Power And Strength

It was another typical day on this mysterious planet as the red sun shone high above in the sky and illuminated an endless sea of sand dunes.

A group of warriors possessing various outfits were currently lazily laying down on the sand or trying to use the shade behind large rocks for shelter.

These warriors were clearly not part of a unified group as they came from different species and the armour and weapons, they possessed varied wildly.

Some wore little more than fur rags and held primitive weapons such as spears that were made from a glowing metal that gleamed under the sunlight.

Others were clad in more modern battle suits with plasma rifles attached securely to their hips.

Harsh argumentative voices broke the peaceful atmosphere of the desert as the mercenaries bragged loudly to one another.

"By the All Father! I really hate this fucking planet."