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Post by Kali Helaine on Sept 9, 2015 6:49:33 GMT -8
Kali had chuckled at Alphas remark and had responded with a mischievous raise of the eyebrows. She loved the rapport they were sharing; the teasing back and forth lightened her mood and broke the severity of the situation and provided momentarily relief.
Now she was awaiting Hevns reply but nothing could have prepared her for what she was about to hear. She never would have believed it if any had told her.
When Hevns gaze found hers, she did not turn away. Despite the unease she felt with him at times, she would hold his gaze not out of hostility nor was it out of defiance. She could not have explained why if she had been questioned for she did not know but it did not make her uncomfortable. Despite his mood swings, when he was like this she was happy to be in his company and now, there was something about his mood that had put her at ease.
She drew upon her cigarette deeply and held it in her lungs for a brief moment and exhaled slowly.
She finished her smoke within no time at all, his words had stunned her which had made her smoke her death stick at an accelerated pace. Without realising it her face broke into a bright smile. Her eyes were glistening with excitement and she could not stop smiling. It was the news that she had been craving to hear. She had the security that she so desperately wanted and was about to begin the real journey she was desperate to begin. She could not even begin to imagine all she was about to experience and learn. She turned to Alpha and looked at him for a moment and then turned her gaze back to Hevn. Her relief was evident. She did not know what to do or to say. She wanted to hug them both, she wanted to kiss them both, and she wanted to do something to release the ball of excitement that was electrifying her. All of her worries had now just been eradicated in one swoop and she was ecstatic and grateful.
Her eyes sought Hevns as her excitement vanished as quickly as it had come. What If she had misheard him?
Did you just imply that you will train me? I did not misunderstand what you were saying, did I? As I swear upon my life that I will do whatever it takes to prove myself worthy of your efforts. I will do all I can to assist you bringing your every desire to fruition.
She drew one last time upon the death stick and threw it to the floor without breaking her gaze upon Hevn. She stomped her foot upon the death stick and twisted the ball of her foot upon it. She would work as hard as she could to help him fulfil his desire for the order and power, it seemed the least she could do to repay him for saving her life and helping her on the path to one much better.
She knew the journey of an apprentice would be hard and it would be tiring, but none of that phased when she thought of the rewards. She only had to look at the power of which he could unlock inside her and she knew it would be worth whatever she was to face. She was to be trained as a Jen’jidai!
She removed another death stick from the pack and led the pack upon the console for the others should they want one, and lit her smoke. She was chain-smoking yes but she could not help it.
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Jace Stealer
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Post by Jace Stealer on Sept 10, 2015 1:03:40 GMT -8
First Lieutenant Gunnerson pulled out his datapad and accepted the file transfer coming from Alpha, his eyes tracing over the details as he rerouted the transfer to all the squad leaders in the perimeter. It would seem that he was right about them running scared. Several convoys of lightly armored troop transports were making their way into the city as fast as they could. Heavy vehicles and idle infantry were too slow and had been caught in the slaughter that was the Reaver forces descending upon the planet like a plague. They would be the first wave of hostiles to hit the perimeter defenses.
However, various nobles had either been drilling their troops closer to the city or were stationed just outside the city limits. Moderately armored vehicles and soldiers were making their way towards the bank at a slower pace, but from different directions. And to complicate matters further, not every noble enjoyed having loyal soldiers or mercenaries by their side. Several shareholders of the bank had invested in numerous varieties of battle droids and vehicles for them to operate. There was no need for them to be out in the fields to drill, and even as they prepared the defensive perimeter several detachments were mobilizing from nearby barracks and heading their way. The amount of different elements posed against them would prove challenging, and Gunnerson hoped they could hold the line until the bank was cleared out.
Blue Two this is Green One, confirming data transfer. Thanks for the intel. Out. Switching back over to his company's communications frequency, he waited for the first shout of confirmed contact from his squad leaders. Everybody was preparing their sector based on the information that was given out, giving each squad a different set of tasks based on the forces they would be engaging. Every squad sent a team of four soldiers (aka: fireteam) out into the streets that the hostiles would be coming from to set up explosives and traps in various choke points. Heavier IED's were placed in small craters and nearby vehicle wrecks in the road to deal with heavier vehicles and to break up convoys. Trip mines and other various anti-personnel explosives were rigged in alleyways and doorways that would be a likely funnel for incoming and flanking soldiers. Several jerry-rigged smoke grenades were employed in positions that the enemy might use to set up heavier equipment and positions that anti-tank support wasn't immediately facing.
