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Post by Shaman Odin Alfodr on Feb 26, 2013 16:58:19 GMT -8
*A large black tower on the plains of Kiffu, it holds the main residential and commercial sectors. The building is sustained by lightning rods and is the safe haven from the severe electrical storms on the planet.*
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Post by Arn Hart on Jun 29, 2013 3:39:41 GMT -8
The Dark Citadel had become refuge to one angry little Sith. The Devaronian had fled to this planet after a near fatal encounter with mercenaries and Jedi, and he had been left bitter from the whole experience. His recuperation from serious wounds had eventually twisted into spending countless hours in the various cantinas around the building, fuelling his rage with booze.
He sat in a booth, staring out of the window at the electricity as it crashed into the building’s lighting rods, visualising himself frying the mercs that did this to him. “Wench! Another drink!” he commanded. He was starting to gain a reputation for being dangerous, so the staff responded swiftly. They delivered him a disgustingly warm beer, just the way he liked it.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 14, 2013 22:39:52 GMT -8
Krokh opened the door into the cantina, his ship having managed to brave the storms on it's way down to the planet's surface. He walked over to a table and took a seat before removing his helmet and taking the Akubra off the top of it and giving it a pat down before placing it back on his head as he called a waitress over =Krokh DuhnDe= How ya going love? can you get me a good old fashioned pint of ice cold Dressellian beer, like it should be. He then pulled a couple of credits from a pocket and handed it to the waitress before she disappeared for a few moments before she returned with his pint of beer. He nodded his head in thanks before downing half the glass in one go
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Post by Arn Hart on Jul 18, 2013 2:47:49 GMT -8
A group of drunken young locals were enjoying themselves just a few booths down from Krae, and his tolerance of their boisterous behaviour was wearing thin as their random cheers at childish pranks kept interrupting his brooding. One of them headed towards the bar to order another drink, but as they passed by Krae’s table, stumbled and knocked over his glass.
Krae shot to his feet, although standing at about the same height he was when he was sitting. “You retched little roach! Apologise… at… once.” the little red man demanded, baring his sharp teeth. He stared into the glassy eyes of the lad that had disturbed him, already thinking of several ways of killing him that would settle the score, but Krae was not unreasonable… not all of the time. It would be the next words to come out of the boy’s mouth to determine his fate…
“Who are you calling little, pip-squeak? Just pipe down before I put you down.” the overconfident adolescent responded. He and his gang of friends obviously thought of themselves as the tough guys in this neighbourhood, but what he didn’t realise was that he was now about as dead as a roo in the high-beams of a road-train.
“Is that right, mate?” Krae challenged, taking a step forward. The boy opened his mouth to reply, but no sound came out. Not even a breath. He desperately flailed his arms around as he was lifted up off the floor, and then started kicking the air around him. His attacker was well out of range though. In fact, Krae hadn’t laid a finger on him. The Sith just stood there shaking his head, with one hand outstretched. “Kids have no respect these days.”
The commotion had not gone unnoticed. Most patrons just looked on in horror, but the rest of the drunken gang were quick to respond, without thinking of course. They rushed in, and one of the bigger ones threw a bar stool at Krae. He was too focused on what he was doing to care, and it hit him square in the side of the head, effectively breaking his concentration. The now practically blue faced boy fell to his feet, gasping and clutching at his neck. While the rest of the gang closed in.
Krae looked around him and grinned. “You’ll pay for that.”
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Post by Deleted on Jul 27, 2013 22:38:23 GMT -8
Krokh looked out from under the brim of his akubra as a Devaronian first started strangling a kid, before the kids mates came to their friends aide, one of them throwing a bar stool, which broke the Devaronians concentration. He could feel this was not going to end well, so he downed the last of his beer, before briefly removing his akubra as he put his helmet on and placed the akubra on top of the helm. He then got up from his seat, rising to his full 6"6' height, and pushed past the onlookers and stood behind the group of teens surrounding the Devaronian =Krokh DuhnDe= Rightio dingoes, leave it be, or I'll break it up for you... Not many men usually challenged Krokh, especially given his impressive height and menacing size, coupled with the horned helm he wore and the sword he wore on his back, the hilt visible over Krokh's right shoulder. But there was always those couple of people, especially those among the group of young teens, who would be stupid enough to think they had a chance against him
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Post by Arn Hart on Aug 5, 2013 6:15:52 GMT -8
Despite having the resemblance of some sort of hell minion, Krae was rarely looked upon as a threat by strangers due to his small size. He could tell though that this newcomer wouldn’t often experience such misconceptions, and although he could already sense something familiar in the colossal Krokh, knew that he was not to be underestimated. Such was the wisdom of age, nurtured by a life of bad experiences.
