Part 1:

The Warbrand stood roughly 3 meters tall. Coming out of the back of each wrist were 2 spikes, razor sharp. His skin was a dark red, and he wore red armor. His teeth were even dyed red. All was read, except his piercing Dark Green Eyes, and the Golden Colored Claws that wavered in and out of view, as if they were made of some kind of unearthly material. The Teeth were not used in fighting; instead a small implant inside the wrist of the War Brand fired energy-based projectiles. On the back of the wrist, the claws were much deadlier, but ran the risk of the War Brand having to get up close. He lurked in the shadows of the night, in the village where the peaceful Nali grazed their cows. The few Nali who had broken the ancient ways and taken up arms were on the battlefront. How he longed for the Battlefront… But he had work to do. He looked down at the city, and saw among the populace the occasional Terran. There were none of the creatures they called Mercenaries among them. The Mercenaries wore blue armor, their entire body encased and protected. Their name was made up by the Terrans, and in reality they were not mercenaries at all. Their true name was lost when the Skaarj destroyed their Homeworld. The Warbrand watched, waited, and then leapt out of the shadows. The Nali shrieked in their native tongue, waving their four arms like mad. The few Terrans that were there ran raising the alarm. “Skaarj! Skaarj in the city! And it’s a big bastard!” Men with guns came out of the buildings. The Warbrand leapt up high above the buildings, landing on a second floor balcony. He ran through the small house, slaughtering any Nali and Terran he encountered. He burst through the door, cannon balling through several Terran Warriors foolish enough to get in his way. This world had been taken from the Nali by the Skaarj long ago, and these Terran Freedom Fighters, from their far away planet were not going to take it. The Warbrand stood, bullets bouncing off his skin, and turned upon the Terran Forces. The mangled corpse of the Terran who had been in front of the door lay bleeding before him. He moved faster than the Terrans could aim, his golden claws tearing through them like butter. When the last of them were dead, he turned on the Nali. Some tried to run, others bowed before him, and others prayed to their heathen gods. The Warbrand killed them all. He turned around to a large building that was out of place. Satellite dishes revolved on the roof, and the walls were brick, instead of the clay of the Nali dwellings, and the ceiling was steel, instead of hay. The Warbrand tore the door down, charging through the building, leaving a trail of blood in his wake. In the center of the Terran Outpost was a large supply of explosives. The Warbrand took a small device out of his armor, an placed it in the supply. It began beeping. The Warbrand fled the building, and fled back to the jungles. It sat, watching and waiting, then the remains of the Nali Village erupted in a tremendous flame, reducing it to a smoking crater. The Warbrand saw lights in the sky, as a Terran Fighter Ship came to respond to the explosion. He blended away, into the forest, vanishing into the dark of the night as the Terran Ship landed.