A Game of Marionettes [Primeval - Contest of Belkadan]

[Kitsune]

Kitsune was unsatisfied by the changes brought upon Primeval; it was a corruption of its former self, now bastardized into something lesser than its original cause, purpose, ideals. Disgusting on how those conquerors and hellrazers of the past have been eclipsed by a new generation of those self-motivated in their own delusions of greed. No longer were the values of Primeval were being held, a direct insult to the previous Host Lord, Anja. Furthermore, now with the death of Anja, her previous agreements were now in shambles... Sigh, her disappearance was a tragic loss. Kitsune sighed, and Zenko, her right-hand and prime bodyguard, quickly brought her vibroblade katana to her.

She disembarked her Theta-class T-2c Shuttle with Zenko and three other elite Samurai warriors, armed with vibroblade katanas, followed. Behind her Theta-class T-2c Shuttle, the Saboath Destroyer ISS Mikoshi landed on the surface of the planet, and a fighter squadron of twelve Saboath Starfighters flew over them. As she waited for her forces to assemble, an escort of three HMP Droid Gunships hovered over them and an army of six NR-N99 Persuader-class Droid Enforcers, twenty four Single Trooper Aerial Platforms, and three hundred Samurai warriors marched forward, organized in neat rank-and-file structure, from the ISS Mikoshi. These warriors were veterans of Dominion of Bastion and Echo'la, playing a crucial role in their conquests, and originated form the Usagi Clan.

The Usagi Clan specialized in rapid deployment, speed and agility above all. Trained in the arts of Stava and K`thri, they were able to move at super human speeds at the cost of strength. Armed with Kiyohime-class Blaster Rifles and light armor, these men were specialized in rapid attacking maneuvers and overwhelming enemy defensive positions. In order to accomplish the latter, they utilized Hitodama-class Grenades in order to clear out positions and furthermore, had katana vibroblades to accommodate for close-ranged combat.

"Proceed to the capital of Belkadan."

 

[Zambrano the Starweird]

In the perspective of Thall Chro...

Beer and the Hunt was all that mattered in life, to be happy with your gut, and to trust it when your blade went sailing for the target in front of you. It was a happy, stable relationship, for a rather unhappy unstable man. The eighty two year old man didn't look a day past thirty two, yet one could tell from the eyes... and his scars, that his bark had seen far more conflict and pain in his life than a man probably should at his age.

He was Morellian though. And he didn't care.

Although he didn't consider himself a man of war, it looked like conquerors never seemed to leave him alone. The Poacher King was notified by a squirrely hunter and repeatedly asked him to contact the Primeval. The King's only concern on this world was what he could hunt, and he cared not for the politics of that theocracy he had no part of. They let him hunt here and sell furs and pelts to them among other things, and he promised not to hunt endangered animals or to disrupt Primeval operations on Belkadan. It was a win win scenario... though he did eye a few red-crested cougars from time to time and wished he could stake one to a tree.

At any rate, he stepped out of his tent, and looked up and saw what all the raucous was about.

"I'm afraid contacting the Primeval won't be of much help to us squire... that is the Primeval. Everyone, let's move out. They're probably headed for the listening post... only notable gods damned location on the planet. We can ambush them there after they cleared out the faux security. Let 'em chew on that for a bit while we line up our sights!" The King smiled, and raised his weapon in the air to signal for the camp to move out.

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