Meanwhile the remaining eight soldiers of each squad were unpacking their kits and setting up the heavy hitters. Each squad managed to haul a single E-web turret and several shoulder-mounted anti-tank rocket launchers, which they set up and positioned to give themselves the largest field of fire. Every squad also spread out to two buildings to give themselves better coverage and to insure that they didn't get clumped up by the enemy. The fireteams that setup the explosives returned to defensive formations shortly after. With anti-personnel mines and turrets, anti-tank mines and rockets, each soldier equipped with their own carbine or repeater, and air support in the form of K-wings and LAAT/i gunships on standby, the perimeter was ready. And it wasn't long before the guests of honor showed up.
A convoy of five A-A5 heavy speeder trucks approached from the south east, moving at a considerable speed through the city streets in a mildly controlled panic as they fled from the destruction outside of the city. Their world would come to a crashing halt as the first engagement of the perimeter commenced. A single rocket screeched from a building and punched through the front of the lead vehicle, traveling to the back of the truck before detonating. The resounding explosion blew off the back and sent the entire vessel careening into a nearby building. The convoy attempted to push on, but the second vehicle was flipped in a ball of fire and debris from the detonation of an IED. With the front-right of the vehicle missing and the entire thing upside-down and in the roadway, the whole convoy was forced to halt. The third vehicle was met with a hail of blaster bolts from the E-web cannon, punching a whole through the top-mounted turret and it's gunner. As soldiers poured out of the disabled vehicle and survivors crawling out of the first two to engage the defensive line, the last two speeder trucks cut down a side street to the next squad's defensive perimeter.
Echo One-One this is Echo One-Four, hostile contact established, over.
Gunnerson keyed his headset as he moved into position by a window, overlooking the deceptively empty streets. He could hear the initial rocket followed by the resounding 'boom' of the IED going off from the position next to them. "Echo One-Four this is Echo One-One. Copy your last message, give me a sit-rep, over."
Echo One-One this is Echo One-Four, we've got five model A-A5 speeder trucks with top mounts at our position. Two are down and one is disabled, engaging unknown number of troop compliments. The last two have diverted and are en route to YOUR position. Do you copy, over.
The first lieutenant glanced up the street, and sure enough there was two speeder trucks warily making their way to them. He signaled to his squad to prepare themselves for engagement. "Echo One-Four this is Echo One-One. Copy your last message, we've got eyes on the two speeder trucks. Commencing engagement, out." He continued to watch the two vehicles creep forward, cautious now that they knew the invasion had reached the city. They were unsure where the defensive line was, or even if there was one for that matter. However, they wouldn't have to wonder any longer as a missile flew from Gunnerson's building into the front of the first vehicle. The solid hit took out the driver and the co-pilot, powering down the whole vessel and leaving it stranded in the middle of the roadway. Soldiers poured out the side and into cover as the E-web hammered into the street. Gunnerson brought his modified A280 with an underslung grenade launcher up and fired an explosive round at the second vehicle. A direct hit on the turret blew it right off the vehicle, prompting the soldiers within to flood out as they knew the vehicles themselves were death-traps at this point. Equipped with light weaponry and armor, the lowly-trained soldiers attempted to hold back against the onslaught that the Emerald Blades was dishing out.
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Post by Bedrovelse Hevn on Sept 10, 2015 5:21:09 GMT -8
Hevn's eyes grew light and round. A change took over. Every intimately expressed ounce of torture that usually skulked from those eyes disappeared in a flash as a huge smile stretches his mouth behind the teeth of the dragon. His voice is rattles from his lips, bass exaggerating his tone flirtatiously.
"My...every desire?"
Alpha's eyes cross as laughter explodes out from his mouth and a cloud of smoke. A violent fit of hacking coughs shakes his lungs, tears creeping down his dark blue fur. Alpha tries to fight a response out from his hysteric fit only for Hevn's mechanical tone to cut through the sound.
