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Post by Erpon Saris on Nov 16, 2017 8:48:48 GMT -8
The Helix-Class Light Interceptor, Den Jagede received the activation signal moments after its owner had sent it. Powering up, the ship lifted off the platform, spun around and took off towards the coordinates sent by Erpon near the exterior of the Spice Mines.
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Post by Pox Bubonic on Jul 7, 2018 22:47:29 GMT -8
Kessendra Kessels' capital. The mind that came up with that one really needed some more imagination. And this hopeless pit was the home of the Bubonic family
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Post by Pox Bubonic on Jul 29, 2018 17:25:28 GMT -8
Pox was making a killing; a steady stream of spice flowed from the plants. Plants where the heinous overlords appeared to acquire more from flogging useless tools mining the spice then actually enjoying the revenue. Oh they got rich, pox was a part of making sure that the product was shipped off the surface in an orderly fashion. Bulk freighters. A steady stream of bulk freighters. What he was concerned with was on a much smaller scale. A scale that made drug lords drool but scarcely put a dent in the big-shots running the show. So his pockets continued to grow larger with small entirely untraceable misdirection of a small but steady supply of spice of his own. And he knew the big middlemen drug kingpins - on a first name basis.... Biggest flaw with people was wanting too much. Getting greedy. Pox never allowed that type of idiocy to consume him. Where his mind was getting was simple: where after retiring? He went on with that happy thought in mind as he poured heart and soul into work
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Post by Deleted on Nov 14, 2018 12:21:15 GMT -8
Dropships began to descend over the small capital center of Kessendra, the military town turned administrative city of Kessel. All eyes gazed upward as troops transports descended upon the streets and into the stadium of the city. Moments later, platoons of soldiers, mercenaries, and battle droids began to disembark and march towards important locations. There wasn't much enforcement on the streets of Kessel as when people came here, people tended to stay as it was rather hard to leave the planet. Gangs kept the order and the ferocity of slavers too. But this was different, people began to notice how different it was as soldiers plastered up posters of the Ajuur Cartel, its brilliant crimson emblem evident for all and bringing eyes to the writing below. Nasir watched from his orbiting ship, listening to reports of the ongoing subjugation of the world.
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Post by Zordo The Hutt on Feb 24, 2019 8:24:26 GMT -8
Kessel was subjugated. The Hutt Cartel was now in control of the spice mines and the slave trade here on Kessel. Bolstering its economy, the Hutt Cartel would soon be able to increase its holdings by acquiring more resources, planets and slaves. With trade secured between the Blackguard Reborn and Clan Ordo, the Cartel would start reaching out so more factions to increase its influence and trade.
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Post by Zordo The Hutt on Feb 1, 2020 16:36:48 GMT -8
Since the Hutt Cartel's occupation of Kessel and its integration into the Cartel's economy, the wealth of the Cartel had boomed. And with the slave trade on Kashyyyk pinned to the Cartel, Wookiees that were unfit to sell as slaves, were instead sent to the spice mines to work. And so with a greater flow of workers into the mines, a greater flow of product left the mines, increasing revenue throughout Hutt Space.
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Post by Yurgo Besadii Orube [RETIRED] on Apr 25, 2020 2:54:24 GMT -8
"Keep your paws outta it, pal"
The Weequay hits the slave with the back of his rifle.
"Those are His Lordship's funerary urns: to be handle with care, sleemo"
The crack of the whips could be heard as the shuttles were unloaded. And finally, the silvery yacht appeared.
"My Lord"
The Twilek groveled at the feet -well, not actuall feet but one gigantic snail-like foot- of the purple Hutt.
"Bunko na chutta, husah no mitti na tuuuh"
"Yes, my lord, the palace is ready: your Magnificence may enter"
"Ho ho ho ho"
The purple Hutt slithered, moving his corpulence across the entrance. Whoever occupied the palace before, it wasn't a concern of his. At least, he wouldn't be too troubled with the Providence dreadnought eclipsing the sun over Kessendra. The throne room had already a raised dais for his obese figure, so, Yurgo, quite pleased, settled himself in there, tired of moving, done for the day. He demanded, harshly, for appetitizers to be brough to him. Monkey-lizards played sadistically with each other to the Hutt's amusement, while he gorged himself with several kinds of vaguely digestible animals, including one who tried to escape from his mouth; he punched the food into submission and swallowed it whole. Slowly, the court started to settle around Yurgo: the music band -for ambience-, the myriad slaves -for every whim possible-, the concubines and dancers -Hutts had a healthy sexual drive-, the bounty hunters -useful sleemo- and a row of petitioners who head about an actual Hutt settling on the planet.
