the Unknown story of Mithrax, the Forsaken. a Eliksni captain that has a change of heart after an encounter with the Young Wolf

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The Forsaken
A captain’s story of light from the dark

Through the dark tunnels of this old human structure, long since degraded and overgrown by Vile Hive flesh and rock, an Eliksni Captain slinks ever closer to his target. This Former wolf, taken in by what was left over from the scraps of the Houses, under the banner of Dusk, was given one important mission: locate and secure a power source, from which may be utilized to charge and power a great many servitors. Over the course of this quest he had come into some trouble with a human light-bearer who seemed to be after the same thing. Over many encounters, he had bested them at each step. The pitiful humans of the past had stupidly left breadcrumbs leading directly to this object.

“Power, I’ve found the source. This is good” as the lone captain entered a large room, with methane coolant pools keeping power coils from overheating, he observed a glowing light coming from the far wall.

“this is it. Maybe I will be given a larger Ether ration for this.” As the Fallen approached the power cell, he saw out of the corner of his eyes a Knight, one of the largest Hive he’s seen on this rig, come out of the shadows behind him. It came charging with a protective rage. It was all it took to keep composure, he would not fall to this brute, not after all the trouble it was to even learn of this secret reactor.

“come at me!” he yelled, in his native tongue. He drew is twin shock blades, much more elegant than the brutish rock those Hive call a sword. Just before they locked Steel, he signaled his last barrier servitor to lock the room, the guardian would not intrude. The first clash resulted in a simple chip from the chitin armor of the Knight, and cut on the captains hide, followed by a relentless flurry of blows. This is why he survived for so long, in this age of constant falling, the numbers of his once noble race falling quickly.

As he had expected, his Automatic SHort-range Teleportation Engine, or ASHTE for short, ran out of charge. It was just standard dodging from now on, this battle felt like it dragged on forever.

His cloak in tatters, and armor dented into scrap, the Fallen could just barely swing his swords, and move out of the way of the Knight’s lumbering movements, out of nowhere, a few shots from a human weapon obliterated the Hive. The guardian has found him, and wants the Generator.

This is it. I pry to the great machine that my death be swift. But that death would never come. The guardian stared for a few seconds, then lowered their gun. Mercy was something that was never known to come from a human before. Kindness had only come from someone long gone now. Holding his blades up in a defensive stance, the Captain breathed a sigh of relief, and spoke, -

“you win. This is yours” the Fallen roared one last time before taping on his wrist-mounted transport beacon, and beamed up to his ship. This one experience, may one day change the course of the Eliksni race forever.