"Oh stop. You're going to make me blush."
Alpha hits the floor with a boisterous thump, clutching his stomach with agony tearing through his abdomen. His hands shift from his ribs, to his cheeks, and back down to his stomach again. Alpha had never seen any color in that face, save for those hellish cold blue eyes. He groans and stands the tears still rolling down his cheeks.
"I didn'...hahahaha...know...ha..hooooo....you could..ha...joke sober."
The cold began to creep back into Hevn's eyes as the moment passed him. The kind that peeled your skin off. Make the hairs on your neck stand. It chills the blood. Hevn and Alpha both light another smoke, joining her in the full frontal assault on their lungs. Alpha does so slowly, still wiping his nose and eyes. Hevn's cool tone filled the moment of silence.
"Winning is a finer shade on me than others."
Bedrovelse turns to Kali more directly then. Her eyes quaver with a happiness he had never dreamed could be returned to them. It was a curious thing to see that look stain her beautiful face in the wake of chaos, destruction, and bloodshed. He pauses, dragging and exhaling.
Hevn was doing his very best to capture the moment. He focuses his energies on imprinting the memory for him to use to aid, or disarm her later. Her happiness was abundant. She had finally accepted his offer, her past, and her future. She was embracing it.
"I imply nothing. I have already begun training you. It is not on your life that I will make you swear when the time for your choice comes. You have proven yourself a worthy and capable asset."
Alpha's voice swept behind Hevn's, cutting a chance for him to continue.
"Boss you should see this. Now."
Hevn wasn't the type that needed telling twice. Three steps toward the Shistavanen and he brought a screen up. A single figure surrounded by Reavers firing at him. It was moving insanely fast, resisting all of the attacks brought to assault him. For hours they had been watching the Reavers slaughter without equal or challenge. Hevn's intrigue was evident. Attention commanded.
"The one we felt on the ship. I think that is him. Impossible to tell who though."
Reaching out toward the spires, Hevn could feel a potent storm of dark side brewing. Anger reveling over the city in a twisted mass gaining strength as it plunged deeper into its own ferocity.
Alpha flips through the screens to a wide zoom out of Harnaidan.
"Green has the perimeter up. Engaged with noble forces now. They're as impressive as you hoped. Their urban operations units are making quick work of the Muuns. The streets are piling with their vehicles and bodies, further reinforcing us."
Hevn waves an arm, dismissing Alpha's proclamation.
"I don't need to waste my time. I don't need to waste Blade and Reaver lives either. We can unplug as soon as that vault is empty. If the nobles are mobilizing in force than I am guessing they have made outside contact. There are listening posts in the seas I would not have wasted my time disabling if I could have. The Banking Clans allies will need too much time to mobilize. If we leave soon we will be gone before they exit hyperspace."
Alpha nods, snuffing his deathstick out on the floor. He swipes the screen over to the unidentified dark sider. He barks out pointing to the dot at the center.
"Aye, Boss. What you gonna do about him?"
Hevn folds his arms across his chest. He watches in silence for a moment. His voice came like a frost that bites the bones.
"I should say hello."
Alpha stood dumbfounded, gazing at the dragon mask with his mouth agape. When he recovered his own tone carried a little anger.
"For the best. None of the rest of us signed up for that sithspit."
Hevn's frigid eyes turn upward at the enormous Shistavanen.
"You're going to love meeting The Prophet."
Alpha snaps back, snarling between every word.
"What the kriff is that supposed to mean?"
Hevn did not retaliate physically. Instead he softened his voice to that just above a whisper, Kali being able to hear as well.
"He makes my skin crawl."
Alpha's tension erupts with a hoarse chorus of barking laughs. They started off joyous, but became more nervous as he carried on. Alpha looks into Hevn's eyes and knew that this time he wasn't kidding.
"I won't leave until those contents are en route to Hoth. The mission is my primary objective. The girl my secondary. The mysterious man has climbed up to a strong third though."
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Post by Kali Helaine on Sept 10, 2015 6:27:52 GMT -8
The hue of her cheeks changed in an instant. It was as if someone had lit a fire beneath her skin, her cheeks began to glow brightly as did her ears. Without a thought she raised her hands to her cheeks and felt the warmth and to try and hide the blush. Trust a man to twist her words in such a way. What had been an earnest proclamation had now been twisted into something much more.