"My Lord"
The Twilek again bows before the hutt, looking at him with a skewed smile.
"Communication from Vigo Rungen Karrinoh"
He gestured with a sauce-covered claw. A holoprojector was lit and everyone went deadly silent in the throne room.
"Yurgo, brother!"
The Hutt replies in basic:
"Rungen, old friend!"
The Falleen smiled, pleased.
"Moving in was smooth, I hope?"
"No schutta dared standing on the way of my dear ship"
"No-one dares standing in your way, anyway, pal, because you'd crush them by merely passing over"
Both laugh heartily, the Hutt's echoing in the tall chamber.
"You have grown larger since the last time we talked"
"You flatter me. I do my best, brother, ho ho ho"
"What about the mines?"
"The selected targets are being seized by our operatives, brother vigo"
"Blessings rain upon your slimey head"
"We shall be able to resume production inmediately. First shipment in... you, sleemo, tell the vigo!"
"Less than a standard rotation, oh powerful lord!"
Said the majordomo, kneeling before the projector.
"Good, good. And your other bussiness ventures?"
"I seized two large warehouses, they will house the Slurm processing plant. I got a thousand slaves and scores of droids working on it already"
"Glad to hear. Now, I must go, brother Yurgo. To the sunset...!"
"... and the rise of a Black Sun!"
The image of the Falleen tilts and disappears. The music and chattering resumes, albeit it can't completely deafen the sound of a Hutt chewing on the hull of a molusk. A male and a female Twilek started to dance before the Hutt, who was licking his lips in admiration. A monkey lizard took a shit over a Mandalorian on the corner, causing a very amusing ruckus.
All in all, a typical day.
Thought the majordomo, sitting on a corner of the elevated dais, looking miserable. He prayed not to end like his predecessor, eaten alive by the Hutt's darling, a rathtar.
Gods no, everything but that...
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Post by Zordo The Hutt on Sept 4, 2020 16:18:33 GMT -8
Even as another Hutt, with permission from the Ajuur Cartel, went about his business on Kessel, the spice mines continued to put out a large amount of product for Zordo's criminal empire. The steady flow of slave labor from both Nar Shaddaa and Kashyyyk continue to boot output. Continuing as normal, the spice mines continued to put out more product to be moved throughout Hutt Space as well as the larger galaxy.
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Post by Zordo The Hutt on Nov 30, 2020 16:13:44 GMT -8
Spice and the hyperfuel known as Coaxium, continued to be mined deep beneath the surface of Kessel. Both commodities continued to provide wealth and prosperity to the Ajuur Cartel, ensuring the Hutt's dominance within this sector of space. Slaves continued to pour in from Nar Shaddaa as well as Kashyyyk, boosting output. Continuing on as normal, everything operated as it should and the final product was shipped off world and distributed across Hutt Space.
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Post by Pox Bubonic on Apr 8, 2021 12:45:55 GMT -8
*Pod smiled as the Comm. link cut. Morrigan. The Dubh survived for one reason above all others. Sure their was the violence. But in was in the silence underneath the chest pounding where they truly excelled. Deals done in the dark of night. He made several calls of his own. Business was on..... The wheels began turning*
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Post by Zordo The Hutt on Jan 24, 2022 14:10:17 GMT -8
With word of Zordo's return to the helm of the Cartel, those formerly under his employ on Kessel were torn. Some were enjoying their own rogue leadership over the slaves and spice mining. Others remained loyal and were willing to return under the sway of their bloated overlord. This sparked a small, civil dispute in the streets of Kessendra. Those loyal to the Hutt Cartel fought against those who would prefer to remain independent. If the slavers and lieutenants on Kessel couldn't reign the dissidents in, the Cartel would come in, in force and reinstate their claim on the world, if the need arose.
