Blood and Honour

Blood and Honour

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He paced around his command throne, frustrated and infuriated.

"WHERE ARE THEY?!" He bellowed.

"I don't know sir. The scanners said they were here." Replied a crewman

Shizko Whitehawk glared at the screens. "We'll find them again then!"

He had been hunting his quarry for the est part of 5 years. Just when thought they were within his grasp, they disappeared without a trace. He demanded more information from his higher ups, but nothing would be told. He still remembered his first day being recruited back into the Hissho Empire after his time exploring. He was told things would be different. They said he would be given the information he needed to catch those he was hunting. They said he would be given the ships to hunt down and kill his targets. Only one of those were brought to fruition. His personal ship, a Roc, was a work of art. Destructive, elegant and imposing, a Hissho hunts master could ask for no more. Apart from maybe two Shizko thought to himself.

The Hissho were an avian like race. standing as tall as a man, they were beaked, clawed and taloned. They had no wings, though this did not prevent them from being able to fly. Shizko himself had white plumage. His battle plate was decorated with his many victories, and his body was sparsely decorated with his few defeats.

"Sir!" Called one of the shipment. He hadn't bothered to remember any of their names. He was too obsessed with perfecting the art of war to pay any notice to these whelps. "We have found a Dust trail!"

This... This was the moment he was waiting for.

"Where?! Where does it lead?" Shizko demanded, slamming his fist down onto the arm of the command throne.

"It leads out of system. I have calculated by the spread of the Dust, the trajectory and the comms log from the in system planets, we are but 5 hours behind them." Explained the crewman.

"What system are they heading to?" Shizko cawed eagerly. He could taste victory

"Polaris, sir."

"Polaris? What do they want with that?"

"I don't know, sir. But that's where the trail is heading"

Shizko turned to the navigator. "Set a course for Polaris, alert the fleet. As soon as we translate into system, power up weapons, I don't want us being caught out."

"Aye, sir" came the Navigators reply

"Send a signal to the nest-world. inform them our quarey is in our grasps." Shizko called to the long range comms master

He sat in his command throne, flicked a switch which opened a link to every screen on every ship in the fleet. "Brothers. Sisters." Shizko began. "This arduous task is almost at an end. We have the enemy cornered. We are but five measly hours behind them. And you all know what that means." What resembled a grin spread across his face. "Warriors of the Hissho Empire, prepare yourselves for battle. Sharpen your claws, hone your blades, for before this cycle is over, we shall be tasting the blood of our enemies. It's I'd said, we Hissho are happy in war as long as blood is spilt, ours or the enemies. This however is not true." He paused, thinking "No, we are content with the spilling of blood. But we are born to spill the blood of our enemies. We go to war to win. To die is an honour, but to lose is shameful. We will not lose. We will be victorious. We will have blood! HISSHO WARRIORS! BLOOD..."

"AND HONOUR!" Every voice in the fleet replied. Shaking the very fabric of reality with its volume. The feeling of it sent a shiver down Shizko’s spine