The Culling of New Lands

[Triel]

*Triel suddenly struck downwards, inserting his blade into the skull of the dying bird to spare him agony. He wasn't happy, nor sad. His indifferent mood was all he projected at the moment, but inside, he was fuming. If this was all the birds that were going to strike at him, then he wouldn't have dirtied his blade with their blood. It might have been someone more worthy.*

"Nothing has changed. Just practice and a few scratches here and there. Our sisters haven't been reached though, so I have no worries."

 

[Adamis]

"Just wait my good man. Before long, when House Ebonclaw had enough planets to support its war-effort in this galaxy we will move on to bigger and more powerful foes. This 'Republic and its Jedi' that we have all heard about from last time our people were here. I am sure they will be enough of a challenge for you to be happy."

 

[Triel]

*Triel still looked nonchalant. If they were a challenge, then wouldn't the Matron have called upon war against them now? Even then, he would probably be on the Matron's side protecting her rather than out to fight these so called Jedi and Republic. It was only a name. The Danthiri would take away that name, and spread their own across the galaxy soon enough. It wouldn't be long before Triel would shed good blood on his blade and bath with it.*

"I hope what you say is true. It has been long since I had a good fight with someone."

*The Danthiri sisters had finally toiled down to their last bits of strength as the weaving was finally completed. The shield generators let up as they all stood up shakily. The women needed rest, and They wood need to go back soon. The men would install the technitian, and few would stay behind to guard the platform, but they had completed the Matron's wishes.*

"Medical assistants! Get these women into the shuttle and out of here. Kazec, Laor, Orbas, you are the three most talented of the men I have picked, so you have the honor of staying here to guard the platform. For the Matron!"

 

[Adamis]

"On we will my friend, otherwise we would not be here right now. I trust you can see to things down here. I will return to the ship if that is ok with you?"

*Kal'daka waited to make sure that the younger man replied.*

 

[Triel]

*Calm and brutal eyes met Kal'daka, although he could not feel the hate, the anger, the rush of bloodlust. All he could see were the cold and lethal eyes that bore into Kal'daka's own. He merely flickered his eyes for a moment and then his lips moved.*

"No worries friend. I will take care of things."

*Turning away, Triel began to care for the others, as he barked off orders to those just idly standing around. Winds swaying, and the earthly post of capture and beacon for the Danthiri was accomplished. Some would have to wipe out the avian race and endanger their species to make them go into hiding so that the Matron would rule. Hopefully, this wouldn't take long.*

 

[Adamis]

*Once Triel was gone Kal'daka made his way back to his fighter.Within minutes he was leaving the atmosphere with the rest of Alpha squadron as Beta squadron made their way into the planet's atmosphere. Their mission was to simply fly over all of the villages and shot some of the airborune natives as they saw fit. Once back on the capital ship, Kal'daka made his way to the bridge and then into the small transmission room he used for private messages that he want to make. He brought the system up and dialed up the Matron's private comlink. When her image resolved on the screen he spoke.*

"Whol dosst bashuk ussta Jallil! We have arrived at the planet and have made planet-fall The outpost has been began on the surface and we are holding in orbit around the planet. We had minimal resistence from the primatives and I believe we have 'scared' them enough with our fly-bys and show of force when they did try to attack us that they will learn quickly to fear us and respect us as their Overlords. Usstan fre'sla kr'athin whol dosst felah quarthen ussta Ilharess."