Chapter 15 - Arrived (1/2)

While Technologically advanced, the stronger races still preferred to fight face to face rather than with technology, due to their superior armors and physiology, it was better to fight up close and personal most of the time to make sure you killed them.

In most space sectors sh.i.p.s were not allowed to fire upon planets due to their destructive means.

Many agreed that it wasn't a good idea to go around destroying planets when it could be helped and was heavily frowned upon if discovered.

Asgard was a big believer in this with their ancestral history of fighting as warriors in battle lent well to this mentality as they often faced their foes on the field of battle.

Coming within range of the planet they scanned it for anything unknown before seeking out landing areas to disembark and form their war parties.

As soon as they landed, Vott was immediately ordered to move out with his men and scout ahead taking any bunker they come across.

Vott came back with a solemn look as he addressed his men- ”Those bastards are already riding our asses, it doesn't look like we'll be getting any rest, remember your training, listen well for orders, let's move out!”

The men looking like harden veterans that were used to this and learned a long time ago to trust in Vott and execute orders as quickly as possible so they had a higher chance of living.

Vott at first had trouble with the ones sent to him, but through hard gritted battles was able to shape the ones he had now into men worth fighting for.

Through his strength and leadership, he rallied the men through hard times as they went through the baptism of war and came out hardened shells of their former selves.

Theoric saw all this as he traveled with them, hardly any of them spoke, instead, concentrating more on any order given, always on guard and ready to fight.

It was a sobering experience to travel with men such as these, he didn't know if it was good or not seeing as how most of their personalities were destroyed and were heavily reliant on Vott and his orders.

Discovering this while trying to talk to a few only to get monotone responses and little conversation.

Vott seeing his struggles came up to talk to him- ”Don't bother the men, quite a few of them were civilians thrown in and broke under the pressures of war, little of them is left other than to do what's necessary to survive.

The few soldiers left in the squad were high spirited individuals who spoke loud and proud which ended up with them being sent here, so they also broke under the constant pressures of battle where the orders coming in are in fact orders intended to kill you.

And that's where I come in, an unbreakable bullheaded fellow who they all can rely on to keep them alive, this is what keeps me sane, knowing that they need me to be.”

Vott then stepped closer so others wouldn't hear as he whispered- ”I didn't want to tell the men, but with this war finally happening after so long, it's guaranteed that Herlu will take this opportunity to assassinate me and end it once and for all, so keep your eyes peeled for anyone who doesn't belong when we're in the thick of battle.”

Theoric gave him a calm nod in response.

Vott grinned- ”Maybe it's not such a bad thing having you here, after all, that is of course if your not the assassin.” he nervously laughed now that he thought about it.