Speaking of his attacks, he hustling about, securing the terrain just beyond the reach of my encampment, deterring me from expansion, with a Supply of Vultures, Spider Mines, and Seige Tanks. Their volleys destroyed power to my choke point. Beginning the seiging of my fortress, and isolating my fresh nexus at my natural secondary resources.
His levels of technology weren't much further beyond my own, and my battle-experienced dragoons were holding their ground against the onslaught of tank mortars. Then began my rush for higher technology, second only to keeping my main fortress secured.
I made the executive decision that if he intended on controlling land routes, that I would create air routes, and via these jet streams, I would flank my adversaries. This combination of dragoons with shuttles was very effective in holding off his attack, for neither the tanks nor vultures could reach the shuttles hovering above them. And once a dragoon was dropped from the shuttle, it would activate the nearby spider mines, and destroy both itself and the tank beside it, a kamakazi mission.
After lengthy attempts at clearing the areas outside of my outpost, I found his troops reinforced too often, and with too powerful of units to continue doing this for much longer. And my resources within my outpost were expended, leaving me with my cashe of ore and the depleted geyser. The probes now useless within my own base, I gave them the Suicidal Order to March to my Expansion, this meant crossing the line of fire of his tanks. Ave atque vale.
My hopes of victory were fading, I decided it was time for twisting of the situation, via four shuttles, I Air Lifted Eight Dragoons to the far side of his base. His patrolmen weren't there, and his bunker, unmanned. The Trojan Horse had succeeded in striking behind the lines, unexpectedly, using the standard methods of destruction: pillaging, razing, and raping. The dragoons' assault left the buildings to burn themselves to the ground, and created a wake of destruction in their paths.
Victory still remained indecisive, since his tanks had burst through my choke, and had begun to lay waste upon the far buildings of my hamlet. But in the time of my attack upon his base, I'd been secretely developing new information, stored within the Templar Archives. This new technology allowed me to warp in some dark templar, illusion weaving warriors. It only took two of these savage warriors to slay the entire assaulting tank platoon.
With his Troy in ruins, and his standard slain, he succumbed to my powers, and raised the white flag.
After all is said and done, it all comes down to the mathematicans who
calculate the tolls upon our civalizations, and produce this Charming Battle Report, just now flattened out with
dry stone.
