[Blackronin]

He watched the horrible alien squad while they tracked his path. They were moving exactly where he wanted them. Brave as they were, they couldn't think in the way he planned things. Guerrilla warfare. He smiled coldly.

He was one of the first to have the AWP in his body. Artificial Weapon Prosthetic. Damn. It still hurt and he still felt his lost right hand. But this new weapon tech that was fed by his own energy was the only thing capable of killing in conditions the damn Hecate. While the human force, scattered by the aliens onslaught fought to regain it's feet, he and several thousands more were sent to enemy territory. Drooped behind enemy lines. His duty? To kill, destroy, wound, suppress and damage.

When the Schnarshruk grunt called the squad leader to see the drop of blood he left there on propose, all the squad lost it's attention. He jumped from his hiding place inside the stream. His body a surge of energy in his weapon. They were fast, and several of them still shot their long staff energy weapons, but to no avail. Dead bugs.

His exoskeleton rattled with fury. Sheeshachk looked around absorbing the mayhem. Seven fighters destroyed and pilots and ground crew dead. One of those stealth human troopers. They already had killed more than five hundred of these warriors. But they already had made a terrible destruction. On account of that the invasion had halted for a while. Sheeshachk decided that he now had learned three things. There were thousands of enemies in Schnarshruk territory. These warriors knew that sooner or later they would die. The humans weren't weak as they initially thought. Sheeshachk opened his feeding limbs in a smile. Good sport.