Battle Scene - Endfight Shiss

The dark gray color of the molecular compacted Ultronit armor reflected very little of the gleaming light bathing the somewhat human shaped machine. General Humthaazz adjusted the electronic stabilized optics of his far view assistor and focused on the towering machine that just had shrugged off the combined fire from seven Laser cannon just as a Rolhaarn Rockbeast would have shrugged of a stream of water.

The alien machine stood there for the fraction of a moment and then moved smooth and fast despite its 12,000 pounds weight. The general’s optics revealed seven more of these machines. He was a Shiss and a Soldier all his life. He had visited many worlds and seen many things in his long career, but these Terran robots truly frightened him.

He had fought the relentless Nul, the purple skinned mortal enemies of the Shiss. He had done battle against the towering Bartoo and the advanced Miltif. He had carried the Shiss banner to a hundred worlds and the citations and decorations that crusted the scale of honor, affixed to a chain before the yellowish skin folds of his throat, gave attest to his courage.

A sudden violent explosion of tremendous power rolled over the ruins of the almost completely obliterated city, a flash of sun bright light where the Temple of the Seventh Nestling used to be and where his men had placed an artillery position. These Terran bastards used their cursed Translocator cannons and beamed antimatter charges right past the protective energy curtain, erected by his forces.

He clenched his scaled hands so hard around the Far-view-Assistor he almost crushed the strong case of this rugged piece of Shiss military hardware. His long tounge flickered across the rigid chaps of his maw, while his pale yellow slanted eyes scanned the smoke and dust filled sky of his very own home world, and the last planet and bastion before the cursed enemy would reach the Throne world and the first Nestling itself.

One of his aids, a brave and trustworthy Red throat had long ceased to obey the complicated rituals required for a lower caste to address and speak to a member of the Yellow Throats and even touched the General, but Humtaazz had dispensed with these rituals among his staff a long time ago and simply turned to his aide and then said pointing the claws of his upper left arm towards the smoke filled, deep red colored skies behind him and hissed angrily. “Tell me Warzzazz how did it come to this? We are the Shiss!” Not really expecting an answer to a question he knew of course the answer, the Shiss General turned back to stare over the ruins that once was a sprawling city. “Cerberus robots, there must be thousands,crawling relentless and unstoppable towards our last strongholds. What can we do

