Gaiaterra: Elysea's Conflict/Pandora

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The Pandora is the epic unit of, the legendary general of. This epic unit is planned to be voiced by *TBA*.

History
"May our children forgive us..."

-Pandora crew before firing

One of the most feared albeit decisive weapons deployed in the Voshkod-Andoran War, the Pandora is a military refit of an Andoran Space Agency payload delivery mechanism that used an electromagnetic railgun to fire small satellites and Solaris maintenance equipment into orbit. By the time Voshkod forces found themselves at the verge of victory in southern Orlais, Republic high command made a controversial decision to avert its defeat: Despite the official ban on neutron weapons that had been imposed on behalf of Elswor after the Global War on Terror, the Andorans have modified some of their regular weapons into so-called 'enhanced radiation warheads'. Whilst just as devastating as any other tactical explosive weapon, these neutron bombs are designed to emit an extreme magnitude of radiation during the explosion which is strong enough to penetrate the armor of even the most heavily protected vehicles, leaving them intact for capture by anyone willing and desperate enough to stomach the sight of what remains inside after the crew members have succumbed to the neutrons. The Pandora is capable of launching these terrifying warheads over long distances, letting them detonate right upon impact or upon delayed proximity activation after they have hit the ground.

Short Story
President Jean-Philippe Marmont stared blankly at the strategic map of Andora, watching his country disappear bit by bit under the dark crimson overlay that marked the Voshkod-controlled territories. Paris, Le Mans, Lyon, Marseille; all of them had long fallen under the blood-red shadow that encroached relentlessly upon the last fighting Republic remnants in the south near the Garonne river. Beyond that, the only thing still standing between the Union and its total victory on the continent after three years of warfare would be the Pyrenees mountains, followed by the valiant but hopelessly outmatched armies of Spain and Portugal. Despite having repelled an amphibious invasion at the coast of Blackwall, the Feralden was still unable to mount a landing of their own and what was left of the free Dutch, Belgian and Aselian forces had pulled back into the Iberian Peninsula to recover. These bloodied, battle-hardened units were too precious to be wasted in the meat grinder that Orlais had become, acting as veteran training instructors for thousands of hastily recruited volunteers that were rushed into the remaining Republic battle groups.

Nobody knew what was going to happen next. Would the Voshkod starve the last bastions of Andora into submission and press for a dictated peace? Or would General Fran once again attempt the impossible and send her ravaging hordes onwards? In that event, the Republic would soon have to resort to general conscription of all able-bodied men and women. To the average Andoran, Fran had long overshadowed Premier Lunafreya as the true evil behind this increasingly ruthless, total war and nobody in their right mind would be willing to surrender to a Shock Trooper. But Marmont could no longer bear witness to an entire generation of Andorans bleeding out on the battlefield, only for their sacrifices to be erased once the victors proceed to dictate their version of history. He was tired, bitter, and lonely. With the remaining Andoran exile governments scattered and the Alliance's Prime Minister Robert Bingham still fighting a hopeless diplomatic battle in front of the powerless United Nations, someone had to make the choice in favor of a last, decisive stand; draw the final line.

Near Toulouse, later that day

"Mont Blanc, this is Cuirassier. Sensors are functioning as intended and we're in position to observe", the commander of a lone Pandur IFV reported. The anxiousness and fear in his voice came through quite noticeably. "Force de frappe is standing by. Operation Pandora is a go, I say again, Pandora - is - go", a senior Orlais officer on board the carrier replied while President Marmont stepped forth and whispered: "May our children forgive us. Vive la république". The Pandur commander took position behind his periscope, observing a full column of Sentinel tanks as they approached through a valley some kilometers away. With such heavy weaponry in action, the Andoran defenders in this sector were expected to fall within a matter of hours. The senior officer started counting down to the moment of truth: "Commence fire mission in 3...2...1..."

Within seconds, more than a dozen bright spots flared up on the digital map all the way between the outskirts of Bordeaux and Toulouse and the Pandur commander had to squint his eyes at the intense flash that engulfed the entire valley, dazzling him even through the filter lenses. For a brief moment, the searing, unearthly brightness shone through even the most minuscule spaces in the vehicle's supposedly airtight hull. The flash faded and was followed by a deep grumble which grew into a raging storm that blew past the hull-down vehicle. The IFV shook violently while the surrounding trees burst into flame, bent with the blast wave, then snapped back towards ground zero from the rapid change in pressure. "It's tearing us apart!", the weapons technician panicked while the driver tried to reassure him with baseless optimism: "We'll make it, just hold on!"

"Cuirassier, this is Mont Blanc. Come in, Cuirassier", the senior officer inquired. The commander regained his senses and looked through the periscope once again, reporting his observations. The lush springtime countryside down in the valley had been turned into a blackened wasteland littered with the charred, skeleton-like remains of uprooted trees and burned farmhouses, while an ominous pillar of dust and fire rose above the hellish scenery, towering miles high into the sky where the top portion transitioned into dark, looming clouds. Even the mighty Voshkod tanks were no match for this nigh-apocalyptic magnitude of firepower. Mesmerized by the awe-inspiring sight, the commander kept staring until he noticed a gash of blood dripping out of his nose. His heartbeat started to soar and a cutting, excruciating pain manifested in his head. "What the hell is happening to us!?", the technician screamed in terror as he experienced the same rapidly developing symptoms while his muscles went haywire with uncontrollable spasms. "Too...close...", the driver rasped before breaking into a horrifying cough with his insides writhing in pain. Moments later, the entire crew succumbed to the intense barrage of highly penetrating neutron radiation that destroyed their bodies within minutes. Disturbed silence befell the attendants in the Richelieu's CDC as the haunting screams of the three faded into static. The line had been crossed.