus, the elite of the elite. The red Beret that could only be coloured through the blood they spill for the Legion. Some say they are gifted by the Infernatus Pit itself, moving with supernatural prowess in battle.
Saving their bolts for more opposing foes, they use their signature blades, cutting, slicing... Disembowelling; the entirety of the Stations ensemble.
Leaving behind them a device, the main bridge would find their controls locking them out, leaving the stationary fleets outside to blissfully await their turn in the wheel of battle.
Carving their way through the station, the Speculatorus finally reach the core, leaving a small group to destabilise it while the rest cleared the halls of the station, an unwelcoming red flashing their only light source to death.
A quick leave was called for as the core began to corrupt. Retreating to their deceived haulers, they left the station with a custom red carpet made by their hosts, vanishing back to the dark.
Nothing could say surprise more than what the bridges of the defence forces standing opposite the station. A ball of fire exerting the hanger to announce itself, before a light brighter than the System's Star would ignite the void, and the station would cease to exist.
Out of the dark, in quick succession, came the crimson horns of blistering engines. From through the suffocated fire, the fleet of the Indominus Legion awoke. Their warships engaging the defence fleets in direct combat, no obvious strategy but to eviscerate.
From down below, the vast farmlands would look up to fireworks from beyond the atmosphere, seeing nothing but the lights of war.
A thunder would scourge the ground below, as frigates would come to land their parties of incendiary invitations. From out of the doorways of the landing craft, nothing but the dark shine of a gut wrenching view would wind the insides of the people who lived a lie of peace.
The battle was not long, but retained enough time to scar its place on history. For through the eyes of a Korvax, one image from their implanted head caught one of the last sights one should ever see, should you cross the Legion. Colour gone, the head trauma they gained only gave the outlined visual of deaths hand.
Legend of Provones spread throughout the Galaxy. The battle that had gone too far. The victory that truly gave the Legion their title of Crimson soldiers.
For a small time after the conquer of Provones. The Gek and Korvax of the Euclid announced their official surrender to the Legion, calling back all official and military occupants from connecting Star Systems. The Vy'Keen attempts the same for a while, but to hardly any success.
As the Galactic Crimson War came to an end, a truce of temporary peace laid between the Legion and the Vy'Keen, but this would not be a lasting peace, nor was it ever planned to be. With the relaxed targets begging an easy takeover. Thus would end the Galactic Crimson War, and in its stead, The Vy'Keen Wars Of Red would have its beginning.
This time period was when the Legion was least advanced, but managed to attain its prime. Despite their rapid and immense defeat towards the end of the Vy'Keen Wars Of Red; their name scarred a feared wound into the backs of all Xeno blooded species that turned a thought to history.
The Legion now reformed, refined itself into a more tolerable Faction. Their doctrine still dictating the quest to purity and a seat among the royalty of Infernatus. They lay in wait, patient and taught since their past, even accepting more of the Xeno populace into their red ranks, at least, for a while.
The Vy'Keen however, forever shall they be damned, forever shall they hold a place in ashes to be sucked away into the creature of the Void. For nothing shall stand against the Legion and not bare the brand of torment. For nothing shall stop the campaign of Victory. Brothers and sisters, in unity shall they march.
May the darkness never relent under the guide of our immortality.
We, are Legion!
Written by Lord Emperor, Indominus Infernal.