Chapter 10
"Commander Hotan,do you have any questions?" asked Lomeir.
"Just one. Do you really expect this to work?" asked Hotan schepticaly.
"Yes,I do. The Vong dont know even the base manuevers that we use." answered Lomeir.
"Me neither." Hotan shrugged, relying on the fact that the admiral rarely failed in choosing his commanders. He just hoped he didnt fail this time.
"Commander we are recieving a report from the 'Reaper', the Vong have approximately two kilometers of troops, including several minor ground bio-tanks." said a stormtrooper.
"Okay,lets go ensign." said Hotan, jumping into the trenches, not bothering to climb down.
Lomeir watched Hotan jump in the trenches. The man was a great commander, and fair. Considering that Lomeir slaughtered two of his stormtroopers, and even wounded Hotan in their first encounter, Hotan was actually kind toward him. He wondered if that was an order that came from the highest level, or was it something else.
With a sigh, he pushed a crate toward the trenches. He didnt like using his power in this way, but he may need to. Experimentaly, he reached out with his mental strenght, checking if he can lift the crate. The crate lifted. Lomeir sighed with relief and jumped into the trenches. The moment he landed the ground trembled.
The Vong were coming.
They marched in tight formation, when they came within two hundred meters,the defenders began to fire. Lomeir opened a wooden crate holding E-Web machineguns. Hotan seemed to be in a trance firing like mad, and then he stopped, turned around and gave the signal to Lomeir to start dividing the E-Webs.
When they came within one hundred, they released a volley of razorbugs and coufee's. Many Imperial soldiers fell, even Hotan was hit. Most of the E-Webs were without gunners. Lomeir sighed, and streched out with his mind.
Most of the E-Webs began to shoot like mad,without pin-point accuracy but still devastating the Yuuzhan Vong march. Only half of the Imperials were still on their feet and shooting.
The Vong finnaly came within one fifty meters,when the Horn of Rage echoed through the woods. The Vong stopped, looking around when the Zabrak rained down upon them.
They came in rivers, wielding their crystal swords and spears expertly. Their eyes burned with rage, their horns glitering in the sunset. The battle broke into thousands of duels, between the Zabrak the the Vong. Lomeir helped Hotan, then drawed his crystal blade.The blade blazed with rage, and Lomeir rushed on the Vong with a battle cry on his lips.
All the Zabrak hailed their leader,as he attacked the Yuuzhan Vong commander.
The lean and muscular figure of the Yuuzhan Vong leader stood with its back turned against the sunset. He stood clad in Vonduun crab armor, wearing the vonduun head mask, a honor only given to the elite warriors in Yuuzhan Vong society.
"Do-ro'ik vong pratte!" the Yuuzhan Vong snarled, issuing the call for ferocity unbridled, the absolute releasing of the base warrior emotions. The Vong warrior twirled his amphistaff, finnaly trapping it between his arm and ribcage, and spreading his foot distance. Lomeir answered his position by swinging at the Vong's amphistaff wielding arm. The Vong moved lightning fast, blocking the blow and pivoting on his left foot, delivering a roundhouse kick to Lomeir's ribs. Lomeir backflipped in effort to regain his balance, and the Vong lowered into a crouch.
Lomeir charged head on, slashing and stabbing at the Vong commander, who deflected blow after blow. After another deflected blow, Lomeir flipped over the Vong, landing into a crouch. That was good, considering that the Vong pivoted on his right foot swinging through the air where Lomeir would have been with enough force to shorten Lomeir for a head, and throw it all the way into the trenches.
Lomeir slashed at the Vong, pushing his amphistaff away and then he stabbed him through the vonduun crab armor with his sharp crystal blade.
The Vong trembled, and then a whisper escaped his scarred lips: "You are worthy."
With that words, the Vong fell dead, and Lomeir lost concience.
"Admiral?" said Cayel,his voice rang through the room with cheerfulness.
"Yes captain?"
"A report is coming in, we fended the Vong off." Cayel said, practicly glowing with pride.
"I had no doubts. Prepare a shuttle with twelve elite stormtroopers and twenty techs, major Kowes is leaving." said Thrawn,his face emotionless as always.
"Sir?" asked Cayel confusedly,he didnt like being confused, it became a habit since the Grand Admiral took command.
Thrawn explained.
