In my time of writing this archive I was asked multiple times. Why?
Why did the insect-like Syrakins declare their holy war on the galaxy? Why did untold trillions have to die before a cease-fire was met? What kind of race is so powerful that they match and sometimes outmatch the Mighty Yorians on every battlefield?
These are the Syrakins, powerful and devoted, for 3 years they led to most devastating war in history, a war that is known as the first Syrakin war.
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This is Andromeda. A spiral galaxy that neighbors the mysterious and unexplored galaxy of the Milky way. This map depicts the 6 major powers, but does not include the countless of other nations that inhabit the galaxy.
In the southern fringe resides the Yorian empire, the most powerful super power in Andromeda, constantly expanding at a extraordinary rate. From 315A.E to 437 A.E. The Yorian empires boarder was at a unstable truce with the Syrakin Dynasty, now recognized as the only super power to be able to rival the Yorians.

No one knows what started the war. Was it political disagreements? Dispute on resources? Or just religious devotion? Those questions became meaningless on Novda 15th, 437A.E. when the the Syrakins declared a holy Jihad on the galaxy, and started a war that would engulf the entire galaxy, and awaken a great evil.
In these archives reside recordings of soldiers,adventurers, or just civilians that experienced the war first hand.
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The first battle of Ophormopolis Novda 17th, 437 A.E.
We shall crash down upon them in numbers that they cant even comprehend, they shall cower at our relentless attack, and at the end of the day, they will fear us
-General Hok-tovak, In command of the 43rd Syrakin army

I made my way down the streets of Ophormopolis, even though the war has been over for more then 4 years, the streets cleaned and the buildings repaired, it still feels desolate, and filled with grief. I knocked on the door of a rather small apartment complex once before a rather tall Yorian opened the door, this was Arcantus Marcune, his hair was turning white, his skin wrinkled and his scars very visible, yet another soul taken by age too soon after the war.

When we heard news of the Syrakins planned attack on Ophormopolis, sector command ordered that every Yorian in the line of duty to be re-assigned to designated defense zones. I myself was assigned to Trench No#4134, at the very front of the Syrakin spearhead. We waited in our trenches for about 4 hours since the Syrakins jumped to our system. [He chuckles and turns his head towards the mirror that faced the memorial.] The Syrakins destroyed our entire damned defense fleet in four hours. They came down on us like hornets, which was expected, Syrakins look alot like Hornets. Thousands upon thousands of drop ships descended towards us. Our field officers where spouting words of encouragement to keep us fight such as "Make them fight for every step!". When the drop ships finally landed, each spat our what seemed like thousands more Syrakins. Until more than thirty million screaming and hissing bugs where charging at us, guns firing and blades drawn. We waiting for them to get closes before we mounted our attack.
thousand yards...nine hundred yards, eight hundred,seven hundred, six hundred... It was at five hundred when we where given the order to open fire. It was a amazing sight, you could visibly see the wall of bullets and explosives hurdle towards our enemy, they dropped by the hundreds, but this didn't seem to bother Steve one bit.

Steve?
Yeah, Steve. Its what we called Syrakins as a whole for some reason, I never got it, I just went with it.

So they began to simply leap over their dead, not a care in the world. As soon as they got in distance of our trench, it hit us, it hit us like a fucking wrecking ball.
The thousands or so that where in range simply leaped into the air, their wings sprouted from their backs, a ear shattering buzzing sound flew through the air as they hovered over us, they all drew their swords, these crude, curved blades. And dropped on us. I was lucky, I managed to slay my attacker before he could land on me. The trench was a fucking blood bath. Yorian and Syrakins swinging and cutting, wrestling each other to the ground. No matter what we held that trench, we held that Stavern Damned trench with our lives. It wasn't until Steve started deploying armor that we where ordered by sector command to withdraw to the secondary trench line.
Four long, agonizing weeks of bitter trench fighting. the surface was covered in wrecked armor and corpses. We where dwindling in numbers, while we barley made a dent in the 43rd army. I was given new orders by my superior officers for me the rest of able company to fall back. We where given new orders to evacuate the remaining civilians on the planet. Me and the last 120 men of able company evacuated more than two million civilians, and then we where ordered to escort them to safety behind Yorian boarders. 121 Centurions left Ophormopolis, the remains of the planetary defense force stayed behind, including sector command. They died fighting, they died standing.
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To be continued.

Priests chanting, soldiers marching through the streets, and citizens paying tribute to Stavern, these where typical sights on Holy worlds such as Markarva VII. As I entered a large cathedral dedicated to the war god, I was greeted instantly by a bald man. he had light scars down both his eyes, and he was dressed in a robe made of cloth and plating. This was Father Silivan, a War priest of Stavern.

Oh what a glorious sight it was, as the Syrakins fell from the sky by the millions. Forty six million to be exact. These abominations came to pay tribute to the great war god with their own blood! I was doing my daily duties when I saw them, coming down on our pious world like locust! I armed myself with my trusty rifle, blessed by the shrine maidens of Yoria, and my holy blade, forged by the patriarch himself! Our world was young, our cities only 30 years old. The Kaiser, as holy and wise is he, did not foresee our planet being tainted by the presence of alien filth, and we where only blessed with 1,200,000 brave Yorian centurions. But we are a holy world, and we do of course house a entire regiment of Templars, who are worthy of more than a thousand aliens each!
One hour after the invasion, every able body came from their houses to fight in Staverns name, but alas, we where still only 5,500,000 strong.