She could have taken offence at Hevns reaction and probably would have had it not been for Alphas attack of the hysterics and for Hevns teasing tone.
Against her will she began to chuckle and as soon as Alpha drops to the floor, she laughs more deeply and pushes his shoulder firmly with the sole of her boot.
It was not that funny, Mutt! Careful you do not pee on the floor or I may have to rub your nose in it.
She turns upon Hevn while filling her lungs deeply as she drew upon her smoke once more and cloud her vision of him with a large cloud of smoke…
And you!, You know I did not mean it that way…She was gesticulating a lot, this was a habit she had when she was nervous and was completely unaware of it as she did so…It was meant in a sincere manner, you have expressed your desire for power and the order…She threw her hands up in the air and drew a final time on her cigarette and extinguished it beneath her boots…You know what? I give up!
She threw her hands at both Hevn and Alpha as if dismissing them both.
With both of you!
She shook her head and threw her smoke to the floor and threw her head back and grumbled to herself, there was still an element of humour within her tone.
Damned men!
Her eyes were dancing with humour as her focus fell back upon Hevn as he began to talk more seriously and explain himself. Her excitement could not be contained as evident by her expression still. Despite the teasing her mood was not dampened.
Alphas interruption bought them back to reality and she turned and followed Hevn over to the console and looked down at the screen, she did a double take at the screen as her eyebrows lifted and her eyes widened. She was staring down at the figure and was in awe of his abilities. Her eyes flicked over Hevn and Alpha before falling back on the screen. Her voice was low and barely a whisper; it was a clear indication of her surprise.
Who is that?!? Good or bad, that’s some skill he has!
Her eyes fell back on Hevn as he mentioned the power they had felt on the ship, it was shock as Kali had completely had completely forgotten the all about it. Though she was surprised how that had been possible especially as it they had felt it once more when they had crashed into the upper floors.
What surprised her more was Hevns declaration at ‘saying hello’ to whoever this was. He was purposely going to face them. Though Kali had not expected Hevn to fear them, she had not expected him to purposely go in search of trouble. Hevn obviously viewed him as a threat and a threat they were not able to avoid before they managed to depart.
Her brow furrowed at The Prophet. She was looking between both Hevn and Alpha as they interacted with each other as she wondered who they were talking about.
Kali held her hands up before with her palms facing out toward them both as a sign to halt.
Wait, wait. Who is The Prophet? And he makes your skin crawl? Your skin crawl? And despite this you are purposely going to face him? So you know who this is?
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Xeonon Solomon
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Post by Xeonon Solomon on Sept 10, 2015 15:08:55 GMT -8
Xeonon had been having a terrible day. As he walked onto the same floor as the control room, the left side of his face blistered and burned. He had meant to be here long ago but the security had rallied faster than he had anticipated and better prepared. Hevn was to good a teacher, even though they had all fell beneath his blade and bullet they had put up an excellent fight. Walking past the carnage enacted by Heven and Kali he stepped into the control room.
Not much of a burglar am I? Wasn't even in the control room until you got all the money.
Having long abandoned the shotgun all that was left was his lightsaber and his blaster carbine he slung the gun over his shoulder. Despite the burned face the rest of him had fared well with only a little scorching around the edges of his coat.
I would have called sooner but as you can see the shot took out my comms device.
Wincing as he smiled he wondered what was left to do besides get out. He wanted to make himself useful though before that, something to earn his share of the loot.
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Post by Bedrovelse Hevn on Sept 11, 2015 4:17:02 GMT -8
Hevn takes a step back, addressing both Alpha and Kali.
It wasn't enough to say his name, or even to announce his title. The Prophet and his Reavers were the most barbaric and merciless force Hevn had ever laid eyes on. What they managed to do to the planet in a matter of minutes would have been heartbreaking. Lives snuffed out in pillars of smoke and fire. Bloodied sacrifices in the streets. Carved more with so many more blades than blaster marks.
