Post: 3
The man's lack of speaking was so very odd to Nexus, who was ever so used to having to deal with politics and deception. Regardless, he was quickly given a report on the situation, he rubbed his fingers together in thought as he read over it. This was not good. Well actually the report itself was good, however the problem was rather unfortunate. If this was indeed a cult, it would be difficult to infiltrate it without enacting suspicion. If they had any intelligence in them at least. He'd definitely need to prepare his spies very in depth for the occasion. However, that plan was quickly put to the side for now as the sounds erupted. [member="Avery Regailis"] instantly moving into action regardless of whatever Nexus would choose. The blade across his back moved out of its sheath,
Shruuk entering the casual hand at his side as the slightest of smiles emerged on his face. Nexus was hardly a sadist, nor a battle lover...Well not exactly. There was a certain triumph in battle he enjoyed, proof that death would not take him easily.
As Avery and his men began to work on their own methods, it was time that Nexus did his. The Protectorates people would deal with firepower from the air no doubt, though the Goran could preform that duty it was mainly to lay waste before landing. And at the moment, landing his people would only interfere with the Corporate Protectorates interests. So he'd deal with who he had with him, he started to move towards the battle, 4
Zhorngi with him, and 6
Jkri behind those. He came to see the battle field, massive creature and holes. The Gareth lek massive insect like creatures standing at 4 meters and being seven meters long. A chuckle emerged from his throat, then one of the Jkri came up to him informing him about more of the situation. A strange sound being heard upon some of the communications systems before they went dark.
He turned to the Zhorngi with him,
"Get a corpse and send it to my ship for study. If you have the time, concoct a sufficient poison. Or at the very least get us information on what it is, and transfer that information to ever official in the Protectorate present." he ordered. The 4 shapeshifters moved instantly, carrying alchemized blades and being trained in the most extreme of circumstances there were few more experienced combatants out there. It wouldn't be hard for them to take down one of these creatures, especially as a group, he began to walk into the battle, his smile growing as he waded in. Two of the Zhorngi had sorounded one the creatures while the other two fended off others from stopping them. One of them ducked in hacking at the legs of one, it hesitated and stumbled but didn't break.
"Impressive. But we train for worse." it sliced out at one of them who, instead of dodging or blocking, hardened his skin to bone and clasped the limb in between his own chest and his blade, the other one immediately took that moment to bring his into its abdomen and shove it through, sliding it down the creature killing it. The two quickly put it on its back to preserve its innerds, picked it up, and took off at a sprint towards the transport they'd taken down here.
The Jkri with him were then given their orders,
"Bring me the dead. And bring them here." was the simple words he said. And then he moved, while the soldiers went to attempt to find those who were not capable of being saved, and with the common medical knowledge of a Jkri, they knew for sure, they would find the corpses and bring them back. For a simple purpose. Necromancy. There were some rather unorthodox powers that were not uncommon to the Vo Ni of Vran'Ti, and one such case was Necromancy.
He breathed in, placed his blade against the ground, and transformed. His limbs seemed to extend and his skin seemed to encase itself in bone, the first creature came to meet him, the blade came up and struck with the force of a being capable of controlling his own body beyond that of any Shii-Do or Neti. Imbued with the force the weapon which seemed to leave a violet wisp in its wake as it slipped through the body of the creature before Darth Tsator stepped back his yellow eyes looking at the creature as he stepped on its corpse, he held out the weapon in one direction and lightning surged from it crackling into one of the creatures while with his other he lifted and hurled one into another one of them, crashing them into their own allies with a smile on his face that slowly turned to disgust.
This was pointless. He would be wasting his energy. That was not to say he'd not run out of energy, no this was merely a strategic realization. He needed to treat expend less energy on them individually then he was. Because he remembered they'd said there were other threats. The public water source his Jkri had said was one of the primary sources. He turned around and leaped across back to one of his Jkri,
"Disregard my last order. Merely assist these men in their actions. Kill as many of these creatures as you are able, or tend to the injured. I am sure you can handle either. If you receive orders from [member="Avery Regailis"] obey them, he shall be your temporary commander for the moment." he stated before rushing off again.
[member="Nova Storyteller"] He was headed for the Public Water supply and moving quickly, using the physical characteristics that best aided speed for his body, but also enhanced through the alchemized sword and the Vo that filled his body with strength as he moved towards the Water Supply. Whatever their plan, he intended on disrupting it. The others would have to take care of themselves, surely they could handle that.
[member="Chris Walker"] [member="Ari Zanareth"] [member="Cypher Rage"]
