Fang tossed the corpse aside like an orphan on the street.
"Let's get out of here before we wind up dead." That is one thing we could all agree on. We shot out our wings and took flight, leaving the smoking ruins behind.
RAAM POV:
I watched the footage that was being sent to me via cameras on the helmets. It appears that the only possible resistance preventing us from conquering our own home are these six avian meat bags. So? They are nothing more than ancient relics. But that little one...could be a problem. It also appears that our Reavers can't take them here to be processed until we kill the little one. My Theron Guard stomped into my tent and told me in our own language, "The only survivor from battalion 11 has returned."
"Send him in. I need a few answers."
The soldier stumbled in. He had bruises and gashes up his arms.
"What did you see?"
"The humans have some sort of organic floatation devices."
"Wings" I growled.
"Y-yes. They are also stronger than the other fleshlings on this planet. But they are also weak, arogant, and they care about eachother, deeply. Maybe we could use this to our advantage?"
I formulated a plan while he adjusted the lens on his cone shaped helmet. "Yes. Kidnap one down here, and the rest would follow. Their over-zealousness and self-confidence shall be their downfall."
I walked past the Cyclops, who emitted a relieved sigh.
"I have no tolerance for failure." I took out my boltok and shot the cyclops in the back of the head. I holstered it and continued to walk out of my tent and entered my camp full of loyal minions. If only the queen were still here.
"ATTENTION!" I boomed. The drones immediatly got into their respective rows: Drones in front, Best Riders, Kantus, and finally Boomers. "We have a finally have a challenge!" I uploaded the recordings from the cameras onto a disk that was then uploaded by my Theron onto the main screen behind me. The footage displayed stills of the winged humans. All of the troops laughed menacingly. That is what I like in an army. Not a bunch of washed-out ground walkers that are to afraid to fight. My kind was born to kill.
"We have a plan though! Steal the little one!" The screen paused at the little girl with messy blonde hair. The Boomers laughed dopely. "Remember: Cut off the head and the body dies! If we get to her, than the rest will follow down here, where we will have a trap ready. The Beast Riders grin was full of razor sharp teeth, useful for chewing through a human's bone. The entire camp began cheering, which followed up to me holding up a clawed hand to silence them.
"But, we have to kill the blind one first. If my sources are correct," I looked back at my tent, thinking about the decaying drone, then up at the monitor that froze on an image of the blind one. "the blind one can sense where we are, even if the Wretches silently stalk them. That is why Sniper Battalion 8901 will be sent out to kill him from afar. Riders, saddle up! Your Bloodmounts will follow to scramble the humans. During the confusion, Armored Kantus will snatch the female and head back to base. You know your tasks. Do not fail me."
I stepped back into my tent grinning, hearing the cheers of the horde roaring with pride almost brings a tear to my eye. Almost.