Fighting With Faith- Twenty-First Entry

“Leetol, come in.”

“Greetings commander. What news have you called me for?”

“Nothing new. Our foul nemesis once more rears it dreadful tail to lash out at us...” Chandroil Ngot, sector commander of the Asat system mused out aloud.

“Damn chabs…fill me in.” Leetol’s anxious voice immediately inquired.

On cue, Chandroil got up from his warmed lathered office seat and strode to the middle of his circular office, where a holo-projector stood idle. It hummed to life as Chandroil stroked the ignition rune.

“There, there, and there. What is it?” Chandroil asked, using a laser pointer to guide Leetol’s watchful eyes across the holo-graphic.

“Drifting debris? Stray comets? How would I know?” Leetol answered irritably.

Another swift combination of rune stroking further magnified the image, enlarging the three blots to a much clearer form.

Leetol dropped the fiberglass goblet he was holding in his hand.

It shattered on the floor, spraying glittering shards in all directions.

Chandroil stood still, his face an impassive mask with a steely gaze.

He cleared his throat and said, “These are the forward searching elements of Hive Plethro, not numerous in numbers but still as lethal. Their main objective is to locate planets, become planet bound, fester up, and become dormant until the main fleet arrives.”


“Also, they are documented as not unlike any other scout parties; they scout and stay. They don’t have to go back, thanks to their attuned hive minds.”

“And that’s where my troops come in.” Leetol said.

“Damn, you’re so right.” Chandroil replied, grinning from ear to ear, revealing several adamantium coated teeth for the first time.

“Our meeting is adjourned. My adjutants will be handing you the data-slates on your upcoming missions. Emperor’s blessings.” Chandroil added.

Leetol offered a smart salute, turned on his heel and marched to the door. He gently opened it as he had when he came in and was immediately greeted by various adepts offering him the much needed data-slates for his upcoming work.

Leetol briefly glanced at the slates and sighed. He swiftly whipped out his microbead and keyed for his second in command, Abjax.

“Abjax?”

“Loud and clear Commissar.” Came the reply.

“Flower has bloomed, seeds are to be sown, over.” Leetol announced grimly in their battle tongue.

“Aye, flower has bloomed and seeds are to be sown. Word shall begin, over and out.” Abjax answered camly, before closing the channel.