Some unfortunate souls severely lacked such wisdom. “You’ll mind your own business, mister.” the apparent leader of the group snapped at Krokh. “Or we’ll have to put you down too.” He drew a concealed blaster pistol and started waving it about for everyone to see. This didn’t go down well with the crowd, and patrons started to take cover or flee. Krae didn’t move. He didn’t have to. The fun was going to come to him.
They had all circled around him, and apart from the blaster flailing leader and the breathless kid that was scurrying across the floor like a muddy in a tinny, they all started to close in. Each pulled out a weapon as they got closer. Some grabbed knives out of their boots and others dropped things like extendable shock batons from their sleeves. Krae grinned on. “You think those toys’ll do you any good?” he asked rhetorically.
“Get him, boys!” the leader shouted, signalling to attack Krae.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 12, 2013 23:03:08 GMT -8
Krokh looked less then impressed behind his helmet as the leader of the group pulled out a blaster and waved it about as he threatened to put him down as well. His hand then shot out and wrapped it around the adolescent leader's hand that was gripping the blaster, partly crushing the teens hand against the blaster handle as he did so =Krokh DuhnDe= You homo-sapiens and your guns... Krokh then reached into the force as he used his shaping skills to target the metal components in the gun, before he proceeded to crush the weapon as he tightened his grip on the youth's hand, before he let the leader's hand go before the crushed weapon would no doubt fall to the ground. Krokh then drew his fist back and then swung forward as he hit the leader square in the face, before bring his left fist around into the side of another youths head =Krokh DuhnDe= bloody ankle biter's!
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Post by Arn Hart on Aug 18, 2013 4:16:06 GMT -8
The gang was about to move on Krae, when their leader shrieked in pain as his blaster was obliterated in his hand. The punch to the face dropped him to his knees, and the second hit knocked him out cold, falling backwards onto the floor. The group looked at each other like stunned mullets, wondering what to do next… Their confidence had been rattled somewhat. “Oh, don’t tell me you’re having second thoughts now.” Krae said, sounding rather disappointed.
“What the heck is going on here!?” came a voice from the cantina entrance. The boys all quickly hid their weapons away and backed up slowly as the local security commander stepped in to investigate with his team of armed guards. “People outside are carrying on about some sort of fight in here. And someone has a blaster? I want answers people.”
Krae rolled his eyes and slumped back down into his booth, wondering whether or not to just fry them all and get off this planet. With everyone else backing away, the commander singled out Krokh. “What’s your part in all this, big guy?”
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Post by Deleted on Aug 21, 2013 3:23:27 GMT -8
Krokh had figured the other wombats would lose their courage if he sent the leader packing, and sure enough they all paused a moment before slinking away as a voice came from the doorway. Krokh turned around and tipped his hat to the man who seemed to be the commander, as the man asked what his role in all this was =Krokh DuhnDe= Nothing to worry about here coppa. Just teaching some kids about gun safety... Police were never around when you needed them and always around when you didn't want them, as was the case in this situation. It seems he wasn't going to be enjoying his stay on Kiffu for too much longer if these Jacks decided to place the blame on him
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Post by Arn Hart on Aug 21, 2013 5:58:19 GMT -8
“Handle a lot of weapons do you?” The commander queried, examining the sword hilt that extended past Krokh’s shoulder. He was slowly circling around Krokh to get a look at the unconscious youth that lay beyond him when he suddenly changed tone. “James? James!” The commander cried out, quickly kneeling down to the boy’s side. He looked up at his troops for a moment. “Seize this thug, lock the place down, and get me a medic. Now!” he ordered, before turning back to this ‘James’. The gang leader was clearly well known to the local authorities, but this was not quite the reaction that Krae as expecting to see as he watched on from his seat with growing interest.
James stirred back into semiconsciousness with a groan. “Uh, what happened?” he mumbled, as he opened his eyes to see the commander kneeling over him. “Dad?”
