The story of Hazar'shiraj

In the secluded galaxy known as the Chiriq sector in common tongue a sort “legend” has come from there. Whether legends are born or made, one could say that he was both. Within this sector on the planet called “Shikar” there lives a race of dangerous reptilians that called themselves “Jhikari.” These sentient reptiles are quadrupeds and are well known for their toxins. While frowned upon by their kind it doesn't stop them from selling their own poison for funds and/or objects of value. Being such venomous creatures they are all almost immune to their own venoms and more simplistic poisons through the universe. However there is one whose poison can even pose a threat to his own kind: Hazar'shiraj. He is one of the few extremely gifted Jhikari who has perfected creating his own venom to the point where he can create a miasma that can erode most metals. With this kind of power though it went straight to his head and he used it for his own gain. This wouldn't be as bad if it wasn't for the fact that he was a very disturbed individual. He was a cannibal with an extreme thirst for blood that the local wildlife, which there isn't much of since they live on a desert planet, could not satisfy. He turned on his own kind to satiate his twisted desires. While he was a threat he wasn't a big enough threat to use extreme force on. After all most of their lives they survived on a “only the strongest survive” mentality and for a long while they considered Hazar'shiraj to be doing just that. However it was after the day that he went to the capital to murder a very important political figure that he crossed the line. Not only did he kill one of their own but he had killed a DUAL representative. With such an atrocity having taken place and ruining their image with DUAL the populace of the planet had had enough. They didn't just send a small police force, they sent what they called “Jhishirj” or “The Cleaners” in their language. These were the people they used to handle terrorists and severe problems caused by those who sought to destroy the way of life for their citizens. After what Hazar'shiraj did, this would be considered as such. 

