The robot legion had barely gained a foothold on the ground when Vader led a full three hundred Sith warriors down from the sky, stepping onto the purplish-brown Creep. Vader disgustedly raised his foot, glanced at the slime clinging to it, and frowned slightly. "The Zerg Overmind really appeared here... Our advance is too slow. Qiqihar, go. Lead your warriors and carve a path for the mechanical legion!"
"Your will shall be fulfilled, my lord!" Unlike the other Sith, who wore black robes, Qiqihar was covered head to toe in iron armor. Of course, it was not because he feared death and wanted stronger defenses. His body was incomplete, and he needed the armor as support—his arms were entirely metal. As for his original arms, they had been severed during a campaign to wipe out the Jedi.
Thus, rather than saying he wore armor because he needed it, it was more accurate to say that the circuitry controlling his metal arms within his body needed protection!
Qiqihar set out with a hundred men. A hundred warriors seemed pitifully insignificant on a battlefield where armies numbered in the hundreds of thousands, yet this dagger formed of one hundred Sith easily tore through the Zerg's layered defenses and ambush-ridden defensive lines!
Qiqihar darted through the front lines at astonishing speed. Whenever Hydralisk spines or the Glaive Wurms fired by Blade-Arm Mutalisks in the sky came hurtling toward him, he evaded in advance, allowing the enemy attacks to miss. His agile movements did not hinder his advance in the slightest.
Their outstanding performance made them the Zerg's priority target. Iron-Armored Cockroaches, Swarm Hosts, and Brood Lords no longer remained hidden, emerging from the ground one after another. In the blink of an eye, they formed a wall of more than ten thousand units