As soon as Iachaiah emerged he noticed how different this ship was. The walls were black and green, resembling minerals more than metal. His HUD pointed to an enemy. Iachaiah pointed his sludge pistol at the rockman, and fired. It was coated with a mixture of tar and thermite, melting the creature in sticky black sludge. It didn't scream, it just fell apart. His comrades were armed with similiar weapons, plasma, acid, and molten metal guns to break down these creatures. Ioref the Kitmer had only carried a metal club. Should he survive this mission, he would be promoted and given a totem of his own.
A large stalactite emerged from the ceiling and pierced through the transport. More joined it, until it was rendered stationary. The transport still fired it's armaments of course. Even if the pilot had died, the only off switch was to go stealth again.
Iachaiah looked back, and the hull closed itself. the walls grew back, and stalagmites rose to kill or trap his team. "Everyone, break through the floor!" he ordered.
His men, his brothers did their best. Ioref futilely so, as his feet became trapped by the rock. A stalagmite grew and pierced him from beneath his legs. His armour gave out quickly, and he was torn in half.
Iachaiah dropped his grenade, and blew a hole in the bottom of the floor. He lept, and four of his brothers followed. They were greeted by Rockmen, firing thick spikes from their bodies. Dahosiat, the half breed redeemed his Father's mistake. Dahosiat, wielding a spear from his Tsagauz Mother, melted waves of rockmen and part of the wall of their damned ship in a single blast. It was a red coloured wave that made blinded eyes and deafened ears.
DESTROY POWER GENERATOR. The words flashed on each soldier's helmet. Iachaiah cursed the glow for obscuring his aim as he fired a second sludge pistol at the rockmen. He quickly looked at the other four fighting alongside him. There was Dahosiat the half-breed, born from a Tsagauz mother. The Tsagauz had been enemies of the Kitmer in the past, and the Immortal Empire had rewarded the Kitmer with the Tsagauz to act as slaves. Dahosiat was nearly aborted, but his father Jomon had sired only daughters with his Kitmer wife.
Then, there was Jamushan. Jamushan had more brain damage than Iachaiah would have liked. Jamushan had been born with lactating nipples and his father had beat him senseless for this. Jamushan was not smart, and maybe his father should have killed his son instead of giving him brain damage. He was a good enough soldier, and a great fighter, having killed his father during his fifteenth birthday.
Miach was too full of humour to be a good soldier. For this reason, Iachaiah had destroyed Miach's microphone for the mission. He did not want any silly commentary to mar his achievements. Ideally, Miach would be killed by a rockman. If the group was not so small, Iachaiah might have taken his life.
Eir was a former engineer of inferior birth, who proved himself by killing all his Tsagauz slaves. He had earned Iachaiah's respect, and the respect of the other Kitmers. Eir was one of us.
(To be continued)