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Post by Dragus on Sept 14, 2023 7:04:53 GMT -8
As bright eruptions of thunderous turbolaser fire dotted the background, obliterating large swaths of terrain on the outskirts of Kessel's main settlement, atmospheric assault landers streaked towards the surface of the capital. Red gammaplast armoured Sith Troopers sprouted from top hatches to take hold of the swiveling blaster cannons mounted on the roof, raking panicked and fleeing citizens with deadly crimson bolts before the blocky transports struck the hard surface and tore up the pavement in a rain of shooting sparks as they slid to a stop. Forward facing ramps flipped forwards and slammed down in a series of audible bangs, exposing the angry red interior deck lights as squads of Sith Troopers charged off the transports, immediately opening up in coordinated strikes with their ST-W48 blaster rifles, using the deadly energy weapons mainly in their carbine configuration, though occasionally switching to the underslung quarrel launcher when a little extra punch was required. They picked their targets indiscriminately, gunning down civilians in the street just the same as they did the hired mercenaries and thugs working for the Hutts. In short order the streets ran red, slick with steaming crimson vitae as the faceless Nu-Jakes behind those black visors murdered their way across the city, any show of mercy far from their thoughts.
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Post by Thrakk Valinor on Sept 16, 2023 21:04:07 GMT -8
* Thrakk awoke to the sounds of screams and blaster fire coming from the outside, he could feel the fear and pain all around him through the force. He had only been able to take a few hours short rest in the small cantina room he had rented the previous evening. Taking a brief moment to collect himself Thrakk, grips his lightsaber hilt in his right hand as he rushes out of his and to the cantina entrance. He could see a few patrons inside the cantina cowering behind cover, between the sounds of battle from the outside and the number of voices crying out from around him he couldn't make out what any of them were saying. The cantina door slides open before him, Thrakk peaks out around the entry way and immediately ducks his head back in as a stray blaster bolt impacts near him. Taking a breath and gritting his teeth, the young Jedi Master ignites his cyan lightsaber with a quick move of his thumb . Turning he yells to the peoples hiding within the cantina to remain hidden and to escape if possible. With that he darts out of the entrance of the cantina, batting away blaster fire on sheer reflex through the force. Thrakk looks down the road to see a large contingent of red armored storm troopers advancing towards him, and behind him a small twilek girl crying over the body of what must have been a parent. He didn't know who this enemy was or why they were here, but what he did know was that he had to save as many of the inhabitants of Kessendra that he could.
Thrakk stretches out his left hand causing a plume of dust and minor debris to kick up before him and towards the direction of the coming enemy troopers, whether as a distraction or a means to blind them temporarily, he only hoped it would give himself a few extra seconds. Thrakk continues to sprint across the street scooping up the young child as he moved. Making into a small side alley way, Thrakk can see a few of the city guards holding cover there.*
" Take her and get out of the city !!!"
