Ankshar Kha
Marauder
The Bryn'adûl had arrived to establish a foothold on a new world. Theirs was an unwavering belief in the manifest destiny of their people. A clear supremacy to the many lifeforms that inhabited the galaxy squabbling over meaningless 'nuances' of philosophical belief. As the Draelvasier spread to the stars they would not bother to claim that they were worthy, but demonstrate it through crushing their enemies and stretching across the vast ocean of stars.Why then was there a beam of plasma hovering inches from her face? The bedeviled, armored figure knelt on the ground with hands bound behind her. Black eyes peered out at the small, six foot creature that pointed its energy weapon at her. The Human's arm was level with its shoulder given the sheer size of the 'monster' they had secured. A nine foot terror that came from the shadows surrounded with beasts the likes of which these pitiful wretches had never seen before.
Why then was she the one captive? Sharp, loud clicks radiated from the dark purple creature. The small ones spoke in Basic. They wanted to know if more of her kind were out there waiting to devour their meat-ridden bodies and pick their fangs clean with snapped bone. Some even suggested carving their captives up for study. Funny, she might like to have done the same thing -- if she had even the slightest notion there'd be anything worthwhile to learn. Their physiology, however, was already well known to the Bryn'adûl. There would be no reason to spare them.
Spare them? Her clicks grew with intensity. The indignity of her advanced force being caught in some trap. Taken captive. Their pathetic demands for her to be silent meant nothing to her. They were nothing, and now she would prove it.
As one the shackles that bound the towering creatures snapped. The saber sliced through the dark purple one's right shoulder, but it did not still the beast set loose in the camp. The small one then fell back as it directed other small ones to shoot the escaped prisoners.
Ankshar Kha was a Marauder of The Bryn'adûl. An Aeravalin of the Draelvasier. A woman devoted to their cause, an 'intellect' of their people, and a warrior that would not rest so long as there were enemies to kill. A deep roar blast from her maw as she leaped at the nearest morsel. Her claws snapped the armor bindings before shredding the man's chest in one swipe. Hers was not the largest of their kind, nor her muscles the strongest, but despite her lineage Ankshar was strong. She would exemplify the best of her kind. She would be the best of her kind. And this camp... These creatures would pay for their outrageous acts.
High pitched screams and shouts of the small ones rang throughout the small cove. All answered with earth-trembling roars of the Draelvasier. Terror, yes; their height, their appearance, the ease with which they carved up flesh and broke bone, and the ear-shattering roar of nightmares made manifest would have haunt these ones had they any hope to survive.
Blaster fire lit up the evening air. The chemical fires they set for lighting had been quickly extinguished as the Draelvasier rampaged through the camp. Ankshar's teeth, claws, and tail had destroyed or torn a great many things that had gotten in her way with the fury of a thousand men. Her massive figure bound across the open ground faster than most Humans could; large tracks of dirt were torn in her wake from her hands and feet taking perch deep in the soil and rock around them. What few vertical structures existed were easily and quickly climbed leaving no man or woman safe from her clutches.
It was when most lay dead that the small one's beast of war -- a tank -- came to life. One or two must have crawled on their bellies into the iron thing. Then there was the 'Force' user. Their leader. He dealt with the other remaining Draelvasier now; the two testing one another's ability to penetrate each others defenses.
Time to end this. Time to return to the rest of her amassed horde, and to show these little ones what true monsters looked like. And what happened when you stood to fight something so pure, and perfected as Draelvasier and The Bryn'adûl.
A thunderclap shook the very ground as the tank fired at Ankshar. She leaped, slid and bound across the distance making it difficult for their cannon to quickly follow her movements. The closer she got, the easier it became, but it would not be quick enough.
Within the confines of metal, two small ones cried out in surprise as the vehicle began to tilt forward. They felt a sudden jerk down and forward as though they'd struck something rolling downhill; when in fact Ankshar had taken hold of the vehicle's front and begun to heft it off the ground. An awkward, bulky object whose center of gravity was further back than she might have otherwise liked. Fury drove her to act, however. It did not matter how strenuous the task, they would all be made to suffer.
Sentiment the Sith-trained Human shared as he managed to cut down the only other remaining Draelvasier in camp. He whirled and turned his eyes to what was to be his last victim.
Teeth-grinding creaking of twisted metal was followed only a second later by another loud, deep boom. Ankshar threw her head back and roared up at the nightsky as though to challenge all like the Human she had just flattened beneath the tank. Their precious Force could not save them when they had no time to react. They were slow in mind, body, and spirit. She would slaughter them all for being unworthy of breathing the same air as she.
Two hours passed. The night had grown long. Too long. The next in line for command had begun to contemplate ending the long wait for their Marauder's return. They could not favor her being lost in combat, but she was overdue. It would take its toll on morale if the more intelligent of their number began to think Ankshar dead. Action would silence their tongues.
Suddenly the cries of a large number of draeyde bats could be heard ahead of where the small army awaited their Marauder. The bats were controlled by the Shamen present; a precarious task as any slip in control would almost certainly be fatal. Their cries were they an alarm either of enemy advancement, or of impending peril by their own. In either case, those holding the leashes of the under-developed creatures looked to the source of commotion.
Ahead they saw a lone figure moving over the rocky terrain. It stood upright and tall. It was hard to tell how tall at first, but it was not Human. As it got closer they could make out that it was Ankshar herself. Alone. Several wounds evident on her carapace. Lasersword. Blaster. Yet despite these she forged ahead as though she were simply stretching her legs before battle. They waited, patient to this moment and patient a little longer yet until she arrived.
And there was no mistaking her arrival.
"We march. Now. The enemy's stronghold is ours, and we will consume them to the last tonight," the Marauder roared with a fist thrust into the air.
One of her subordinates approached and 'observed' she had been gone an unexpectedly long amount of time, and seemed wounded. "Perhaps another should--" The words died in the gray Draelvasier's throat as Ankshar's hand seized its neck.
"I will not suffer the blight on this world a second longer than I must," she snarled before the offender was cast aside. A low growl bubbled forth as she turned to lead from the front. "We march."
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