The Noripathian Triad. The trio of supreme warriors that embody the supremacy of the Noripathian military, they alone control the military, working with the Council to ensure the safety and stability of a grand empire. Of all the Triad's that have come and gone, there are those that echo louder than the rest, one such group was the trio of Guiren, Houmaas, and Kasfier. These are but a few of their tales.
A young Lord Gun awoke with a start, his face buried in the comfortable soil beneath him. He hadn't slept like that since his years as a Minister in training, which was a problem. He surveyed the immediate area, the light of a rising sun had aided in the confirmation of his former hypothesis, he was the sole survivor of a reconassaince group, they had been tasked with the search of a small terrorist group that had successfully murdered an ambassodor a mere two days prior. It was a simple locate and report mission, but because their headquarters was allegedly underground, they were forced to search on foot.
From the beginning Guiren was unhappy with this prospect, as the area of intrest was an ancient city that had been long since abandoned. This left his men vulnerable to ambush, which, they had been the night before. It had seemed that there was indeed a struggle here, as there were muddy footprints strewn about, oddly enough there were no bodies, and Guiren seemed to be the only one in the general area. He tried to push himself up, until a massive wave of pain shot up his arm. Upon inspection he'd find his right hand was missing, he approached the situation calmly, and made a grab for his cloak. Which also appeared to be missing, in fact, it was apparent that his armor was missing, and the only things on his person were his clothes. This led him to reason that his survival had been deliberate, and that he had been dropped into some sick game.
He heaved a sigh, and began to tear the leg of his pants, systematically ripping the draxl seed fabric until his leg was exposed from the knee down. He took the ripped fabric and began to wrap it around his wrist stub, tightening it at a knot with his teeth. To prevent any further bleeding. After this task had been completed, he rose to his feet, and examined his surroundings once more. Despite the enemies obvious tactical advantage, they had made a grave error, they left Guiren alive.
Without another thought, he moved. Darting to the nearest building, to find cover in the event that they'd open fire on him. This was a sound theory, and was confirmed by the whipping of a bolt, it had just missed him, had it been an inch to right, it would've pierced his neck. This motivated his sprint, as he dove behind cover. Which in this case was a doorway to a large structure, peering down the corridor he could clearly see a staircase, he cautiously approached it, unsure if there were other doors along the walls, creeping along the moldly surface of the corridor's right, he could distinguish a threshold of some kind, he exchanged walls, and carefully approached it, his footfalls as subtle as the twitching of one's nose, in the silence he could hear the soft breathing of another creature. Obviously it was a trap, but he had no weapons of any kind, and was short one hand, he could try making his way around outside, but there were potentially snipers everywhere, so he had to chance it. Acting swiftly, he made a leap for the stairs, which enticed the creature in wait to give chase, it roared violently and emerged from the doorway with a bolter in tow. The large beast was greeted by Guiren's kick, he had leapt off the stairs and used the fall as a catalyst for a jump kick of sorts, cursing in an alien tounge, guiren's aggressor drew a large dagger, to replace the firearm that had been jolted from it's grasp.
Guiren made a grab for it's lost weapon, but was caught by the leg, and forced toward it's owner who raised it's knife omniously, and brough it down in a malevolent arc, instinctively Guiren rolled as far as he was allowed and managed to avert it's razor edge. This left room an opportune left hook, which jostled the knife from it's holder, Guiren wasted no time in grabbing the weapon, and thrusting it through the militant's frontal lobe. In that same instant the large grunt limply fell on top of it's prey, dead.
Heaving a sigh, Guiren lifted the dead militant off of him, working to ignore the pugnent stench of their syrupy blood, which he was now covered in. He rose from the now sticky floor, and rolled the dead creature over. He began stripping down it's equipment, taking whatever would prove useful, armor, utility belts, ammunition, anything that would help him survive this. In a matter of moments he was ready, he tucked the knife into it's holster, and approached the rifle of the floor, he took only the light armor, as the heavier chain vest would be too noisy and impede movement. And in this situation, he had to utilize the darkness of the inner ruins, and remain hidden. This mission had escalated to a level far grander than what it had been, he had to survive, and locate his soldiers, whether they were dead or not was yet to be discovered.
Meanwhile on the bridge of the Noripathian Flagship "Black Lance":
Kasfeir grunted impatiently, Houmaas rolled his eyes as a response. "He's fine Goliath."
"I don't like it. He should've been back already, it doesn't take a full night to locate the den of some mouth breathers. He would've atleast provided some kind of explanation by now." He growled, which mildly intimidated the other men on board, which was understandible, he was an eight foot, four-hundred pound, behemoth. And he sounded pretty angry, that would be enough to shake most.
"It's Guiren. He probably went ahead and engaged them, he might be busy burning their corpses now. Besides, the atmosphere of this planet is rife with electromagnetic activity, most signals get lost entering, much less exiting. He's fine." Kasfeir exhaled sharply, mentally making Houmaas swear he was right.