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Post by White-Jet on Jul 30, 2008 18:01:31 GMT -5
"The Snarlhogs do not deserve to die. But as it stands, none of the other races will understand unless one of them is taken down by the Vessh'Kul. Snarlhogs are prideful and think themselves mighty. Should their pride be challenged by the swarm, the rest will realize the strength of our enemies and will take the situation more seriously."
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Post by Gen Gravy on Jul 30, 2008 18:13:28 GMT -5
"The chances that a Vessh'Kul make itself presence now is one in a mil-" before Tharn could finish speaking, the ground began to shake.
Gart looked to his Warchief with a worried look.
Tharn's eyes widened, "No... This isn't the Paledons... This is!..."
The trumpeting cry of a massive creature filled the air. A stag of the Vessh'Kul swarm was rushing towards the Snarlhog village. Its eyes glowed an eerie red as it kicked up dust.
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Post by White-Jet on Jul 30, 2008 18:20:20 GMT -5
The Snarlhogs stare at the oncoming stag in shock of its' speed. It would take an entire tribe to cause a quake this strong. Half the tribe recover and take up their lances.
"CHARGE!!!" they shout, stampeding towards the stag with their lances in front of them and their heads down. They are intent on proving to everyone that the Vessh'Kul mean nothing to them.
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Post by Gen Gravy on Jul 30, 2008 18:36:28 GMT -5
The Snarlhog's lances bent or shattered when they struck the stag's hard exoskeleton. Those Snarlhog whose head made contact with Vessh'Kul felt as if they had run head first into a Shining Thundercloud.
The stag let out a trumpeting roar as it lifted one of its claws into the air and swung it at the Snarlhog.
"What will we do, Warchief!?" exclaimed Gart.
"There is nothing we can do," said Tharn, "We don't have weapons strong enough to penetrate a stag's shell. We must take refuge and come up with a plan of attack!"
As Tharn turned to find somewhere to hide, he finds that a large mech was standing behind him. It bore the insignia of the Mars Task Force.
The mech stood at about the same height of the stag. It had sleek armor plating. A spike trident was on the forehead of the mech. Spikes protruded from the mech's head, shoulders and back. Its armor was golden and gleamed in the sun.
"What is this, Warchief!?" exclaimed Gart.
"Our Chieftain has arrived on this planet!" shouted Tharn with a wide grin, "This is one of the new machines the humans have made to fight the Swarm! Spirits be praised!"
The voice of a young man emanated from the mech, "Your men told us you were around here, Warchief Cinderclaw. I have been chasing this bug for some time now. I was planning to follow it to the nest, but if I don't act quick, those pig men are gonna get killed."
The mech hefted up a large rifle and aimed it at the stag. He was waiting to get a clear shot at the beast.
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Post by White-Jet on Jul 30, 2008 18:40:37 GMT -5
The other Snarlhogs saw what had just happened and their confidence dropped like a sack of Paledons. They are now too scared to try and retaliate, or move.
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Post by Gen Gravy on Jul 30, 2008 18:46:20 GMT -5
The rifle let out a crackling explosion as a bolt of energy is fired from its tip. The bolt hits the stag in the head, causing it to explode. The behemoth swayed from side to side before falling to the ground.
The mech lowered the rifle and let out a hiss. The chest opened up, revealing a human piloting it.
The human ran his fingers through his black, spiked hair and said, "Hmmm... The MAR-II still needs some work, but the aiming mechanics of the Diablo is much better now... Have to remember to thank Lixus."
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Post by White-Jet on Jul 30, 2008 18:51:02 GMT -5
Hot-Blood approaches the startled Snarlhogs, crossing his arms in dominance.
"Now do you see the true power of these Vessh'Kul?" he asked, gaining a round of nods from the once confidence warthog race, "Then I believe it will do you well to ally with the Drakens and aide them with your large number and tough skulls."
The Snarlhogs nod again, indicating they and all other Snarlhog tribes will watch their backs and help anyway they can.
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Post by Gen Gravy on Jul 30, 2008 18:56:20 GMT -5
Tharn looked up to the human and saluted him, "Private Cole, I assume?"
Cole looked down and smirked, "Yah," he said, "The one and only. I touched down about ten minutes ago. The main fleet is in the south, trying to strike a deal with the elves."
"Why?" asked Tharn with concern.
"The elves are trying to abduct some people to put into slavery. Aest wants to prevent that, and ally with the elves in order to combat the bugs," said Cole, "He brought one of the eradication fleets from Mars. Mostly Draken ships, but there are some FSA ships in there."
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Post by White-Jet on Jul 30, 2008 19:01:56 GMT -5
"Then I suggest your chief hurries up and cracks the skulls of those Pointy-Earred Baboolon," Hot-Blood mutters in frustration, "Because there is an air of irritation in the air. I do not know if it is because of a misunderstanding in translation, or that they are just as stubborn as the Snarlhogs, but they are not even taking notice of what is going on around them."
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Post by Gen Gravy on Jul 30, 2008 19:09:14 GMT -5
Cole stuck a pinky in his ear and began to twist it around, "Not really my problem," said Cole, "Chances are, the Shrill will get to the elves if the hang around so close the planet."
"It is possible," said Tharn, "After all, the nest should be preparing its forces for war. So the flying swarm should be ready by now... But how is there a stag? The Vessh'Kul has only been here for a day."
Cole shrugged, "Maybe they brought it."
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Post by White-Jet on Jul 30, 2008 19:13:05 GMT -5
Lila suddenly appears beside Hot-Blood, looking devistated, "Hot-Blood! There's something going on! One of the village is under attack by strange insect creatures! Hajime and some of the Mir-Kats are trying to deal with the problem, but with those Dark Elves lingering around the planet, it's a hassle getting them to understand what's going on."
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Post by Gen Gravy on Jul 30, 2008 19:17:44 GMT -5
Cole growled as he pressed some buttons on the side of his cockpit. The hatch closed and hissed loudly as it locked shut.
"If the Vessh'Kul are down south, and the stag was heading south to return to the nest..." said Tharn, "Then the nest is to the south!... Makes sense, the forest is bound to have more resources there."
"The other mech pilots are going to touch down soon, Tharn," said Cole through the mech's computerized voice systems, "I am sending them a notice right now to land near the latest sightings of Vessh'Kul in the south."
Tharn nodded, "Good, your mechs should handle the Vessh'Kul at this stage of growth in their nest."
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Post by White-Jet on Jul 30, 2008 19:21:25 GMT -5
Hot-Blood looks over to Lila, "Worry not, Lila. The rest of the forest land will be safe. There will be aide from the desert land arriving soon to help put an end to these infestations tearing our world apart." he then disappears in a flash of light. Lila sighs and disappears in a beam of light as well.
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Post by Gen Gravy on Jul 30, 2008 19:32:25 GMT -5
Diablo fell to one knee and picked up Tharn and Gart and placed them on its shoulder.
"We will be there soon, my Draken friends," said Cole, "I take pride in Diablo's speed. We will be there to thwart the Vessh'Kul AND the elves!"
Tharn nodded as he held onto the mech. Gart appeared to be holding onto the mech for his life.
The mech got up and crouched down. Its boosters came to life and roared. The mech skated over the desert landscape with amazing speed, heading south towards the location of the Dark Elf ship.
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