"Commander Hotan,do you have any questions?" asked Lomeir.
"Just one. Do you really expect this to work?" asked Hotan schepticaly.
"Yes,I do. The Vong dont know even the base manuevers that we use." answered Lomeir.
"Me neither." Hotan shrugged, relying on the fact that the admiral rarely failed in choosing his commanders. He just hoped he didnt fail this time.
"Commander we are recieving a report from the 'Reaper', the Vong have approximately two kilometers of troops, including several minor ground bio-tanks." said a stormtrooper.
"Okay,lets go ensign." said Hotan, jumping into the trenches, not bothering to climb down.
Lomeir watched Hotan jump in the trenches. The man was a great commander, and fair. Considering that Lomeir slaughtered two of his stormtroopers, and even wounded Hotan in their first encounter, Hotan was actually kind toward him. He wondered if that was an order that came from the highest level, or was it something else.
With a sigh, he pushed a crate toward the trenches. He didnt like using his power in this way, but he may need to. Experimentaly, he reached out with his mental strenght, checking if he can lift the crate. The crate lifted. Lomeir sighed with relief and jumped into the trenches. The moment he landed the ground trembled.
The Vong were coming.
They marched in tight formation, when they came within two hundred meters,the defenders began to fire. Lomeir opened a wooden crate holding E-Web machineguns. Hotan seemed to be in a trance firing like mad, and then he stopped, turned around and gave the signal to Lomeir to start dividing the E-Webs.
When they came within one hundred, they released a volley of razorbugs and coufee's. Many Imperial soldiers fell, even Hotan was hit. Most of the E-Webs were without gunners. Lomeir sighed, and streched out with his mind.
Most of the E-Webs began to shoot like mad,without pin-point accuracy but still devastating the Yuuzhan Vong march. Only half of the Imperials were still on their feet and shooting.
The Vong finnaly came within one fifty meters,when the Horn of Rage echoed through the woods. The Vong stopped, looking around when the Zabrak rained down upon them.
They came in rivers, wielding their crystal swords and spears expertly. Their eyes burned with rage, their horns glitering in the sunset. The battle broke into thousands of duels, between the Zabrak the the Vong. Lomeir helped Hotan, then drawed his crystal blade.The blade blazed with rage, and Lomeir rushed on the Vong with a battle cry on his lips.
All the Zabrak hailed their leader,as he attacked the Yuuzhan Vong commander.
The lean and muscular figure of the Yuuzhan Vong leader stood with its back turned against the sunset. He stood clad in Vonduun crab armor, wearing the vonduun head mask, a honor only given to the elite warriors in Yuuzhan Vong society.
"Do-ro'ik vong pratte!" the Yuuzhan Vong snarled, issuing the call for ferocity unbridled, the absolute releasing of the base warrior emotions. The Vong warrior twirled his amphistaff, finnaly trapping it between his arm and ribcage, and spreading his foot distance. Lomeir answered his position by swinging at the Vong's amphistaff wielding arm. The Vong moved lightning fast, blocking the blow and pivoting on his left foot, delivering a roundhouse kick to Lomeir's ribs. Lomeir backflipped in effort to regain his balance, and the Vong lowered into a crouch.
Lomeir charged head on, slashing and stabbing at the Vong commander, who deflected blow after blow. After another deflected blow, Lomeir flipped over the Vong, landing into a crouch. That was good, considering that the Vong pivoted on his right foot swinging through the air where Lomeir would have been with enough force to shorten Lomeir for a head, and throw it all the way into the trenches.
Lomeir slashed at the Vong, pushing his amphistaff away and then he stabbed him through the vonduun crab armor with his sharp crystal blade.
The Vong trembled, and then a whisper escaped his scarred lips: "You are worthy."
With that words, the Vong fell dead, and Lomeir lost concience.
"Admiral?" said Cayel,his voice rang through the room with cheerfulness.
"Yes captain?"
"A report is coming in, we fended the Vong off." Cayel said, practicly glowing with pride.
"I had no doubts. Prepare a shuttle with twelve elite stormtroopers and twenty techs, major Kowes is leaving." said Thrawn,his face emotionless as always.
"Sir?" asked Cayel confusedly,he didnt like being confused, it became a habit since the Grand Admiral took command.
Thrawn explained.