Xac

This world was hideous - though, to be fair, that was probably the point. Disguising the planet as a barren wasteland was a clever way of hiding your species.

Not clever enough, though.

Commander Xac took half a step forward, tore what looked like a grotesque mixture of slime and a cobweb off his foot, and continued. Nothing but dusty red plain could be seen for miles around in every direction. He walked for a while before abruptly pausing and looking down at the bleak earth below him, where he saw the faint outline of a trapdoor enclosing where he stood. He stomped his foot down near the center of the entrance, causing a loud creak and sending a stifling amount of dust into the air. The second stomp, even more forceful than the first, flung the trapdoor open, and the Commander landed in a dimly-lit tunnel, standing a couple dozen feet away from a troop of large spiders, sporting upright torsos and heads and long, gleaming polearms.

Commander Xac took no time in analyzing them. They were much larger than the common household spider but still fairly small, around five feet tall on average. They had compact bodies and short but dexterous-looking limbs, seemingly suited for very quick, puzzling movement patterns and rapid attacks in combat... and yet, they were equipped with weapons that required open space and lunging movements, rather than, say, daggers.

Clearly they had used up all their brain cells in their stealth efforts and left none over for actual combat strategy.

Finished with his analysis, Commander Xac began to slowly approach the troop, lifting his arms up and scraping his claws against the walls as he did so. The arachnid "warriors" backed up a little, eyes widening in panic, before literally shaking off their nerves and charging towards him. He easily dodged their reckless and sloppy attacks, snapping a few of their weapons in half as he did so, spinning around and slamming his hand into the side of one's head as he plunged his claws into another. As the troop began to turn around, he carefully waded in, quickly striking a warrior before stepping out of the way of an attack, repeating that simple yet effective movement over and over again, in a sort of brutal, bloody dance. Soon, he was surrounded by the corpses of the arachnids, and as he looked up towards the next wave of opponents to come, they promptly dropped their weapons and fled into the tunnel - with Commander Xac immediately charging after them, rapidly closing in.

"Four times the legs and you still can't outrun me!" The Commander pounced on the nearest spider, driving his claws deep into the helpless thing's abdomen. "Pathetic!"

He ran down each and every one of the creatures, leaving only one alive so it could bring him its leader - and all he needed to do was threaten its life. Such unseemly, traitorous creatures.

Commander Xac rapped his claws against his arms as the chosen survivor of his merciless attack returned, followed by a spider much larger than average, looking to be around seven feet tall, donning a thick cape that trailed on the ground behind it. It cleared its throat as it approached, twiddling several pairs of thumbs nervously.

"It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance. I am Director Tr-"

The smaller arachnid let out a horrified squeal as the Commander decapitated the Director with one quick, clean sweep of his claws.

"Rotten, formal piece of filth," Commander Xac muttered.

As the spider began to sob uncontrollably, burying itself in the corpse of its former leader, Commander Xac held out his right arm, willing the panel on it to pop open. Once it did, he was met with a holographic image of none other than the Dark Lord Xero himself.

"I assume it is done?" The sound of his voice seemed to make the trembling spider wail even louder.

"It is done, my Lord. I've taken out their leader, and they were atrociously weak to begin with. It will be easy to exterminate the rest of them."

"Good work, Commander. Finish them off before I send anyone else."

"It will be done, my Lord."

The Commander closed the panel and silenced the weeping spider with a single stomp.