[TR] Imperial Reach: Organized, Tactical, Mature, Ages 18+

Oh, we're going with alternative lyrics now, eh?
(Jukebox Hero is the source, this being a variant delivered upon me by a wandering internet bard before the Air Nerfs as I did my best to hold off the air zerg. Unfortunately, this is all I can remember!)

He's a Burst-Max Hero, Crosshairs in his eyes!
A Burst-Max Hero, a Lib in his sights!

Get on the front line with us... we don't care how op the enemy is cause we will beat them..

join us!!!! For the republic!

'Twas the night before Monday and all through Auraxis
The Vanu were strafing in OP strafe MAXes
Their Magriders perched atop mountains with care
Their Cylon-shaped Scythes sliced their way through the air

The spawn rooms were covered, the points were all capped
Their leader at ease as he stared at the map
"The fight has been won," he announced with a shout
"Load in to your transports! Prepare to move out!"

When up on the tower there arose such a clatter
He sprang from his map to see what was the matter
He hurried along in the noisy direction
And beheld a sight that turned pale his complexion

The southern-faced bursters had all opened fire
The comms sounded desperate, the outlook was dire
When suddenly over the crest of the ridge
Four enemy Gals backed by mossies and libs!

He spotted the first one and started to choke
At the controls was the mighty RedOak!
More rapid than eagles his coursers they came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name!

"Now Taco! now, Vantras! now, Bear, Ock, and Riyo!
On, Santo! on, Penty! on, Zib, Trek, and Xeno!
Hack all the consoles! Deploy us a Sundy!
Hit them so hard they make brown in their undies!"

The defense had failed to get them to stop
Now galaxies hovered all ready to drop
The soldiers descended from high with precision
The lead Vanu then made a hasty decision

"Fall back to the tower! Guard all the stairs!
We have greater numbers! We'll hold them in there!"
But just as he turned to make his retreat
Two live grenades rolled in under his feet.

The blast sent him airborne, it seemed like slow motion
He watched them stream in, determined and focused
He knew as he fell that his force was outmatched
His stomach would turn if it were still attached

By the time he awakened upstairs in the tube
His forces were already pinned in the room
Outside the shields he saw nothing but smoke
When over the speaker boomed the voice of RedOak:

"We call this here base Castle Aetrix, you see!
It forever belongs to Imperial Reach!
And unless you'd enjoy more unbearable pain
You'll go back to your warpgate and won't come again!

"We're Imperial Reach and haven't you heard?
Our tactics and teamwork will beat out your zerg
We're madder than hell and we're ready to fight
So NO BASE FOR YOU, and have a good night!"

A Haiku for you

The Traumahawk Lands
As if Death himself walks out
All of our foes Die

Haiku? Haiku!

We leave the Warp-Gate
We bring with us a Max-Crash
Woe comes to our foes

I love Haiku.

Soldier are you looking for a fight?
Good, IR running OPs tonight
Grab your weapon, follow me
Get yourself in galaxy

Taco's gal is always red
All those Reavers are now fled
There goes NC Air fleet
Mossies surely will get them beat

One, two, three, four
Place those claymores on the floor
Five, six, seven, three
Kill that sniper in a tree

Rush the point, up the stairs
NC MAXes? No one cares
Flash-bang out, concussion too
MAXes down and crying boo

Stomp the yard, suppress the spawn
Superior power, brains and brawn
That's what IR does all night
Soldiers were you looking for a fight?

Join us and fight with power
Blue and purple tears will shower
Grab your weapon, follow me
IR leads to victory!

Get into the Gal
Find the NC, Give 'em hell!
Imperial Reach style

A haiku for IR.
This is where I say something
really funny. Nope.

Gotta stay true, gotta stay strong.
Rifle ready, All day long!
Ain't no hiding from us in this foreign sight,
My boys will be coming for you from the left and from the right.

Not just soldiers, call us higher,
Like an eagle spitting righteous fire.

Turn around my boys behind you
Chase you down, down to the wire
Achieving every victory written down in history
This mission is the vision, so just listen, listen.

Chainguns spinning how frightful
Nc dieing how delightful
Walking in a Reachey wonderland

Lasers and plasma flying near by
Young Scytche pilots learning how to fly
Full IR platoon pulling Strikers out
Purple noisy fighters will crash without a doubt

Hashtag No-Scope MLG
Three Sixty Double Kill Certs for me
Mosquito Bail and then C4
Bathe in Pools of NC Gore.

-Exhalted

Ok, so it' s not a poem but I filmed some video of IR walking to the warpgate before Friday night ops

There is a place where the warpgate ends
And before the battle begins
And the explosions are loud and bright
And there the Indar sun burns like a great light
And there the Mosquito refuels from its flight
To shoot down Reavers and Scythes again

We wish to stay in this place where all is quite
And the roads on Amerish turn and bend
Driving by where the Bio Lab glows
IR shall make the VS tremble wherever we go
And take the base where the VS where moments ago
To the place where the warpgate ends

Yes IR thinks the NC and VS a worthy foe
And IR will go to the squad waypoint and know
That the NC and VS will be made food for the crow

The place where the warpgate ends

Rose are red
Violets are blue
Penty is probably drunk
The VS smell like poo

TR are red
NC are blue
VS are purple
IR is one amazing crew

Prowlers rolling down the hill
Looking for NC to kill
Zib is leading the platoon
Pushing through Quartz Ridge dune

Vanguards spotted by north tower
Prowlers anchored with full power
Shells are flying through desert dirt
Blue hostiles do get hurt

Gals are dropping friendly troops
Foes gets stomped by brave red boots
Points are capped, the base is ours
NC ran away with scours

Im not much of a poem guy... but this seems appropriate...

Friday Night Ops, full platoon drops
Galaxies, Sunderers, Prowlers and Lightnings. IR on the horizon, paralyzingly frightening
Zib in command, the battles in hand
Fill that killing itch, making the enemy our *****