Regrad, Grand High Poobah of The Fleet, watched as the city on Krakken IV was rebuilt, where vicious fighting had taken place in their war to liberate the planet from Enemy control. Piles of enemy bodies fille the streets and Dozens of craters pocketed the city. Until recently, war had always confused the azguardians as silly and unnessicairy, in the same way that planes seem to be a bit excessive to birds.
He walked over to the tunnles, which was blocked off to all without security clearance. After being admitted he wandered over to a rack of high-powered Blaster Rifles. A pair of Kraz guards stood nearby, comparing the sizes and power of blasters. The Kraz were still adapting to the surge of new technology they had recieved from the Azguardians, and many were already inventing crazy devices, like tunneling with a Turbo laser turret.
His two guides lead him down a tunnle, along with ten escort troopers. At the end was the control room of Enemy activity on Krakken IV, and great care had been taken not to damage anything. Reaching to the safety catch on the blaster, Regan slowly advanced towars a hall-way leading to the launch-room, where a small command force of enemies had escaped. This too confused the azguardians, the thought of the captain being in thevery back. As he would have been most experienced he should have been in front, giving orders and evaluating situations.
The launch bay was cold and dark, the lights destroyed in the fighting. He saw a small Tydirion-class shuttle in the corner, surprising indeed.
"Captain, take two men and carefully inspect that shuttle" Regan was cautious as to what it might do. The rest of his men were reading computer outlays and statistics. Regan joine them, and read mqany surprising facts from the computer : The Religions of the two cultures shared dozens of striking similarities, their languages were similar, they knew many similar tidbits of information, all of it was down here.
Several minutes later, he paused and wondered why the three men had not returned. Slowly he approached the shuttle, drawing a smaller blast pistol. Entering the ship, he saw the two troopers dead, and the captain gone. Out of nowhere came the back end of a blast-rifle, knocking him out of the ship. It began to take off, and the last thing Regrad saw in the cockpit of the fleeing shuttle was the captain, eyes crimson.
Of corse, this is not too strange for an azguardian, who's eyes change color to reflect mood, but rarely does it do that with teeth un-extended, fists not flailing, and no blood (preferably someone elses') splattered all over their face, judging by the deepness of the blood wrath.
Getting up slowly, Regrad noticed another body lying on the floor, that of a man, flesh blue and green, rotting, and oh yes, a hole in his chest where something had burst out.
Several days later
Now that the city was well under construction, The council had read his report, and everyone was satisfied that this would be a puzzler until something horrible happened, thus leaving them plenty of time to relaxe until it DID happen, Regrad may return home to observe the construction of the fleet.
And out in space, a Tyderian shuttle landed on a cold, desolate planet, where large guards, all Jaw and muscle and big guns surrounded it. An Azguardian go out, and shout have been shot then, had not this aura of foreboding fill the men, who recognised one of the six masters.
“Brilliant” he thought “This will be an excellent tool”
He walked over to the tunnles, which was blocked off to all without security clearance. After being admitted he wandered over to a rack of high-powered Blaster Rifles. A pair of Kraz guards stood nearby, comparing the sizes and power of blasters. The Kraz were still adapting to the surge of new technology they had recieved from the Azguardians, and many were already inventing crazy devices, like tunneling with a Turbo laser turret.
His two guides lead him down a tunnle, along with ten escort troopers. At the end was the control room of Enemy activity on Krakken IV, and great care had been taken not to damage anything. Reaching to the safety catch on the blaster, Regan slowly advanced towars a hall-way leading to the launch-room, where a small command force of enemies had escaped. This too confused the azguardians, the thought of the captain being in thevery back. As he would have been most experienced he should have been in front, giving orders and evaluating situations.
The launch bay was cold and dark, the lights destroyed in the fighting. He saw a small Tydirion-class shuttle in the corner, surprising indeed.
"Captain, take two men and carefully inspect that shuttle" Regan was cautious as to what it might do. The rest of his men were reading computer outlays and statistics. Regan joine them, and read mqany surprising facts from the computer : The Religions of the two cultures shared dozens of striking similarities, their languages were similar, they knew many similar tidbits of information, all of it was down here.
Several minutes later, he paused and wondered why the three men had not returned. Slowly he approached the shuttle, drawing a smaller blast pistol. Entering the ship, he saw the two troopers dead, and the captain gone. Out of nowhere came the back end of a blast-rifle, knocking him out of the ship. It began to take off, and the last thing Regrad saw in the cockpit of the fleeing shuttle was the captain, eyes crimson.
Of corse, this is not too strange for an azguardian, who's eyes change color to reflect mood, but rarely does it do that with teeth un-extended, fists not flailing, and no blood (preferably someone elses') splattered all over their face, judging by the deepness of the blood wrath.
Getting up slowly, Regrad noticed another body lying on the floor, that of a man, flesh blue and green, rotting, and oh yes, a hole in his chest where something had burst out.
Several days later
Now that the city was well under construction, The council had read his report, and everyone was satisfied that this would be a puzzler until something horrible happened, thus leaving them plenty of time to relaxe until it DID happen, Regrad may return home to observe the construction of the fleet.
And out in space, a Tyderian shuttle landed on a cold, desolate planet, where large guards, all Jaw and muscle and big guns surrounded it. An Azguardian go out, and shout have been shot then, had not this aura of foreboding fill the men, who recognised one of the six masters.
“Brilliant” he thought “This will be an excellent tool”