"The Prophet is the Lord of the Reaver fleet. Without him none of this would be possible. What I had not expected is them to hit with enough force to scar this planet forever. None will forget this day should they have ever lived to witness it. The Reavers have sown a nightmare in the heart of every Muun. To not tremble in his presence. He can taste it in the air like snakes. He can smell what you fear most. If you look in his eyes you will see hell. Like the suns of Tatooine at noon, scorching everything they gaze upon. He should be here any minute now."
Hevn points toward the screen on which they were observing the dark sider's contact with Reaver soldiers.
"That is not the Prophet. I believe someone going to such lengths to fight has some stake in this. Given I have that it common it is likely we have met before in some capacity."
The door opens, and to Bedrovelse's surprise it is Xeonon Solomon. His face was painfully seared. Hevn moves toward him hastefully, eyeing up the damage behind his krayt dragon mask. Hevn smiles, patting Solomon on the shoulder with a friendly and considerately gentle clap in case of further damage.
"Good to see you alive. You may not be a burglar, but you are a hell of a warrior."
Hevn retreats a step. The rifle and lightsaber gave him a certain rambo look. Xeonon lacked the heavier armor that even Kali and Alpha were wearing. Hevn's was even more so than them. His plates were bulkier to resist lightsaber blades and heavy blaster fire if it came to that. It did little to hinder a cyborg as the prosthetic legs and arms had great flexibility and endurance.
"You got the droid here and kept them off long enough for us to get to it. With that you have my gratitude and respect. Thank you. The vault has been excavated and collected. I am keeping the strongboxes that belonged to the Dark Jedi Order. I trust you will understand. The rest are yours and ready for extraction."
Hevn gestures toward Alpha. A gigantic Shistavanen. Layers of muscle under thin plates of armor.
"Alpha Roarshen. My bodyguard."
Alpha grins, raising and eyebrow at Hevn, before waving to Solomon in greeting.
Hevn chose the word carefully, and emphasized it more so. It was not enough to call Alpha a mercenary, commando, operative, or any such mundane word. No. To serve and protect someone as deadly and intelligent as Hevn meant a much than an advanced skill set. It meant being pure uninhibited badassery on the grandest scale.
Hevn then gestures toward Kali.
"Kali, my understudy."
She may have been a novice at her use of the force, but her potential was limitless. The wear and tear on her was more evident on her than the other two. Her shattered helmet was lying on the floor where the grenade had struck her feat of marksmanship and boldness. A fine warrior, to be crafted into a finer one by Hevn's sharpening touch.
He motions toward Solomon now.
"Floyd Thursby. Badass by day. Businessman by night. A gentlemen, a scholar, and the man with the Barradium missiles."
Hevn looks Solomon in the eyes with his icy gaze.
"Seven hundred million. As I'm sure you were wondering."
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Post by Kali Helaine on Sept 11, 2015 5:39:18 GMT -8
Inwardly Kali was honest with herself enough to admit that Hevns summarisation of The Prophet sent a shiver down her spine. For someone with the skill set of Hevn to say that he made his skin crawl was not the most of settling statements. Such was her apprehension that her demeanour began to change in an instant. Her shoulders became rigid as did her neck, her face became tense and any hint of humour or excitement she had felt previously had left in its entirety. This was an introduction she would have been happy to have escaped.
Her troubled eyes looked at the screen once more as Hevn explained about the figure on the screen, patiently correcting Kali’s misunderstanding. Normally, at this point Kali would have been asking questions, however her apprehension and fatigue had left her mind empty.
As the door opens Kali reaches for her blaster but is quickly reassured by the actions of Hevn that this was not necessary for they obviously knew one another. Her eyes appraised the wounds of the newcomer and she winced and felt into her pocket and began searching for the 2 sealed sachets that contained disposable Bacta wipes she had taken with her from the med bay upon the ship, while searching her pockets for the patches she listened closely to all Hevn was saying to the newcomer.
As Hevn refers to her as his understudy Kali smiled inwardly as a feeling of pride swelled within her, outwardly she attempted to remain stoic. This was someone with whom she had no dealings nor had heard of before; she would not relax around him as she did with Hevn and Alpha.