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Post by Deleted on Aug 22, 2013 23:09:47 GMT -8
=Krokh DuhnDe= Sure do mate, out in this galaxy you gotta know how to handle a weapon properly, otherwise thugs can take you by surprise. Krokh then watched the commander as the man moved around him, before running to the side of the youth and calling out his name, before demanding that Krokh be arrested. He just looked at the enforcers that were standing near him, daring them to make a move against him. He then turned back towards the commander as the kid called the commander dad. He suddenly knew this situation was not going to end well for him at all, so there was no point in not adding kerosene to the fire =Krokh DuhnDe= Perhaps you aught to teach your kid some manners, so that I don't have to... or perhaps a corrupt coppa who looks the other way when his son does wrong is how they do things around here!
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Post by Arn Hart on Aug 23, 2013 5:55:31 GMT -8
The commander glared up at Krokh with rage burning in his eyes. He was a hardworking, dedicated, and honest cop. He may have spent more time on the job than raising his boy, but he had done his best, and there was no way in his mind that his son could have been doing anything wrong. “You beat my boy senseless, and then have the nerve to accuse me of corruption? You’ll be going away for this.” He turned to his approaching men again. “Get this brute outta here. Lock him up at the station while we sort this mess out.”
“Yes, Sir.” a few of the troops answered. One of them stood in front of Krokh while the other went around behind him. “Sir, my colleague is going to cuff you and you’re going to have to come with us.” The one behind him grabbed Krokh’s thick arms to try and put the handcuffs on.
“Hehehehe.” Krae copped some strange looks, but couldn’t contain the laughter. He knew where this was going and thought it was a cracker of a joke. There had already been the twist, and now it was just about time for the punch line.
The commander got an eerie feeling from that laughter. “And take the Devaronian in for questioning too.” he addressed his men again.
“BWAHAHAHAHA!”
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Post by Deleted on Sept 28, 2013 18:05:32 GMT -8
Well this was not entirely unexpected, but neither was it the way he was going to let the day progress. He stared at the officer in front of him as he begun to draw the force to himself, his patience just about at it's end. He then felt the officer behind him grab one of his arms =Krokh DuhnDe= You don't want to be doing that mate... As the Devaronian started laughing and the commander ordered he be brought in as well, he figured now was as good a time as anyway. He opened his left hand and released a concentrated ball of air at the officer trying to cuff him, sending the man flying backwards. He then did a couple quick hand movements before he caused a gust of wind to blow in through the door and hit the other officers surrounding him, as well as sending a few seats and tables that weren't bolted down flying about as well. He then drew his sword and rested the flat of the blade on the officer's shoulder who was still standing in front of him, the blade edge pointing at the man's neck, almost daring him to make a move =Krokh DuhnDe= Well I gotta Blow through, so I'll see you coppa's later...
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Post by Arn Hart on Oct 10, 2013 3:03:04 GMT -8
The first of the law men to get a taste of Krokh’s power smashed through a window into the corridor outside, sliding across the polished floor until he bumped into a wall on the opposite side. The others were simply thrown off their feet and knocked about with the debris that hurtled around the room.
Even Krae had to take action as a long table was lifted by the wind and flipped over towards him. As it approached, he ripped it in half with the Force, allowing the two pieces to go past on either side. He made sure that one of the halves found its way toward the young fella that had hit him with a chair earlier.
While some of the troops had been hit for a six, others managed to get to their feet fairly quickly and started drawing their blasters. The one directly in front of Krokh froze on the spot as he felt cold of the blade threatening to end his existence. “Hey now, let’s just take it easy.” He said, slowly reaching his arms out to a submissive position.
His commander was not quick to give up though. “You’re not going anywhere.” He said, rising up from having shielded his barely conscious son from the mini cyclone. He also drew his blaster and aimed it at Krokh. “Drop the weapon and surrender!”
By this time, there were quite a few firearms pointed at Krokh. Although Krae was curious to see how this would play out if he just sat back and enjoyed the show, he was compelled to join in the fun. In the short silence of the standoff after the commander’s words, the hissing and humming of a familiar deadly weapon igniting drew the attention of the room. Half of the blasters were turned towards the little red man who now stood atop a bench with his right arm extended at 45 degrees down to his side, holding a red lightsaber. “Mind if I cut in?”
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Post by Deleted on Nov 19, 2013 21:32:18 GMT -8
Krokh smiled at the officer's submission, but his expression soon changed as the commander raised his gun and demanded he surrender. He then turned his head slightly as he heard the Devaronian ignite his lightsaber and ask to join in =Krokh DuhnDe= Be my guest... He then swung the sword in his right hand backwads as he threw his left hand, in a fist, forward, knocking the officer right in front of him into the commander. As the other officers stepped back who still had their guns trained on him, Krokh took a step forward and swung his massive blade forward, slicing through the air and the officers in front of him
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Post by Arn Hart on Dec 24, 2013 3:48:37 GMT -8
The Commander caught his subordinate as he fell backwards from the hefty punch. The woozy officer was unable to hold his own weight up, and so the Commander lowered him to the floor before turning his attention back to his suspect. He looked up just in time to see two of his men falling before Krokh with blood spraying from severed limbs. He again took aim, and fired off three shots of his blaster pistol.
