Krag nodded, taking the lead ahead of the rest of the pack. Things in the Empire were getting more and more complex since the day that Dranok took over as the Emperor of the nation. Was it his fault? Perhaps not, but the fact that he appeared weak to so many was going to lead to yet another coup and Krag had not yet decided who he would join with. It wasn't the fact that he wanted power, no it was too early for that, but a fact of who would serve him the best to shoot to the top. At the moment, Garoth would serve as a good influence at the academy that he could use to his advantage and thus was his current priority. Plus, turning down a mission to kill weak mercenary scum was not in Krag's character in the slightest.
The beast marched forever forward, his good eye studying the base they were about to assault. If Garoth was anything, ambitious was certainly one of the words used to describe him. The complex was not just a starport but a fortress in every sense of the word that came to mind. The port itself lay upon a large cliff to the North of Krag's position and he could spot several anti-air craft batteries scattered around the cliff side. Krag continued to analyze the opposition, spotting a road the snaked its way through the rocks and down to the burning sand below. The defenses did not stop there, however, as the sandy ground was occupied by several building and checkpoints. Most of them seemed of Imperial origin and Krag could easily identify that there was a row of barracks buildings to the Northwest, a dinning hall directly across from them, a supply cache to the Northeast, a communications array to the far East and several miscellaneous buildings scattered about. Around this fully operational military base was a 2.5 meter high pre-fabricated wall made of durasteel that stretched for 200 meters in either direction before taking a sudden turn and meeting with the cliff wall to box in the base. Posted every 30 meters, along the wall, was a watchtower manned by a single mercenary operating a E-web blaster cannon. As far as the Graug could tell, the only way in or out was through a checkpoint manned by four guards and a E-web cannon.
Turning to face his horde guard he motioned for them to take position on a small hill beside their position. Then, looking a Garoth and the rest of the team, growled "This base is heavily defended, wait until my sons grab their attention and then rush for the checkpoint." Krag may have been a brute, but he was a High General in the Graug army.
Quietly, Krag turned back to the base and sneered. Outreaching his hand, Krag sent a small flurry of ash sailing towards a nearby watchtower. The plum of cinders was searing hot, so much so that it could burn through skin and bone. Without a sound the ash flew into the faces of the two guards posted and turned their lungs to blackened shrivels as they gasped in the burning smoke and cinder. With no gurgles, cries or screams, the two men fell dead to the durasteel floor of the tower as Krag called the ash out of the bodies and sent it hurling towards the checkpoint. The guards, who were not wearing any standard masks whatsoever, quickly began to fall dead from the ash and Krag sent a telepathic message to his Horde Guard to begin the attack. Without warning, an explosive arrow from his horde guard shot forward and struck a nearby tower before exploding. The explosion rocked the wall as gunfire erupted from the hill and down onto the base. It was time to move.