Ravea

Galea's demise in battle was unsurprising to the Khree. As the God-Killing Army's vanguard and anti-elite troops, a death was a vacancy that needed to be filled by the living as soon as the fighting was over. Ravea's plan of action as soon as she stepped in to lead her family-faction came, however, as no surprise. The quiet sniper withdrew all of the surviving Khree into their family-faction's territories and declared that they would be taking a defensive stance in the meantime. They managed to reactivate one of the few remaining deep-space sensors, but the picture was not very encouraging. Orebus's defensive satellite system had gaping holes in its networks, and information was sporadic at best. Ravea took to scaling the mountains and looking skyward, her eyes trying to pierce the heavens and see the ships of their enemy. The Vharag launched several rockets into space, each carrying scavenged microsatellites to provide some form of sight beyond the black. Finally, their efforts paid off: a small swarm of outriders were spotted approaching Orebus, with a single scout descending from orbit. She wasted no time and climbed the nearest summit she could find, bracing her bow as she mentally calculated the ship's route. As it arrogantly hovered over the land, she drew her bow, aimed, and let the arrow fly with practiced ease. As the shot blew a hole in the ship's engine, she ordered her aides to inform the others that the enemy had arrived--and that his ship had crashed to the south... With the arrival of the enemy scout ship came the endless planning and analysis of every scrap they could find. It seemed that the enemy was overconfident in their superior numbers--a flaw that Ravea intended to point out (both literally and figuratively) to her fellow commanders. As they assembled at the convocation, they hammered out a two-pronged plan of attack: the bulk of the God-Killing Army would engage the Dust-Yellow King's armada in suborbital positions, with a strike team assaulting the command ship at the earliest opportunity in order to cripple their leadership. In the meantime, a much smaller force led by a single battleship would escort the newly-discovered ark ship on its maiden voyage. With no other viable options left, they began the arduous task of preparing the planet's defenses. Several months would pass, and during that time Ravea made sure that the Khree knew what they were up against. This was not going to be a clean fight, but a close-quarter knife fight with extremely low chances of success. Soon, their alarms began to ring out loudly, proclaiming their enemy's arrival. Night turned to day as the anti-orbital guns on Orebus roared again and again, and each explosion brought down ships aplenty from the skies. But she knew that this was just the beginning, and as she joined the others in the assault torpedoes, one could see the grim determination in her eyes.