Finally finding 2 of the sachets she had been searching for, she stood upright and gave a polite nod of greeting toward Floyd and holds out her hand with the sachets lying in her palm and waits for him to take or refuse them.
You look like you could do with these.
Her eyes shot to Hevn as he disclosed the latest to the newcomer. She was in disbelief. It was beyond Kali’s imagination the power of such a sum could command, but to imagine the luxuries it could give a person was simple.
Since she had come to upon Corellia, material possessions had not once entered Kali’s thoughts neither had finances. Then they had arrived here and disgustingly large sums of credits had been spoken of in her presence and now, she was beginning to dream. Already Hevn had mentioned her never wearing rags again, and despite not feeling that vanity was a personality trait she possessed she was finding it very easy to imagine nice clothes, a higher quality of armour, higher quality weaponry as well as much more. Not that she was expecting Hevn to pay for it of course, she was willing to work hard and earn it.
She turned to the screen once more and watched the figure upon it. She was mesmerised. She stood and watched as closely as she had been watching Hevn. Both possessing skills she desired and to learn she had to watch and she had to listen.
A tendril of hair had fallen free from the confines of her hair tie and was now draped over her right eye, she lifted her hand and tucked it behind her ear and reached for the pack of smokes she had left on the console. She pulled one free and held it for a moment with her eyes transfixed.
Her train of thought wandered from the finances and on to the figure upon the screen before replaying Hevns theory. Did Hevn know this warrior? There was something inside her that left her feeling unsettled and she could not understand why.
She lit the cigarette and gave a small cough, her body was telling her that she was smoking too much but she ignored it and continued as she watched the screen.
She looked over at Alpha, Hevn and Floyd momentarily and then looked back. She took a seat on a nearby stool and crossed her legs and took the opportunity to rest briefly.
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Xeonon Solomon
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Post by Xeonon Solomon on Sept 11, 2015 9:53:31 GMT -8
Three people had held the control room? It was amazing to believe yet it was true, he knew much of Hevns power but the other two were mysteries to him. Something to be looked into when they were not in the middle of a fight. Nodding his head to both of them in return he set the rifle down leaning it against one of the command consoles.
Keep them, the day is young and my injuries are more superficial than anything. One of the guards got a lucky shot on my face and I barely had the time to redirect the energy from the bolt.
Waving his hand as he spoke he couldnt help but wonder more about Kali than Alpha, Hevn would not take just anyone under his tutelage. Whoever this woman was it would not be wise to turn his back on her. Letting out a shrill whistle Xeonon put his mind back to the task at hand.
Seven hundred million eh? If we want to discredit the Banking Clan we better hope that we get a lot more. That is but a drop in the bucket, you cant even get five archaic Star Destroyers for that.
Unlike most people Xeonon was used to working with large sums of money. Hell he was here for a loan larger than that sum. He was what everyone in the galaxy aspired to be, a rags to riches story starting out with nothing and becoming the owner of the second largest business in the galaxy.
I like to think I am pretty bad ass at night as well. Seeing as we arent crawling though the Clans troops I assume Green and Red are doing well, but if we are to get out of here I have a plan. Something to make up for me flubbing the money part. When we met you mentioned a mass driver in the basement.
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Post by Faust Skirata on Sept 11, 2015 19:33:56 GMT -8
As the door slid shut behind the priest it cut off the sounds of the battle outside, leaving him to savor the sudden silence. The clanking of his armor as he strode into the center of the bank's lobby was strangely amplified by the quiet, intermingled with a few muttered verses of an old battle hymn Trull had taught him, back in his days as an Initiate. The Prophet's beskad was reset in its magnetic lock across his back, and both hands were busy inserting a fresh clip into the Grimhammer.
The smell of blood was heavy in the air, sharp and coppery, and Faust found it difficult to suppress a smile. His collaborators had apparently been very thorough; not that he expected any less from the man who had contracted the Reaver Fleet back on Rodia. You could feel the hate and lust for death boiling off the force-sensitive like radiation. He killed for the wrong reasons, and it rankled that he sought to claim the souls of the fallen for his own, but in spite of that the priest found himself viewing the dark sider with a modicum of respect.
It wasn't often Faust met someone with an appetite for carnage that matched his own, after all.
