text: of fast, light vehicles to track and hunt down the Fai'La Tarrn riders.
  
  Finally, you could leave the Coalition forces to deal with the issues by themselves so you can save the support for those more in need.
  
  > use the Gas Attack
  You authorize the use of gas attacks on the planet, and the gas quickly spreads through the environment. The gas kills local plant and wildlife, but it gets the job done, and the Fai'La Tarrn are nearly wiped out completely by the spreading gas. The planet is quickly conquered, though at the cost of damaging the possibilities of colonization and farming.
  
  > Continue
  The Coalition Assault Fleet Xerox is being hunted by an Alliance Fleet up to three times larger and led by the famed Admiral Yarcel. A confrontation is soon to arise. Admiral Bélanger has requested your advice of a battle strategy to defend against the upcoming assault. They know that in accordance to Alliance military doctrine, the Coalition fleet will be assaulted by Brain Bug Assault Ships, Probiscan boarding ships and the fleet's main ship's cannons. Admiral Bélanger has three separate plans for fleet defense, but you also receive a message from Admiral Yarcel.
  
  "Greetings, General. I have found out you're in charge of the enemy fleet. I am offering you the chance to surrender. I promise the prisoners I take will be treated well. But if you don't surrender, know this. I have enough men to conquer a thousand planets.I have enough firepower to set the universe aflame. If you resist me, I will kill you. I will kill your people. I will kill your Gods."
  
  > use the main ship cannons to fend off Assault and Boarding ships and send boarding crews to the enemy vessels
  You use the main cannons to wipe out the majority of the Assault and Boarding ships, and send several boarding parties to capture enemy ships. The boarding parties manage to board and cripple several of the main Alliance ships, forcing the Alliance to take the time to regroup. Still, the Alliance ships, especially Admiral Yarcel's flagship, the Maw, manage to score some kills.
  
  > take advantage and attack!
  The Coalition fleet regroups and begins attacking, striking at the regrouping Alliance. They manage to destroy several ships, but are quickly wiped out after the Alliance fleet regroups, with the Maw leading the charge and personally wiping out most of your fleet, with the rest being picked off by other Alliance ships.
  
  > Continue
  The Iron-Scales are a Garavan tribe who believe in leaving behind their organic bodies to replace them with machinery. They use machinery to turn themselves into cyborgs to varying lengths. It's a quite terrifying thing, as the Garavan get most of their machinery, so most of the Iron-Scales have to take the cyborg machinery from the dead, so taking robotic limbs and eyes from dead Humans and Clones, and so remaking bits of Remnants into their own body. Some of the Iron-Scales even permanently hardwiring themselves into vehicles, turning the vehicles into the their own bodies. Because of this, the Iron-Scales are a great fighting force who are known to hire themselves out. They've offered their services to the Coalition, and you know that if you refuse, they'll turn to the Alliance.
  
  > hire the Iron-Scales
  You hire the Iron-Scales, who are quickly sent to assault Alliance bases to fight against the enemy, where they become valuable assets, and even spend the money you pay them on more machinery and cyborg weaponry, making them better soldiers.
  
  > Continue
  Cabana bursts into your office, holding a pistol. He raises the pistol and points it at you.
  
  "Bam! Bam! You're dead. You've just been assassinated by a man who requires a cocktail of drugs not to die. Did you see how easy that what?"
  
  "What do you want, Cabana?"
  
  "You need better security. In the wake of your assassination attempt, we need to hire better bodyguards. If I can get to you, so can any Alliance assassins."
  
  "I hired two new guards. You only got past them because you're a Council Member."
  
  "True, but I could be the traitor. Plus, I'm only half-human. What if the other half of me hates humanity?"
  
  "The other half of you is a parasite."
  
  "True. But you need a better bodyguard. There's several suggestions. We have a group of die-hard, human-loving soldiers willing to die for you. We also have a group of Coalition elite soldiers made of all the races, which would be good for PR. The quesiton is, do you trust the other Coalition races with your life?"
  
