Part 3:

The Skaarj Dark Sentinel fought viciously, discharging his Sky Edge at the two mercenaries. The Terran had killed the Warbrand, tearing through him with a wood-cutter. The Sentinel’s Jet Black Armor deflected the Mercenaries bullets with ease, and one of the Mercenaries fell, gurgling as a blade passed through its throat. Grabbing a Razorjack from a fallen officer, the Sentinel reloaded his Sky Edge with its ammo. The Sentinel leapt forward in front of the remaining mercenary, and, holding the Sky Edge directly in front of it, hit the second trigger, spraying out five razors at once, ripping through the Mercenary. The Razors lodged in the Mercenary’s chest, and the shock of all five hitting at once killed it before it hit the ground. The Sentinel staggered forward as a vicious club crunched against the back of his head. He turned around, and was struck in the face by the Krall Warrior’s staff. The Sentinel lifted the Sky Edge, and hammered the butt of the gun into the Kralls face. The Krall stumbled backward, a small trickle of red blood coming from its nose. It let out a shriek, and turned around its staff, firing a green bolt of energy from the top. The Sentinel staggered back, as the bolt struck him in the chest. Picking up a Razor Jack, the viciously spiked weapon of the Skaarj officers, the Sentinel stabbed the Krall with the brutal stabilizers, which were made to represent vicious fangs. The Krall let out a wail, and collapsed before the sentinel. The Sentinel knelt before the remains of the Warbrand, letting out a grunting sigh. By Skaarj Tradition, each War Brand had a Dark Sentinel who worked with them, and they were brought up together, to the point that they could guess each other’s actions. Once one of them died, the other became worthless, and they were both replaced. The Dark Sentinel roared in fury, and set off toward the Nali Village. It marched through the Jungle, deciding to fight whatever Terran Forces remained. A small scaled creature ran past, shrieking in alarm. Angry, The Sentinel gave it a vicious kick, sending it flying into the scrub. After another ten minutes of walking, the Sentinel heard hissing from the bushes. A mass of the scaled creatures burst out, snapping with their teeth, their clawed feet and tiny arms slashing at the Sentinel. There were so many of them, The Sentinel couldn’t fight them… He collapsed in the vicious mass of creatures, and his armor was torn away. The Predators, small dinosaur like Pack Hunters of Na Pali, had caught their prey…