The rest of the men nervously opened fired on Krae as soon as the punch was thrown. As big and dangerous as Krokh was, he ‘only’ had a sword. The moment Krae had ignited his saber, he also ignited the fear in their hearts, for few people in the galaxy these days were unaware of what the red lightsaber represents. He deflected a few blasts before, at their horror, disappearing from sight. Only Krokh would have been able to sense his movements while hidden, but it was only a moment before he reappeared, though it was not the little red man that everybody saw at first. The glowing blade of his saber burst through the chest of one of the officers, who collapsed lifelessly to the floor, revealing the grinning the Sith behind him. “Too easy!”
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Post by Deleted on Dec 24, 2013 22:11:01 GMT -8
Krokh turned around in time to deflect the Commander's shots with the flat of his blade absording the energy of the shots. Krokh leveled his gaze on the commander =Krokh DuhnDe= Flamin hell, I've had a gut full of you mate. Tell the coppa's on the other side to put a snag on the barby for me... He then stepped forward and swung his blade at the commander's neck height, seperating the man's head from his torso, ala Jango Fett style. He then released the handle of the sword with his right hand, before reaching on to his back and pulling one of the ultrachrome boomerangs from it's sheath, before tossing it through the air. He then reached into the force as he used a combo of aerokinesis and geokinesis to manipulate the flight path of the boomerang, causing the razor sharp edge of the boomerang to slice through a number of unsuspecting officer's necks. The boomerang then came flying back, before he caught it in his hand and replaced on in it's sheath. He then turned to the devaronian, as the strange red creature appeared from behind an officer who he had stabbed in the back. They needed to get out of here, not because there was every likelihood that the entire cities officers would come down on them, but because he had the sudden urge for a cold one and a sanga =Krokh DuhnDe= It's time to shoot through mate...
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Post by Arn Hart on Dec 25, 2013 18:26:15 GMT -8
“You’re not wrong about that.” Krae replied, as he deflected a few blasts from the last man standing of the whole squad. He gave the officer a puzzled look, questioning his logic. “This bloke just took out your team with a shiny bent stick, and you still think it wise to shoot at me?” The man stood there for a second, contemplating what Krae had said, until with a quick wave of his hand, the mischief making Sith used the Force to clobber him in the side of the head with a coffee machine. “Sleep on it.”
Krae turned back to his new accomplice. “Main exit will be crawling with these vermin soon.” He used his lightsaber to cut a hole in the floor to the service level below, and then took another look at Krokh. “Hmmm…” He used his lightsaber to cut a BIGGER hole in the floor to the service level below, and then jumped in, proceeding to cut another hole in that floor to the small shop beneath.
“You coming?” his voice echoed from the hole.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 26, 2013 21:08:50 GMT -8
=Krokh DuhnDe= Yeah, yeah mate. He sheathed his sword, before he proceeded to jump down through the hole that Krae had made through the floor into the store below the bar. He then made his way towards the doors, since they'd need to take either the emergency stair case of a turbolift down to get to the starport =Krokh DuhnDe= I got a star yacht waiting in the hangars, We can use that to get to my Liberator in orbit...
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Post by Arn Hart on Dec 28, 2013 4:20:25 GMT -8
“Sound’s fancy. As long as we get there quick enough, they shouldn’t have it locked down.” Krae said, walking through the store. There were no customers in at the moment, but the clerk came out from the back room when she heard talking. “Oh. Can I help you gentlemen with anything?” she automatically asked, though her eyes trained curiously towards the hole in the ceiling. “No thanks, love.” Krae replied. “Just passing through.” He used the Force to gently push her back into the small room and then closed the door, shorting out the controls. “Sit tight now… Actually, you could put this on my tab.” he said as he picked up a leather jacket off the rack and put it on. “Not bad. It’s usually a pain to find my size.”
He left the store with Krokh via the front door, casually walking down the corridor as if nothing had happened. “This level is not even on alert yet.” He mentioned, noting that citizens were still going about their normal business. “The name’s Krae by the way. What do I call you?”
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