  "Is there a third option?"
  
  "Well, I'm willing to abandon my position as a Council Member to become your bodyguard."
  
  > hire the Human Bodyguards
  You hire an all-human group of specialists to act as your new bodyguard. The humans prove effective and extremely loyal, though the other Coalition races seem offended that you're getting an entirely Coalition team.
  
  > Continue
  Several journalists have began publishing reports that are revealing important military information and flaws in the system. You've managed to bribe, coerce and threaten many of them into stopping, but there's still a few of them who refuse. This is a serious issue that needs to be dealth with as soon as possible.
  
  > eliminate the journalists
  You quickly have the journalists eliminated. Rumors begin that you did this, but these are also quashed. Several other Coalition members are uneasy with this tactic and some outright abhore it, but the reports never get out.
  
  > Continue
  As the war continues, the Thar'Garavan and their allies are being battered by both sides. They clearly need to pick a side, and Mrs Chang has recommended that you visit the Thar'Garavan's main city on their main planet to try convince them to join the Coalition. Do you want to try gain them as an ally?
  
  > Yes
  You decide to pay a visit to the Thar'Garavan homeworld. As the Garavan are a species that value strength, you take Delta-1 and Commando Griffin-Tango, two experienced soldiers. You hop in your shuttle, and head off.
  
  The Thar'Garavan's main city, called simply the Fort, is a massive fort built in the middle of lush jungles that the Garavan favor. Dozens of guns and massive worlds surround the city, and you land on a landing pad sitting right outside a massive building where the Great Chief lives.
  
  The doors to your shuttle open, and four tall, muscular Garavan holding massive guns approach. They silently stare at you, before turning and walking towards the Great Chief's home. You follow them, followed by Griffin-Tango, Delta-1 and a dozen Coalition armed guards as well as your own.
  
  "Inhospitable, aren't they, sir?" Commando Griffin-Tango remarks.
  
  "Should worst come to pass, what's the chance we can get out of here in one piece?"
  
  A low, mechanical chuckle comes from Delta-1.
  
  "Sir, I have a Devastator Machine Gun with 15'000 bullets. Unless we're attacked by 15'001 Garavan, we'll survive." Delta-1 replies.
  
  You follow the Thar'Garavan guards into a massive hall. Dozens of Garavan stand on either side watching you. At the end of the hall is a massive throne made of bones from massive creatures, wood and gold. The Great Chief sits in it. The Great Thief is a large Garavan who holds an ornate spear and wearing dozens of metal beads hanging from him. You walk over to him and do the customary bow.
  
  "Greetings, esteemed guests. I am Great Chief Garavan, descendent of the Hunter and Chief of all Chiefs. I understand you want to talk to me."
  
  > say "We want you to ally with the Coalition."
  The Great Chief sits patiently, clearly thinking deeply.
  
  "No. The Thar'Garavan has always stood on it's own. We shall do so now."
  
  "The Thar'Garavan will not survive on it's own!" You reply angrily.
  
  "Yes, we will!"
  
  A massive Garavan approaches you. This one is a massive Garavan with dark scales holding two long swords.
  
  "Soft-skin. I am Thar'Kaan, Great Chief Garavan's lieutenant. I am here to escort you out."
  
  "You're not strong enough to survive."
  
  "Strong? Even our Whelps are strong. My people say the greatest hunter is Death, who hunts us all. When Death comes for me, I shall kill him and become the greatest. When I lead my forces into the gates of hell I not only survive, I kill the Devil while I'm at it. I'll begin directing my forces to fight the Alliance."
  
  You snarl and make your way back to the shuttle and open a comm link with Mrs Chang.
  
  "Achilles. How did it go?"
  
  "The Garavan won't fight with us."
  
  "Ah. That's a pity. Still, we must continue fighting. Return to the fleet as soon as you can."
  
  > Continue
  You've spent your entire career working to protect the fleet with the strongest military the Coalition can muster. You decide to visit Romulus, a small planet where a good cross-section of your military is stationed. You call them up in the communications room, and a hologram of the base commander appears in front of you.
  
