Betrayal
As each zealot and dragoon took one step closer to the vicious beasts the psionic presence only pounded stronger in Zaramis's mind. He became unfocused, distraught, completely unaware of what would be the massacre of his troops, crippled to aid them.
The zealot closest plodded closer and closer to the ultralisk, fearless in his beserked state. He ventured closer smelling the gargantuan beast's rancid odor.
As the zealot raised his blade, ready to attack, a small mechanism, engulfed in astounding energy skimmered past, zigzagging it's way to the ultralisk. The mechanism found it's target, releasing a massive explosion of energy. The blast successfully damaged and faltered the nearly invurnable ultralisk, but also completely incinerating the zealot, damaging others nearby.
Zaramis turned to see the origin of the blast, shocked to see the mechanical reavers he so loathed, and numerous shuttles unloading them. Finally the presence became clear as the interfering commander telepathically revealed himself. From his carrier miles above the planet Mauz,
"Entaro Adun Zaramis."
The high templar recognized the commander as Alker, a young brash commander who had quickly ascended the ranks. His heavy arsenal of reavers and carriers were renowned for their massive power.
Zaramis knew the disrespect for not responding the universal greeting, but he was infuriated that his own peer had killed a member of his army. Truly it was a dishonorable way to die.
"You have just killed one of my men Alker!"
"Sacrifices of war Zaramis, they are in my way." Zarmis could picture the arrogant smirk on Alker's face, angering him more. "Now, let me show you what a real battle is like."
The high templar watched in horror as the reavers slowly got in formation, targeting the ultraists that were already engaged in fight with his army. They were too frenzied in battle to notice what was to come.
"Alker the blast would destroy my troops!"
"If that's what it takes to eradicate the zerg……so be it."
The rows of reavers launched their deadly scarabs, making their way to the ultralisks. The explosions teared away the flesh of the monstrous behemoths, but also instantly ended the lives of zealots and dragoons close in range.
Zaramis was furious, as his emotions got the best of him. He watched the soulless reavers end each of the lives of his men, added more and more fury. His anger mounted as reason left.
The bombardment continued until finally not a single living soul was on the battlefield, just huge piles of ultralisk remains and remnants of the automated dragoon bodies.
Zaramis sensed Alker's chuckling face, proud of what he just accomplished.
It was this that pushed Zaramis over the edge……..
