Abraxas Force Landing Site Desert near the Iron Garage Motor Pool Planet Arx
“Look at those cowards, running back with their tails between their legs. Your boys are soft Dax. Soft I tell you. Look at what hiding behind a vehicle has done to their pride.”
Brakka Vornsteel was displeased with the poor showing the vanguard made. And she made sure to let that geezer Dax know about it. How dare those whelps call themselves warriors. At least the vehicles they rode in would serve as an adequate coffin when the rest failed.
“If that’s the best they can do don’t bother sending any more tanks. My men and I will take care of the rest.”
Brakka marched off in a huff, cybernetic limbs sinking into the sand as she forced herself onwards.
Dax Vantoss watched her leave in silence. She was right of course, the men he sent were hardly adequate for the task. But they weren’t supposed to be. Abraxas plans and delusions of grandeur were doomed from the start. This attack was a job for him, an opportunity to get paid and purge his unit of troublemakers and failures. He looked down at the datapads in front of him. The devices were connected to a variety of recording devices and other electronic systems studying the battlefield. Devices acquiring data that some would pay a premium for.
The nemoidian was content with his current state of affairs. He could let Brakka do the fighting for him and make a profit from relative safety. Now, he just had to wait.