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Calibri;Calibri; \*Riched20 10.0.22621 Oxygen (O) vs. Iron (Fe) 1.0 Through the depths of atomic space, a great fleet of Oxygenmite soldiers, commanded by Oxide, was in seek-and-destroy mode. Hundreds of ships followed Oxides lead vessel, each capable of breaking down into hundreds of separate Oxygenmites. These ships also housed hundreds of Oxygenmite paratroopers, all prepared to descend upon a metallic homeworld and oxidize all its inhabitants. Oxide: Fleet, isnt it great? We are the greatest species in the known universe. We are strong, and we power the cosmos. You are Oxygenmites! We are Oxygenmites! Oxygenmites: Hooray! Hooray! Chants and cheers echoed loudly. The large fleet soared through atomic space. On another ship Ozira: Hey, Otone! I hear Iron is good for the blood. Otone: Oh yes, my dear. When you taste them, you feel it run through your blood like a magnetic surge. Delicious. And theres plenty of it where were going. Ozira: Sinister look I cant wait. Otone: They are resilient little bastards. We better be ready. Ozira: I am an Oxygenmite female. Im always ready. Otone: Smiles Thats my girl. Ozira: Dont think about it. Meanwhile, the warriors Oxetize, Oxijize, and Oxedize hyped themselves up. Oxetize: Hey, Oxijize! Oxedize! You ready? Oxijize: Of course! I know Oxedize is ready. Oxedize: Yes, I know. I am more than ready. All three: Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! We will become the Oxinator and oxidize Ironotron! Ozir: Hey, hey! You boys calm down. We dont need Oxinator just yet Too damn big. Just be patient. We will kick some Ironmite ass soon enough. We will feast well. Prepare yourselves. Ironatron: The Homeworld of Ironmites The Atomites that lived on Iron (Fe) called their homeworld Ironatron. These creatures had magnetic powers and could control most metal Atomites with their abilities. Their world resembled a massive industrial societyhuge constructed buildings, towering metallurgy factories. These factories once produced Alloymite soldiers, but most were shut down after the great war. Ironmite Conversation: I think it was a mistake to shut down most of our metallurgy factories. Why do you say that? We havent really needed them. The great war is over. That may be true, but remember, Oxygenmites hunt us. One day, I will lead a great army to save all our people trapped in their prisons, waiting to be consumed by Oxygenmite scum. That would be brave. Take me with youIm ready to fight too. Thats the point Im making. We need to be ready. Those factories churn out tough Alloymite soldiers. If we got attacked now, we would suffer. We are not ready. Old, closed-down factories and warehouses dominated the skyline. Meanwhile, Iro, a prominent Ironmite soldier, stood at his post. Ironmite: Hey, Iro! There hasnt been much action lately. Iro: Yeah, thats what always worries me. I hope youre ready. Ironmite: What? Im always ready. And why does that worry you? Its good, right? No wars, no attacks Its boring but Iro: Yeah, its when one gets complacent that all hell breaks loose. Judging by the state of the world, we should always be on high alert. If I were in command, I would have the factories churning non-stop. Ironmite: Im sure Ironus knows what hes doing. After all, the more soldiers, the more mouths to feed. Iro: Yeah, but Id rather have more mouths to feed than to feed someone elses mouth. First Contact Ferrous: Iro! Take a look at your monitor. I think I got a ping. Check it out. Iro: What do you see, Ferrous? Ferrous: Not sure, I thought... Wait! I could have sworn Iro: What! What is it? Ferrous: I could have swornit looks like an entire fleet approaching. Iro: Shit! Red Alert! Ferrous, sound the alarm! Quick! I think youre rightits a large fleet. Check the long-range sensors. Ferrous: Aye, sir! ...Iro, I think its Oxygenmites. I can tell by their ion trail. Iro: Turns to a fellow soldier I hope you meant what you said. Ironmite: What, sir? Iro: I hope youre ready. Red Alert! All Battle Stations! This is Captain Iro calling High Command. We are under attack. I repeat, we are under attack! The Battle Begins A massive battle erupts as Oxygenmites descend upon Ironatron. Plasma fire rains down, and the fortified Iron walls struggle to hold against the relentless assault. Mangle, head of the metallurgy factory, rushes to restart production, knowing that Steelbots will be their only hope. Meanwhile, Oxide leads his fleet in a brutal charge, determined to consume the Ironmites and claim their resources. Amid the chaos, Iro realizes the futility of their stand. With the enemy overwhelming their defenses, he orders Ferrous to prepare an escape cruiser. Their mission is clear: survive, gather intel, and warn the rest of the Ironmite worlds. But with High Command considering retreat a treasonous act, their return will not be welcomed... "This is High Command. Captain iro report." Iro: "Sir! We've detected a large fleet at coordinates 127.336 mark 12.718 mark 259.11... It appears to be a large Oxygenmite invasion fleet. Waiting orders sir." HC:"Hold your ground!" High council men debated ... Iro:"But sir, judging by the size and we were caught off guard, I don't believe we can withstand an atttack. Sir, I recommend evacuation. They will be in range in about 17hours, by current estimations." HC: A HC command officer pressed mute on communications panel: " Look you know all of our home worlds are overly populated as it is, and it never turns out right when foriegners have to settle on other home worlds." 'Look Iro, that should be enough time to start the production factories, and start producing as many soldiers as possible. Ironmites never retreat." "That's an order captain Iro, Hold your ground. Your the last outpost, and our last line of defense." Iro: "But Sir.." Hc: "That's an order!" Iro: "Holy Smoke. Ferrous , get armed and get this base as fortified as we can. All hell is about to break loose. HC is serving us on a platter." Ferrous:"Iro, don't worry at least we got time to prepare." Iro: "Yeah, I don't know, maybe not enough time." Meanwhile.. at a metalergy factory that produces much of the soldiers here, and one of the few still operating. Head of the factory; " MANGLE!" Mangle: "Alright everybody, you know the deal. Red alert. We need to churn out as many soldiers as possible." In these Ironmite factories they primarily produce steelbots as their primary soldier. They are made from captured Carbonmites who are fused together with other Ironmites. These Ironmites volunteered to merge with these Carbonmites to become Steelbots and fight for their world. Lines of Carbonmites got on an assembly line, were one by one they were zapped with a high heat lazor beam until they were molten red. The same occurred for the Ironmite volunteers who slammed together at high speeds. Creating Alloymites who they called steelbots. Mangle: "Alright move it, move it." He pushed the line along. "hey move it, ..." As Mangle directed the Carbonmite prisoners from their cells to the assembly line, a few Carbonmites expressed their concerns. C-mite:"Why do you capture us, and force us into your servants, to fight your wars, disgust." Mangle:"Because your usefull little creatures..Look its not my fault. Take it as a compliment...you maybe the most important little creatures in the universe. Be Honored" C-mite:"Set us Free, their is no honor in fighting your wars , set us free. Mangle: "Shut up and move on." Ironmite soldier speaks frantically, "Mangle Sir.." "Yeah what is it? " "Sir, High Command wants an update." Mangle:"What the hell do they expect. I told them all along to keep them babies churning, but no. No one wanted to listen. Move it Move it. Hey ...keep these lines moving while I go see what those political mourons want."