“On the move. Stay on the move.”
“Roger. Kill kill kill.”
The Conquistadores El-Santokkem trudged forward in the blizzard, their exo armor protecting them from the sub
zero temperatures. Thermal imaging and combat sensors allowed the nobles to keep moving forward in the right direction. Mere minutes ago, the Conquistadores had just destroyed a primitive camp and they were moving to thenext one. Their orders were to eliminate all primitive forms of life that would potentially hinder strip
mining in thearea and they had executed them with a brutal precision
“I’m picking something up.”
The captain came up to what looked like a concrete hut and punched through it. The horrifying armor amplified his strength by many times and the wall came down, revealing several life forms that, inreaction to the cold and fear of the large armored being, began to run away.
“Life form: Hostile. Designation: Annihilate”
The Conquistadores opened fire with their phasers, turning the primitives into ash, which soon mixed with the snow.
“On the move. Stay on the move."