I’ve served as a soldier in many campaigns across this quadrant of our galaxy. I saw first hand the horrors of the kragnoll swarm wars, I witnessed the atrocities committed by the k’lr on santraginal 4, and I was there for the breaking of the blood tide at glorfinda. Nothing I have ever seen has frightened me more than the things I saw at the Great Cavalry Ride of Stavros 9. The cybrons attacked our final outpost in orbit around a civilian planet, millions of innocent non-combatants cowered planetside while our last warships valiantly but vainly attempted to stem the tide. We had sent out distress calls to anyone who would listen, but all hope had been lost. Imagine our surprise when, out of no where, like demons of the air and fire, the human fleets appeared to our defense. All comms channels were coopted by the fleet admiral, and we heard the bloodchilling war cry; “alright, let’s do this! LEEEEEEEROOOOOOOYYYYY!!!! MMMMMMMMMJEEEEERNKERRRRRRRNSS!!!!”