CommanderFarsight

Blood in the Desert The whine of incoming anti-grav woke Por'la Bork'an Quath'rra from her sleep.  She rose from her sand dune pillow just as the first Devilfish screamed over, flaring hard for the laager.  Her comm-bead clicked, summoning the surgeon teams, just as the rear ramp dropped. Rushing forward, she gasped in horror at the wounds inflicted on the first shas to be carried from the bay on a med-drone's field.  A powerful explosion of some sort had shredded his shoulder, and his left arm dangled by a scrap of flesh.  La'quath'rra pulled a scapel out of her belt and thumbed on the miniature vibro-blade as drones and other surgeons r