The vile Xeno filth came charging down our streets, firing their weapons at us, hissing and screeching like the parasites they are. We snarled at them, unleashed a unearthly battle cry AND CHARGE THEM! HAHA We nearly pawed at eachother to be the first to have our blades taste Syrakin flesh! We attacked like mad men, possessed by the great lord himself to do his bidding. That day alone I slew 450 of the filth. every day our casualties where few and we marked our path with blood and corpses. When they deployed armor, we did so as well. Tanks and combat suits blessed with dozens of scriptures charged into war. When they reigned fire and death from the skies, we fired the wrath of hell back at them!
We where monsters, Arch angels of war entrusted with the voice of Stavern to hold the world at all cost. At the end 530,000 brave men and woman gave their lives, but they now serve Stavern within the steel legion! The Syrakins attacked us with force of numbers. But we crashed into them with the power of god!

I made my way up the stairs of a rather large apartment complex on the planet Tarvis, a human colony in Yorian space. One of the only planets not hit by the war, it played a major roll in the recruitment of Human auxiliary for the Yorian army. I reached the top floor and knocked three times before being greeted by Brandon McGuinness, a soldier of the 505th Human Infantry regiment.

I was drafted into the 505th around four months into the war, Placed into a squad of ten plus one Yorian captain. Two days after training we where deployed on Vigessa VI, a world used mainly for agriculture. We marched for six weeks without any contact except for a few local militias and the Yorians main force on the planet. It was in a small town, when the guy in front of me lost his head to rifle fire. We spread out into our squads and then the fighting began. I think I hit about eight of them when we managed to get around twenty or so manning some weird fleshy mortar thing. The whole thing lasted for about two hours before Steve decided to count their losses and split. But one of them wasn't so lucky. My buddy Dennis managed to leap onto him and hold him down, the thing was thrashing around and cursing in its language before my captain smashed his face in with the butt of his rifle.
We "interrogated" it for several hours, didn't say a word. In Syrakin culture, a warrior is the most valuable resource you can possess. So The army decided to hold onto as many of the bugs as possible and pawn them off to the Dynasty later on. We took him with us. No matter how many times the thing was pushed around, yelled at, joked with, or even offered food or a smoke. It simply remained silent. I noticed as we marched onward, that it continuously stared to the east, like it was trying to greet someone, it kept mumbling the words "Bruta" over and over again as it did so. Three weeks into the campaign and the prisoner still with us. We came across what was obviously a aftermath of a battle. Steve was ambushed by the army and cut down. The bug with us looked around frantically for a good hour or so as we marched through the pile of dead bodies. Around the edge of town where a few of them where spread out, probably retreating from the battle. The Bug screamed out "BRUTA!" again and lashed away from his holders. He shoulder checked one of my squad mates to the ground and ran over the other two, I lined up my shot but my captain stopped me. "Wait.." he said in a sympathetic tone. I lowered my rifle bewildered at my captain before focusing on the Bug that I thought was escaping. Amazingly the bug dropped to its knees at a dead body. It was then when I realized what Bruta means. Up to this point I thought Syrakins felt no emotions, I thought they where soulless killing machines worshiping some totalitarian order. The bug lifted the corpse from the ground and held its head close to his chest. Crying loudly I could hear him scream the word inbetween his cries. "BRUTA! BRUTA!!! BRUUTAA!!"

I stood in the great halls of the Imperial palace, on the planet Yoria, the home world of the Yorians and the dead center, the heart of the Empire. When news got out that I was writing this book, I recieved a message from Yorian officials to travel to Yoria to meet someone who wished to account his experience. The Palace guard seated me and told me to wait a moment. I thought I would wait for hours, but the door swung open only a minute after. And then I saw him. It was like he glowed from sheer might, I quickly fell to the ground and bowed. He laughed and asked me to stand. He stood before me, the mightiest figure in the entire empire. The holy Kaiser, Marcus Marillius.

I was examining a fresh Yorian regiment when the news reached me. At first I couldn't believe it. They attacked our boarders without provocation and without warning. Our northern boarders where hit, then news from the Coalition, then millions of distress signals from countless human nations. The Syrakins made a declaration of war a day after the attacks, smug bastards...

At first we didn't know what to do. We ofcourse needed to defend our boarders. But also send out expeditionary forces to help in the defense of our allies. The Coalition was hit the hardest. At the time the Triarii where knee deep in Scientific studies, they had almost no military power. It wasn't until the first few Syrakin advances that O'mudalus declared a state of war for the Triarii people, and millions of them came to the defense of their lands.
The Curons where the second to follow in the defense of the coalition, which was surprising to say the least. Lending more than half a billion soldiers and a handful of Honor guard legions to be shipped to the front. The third to follow was the Sirkers, Sending all they could to aid in the war effort. The Serthgals where a bit hesitant to go to war at first, but after a little "persuasion" from a rather charismatic Curon diplomat. The Gen-mo-kai of course, followed the Triarii to war, sending millions to aid the cause. It was the first time the Coalition ever went to war, and how they packed a punch.

The Humans had a little more difficulty with the Syrakin invasion.
Many "ambitious" nations took it as a opportunity and began to attack their neighbors. It wasn't until Tavius Esguto, a Emperor of a rather simple empire to the farthest of the edge, let a all out blitzkreig and diplomatic campaign against the other factions, until they all either where destroyed, or united under one banner, the United human alliance. With their new found alliance, the Humans spread out to defend what was left of their front line.

But even with this, the Syrakin war machine went on strong. Constantly crushing, routing, and obliterating opposing forces. The Oldens went on the attack aswell, using the war as another...Excuse.. To attack smaller and weaker planets, murdering all of their inhabitants, taking slaves, and then recolonizing the worlds, I believe because of this, Rokuta of blood appeared.

But with the stalwart defense of the brave men and woman in the Yorian army. The Syrakins where pushed back momentarily. We knew...I knew... That they would be back in greater force. So after a long discussion, we decided.

We where going to take the fight to the Syrakins.