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They came from the darkness.
Thousands of pods descended upon the colony of unsuspecting Skre, each pod holding a cadre of beasts only spoken of in fearful whispers: the Vaseir.
Draug heard the sirens blaring as the drop pod slammed into the ground. In an instant, Draug and the other Vaseir stormed from the pod and into the valley below, weapons raised high. Below them Skre defenders scrambled into their battle formations, forming even ranks as the Vaseir closed in.
Then, in a steady, well-drilled volley the front few ranks aimed their rifles and fired into the horde before them. Sparks flew as slug after slug ricocheted off of the savages' armor. None fell, none faltered. Instead, the Vaseir lowered their wrist cannons and discharged a hail of bolts. The cannons cracked like thunder as bolts of sonic energy screamed towards their targets. The shots connected the front rank in a mighty blast as they whipped their targets into the air and onto the rank behind them. Rifles broke like bones, femurs snapped like rifle stocks.
The defenders struggled like disoriented bees trying to return to formation. In the midst of their struggle, the hordes of Vaseir crashed upon them like a tidal wave. Draug raised his axe and ripped open the chest of the being before him, spraying blood before the white-hot plasma from the axe-blade cauterized the flesh and rendered the weakling lifeless. Not wasting an instant he yanked it free and buried his weapon into the next defender's skull. The Skre dropped like a stone, leaving a giant meaty gash on the cold ground.
Draug looked into the chaos around him for his next target. He saw his cadre-brother Garm skewer several defenders with a burning spear as he used his free hand to smash in the face of a Skre trying to get at his legs. To his left Ulf stomped in a Skrae's skull, hefted the thin creature, and pummeled two of the corpse's comrades. Draug turned to look and--
THWACK-- Echoed a rifle butt as it smashed and broke against Draug's face. The Skre, empowered by the hit, rushed the staggered Vaseir, attempting to strangle the beast. It was a fatal flaw.
With a hearty smile, Draug grabbed the overconfident whelp and slammed his head into his. The thick helmed made increasingly bloodier gashes as the Skre's skull caved in and the creature fell lifeless. Draug was pleased, and threw himself back into the slaughter...

This was an intensely-fun piece to do and write about. I'll probably continue the story at a later date.

Description
They came from the darkness.
Thousands of pods descended upon the colony of unsuspecting Skre, each pod holding a cadre of beasts only spoken of in fearful whispers: the Vaseir.
Draug heard the sirens blaring as the drop pod slammed into the ground. In an instant, Draug and the other Vaseir stormed from the pod and into the valley below, weapons raised high. Below them Skre defenders scrambled into their battle formations, forming even ranks as the Vaseir closed in.
Then, in a steady, well-drilled volley the front few ranks aimed their rifles and fired into the horde before them. Sparks flew as slug after slug ricocheted off of the savages' armor. None fell, none faltered. Instead, the Vaseir lowered their wrist cannons and discharged a hail of bolts. The cannons cracked like thunder as bolts of sonic energy screamed towards their targets. The shots connected the front rank in a mighty blast as they whipped their targets into the air and onto the rank behind them. Rifles broke like bones, femurs snapped like rifle stocks.
The defenders struggled like disoriented bees trying to return to formation. In the midst of their struggle, the hordes of Vaseir crashed upon them like a tidal wave. Draug raised his axe and ripped open the chest of the being before him, spraying blood before the white-hot plasma from the axe-blade cauterized the flesh and rendered the weakling lifeless. Not wasting an instant he yanked it free and buried his weapon into the next defender's skull. The Skre dropped like a stone, leaving a giant meaty gash on the cold ground.
Draug looked into the chaos around him for his next target. He saw his cadre-brother Garm skewer several defenders with a burning spear as he used his free hand to smash in the face of a Skre trying to get at his legs. To his left Ulf stomped in a Skrae's skull, hefted the thin creature, and pummeled two of the corpse's comrades. Draug turned to look and--
THWACK-- Echoed a rifle butt as it smashed and broke against Draug's face. The Skre, empowered by the hit, rushed the staggered Vaseir, attempting to strangle the beast. It was a fatal flaw.
With a hearty smile, Draug grabbed the overconfident whelp and slammed his head into his. The thick helmed made increasingly bloodier gashes as the Skre's skull caved in and the creature fell lifeless. Draug was pleased, and threw himself back into the slaughter...

This was an intensely-fun piece to do and write about. I'll probably continue the story at a later date.