* He yelled and handed the young twilek girl to one of the security officers, before turning his attention back to the street from which he came. Just as he did, two Sith troopers rounded the corner. Before they could even level their blasters at him, Thrakk with great speed and made short work of them with two quick strokes of his lightsaber. He knew he couldn't take them all head on, and he knew there were probably hundreds or maybe more all throughout the city, but there was not time to think of a strategy or rally the defenses. He was alone in this, and all the thought about at that moment was again...save as many as he could*
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Post by Dragus on Sept 17, 2023 5:09:50 GMT -8
A few city blocks away, the two NJXs of the Elite Praetorian Guard leading the ground assault paused in their slaughter of the civilian population, turning their faceless red plastoid helms towards one another like a near perfect mirror reflection. They had both heard the brief radio transmission from the two Sith Troopers in the field, before they were cut down and contact was cut short. Jedi... Words weren't required between these two gene-crafted clones, they each knew what was expected of them.The Nu-Jake Program was an initiative by the Dark Apothecary to improve upon baseline humanity. Following the conquest of Kamino, the verminous minions of the saurian Sith kidnapped famed holo-drama star Jake Gyllenhaal from his apartment on Coruscant and secreted him away to the watery world in its far off satellite galaxy, where his already near flawless genes were improved upon using a combination of Kaminoan science and the Dark Apothecary's alchemy, birthing an army of obedient clones intended to one day replace the inferior version of the species they had been based upon. The result was an utterly obedient army of clone soldiers loyal to the Sith Eternal cause. The true genius lay in the genetic memory they retained and were able to pass on to any offspring gestated inside the wombs of ordinary human women and the occasional man that had been surgically altered to possess a womb (Dragus wasn't one to judge lifestyle choices), causing each successive generation of Nu-Jake to become better killers than the one before it. NJ1s, the first generation of clone soldier, filled the normal rank and file of Sith Troopers. NJ2s, the second generation, filled the role of Sith Jetpack Troopers and the following NJ3s wore the crimson caped armour of the Sovereign Protectors.NJXs, however, were built a little different. Sometimes referred to by the Dark Apothecary as his Gland Hounds, these clone warriors were designed from the ground up for the purpose of hunting Force Sensitives. They were faster, stronger, and more driven than their baser kin. With the aid of the Sith Eternal's Director of Advanced Technology, Darth Astera, the NJXs were outfitted with the high-tech onion-skin laminate armour and weapons of the Elite Praetorian Guard, transforming them into some of the best murder makers the dark armies under the Eternal flag could field. Ironically the biomancy that allowed them to reach the heights of human superiority also stripped them of much of what made them human to begin with.NJX-13 lowered the growling vibro-voulge held in his gauntlets. "Raptor Claw Epyon, converge on coordinates 69.12 mark 98.73." He spoke dispassionately into his helmet communicator, instructing a team of four NJ2 Sith Jetpack Troopers to head towards the last known location of the two downed Sith Troopers before their mortality runes had winked out. Acknowledged. Replied the Claw leader, ceasing in their indiscriminate butchery of civilians to jet from rooftop to rooftop, heading in the ordered direction. Then without so much as a nod to his fellow gland hound, NJX-13 set off at an impressive sprint towards the same set of coordinates, leaving NJ-12 to continue coordinating the invasion.Already Thrak might hear the scream of roaring jetpacks as the sky-bound squad of four began to close the net.
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Post by Thrakk Valinor on Sept 17, 2023 21:03:24 GMT -8
* Taking a few steps back and then turning away from the street, Thrakk begins to run through the maze of alleyways that filled the center of Kessendra. He had no idea what direction to head, his only thought was to keep moving and be as evasive as possible; and hopefully distract and lead these attackers away from the civilians trying to escape. With every turn down a new path, the young Jedi Master was met with blaster fire or the sight of enemy troopers coming for him from a new direction. Skidding to a stop, Thrakk presses his back to a duracrete wall, he was hidden for the moment, and it allowed him a brief respite giving him time to catch his breath. Before being able to collect his thoughts though, the sound of jet-packs roaring to life above him snapped him back into the moment. He had maybe only made it a few blocks away from his original position, but he had hoped his route would have led his pursuers on a maze-like chase buying him more time. It was evident now that, that was not the case. Looking above him, Thrakk readies his lightsaber. Holding the weapon with both hands in a defensive stance. He knew he couldn't fight an air-born trooper on their terms. He had to make them come to him, and hopefully lessen their combat advantage's by forcing them onto the ground and in the tight quarters of the alley he was in.
