Post by Urdnot Krag on Mar 3, 2015 1:55:39 GMT -7
They Who Challenge the Sun
Chapter One
The mechanical pumps in Krag's helmet creaked as he inhaled icy air from the compressor hidden in the shell of his armor. The shit they had to breath on deployment hadn't changed since the rebellions. It wasn't really air, it was a concoction of chemicals with hints of real oxygen thrown in; both halves tasting equally stale and metallic. Krag kept silent, gliding his eyes over the other Krogan seated around the shuttle. The men passed around weapons and jokes, strapping down the last of their gear to their armor before deployment began.
"Thirty-seconds until we hit the planet!" the pilot shouted over the loudspeakers. Good, that meant the time was nearly at hand.
Krag had brought a few hundred of his men to the Nith system for one thing and one thing only, to begin the first of many operations that will result in his conquest of the DMZ. This was a small operation, but it would be pivotal in the battles to come; especially when the council got involved. The warlord had aged extensively since the rebellion, but he remembered the surface of Mantun just as clearly as he had saw it back then. There were super colliders hidden beneath the boiling rock, each of them able to produce massive amounts of ship fuel. Unfortunately, the source of power for these colliders were a sparkling ring of wreckage loitering lazily around the planet. A gift from the Specters.
The shipped rocked hard as the ship came in hard from orbit and, as the ship prepared to stop above the surface, Krag gripped his shotgun and flung himself to the middle of the shuttle "This is the first step in many that will lead us to our final victory that was denied to us in the rebellions! The ones we kill here today are not worth our time, they are nothing but mercenary scum! We will stomp them out from our planet and wipe them from our boots like the insects they are!"
Chapter One
The mechanical pumps in Krag's helmet creaked as he inhaled icy air from the compressor hidden in the shell of his armor. The shit they had to breath on deployment hadn't changed since the rebellions. It wasn't really air, it was a concoction of chemicals with hints of real oxygen thrown in; both halves tasting equally stale and metallic. Krag kept silent, gliding his eyes over the other Krogan seated around the shuttle. The men passed around weapons and jokes, strapping down the last of their gear to their armor before deployment began.
"Thirty-seconds until we hit the planet!" the pilot shouted over the loudspeakers. Good, that meant the time was nearly at hand.
Krag had brought a few hundred of his men to the Nith system for one thing and one thing only, to begin the first of many operations that will result in his conquest of the DMZ. This was a small operation, but it would be pivotal in the battles to come; especially when the council got involved. The warlord had aged extensively since the rebellion, but he remembered the surface of Mantun just as clearly as he had saw it back then. There were super colliders hidden beneath the boiling rock, each of them able to produce massive amounts of ship fuel. Unfortunately, the source of power for these colliders were a sparkling ring of wreckage loitering lazily around the planet. A gift from the Specters.
The shipped rocked hard as the ship came in hard from orbit and, as the ship prepared to stop above the surface, Krag gripped his shotgun and flung himself to the middle of the shuttle "This is the first step in many that will lead us to our final victory that was denied to us in the rebellions! The ones we kill here today are not worth our time, they are nothing but mercenary scum! We will stomp them out from our planet and wipe them from our boots like the insects they are!"