  "Good evening, General. It's a pleasure to see you."
  
  "Cut the pleasantries. Are all your forces at the base?"
  
  "Of course, General. With the exception of those out on patrol, of course."
  
  "Perfect. I'll visit you in a week to inspect the troops."
  
  "Of course, General."
  
  You end the transmission, before turning to Blaze, who stands faithfully by you.
  
  "Tell the pilot of my personal ship to begin setting a course to Romulus."
  
  "Now? I thought we were waiting until a week."
  
  "So they can paint over the rust and hide the screw-ups? That's not worth the fuel it would take to get us there. I think it's time for a surprise inspection. Ready the ship."
  
  Within a few hours, you've made it to Romulus and your ship is landing. Your pilot's voice comes over the intercom.
  
  "We are now landing on Romulus. The sites to see are the beautiful sunsets once every six hours, and the confused, surprised Coalition army wondering why the hell you're here so early. I'll tell the Base Commander you've arrived."
  
  The ship lands, and you quickly make your way outside to the docks. A tall, slender black man in full military uniform awaits you.
  
  "General! I'm confused. I thought you were coming next week."
  
  "I decided to come earlier. Shall we see the troops?"
  
  The Commander's face hardens.
  
  "I suppose if you insist. The troops aren't exactly ready for a military parade, but I'll take you to them."
  
  The Commander and you walk into a small train pod, and sit quietly for a few minutes. Soon, you arrive at the base. The base's forces have hastily made their formations, and you watch quietly as they assemble.
  
  "General. Are you ready to see the forces?"
  
  "Of course."
  
  "I'll show you the command squad." The Commander says, nodding.
  
  > Continue
  The General shows you to a group of Coalition Officers clad in full military uniform.
  
  "Obviously, I lead the forces. My name's Commander Stevens, if you didn't know. My Lieutenant, Lt Chadwicks, takes over the minor details." The Base Commander, Commander Stevens, says.
  
  An short, burly Middle-Eastern Women steps forward.
  
  "Lt Chadwicks, Sir. It's a pleasure to see you, Sir." The women says.
  
  "Unfortunately, due to some... friction between the Coalition races, the other races have neglected to send leaders to represent their races. But we shall continue the tour none the less."
  
  > Continue
  You walk towards the heavy vehicles, meant to eliminate massive amounts of enemy forces.
  
  As the war continues, the Thar'Garavan and their allies are being battered by both sides. They clearly need to pick a side, and Mrs Chang has recommended that you visit the Thar'Garavan's main city on their main planet to try convince them to join the Coalition. Do you want to try gain them as an ally?
  
  > No
  You decide against the action. The Thar'Garavan are a race of pirates, warriors, raiders, mercenaries and thugs. There's no place for them in the Coalition.
  
  > Continue
  You sit in your office, a cigar clenched in your teeth, looking over a battle report. There's a lack of morale at the front. The humans believe they're being forced to take most of the losses and are aggressive about it, and the other races believe that the humans are being treated better and are becoming more and more xenophobic.
  
  "Achilles. We have a serious issue." Cabana says as he forces in the door.
  
  "We always have a serious issue."
  
  "This is worse. The alien species want more power, our politicians don't want to give it to them and there's a chunk of other shit going wrong. If this continues, the Alliance will beat the shit into us."
  
  "What's the rundown?"
  
  "There's been race attacks against aliens by humans and vice-versa. The Chosen want their religious texts to feature more prominently in the Coalition laws. The Clones are considering separating from the Coalition. The Remnants want more political power, as most of their entire economy and culture is dedicated to fighting."
  
  "What are our options, Cabana?"
  
  "Well, we could fulfill the demands, but that wouldn't end the many other racial issues. We really only have two options. Firstly, we could use military means to cease power. We'd use soldiers to stop the aliens from uprising and cease power, giving the power to more human-friendly politicians. This would eliminate the issues and put humanity at the top. The Coalition as we know it would fall apart, but humanity would be able to remake it as the new Coalition. It'd sacrifice the unity of all species, but humanity would surive."
  
