Excerpts From My WIP
He pulled on the flesh-tight armor that encapsulated his tall, slender body. New armor always took time to adjust to your specific body, and until it did it tended to pull against the scales on their limbs. His armor was extremely new, his other set had been killed in an attack against the rats that called themselves “Hux”. His hinge jaw flexed, his mouth opening and closing in disgust. Their war against the Hux had raged for centuries, and there was no sign of it stopping anytime soon. His species regarding the Hux as nothing more than street rats, deserving of the lowest form of execution: genocide. The Sacred Council of Five had ordered his fleet, the Holy Destroyer of History, to purge this sector of space of the Hux and the fleas they carried. He flicked a split tongue against his razor sharp teeth at the luscious thought of ending their existence.
Taluk was the Supreme Commander of the Infantry and it was his job to lead their superior ground forces against the filthy, flea ridden Hux. The effort was going well and his leaders were most pleased with his progress. That was, until they ran into a snag. Or rather, a snag ran into them. They had encountered a new species that had called themselves “Humans”. Taluk and his companions usually pronounced it “who-mons” in a mocking tone. These Humans had quickly grown from a mere snag into a thorn in his side. Then to a full blown executioner’s blade at his throat.
He had underestimated these Humans on multiple occasions and it had cost him dearly. When they had first made contact, they seemed content to occupy their outer worlds and leave them and their war alone. They weren’t interested in getting involved in a war between two alien species. Which was just as good for Taluk as he wasn’t interested in wasting time on an unknown species of unknown origins. They had formed a picket line to protect their outer worlds and keep the two warring alien races at bay.
Taluk was the Supreme Commander of the Infantry and it was his job to lead their superior ground forces against the filthy, flea ridden Hux. The effort was going well and his leaders were most pleased with his progress. That was, until they ran into a snag. Or rather, a snag ran into them. They had encountered a new species that had called themselves “Humans”. Taluk and his companions usually pronounced it “who-mons” in a mocking tone. These Humans had quickly grown from a mere snag into a thorn in his side. Then to a full blown executioner’s blade at his throat.
He had underestimated these Humans on multiple occasions and it had cost him dearly. When they had first made contact, they seemed content to occupy their outer worlds and leave them and their war alone. They weren’t interested in getting involved in a war between two alien species. Which was just as good for Taluk as he wasn’t interested in wasting time on an unknown species of unknown origins. They had formed a picket line to protect their outer worlds and keep the two warring alien races at bay.