Futuristic

Solom turned towards the gun, and watched as he fired a shell towards him. Solom great reaction time and reflexs made it seem to him the shell was going in slow motion. He fired his .50 calibre guns at the shell, all missing, and fired a single shot from his plasma cannon at it, destroying the shell in mid-air, and sending the debris flying to the sides of Solom. Solom ran at the gun, moving side-to-side to avoid getting shot at again, and ordered the rest of the guns to begin bombardment, while others fired their shells at enemy air troops. The Aerial troopers fell back when their weapons had no effect, and began to pick up Plasma cannons from dead friendly troops; the plasma should be very effective in cutting through their armor. The Aerials began firing their plasma weapons at them. Solom arrived at the gun, slashed the gunner, and began to operate the gun himself, aiming at the enemy commander.

Orid's eyes turned big as the gun was pointed to Kashir "Run! He is in the gun!" Kashir froze in place, he looked the mech in the eye en then roared "Heretic!" He stretched his wings and made a jump to fly, then Orid gave him a strange command "Surrender to him." Kashir landed in front of the gun on his knees he said "The hive commands me to surrender to you. What are your wishes, a talk with the hive mind a bout the terms of surrender?" Orid was pleased Kashir was a snake, he could talk en ex amen the mech and
Kahir would not get shot to dust, and they would win! Orid opened a box from a old planet that they had destroyed 200 years, the creatures there called it a P.E is was to make all the plasma using devices useless. The ship was to powered by plasma but it could hover with out plasma on a different fuel, he pushed the button and sat down again watching even more of Zolar technology fail.

Solom stood a safe distance away from the creature, keeping his guns, plasma cannon, and missile launcher all trained on him.

"I demand a discussion with this hive mind of yours; I'm not going anywhere, but I imagine, as a hive mind, it can speak through you. "

As Solom examined the battlefield, keeping most of eyes on the creature in front of him, he saw the plasma weaponry was failing. In this instant, Solom realized what was about to happen; the bug was trying to get him into a vulnerable position and attack him. Though the insects were immune to bullets, plasma, and the blade, Solom believed his missile launcher would be effective. He continued to target with his missile launcher; if he even looked like he was thinking about moving an inch, he would fire his homing missile.

"You may to refer to me as Commander Solom. I have a simple question for the hive-mind; why have you come here?"
With that question asked, he awaited a response.
Solom never turned his back to the the insect.
Solom was torn. On one hand, he couldn't kill a surrendering opponent, as that would be dishonorable. On the other hand, bring him to the Camp would obviously endanger his men. So, he came up with a better idea. He called down a drone-piloted transport, and it would keep the bug in the air, away from camp. The transport came down.
"Get in, after you answer my question. This transport will keep you prisoner, away from any of my men. Be glad I don't kill you and all of your brethren for getting my men eaten from the inside out. If I need to discuss something "

Kashir gave his answer before entering the transport YOU REFUSED TO BE CLEANSED BE DESTROYED IS THE PUNISHMENT, Orid was slightly disappointed. Yes the battle was as good as won but he had lost Kashir, he connected to Kashir "We will get you when needed, stay were you are and stay calm." Kashir looked in his small prison, he couldn't stretch his wing and a Aiwynist loves his wing. He began cleaning his wings and fangs from the battle, he was calm and not trying anything. Orid assumed the Zolars would retread but this time it would be different "Commander Solomon? My name is Orid, I'm the hive mind. your question has no answer as our reason to be here is the same. I and the blessed travel from planet to planet spreading the Aiwyn. cleaning this battle is a good first step to restarting the circle of life."

Solom responded to Orid.
"Oi. First, its Solom. Second, I have to ask why you aren't "cleansing" the humans? I can assume you worked out a truce with them, as I did. I assume the humans are planning some form of treachery on us both. Unless you wish to be crushed underfoot by the humans, I would advise us breaking off combat for now. "

Orid responded "The more battle the stronger the Aiwyn get, and humans are just one of the many. A dot in the stars, but still the harvest is complete I will retread, the Aiwyn retreated and transported there newly gained zombies to the ship. The Aiwyn were gaining, they lived from the battle but a small pause would be good for the swarm to gain and consume the new zombies. "Now I ask you to please take a different color for your head. I and the Aiwyn are offended by your color, it is believe and live system. and white as you call it is a cursed color."

Solom quickly ordered all remaining Solarz to return to base.
"Very well; I will paint my head when I return to camp, on the condition you do not attack my men until the humans are gone from this planet. Whatever you did to get my men eaten from the inside must stop. I advise we have a truce to eliminate the humans. If we continue to fight and kill each other, the humans will be able to crush the force that remains. Even if you win, they will destroy you. Even if another one of your fleets comes and destroys them, all of your men, and you, will die before they arrive. If we have a truce to defeat the humans, then that mutual threat is removed. The humans will kill anyone who they consider Xenos; they are a threat to be eliminated. To underestimate a foe like that is the greatest mistake a general can make. Do you accept my offer?"

Orid laughed and responded "First a enemy, then a truce? I accept, more battle but now with the humans. The truce will start now, excuse me I need to begin planning for cleaning the humans. Oh en stop drinking and eating, it is poison." Orid turned his chair from watching the field that had to suffer from the many field, he ten asked to the hive "are they ready?" "Yes hive mind they are ready." The prisoners were in front of Orid 25 humans 18 Zolars, all of them broken and converted to Aiwynist "All of you are forgiven for your sins, be welcome in the Aiwyns ship." Orid sat down while he ordert his forces to start killing the humans the same way he had done with the Zolars, it didn't really matter with who he fought as long they were fighting. Orid added to his acceptance to Solom "I do want all the ships you don't need to go back, your men will board get away after this battle and I will have my profit."

Solom returned to camp, and painted his head the same gold color the rest of his body is. He realized the bugs aversion to white, which he would use to his advantage once the humans are defeated. Solom sent a highly encrypted message to his command.
"Need Warmechs & Elites. Send in stealth ships. "
With this, he began to prepare for his battle against the humans. He would send his men off once his secret reinforcements arrived.