  "And the other option?"
  
  "I'm not sure this would work, but if you think you have enough reputation among the species, and the Coalition is united enough and loyal to you. We might, and I mean might, be able to reunify the Coalition, but only if the other species are still at least partially united and loyal yo you. Take some time and think about this. The faith of the Coalition is in your hands."
  
  > enforce Human control
  You quickly use the military to cease power. Coalition soldiers stop the various aliens from abandoning the Coalition, and manage to stop the Coalition from falling apart. Marines are used to enforce Martial Rule in various cities and colonies, Leviathan Battleships stop rebellions from taking place, and you regain control over the Coalition. The Coalition becomes more brutal, domineering and incredibly more Human-centric, which, depending on your views, is either a great or terrible thing. Still, now that the Coalition is united, it's time to strike against the Alliance.
  
  > Continue
  The Alliance attacks have all but stopped on the main front. Dozens of colonies and fleets have been destroyed from behind Coalition and Alliance space from what you assume is a small Alliance army attempting to flank you, but it's time to charge on the main front and conquer the Alliance. You quickly mobilize your forces for a new campaign, and decide on your newest targets. You can target the military bases, but you could also target the weak, undefended colonies to greatly weaken the military bases abilities, before going after them.
  
  > Strike against Alliance Military Bases
  You decide to go for the direct, honorable approach, and begin attacking military bases. You take heavy losses, though less than you expected, but quickly wipe out the military bases and move forward with your conquest of the Alliance.
  
  > Continue
  After the recent victory, in a retaliation attack, Alliance forces capture several Coalition ships. Still, your counter-attack into Alliance territory is going well. After the capture of several new Alliance military bases, you're left with a large amount of prisoners, who are currently taking resources to feed, cloth and take care of, and taking manpower to guard. It would be considerably easier to humanely execute them.
  
  > execute the Prisoners
  You begin mass-executing the Alliance prisoners. It's a cruel, but necessary tactic. Afterwards, you receive a video message from the Alliance, showing a Creator executing several dozen Coalition soldiers, pilots and engineers.
  
  "War is hell." You think
  
  You can't be bogged down by sad thoughts. You have a war to fight.
  
  > Continue
  The planet of Rakk'Ash-2 is an ice-world, home to a massive Moogli population. Your forces are taking heavy losses trying to take it, and you've encountered a massive Moogli force in the Ua Mountains. Unfortunately, as your Leviathan Battleships get into position to annihilate them, the Garavan tribe of the Red Spears, your allies, begin an attack against the Moogli force, who will soon disperse and you'll lose your chance. You need to decide whether to annihilate both the Red Spears and the Moogli, or allow the Moogli force to survive, which would require committing further forces to Rakk'Ash-2.
  
  > annihilate the forces
  You fire the Leviathans' main guns, leaving only craters at the site. The Red Spears and the Moogli Forces are annihilated, and you quickly conquer the planet with only slight losses.
  
  > Continue
  A small group of six Alliance Cruisers have flanked the main front and began targeting several key industrial words to cripple the Coalition war machine. Now you have to deal with that.
  
  > send some battleships to destroy the raiding fleet
  You send a half dozen Leviathan Battleships to eliminate the threat. After a few days, you hear nothing from the fleet, and send another Battleship to investigate. Twelve destroyed ships are found, as well as many destroyed industrial facilities, all wiped out by what's presumed to be unknown enemy. The Alliance ships probably had reinforcements, or one fleet destroyed the other, before being destroyed by missiles that had been fired by the destroyed fleet. Whatever happened, there's no witnesses.
  
  > Continue
  The war continues, with many Alliance planets falling to your army. Your forces have finally reached the Iron Ring, a large wall of heavily fortified planets defending the inner circle of Alliance planets. There's very heavy resistance, and the classic approach of space assault followed by ground landing and heavy assault won't work here. Your lieutenants have offered several approaches.
  