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Post by Dragus on Sept 18, 2023 9:39:24 GMT -8
Like moths driven to a flame, the humming cyan blade of the heroic but ultimately unlucky Jedi caught the attention of Raptor Claw Epyon. NJ2-671, sometimes referred to as Talos by the close-nit members his Claw when well beyond the ears of their superiors, opened a communications channel to NJX-13 as the last thrust of their integrated jetpacks saw them descend on the adjacent roofs of the buildings lining the alleyway. "Subject confirmed." Talos said into the mouthpiece of his helmet as his knees bent and his red gamma-plast boots struck the lip of the roof. "74.47 mark 103.56." Coordinating with the precision of droids, all four members raised their F-11ABA heavy blaster cannons, the J20 electroscopes synched with their helmet targeting HUDS.Hold fire. Came the cold unsympathetic voice of the Praetorian. I've arrived. Almost prophetic, the crimson clad warrior's plastoid booted feet skidded across the mouth of the alleyway as he sank in his right heel to arrest the incredible speed of his sprint, sliding to a stop near centre of the opening. His red faceless helm acted in the same capacity as a one way mirror, allowing the gene-enhanced soldier to see through the visor-less helm at the quarry trapped at the end of the alley. While each NJX had been tailored to hunt Force Sensitives, they possessed no true Force sensitivity themselves, lacking the appropriate concentrations of midi-chlorians in their blood. However, the tuk'ata DNA spliced into their genome lent them an almost pre-natural sense, like Force sniffing bloodhounds. Every cell in NJX-13's perfect body told him that the lightsaber wielding prey directly ahead of him was more than just another run-of-the-mill Sensitive, this was a true blue Jedi. He spun the long haft of his vibro-voulge in a single rotation overhead before dropping back into a combat stance, the snarling vibro-blade and glowing red electro-plasma filament hissing violently as he angled the tip towards the cornered Thrakk still standing a dozen paces away, holding the hateful polearm diagonally across his body. The stink of scorched ozone bled from the mag-coils hidden beneath his onion-skin laminate plate, the pain it created across his entire body his only comfort. Outwardly silent, NJX-13 opened a communications channel to the Dark Apothecary who was some kilometers away, overseeing things at the spice mines."Jedi confirmed in Kessendra, my lord." He said as his emotionally absent voice was muted by his helm. "Your orders?" Static hissed in NJX-13's ear as a lisping lizard-like voice gurgled wetly into the mic, accentuated by a heavy reptilian rasp that was common to the barabel species. :: A Jedi? How interesssting. I rather thought their kind had gone extinct, but it appearz az though I waz pleasssantly missstaken. How wondrouz! :: Exclaimed the Blood Wyrm in genuine delight. :: Do be a dear and take care not to kill it. It'z been ssso long sssince I've had an opportunity to ssstudy one of their ilk. Thiz iz sssurely a gift from the Eye to itz mossst fervent follower. Sssubdue it if you can; I'm on my way. ::As the draconian voice in the Praetorian's ear went away, the crimson clad guard slowly advanced down the alley towards the lightsaber wielding Thrakk.
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Post by Thrakk Valinor on Sept 19, 2023 17:30:27 GMT -8
* Thrakk looks cautiously at this new enemy before him, he knew that it didn't matter if he won or lost here because he was at the end of the day still out numbered. Probing outward with the force, Thrakk couldn't feel anything coming from the vibro voulge wielding figure in front of him. It was not a force user, but he could still feel a darkness emanating from it. Twirling his lightsaber around him, his cyan blade points towards this new enemy in front of him. Thrakk was ready, and if he had to be honest with himself; he could feel a bit of excitement growing within him. It had been quite some time since he a had chance to go all out and use his abilities to their fullest. *
" Let me guess, red armor, indiscriminate killing, and a world with something for the taking.... another upstart Sith with an agenda "
* Pushing off with his back foot, Thrakk covers the distance between himself and his opponent withing the blink of an eye. He begins his attack by striking quickly left then right, his aim to probe his enemies' defenses and try to get a firm understanding of just what he was facing here*
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Post by Dragus on Sept 20, 2023 6:39:32 GMT -8
As the Jedi sprang towards NJX-13, the Praetorian's perception of time seemed to slow, as though the world around him had become submerged in the depths of a dark ocean. It was more than just training. That was part of it, of course, but there was also something more. Something...encoded in his very DNA. His right leg slid back as he sank into his stance, plastoid booted heel planting into the duracrete pavement of the alley. When the attack came, first to his left side, the haft of his long polearm met it briefly with a screeching hiss as orange sparks squealed where the coherent plasma blade bit into the cortosis woven metal. Remember to breath. Most important in moments like this. Next the saber swept around to his right, causing him to spin the vibro-voulge in his grip in the same direction, catching the humming cyan beam of light on the haft again. The voulge's razor edge scrapped the street between them, spitting duracrete splinters at both their legs, before he pushed off of his opponent's energy sword and slipped his left leg back to lead with his right. That fraction of a second spent putting distance between them was all he needed to sweep the snarling voulge up diagonally from right to left, the move designed to bisect his foe into two unequal halves.It was rare to find an opponent worthy of his time. He was...enjoying this.
