"To our dying breath, that is the creed of war for us Sir'Kahn. We will destroy all that threaten us, be them human or otherwise. All enemies we have fought, albiet they are young and headstrong races, or archaic and barbaric, all must be defeated, or at least pacified for we may maintain our survival."

A tall being stood erect, it shook its armored hand in front of it, while it said these words, its voice ringing across the room, causing many of his own kind to bow thier heads in agreement. He clenched his fist, a powerful light eminated from his hand, a blade three feet long extending from the gauntlet, from the front of his fist. His eyes glowed with prominence, he continued to speak, his tone hissing in a deep voice.

"All Sir'Kahn warriors have honor, Virok warriors do not, the brutes throw themselves blindly at war as a play thing, not the art it is... Our weapons show the elegance of our advanced technology and might of our war machine!"

At this the crowd of Sir'Kahn lifted thier hands and cheered. The one that stood at the head of them dropped his head low and disabled his blade. Then he lifted his head, all was quiet. He lifted his hand in front of him and closed it, his four fingers closing together, the metal of the gauntlet shining bright still. He lifted his other hand, it was bare, scaled, leathery and tough, the gray tone dull against the bracer on the same arm. He lifted both hands to his head and removed a helmet, showing his head, lizardlike, with frills and a lowered spine, which when he roared upward to the heavens, it rose to its full hight.

"No army can defeat us!"

With that, cheering resounded, roaring of the beings rang through the place then it changed, all of them moved about, strapping on armor that had bright crystals shining like small fonts of pure energy, they activated all manner of strange devices, and readed weapons, this was no building, it was a battleship.

Throughout the ship all manner of soldiers clammered about readying themselves for what most likely was combat. Up at the center of the ship was a line of soldiers standing erect, the speaker from earlier in front of them.

"Your mission is simple, retrieve the data disks at the human base topside, then continue on into thier territory, disable the artillery emplacements. I cannot guarentee your survival, the mission is near suicide, and you rookie," he said as he walked up to a young one of the group, " will be responsible for the disks, you hear me soldiers!"

"Yes Lord-Duke! The mission will be accomplished no matter the cost!"

He leaned toward the young one, he was only taller than him by to inches, "good, that is what we need from our soldiers, determination"

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About six score dropships dropped into the atmosphere, they already were under fire from ground emplacements. Each ship came in hard, many crashed instead of landing, but one single dropship crashed deep in the human territory.

"Ok, who can move, because I cant move" one of the soldiers said, his leg was pinned, the emergency lights came on.