  > launch a massive assault to capture the planet
  You launch a massive assault as wave after wave of soldiers are sent to conquer the planet. There's massive lossesut after a long and hard battle, victory is archived, and the Iron Ring falls. The Alliance is losing the war. Victory is at hand.
  
  > Continue
  The final campaign is going well. After the Iron Ring fell, the Alliance are clearly going to be destroyed soon. Unfortunately, several Coalition plans have fallen into Alliance hands. Mrs Chang has called you to her chambers to discuss the reason.
  
  You walk into Mrs Chang's office, and take a seat. Mrs Chang stares at you silently for a minute.
  
  "We have a problem."
  
  "If I had a soldier every time I heard that the Alliance would be burning."
  
  "The spy. The one who gave our plans to the Alliance, and who allowed the assassination team onto the ship to kill you..."
  
  Your robotic arm whirrs in reminder of that.
  
  "... has possibly been found."
  
  "Who is it?" You reply as calmly as you can.
  
  "We've found one of the council members has been receiving illegal funds through his accounts, and definitely has the ability to do this. They've worked with the Alliance so they could have easily been radicalized to hate the Coalition. There's also considerable other evidence, but that's only documents and trip times. We're pretty sure, but not certain, it's him."
  
  "Give me a name, Chang, and I'll give you the bastard's body." You say.
  
  This bastard betrayed the Coalition, and let the men who were going to murder you, your wife and your children in your sleep. You're going to have your revenge.
  
  "It's Augustus Cabana."
  
  You stop. Cabana's been one of your closest friend since the start of your career. It can't be him... Can it?"
  
  "I'll deal with it." You say simply, before walking off.
  
  > find Cabana
  Cabana sits in an armchair in his empty office, staring out into space. He turns and grins his awful, disgusting grin as you enter.
  
  "Achilles. The campaign's going great. They're going to build a statue of you."
  
  "What the hell are the unknown funds you received, Cabana?"
  
  Cabana looks at you, and frowns.
  
  "Shit. You found out about that, did you? OK, fine. Yeah. I reopened the Garavan Gladiator pits. But it keeps the lizards happy, makes us a profit, and trains the next breed of soldiers."
  
  "Don't lie to me Cabana."
  
  "OK, maybe the Gladiator pits are a little cruel, but the Garavan..."
  
  "Not about that."
  
  Cabana raises a scabby eyebrow.
  
  "What's this about, Achilles?"
  
  "Mrs Chang says you're the spy."
  
  "The spy? Are you serious, Achilles?"
  
  Cabana stands, and stares furiously at you.
  
  "I've met your wife, Achilles. I've talked to your kids. I've been your loyal friend since we became Council Members. Do you actually think I'd betray you, and send killers to you and your wife's, and your kid's rooms?"
  
  Cabana swings at you, and you dodge and draw your gun on reflex, pointing it at Cabana's chest.
  
  "Sit down, Cabana."
  
  "Go to hell. Just tell me: Do you think I did this? If not, put down the gun, and we'll forget about this and sit down and get drunk together. But if you really believe me, you'll stop investigating me. If you do, I'll go with you to the investigator's, or whoever the hell we go to to settle this, but I'll never trust you again. Make a choice."
  
  > say "I believe you."
  Cabana sits down in the armchair and sighs.
  
  "Thank you. Let's just have a drink."
  
  You sit down, and Cabana pours you a drink.
  
  "I don't blame you for accusing me, Achilles. I'd be mad and confused if Chang told me you were the spy. Shit, I was worried I was going to get shot then."
  
  "I wouldn't shoot you Cabana."
  
  "I know. We'll find the spy, eventually, Achilles. Eventually."
  
  > Continue
  The inner core of planets is ready for a massive conquest. Your forces are ready. At your command, they will conquer the Alliance, wiping it from the face of the Universe.
  