Present day

After months of tracking the movements and patterns of Hazar'shiraj the Jhishirj would have finally cornered him. There was no escape for him. Aside from perimeter guards the majority of the force would be gathered for one final debriefing.
“Alright men. This is our time to end this. Though I shouldn't have to say this, I will warn you all. This is Hazar'shiraj we're after. One slip up and many of us can and WILL die by this maniac. He only wants to kill, however that is not our only option to retaliate with. Our higher ups want him alive to torture him so that's what we must try to do. Should to many of us fall though… we are allowed to kill him. Should he try to attack us with that Miasma of his your orders are to fall back. We do not have the capability to protect ourselves from that. He can only use so much of the substance and it takes him to long to be able to make more of it… I remind you all again… this is not some cunning terrorist we're after… this is a crazed monster. Proceed with caution,” their leader would say before using his tail in their own customary salute. With a “Sir! Yes sir!” and a returning salute the troops would dive into the belly of the beast. The moment they entered the den though, many of these hardened soldiers would become unnerved. With slow, calculated steps they would all march. Though this could be considered a den it was much larger then it looked. After all it was his main hideout. After a minute of ominous, silent tension many of the soldiers would be assailed with a horrifying stench as they opened up a hatch. It didn't take long for them to realize what it was: the stench of death. The stench of the dead, bile and gore permeated the air to where it was nearly choking the air from their lungs, even causing a few to puke from the surprise which only added to the terrible smell. 
“Dear gods…” was all that the pointman could say after wiping his mouth from the leftover spittle that was his lunch. He couldn't help but look back at his squad behind him, genuine fear in his eyes. They all knew him, he was almost always the first in and last out when it came to most scenarios he was in. He never had this fear but in this instance… he was terrified. It finally hit him what they were all about to walk into and part of him wanted to run away as fast as he could. However, he was a Jhishirj. That was not an option, not after they've come so far. Before he could turn back towards the hatch the nearest soldier would place his frontpaw on his back to try and reassure him. “We're right behind you. We won't let anything happen to you Zergha,” he would say with a nod. After a moment Zergha would nod in return and face the hatch before jumping down into the pitch black abyss. This however would prove to be a fatal mistake. Only a few seconds after he vanished a scream of agony would come from him but only for a moment before it was silenced. The man who was second would immediately rush to look inside without jumping in. His flashlight immediately cutting through the veil of darkness to find… nothing. There wasn't a trace of their friend Zergha anywhere. No blood, no signs of a struggle, nothing. They couldn't try to find an unknown scent through the smell of the deceased which now seemed to include Zergha. 
“What's going on!?” One of the soldiers towards the back would shout. 
“Jhariz what happened to him!?” Another would demand. Jhariz would back out from the tunnel and shake his head. 
“I… I… I don't know… he’s just… gone,” was all he would say in response. The mission had barely started and already the entire group had become demoralized. From the odious stench to Zergha disappearing the moment he stepped into unknown territory things were not boding well. “I'm going in… someone watch over me,” Jhariz would say as he leaned over the hatch. The third in line would nervously join his comrade and look into the hatch. Jhariz would slowly slink into the next tunnel, the claws in his back paws doing their best to keep him in the upper tunnel as he tried to reach the bottom. However the ground would prove to be just out of his reach and the rocks beneath his claws would give way forcing him to fall in face first. This is when the other member would soon see Jhariz also meet the same fate as Zergha. The floor immediately under the hatch would show to be a spring loaded trap door, giving way under enough weight and closing back up when no weight was on it. However for a split second he would be able to see Zergha impaled by spikes and soon Jhariz would be impaled as well, dead next to his friend. “THIS PLACE IS TRAPPED!” the man would call out. This would prove to be the final straw that would finally cause a few them to panic. 
“Everyone settle the fuck down!” a deep voice would call out, but to no avail. This time he would turn off the safety on his weapon and fire off a shot into the ceiling. “ENOUGH!” he would snarl, this time getting everyone's attention. “I don't know about all of you but I came here to KILL this fucker. And right now he's just making it easier for us to do so. Are you all going to just be a bunch of cowards and allow this bastard to get away with the deaths of our comrades!?” he would yell. It would take a few moments but he would get the answer he was looking for: a resounding “NO!” “Then what the hell are you waiting for? We have a monster to kill!” he would announce which would cause the them all to regain most, if not all, of their morale and finally enter, being careful to avoid the first trap. That morale boost wouldn't last long though as they went along and a few more crude traps would claim more soldiers. However that would only put small dents into their drive. It was what they would find further into Hazar'shiraj's lair that would finally unnerve them all once more. As they finally came upon the first room what they would be greeted by was something straight from a horror movie. Dozens of bodies would be hanging from the raised ceiling. Each one would be mutilated, hanging by their own intestines while pools of blood would be underneath them, filling up indentations in the ground to keep the blood from pouring elsewhere. Many of those who didn't vomit before would do so now after seeing this. However there was one thing they weren't able to see in here: the very man they were hunting down was in here. Clinging to the ceiling like a spider waiting for its prey. Keeping his sinister laugh inside his own demented mind he would slowly begin to breath out the highly feared Miasma. It pained him to do so since this would ruin all his “hard work” but he could always just do it again. He would keep it slow as to not alarm anyone. The thick, nearly black most would slowly descend upon the unsuspecting soldiers. Once he felt like it was about to make contact he would take a deep breath before exhaling an alarming amount of the caustic mist before jumping down onto the new pointman. As he descended he would let out a deep, horrifying hiss to cause them all to look up. Before they could react, as they were still reeling from the horrific display before them, Hazar'shiraj would be able to sink his teeth into his prey’s neck and rip out a huge chunk of flesh. However with that bite would also be direct contact with fresh miasma which would immediately eat away what remained of his neck. Hazar'shiraj would laugh manically, most of his miasma spewing from his maw uncontrollably before he would leap back up to his original hiding place. The soldiers would be to disoriented from the shock and panic of that just happened that one of two things were on their mind: “Run” or “Kill him”. Those who decided to run made the right choice while everyone else would eventually die to the miasma that would eat away at them as they tried to shoot Hazar'shiraj. Their screams would become gurgling moans of despair as they died slowly and painfully. As those who fled went to try and leave the lair immediately, they would soon find themselves unable to. Hazar'shiraj had more than one way into his den from the original tunnel and he would use the shorter, non-trapped way to cut them off and seal the hatch they had entered from. After losing eight people from trap and ten from the deadly miasma, there felt like no way only half of the first squad could handle this after this revelation. Once more true fear and despair had settled into their minds.
“Radio for help! RADIO THE FUCKING COMMANDER!” one of them would scream in their panic. 
“I'M TRYING!” another would say, “COMMANDER! It's a total disaster down here! We need help! PLEASE! I DON’T WANT TO DIE!” he would beg over the radio.
“Soldier! What's happening? I need details!” their leader would reply.
“He's killing us off one by one! Traps! Miasma! We have no escape route! HELP US DAMN IT!” the soldier would barely be able to say through his crippling fear.
“Reinforcements are coming. Stay calm. How many have we lost? I need to know how dire the situation is,” the commander would ask.
“We… we lost half already… please! SEND EVERYTHING! I don't know how much longer we'll last down here!” the soldier would respond, choking on his words as he was on the verge of crying. 
“Stay where you are. Do not engage the enemy unless necessary… I promise you you'll see tomorrow soldier,” the commander would say before hanging up. The soldier on the radio would turn around to his fellow soldiers to say, “They're sending help!” This would cause the soldiers with him to reel with a bit of joy and hope but the radioman would notice something… people are missing from their group. “Guys…. Where's Zaehji and Haroj?” he would all which would make them all notice this finally. 
“Oh no… WHY WEREN'T YOU GUYS WATCHING!?” he would snap his a newfound panic. No one would answer that though because they had no real excuse. They were all looking at him for good news in this”do or die” situation.

Ten minutes would pass before the new reinforcements would finally arrive. They would come to find that hatch would have a massive metal weight on it to keep it from being opened. Questions on where it came would have to wait as they had lives to save. They would remove the weight and enter the hatch like the others. However they would only find one soldier there, shaking hysterically with his face torn up. “Holy…” the one soldier would say before moving in to try and get him out of there. However the moment he touched him the soldier freaked out and lashed out in fear, nearly gouging out one of his rescuer’s eyes. “Damn it! Someone help me detain him!” He would call out.