Nightwing -- the final chapter

After the fierce assault upon the Siebenbrgen base, the Cave Imp King was not
quite pleased. He did find the base annihilated, which was good, but also that the 
attack force and the nearby Imp Cave was wiped out, which was bad. The Cave Imp
King was by no means considered an intelligent being. His ways were more leaned
to brute force than to devious plots, even though he could sometimes devise some
rather nasty ambushes to the unsuspecting marines in green armour that seemed 
to invade his realms regularily. As he sat upon his throne fashioned from human
skulls, his brain managed to put in an overdrive gear, and he suddenly came to
the conclusion that a third part must have been involved.
   "Hrm", he muttered to himself, "it couldn't have been one of the green-
armoured marines. None of them would have managed that on Ultra-Violence."
   The more he thought, he understood what he had missed. It must had been someone 
that knew his way around. After all, those green marines had been coming for the 
last seven years now. Someone of them must had grown pretty skilled, then. The Cave
Imp King realized what to do that instant. He decided to assault another base, 
the Nightwing complex, at tremendous losses, and then spread the troops out over
the area as to make them easier to defeat. He did not know why. The sentence
"gameplay is always the most important thing" somehow rang in the back of his
head. He shook the voice off. That could not have anything to with how he placed
his minions.
  The whole plan was, in short, to lure that third part there, make him/her/it 
fight the cave imps (with pets), and, uh, hope that he/she/it died in the
process. Shortly, a universe of way more effective possibilities revealed them-
selves to the Cave Imp King, but with a slight glance at his watch fashioned from
human teeth, he saw that it was time for the-meal-between-second-breakfast-and-
first-meal-before-lunch, and thus that universe of ideas died out, never to be seen
again.