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Post by Thrakk Valinor on Sept 20, 2023 10:50:44 GMT -8
* Thrakk watches as his blade bounces off of the voulge both times, his cyan blade creating sparks on each impact as the Praetorian blocks both of his attacks with inhuman reflex. He had a feeling from the beginning that this was not going to be a walk in the park, and this brief exchange only confirmed that. Even more to his surprise was the strength of the Praetorian Infront of him, for the red armored foe did not even get pushed back slightly upon Thrakk's initial impact with his attack even with his body's momentum behind it. He equated it to running headlong into a durasteel wall, and now the wall was fighting back.
Before he is able to continue his attack, Thrakk can feel the duracrete splinters hit his legs distracting him enough from pushing his offensive forward. This gives the Praetorian the time needed to counterattack. As the voulge comes crackling towards him in a diagonal swing, Thrakk goes to a left one-handed grip. His lightsaber catching the voulge to guide it away from his body and in doing so using the attacks own strength to aid in his own body's movement. Thrakk spins counterclockwise keeping his saber in contact with the voulge, his right hand extending out as he does so. Once the spin is complete and his arm now extended, Thrakk facing the Praetorian pushes outward at it through the force; the power within him flowing like a rampant river. He intends to send this Praetorian flying back into the duracrete wall behind it or at the very least far enough back to allow himself a brief moment to collect himself and come up with a better strategy on how to defeat his opponent. For still in the back of his mind was the jet troopers on the roof tops above him, and the countless other troopers that would be swarming him soon. Going all out fighting this Praetorian would be a gamble, and he would have to risk it*
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Post by Dragus on Sept 20, 2023 22:33:35 GMT -8
Even being an unnatural product of the Dark Apothecary's ingenious alchemical arts, the Nu-Jake was not gifted with a connection to the malevolent fey, thus had no direct means of countering Thrakk's Force Push. However, as the first vestiges of telekinetic force slammed into him, his body instinctively tensed. Gene-enhanced muscle fibers strained and his joints locked in place, digging his heels into the ground as the pressure wave dispersed across the heavy plates of his armoured form, driving him back until his boot came into contact with the wall. Behind his expressionless helm, NJX-13's immaculate white teeth were grit, his lips lifting ever so slightly at the corners in the faintest trace of a grin.
The sad fact was the process that elevated the Nu-Jakes above baseline humanity also stripped away much of what made them human to begin with. Rage, sorrow, sexual desire...defining emotions, and he was absent all of them. Yet it was only in the heat of battle that he truly felt, well, anything. There was something cathartic in their deadly ballet, the clash of blows awakening what he could only describe as a warriors spirit. He wanted to go full out, but Lord Dragus had commanded this one be taken alive, and disobedience was anathema to him. Easing his posture after riding out the Force Push, the Praetorian Guard spun the voulge in his hands so fast it became a twirling blur, the glowing crimson electro-plasma filament drawing the eye like a red cyclone. But he was almost sure this Jedi could take what he could dish out. To see just how far he could push him, it was well worth the risk.
Mid twirl he arrested the spinning vibro-voulge's movement, snapping it down until he held it horizontally and then he released his left hand from the haft, stabbing it forwards with his right hand in a snarling two pronged spear thrust towards Thrakk's midsection.
Above, Talos and the other three members of his Raptor Claw continued to watch the alley-way spectacle with interest. The NJ2 beside him kept his blaster cannon trained on the fast moving Force user, maintaining rigid discipline despite feeling a feral bloodlust incite and excite his senses. The other two on the adjacent roof were quietly taking bets. NJ2-671 wanted to scold them, but the black lensed visor of his jetpack trooper helm was drawn to an object in the distance. A vast winged form was taking shape as it swept towards the city limits. The Hungering One approached on his mutant battle hydra Draygore, its horrendous roar rattling windows even at several kilometers out. It wouldn't be long now.
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