Re: RPG:Champions of Geridarr
The staccato rhythm of automatic assault weapons from General Grievous's cadre of cyborgs filled the dank air, puncuated by the snarling hum of the four lightsabers: high strike blue, low slash green, block yellow, and mid section slice purple. Xenomorphs fell at his feet, or leapt away snarling and hissing. Some struck at him but were deflected or killed outright.
General Grievous knew that the only sure way to end this was to destroy the Xenomorph Queen. He knew that at this point, it would be nearly impossible. He spun sideways, slashing through the neck of one of the aliens, right into the path of another. He stared straight into its eyes. It snapped its powerful jaws at him. He stepped back as best he could in such confined space, lancing the upper tip of the purple blade out through its lower jaw. It howled in rage and managed to pull itself off of the blade. Viscous green fluid splashed out at the Kaleesh cyborg, catching him by surprise.
He watched in shock and rage as the green acid ate through his alloy chest plate, burning deep through the armor. Fearing the acid would soon make its way through the chestplate into his organic gut-sack, Grievous began to fall back. He issued a remote order to the t100 soldiers via the two internal antennae built into his head, and they began to cover his retreat.
He was wounded, feeling the acid continue to burn through his chest armor. It angered him to retreat after so much progress made. He had no choice but to return to the Star Temple's Command Bridge.
The Emperor would not be pleased...