  > launch the final assault
  A massive, hellish battle takes place as the Coalition makes their final push. To their defense, the Alliance fights well. Space battles take place, full planetary assaults and massive boarding actions. The inner core is turned into a brutal battle of death and destruction. Eventually, after a long, hard, brutal fight, the Alliance is forced to surrender.
  
  > Mankind's Conquest
  You stand in front of a massive crowd, watching the audience. You're in the Alliance capital, accepting the surrender of the Creator leader, known as the Great Commander. Mrs Chang stands to your right, Cabana to your left. The Great Commander walks up to you, bows his head, and offers you a metal gauntlet, the Creator's way of surrendering.
  
  "General Achilles, the Alliance is yours. I officially surrender on behalf of all the people in the Alliance."
  
  "I accept your surrender." You reply.
  
  You quickly glance around. You're standing on a podium in front of a crowd of all different species. The stage is filled with the Alliance leaders, as well as the Coalition leaders, who are mostly human after humanity took over the Coalition through military means and enforcing their control. You step up to the podium to make your victory speech.
  
  "Humans are survivors. We are soldiers. We are leaders. We are conquerors. We've survived lava spewing from the Earth, massive tidal waves, wars, missiles that could obliterate the entire Earth. Not only did we survive, but we prospered. Mankind not only went into space, we conquered it. We founded a Coalition and conquered every other goddamn alien there is. Mankind will survive anything that's thrown at us. We will not only survive the apocalypse, we are the apocalypse. This is only the first stage of mankind's victory. Soon, the whole universe will fall before us. Mankind is strong. This is Mankind's Conquest."
  
  The audience, or at least the vast human part of it, break out into applause. Mrs Chang smiles at you, and Cabana takes you aside.
  
  "Well Achilles, we did it. We don't have to fight any more blue-skins, or deal with espionage, or anything like that. You have celebrations to deal with and whiny Alliance leaders to console. But when you finish, come have a drink with me." Cabana says, giving you his trademark grin that causes his disgusting face to distort and bleed, which you've come to find as charming.
  
  Cabana smiles and turns to walk off. As he walks off, the Great Commander walks over to you. He puts his arm over your shoulder in a vague attempt to act human, and begins walking with you.
  
  "General, we unofficially surrendered three weeks ago. Now, we've officially surrendered. Will you finally call off your constant attacks?" The Great Commander says.
  
  "I haven't authorized any attacks for three weeks, Great Commander."
  
  "General, I've lost entire worlds in the past three weeks. It's from the army that you sent to flank us, to attack our worlds from behind."
  
  You pause.
  
  "I've sent no such army. Speaking of such, I haven't had the army that you sent to flank us surrender yet."
  
  The Great Commander stares at you.
  
  "General Achilles, my forces were more than enough to match yours on the main front. The reason the Alliance lost this war was because of the massive army you've sent from the newest front."
  
  "I've done no such thing, General. The Coalition has sent no massive army to attack your flank, and judging my your tone, you haven't sent an army to flank me."
  
  The Great Commander sighs.
  
  "We have a problem."
  
  > Continue
  Mikhael sat in an open field, working on the farming drone. The drone had been hit by a streak of lightning, frying it's circuits. It would be a quick, but expensive repair. While repairing the drone, Mikhael began planning the rest of his day. He needed to make dinner, pick up his kid from school, check...
  
  Mikhael heard a massive rumbling from the sky. In the sky, slowly approaching, were two massive spherical orbs. Hundreds of ships were being sent out of the orbs, and heading towards the surface. Mikhael yelped as one of these ships quickly flew towards his farmhouse, and landed with a soft thud into the soft soil. Mikhael slowly approached the ship. Suddenly, the ship's doors opened, and a group of six, insectoid cyborgs slowly walked out. Mikhael slowly raised his hands in surrender. He saw in the sky several more orbs were approaching, each carrying a massive army of destruction. He looked back at the insectoid cyborgs, waiting for them to take him prisoner. Suddenly, they fired, and Mikhael was no more. The End had arrived.