He ceased his musings and cocked his head as more chatter crackled across the comm link. "Kriffing Blades," he muttered ruefully, "my men are going to get bored." Despite his annoyance it was most likely for the best. Hevn's request for an extraction meant the job was all but complete, and soon reinforcements from half a dozen factions would be arriving to secure their interests.
He made his way to the nearest turbolift, pistol in hand and yellow eyes flitting about restlessly. As the doors hissed closed he activated his own commlink, opening a private channel to the only unengaged vessel in his fleet. "Wraith, your new orders are to descend to minimum altitude above my position and deploy assault shuttles and marines for a looting mission. Report when you are in position."
He didn't wait for a reply.
The turbolift dinged loudly and opened to reveal corpses strewn through the hallway and blood running across the polished floors. Laughing, Faust picked his way through the bodies and debris as he wound through a series of corridors. It took only a few minutes for him to find his way to the control room. He stepped through the entryway and paused to scan those within, his sulfuric gaze lingering on each one in turn: Bedrovelse, a wolf, a woman, and a man who'd argued with the wrong end of a blaster.
The priest folded his scarred arms over his chest, pistol still gripped in his left hand. "The vessels you requested are inbound," he rasped.
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Post by Bedrovelse Hevn on Sept 12, 2015 4:26:26 GMT -8
Hevn grins as Kali offers Xeonon the bacta. It grew broad and toothy as he declined it.
"The girl is resourceful."
Hevn points toward the heap of armor, blasters, blades, and explosives she had captured from the fallen.
"Help yourself."
Solomon and Hevn shared a few things in common. The most important, and their connecting factor, was death. Hevn knew of the warrior standing before him and the scars he bore proudly before his glorious demise. Kali's approach to him was honorable though humorous to him.
"Red and Green are exceeding expectations. Alpha can you work on increasing this droid's pace? Floyd, were you given an access code to make it operate in slice mode? I have reclaimed what to me values far beyond what riches can weigh, but I would hate to disappoint the performance these damn fine soldiers are giving me."
The Shistavanen nods, moving closer to the droid, examining it without touching it. He scans it, and the specs of its model appear on his comm. He begins surfing through the information in silence.
Hevn nods in understanding to Solomon.
"We need the mass driver, yes. Now that you're here we can make a move for it."
A sudden chill came to Hevn as he sensed the presence of the Reaver Lord. The sound of his boots and armor accompanied him through the control room door. Hevn met his gaze with a cool stare. There was something different in the look back this time, as opposed to when they met on Rodia. It made the exchange of eye contact bearable as he gazed upon the conductor of the death orchestra. With the gnarl of The Prophet's voice announcing his request fulfilled he nods to Faust.
"My gratitude, Lord Reaver."
The control panel Alpha had been using to observe the enemy military wailed a warning sound. The Shistavanen rushes to it immediately.
"Looks like your boys are in town after all Hevn."
Hevn's cool tone introduced their enemy.
"Reapers. The repossession unit I trained for the Clan. Ninety six Togorians, three variations of magnaguards equipped and trained in lightsaber combat. Each droid assists a unit of thirty two men. I was previously the hundreth. One uses a single blade, one dual wields, and the other a saberstaff. The soldiers have interchangeable rifles. They can modify it to fire scatters, rockets, or sniper rounds. They have crystal clubs that will ring your skull. They wear medium armor on the chest and legs. Helmets that cover all but the eyes. Tough in their own right. Not ready for us."
The wolf barked out.
"They must have landed on an upper floor. They're descending toward the lobby. You're gonna have to take 'em out to get that mass driver. Oh I want to kill the kitty cats."
Hevn extends a hand toward each Faust and Solomon, in a welcoming gesture. Pleasure laces his tone at the prospect of fighting along side them.
"Sounds like we have work to do."
Hevn turns toward Kali and Alpha.
"Alpha stand watch. Run command and make sure Red grabs the boxes. Kali, you may assist him or follow us. I leave the choice to you."
Hevn looks knowingly to Solomon and the Reaver Lord. He grips his lightsaber before passing Faust out the door and into the hall.
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Post by Kali Helaine on Sept 12, 2015 5:21:10 GMT -8
Floyd had a sense of humour? She liked him already. Kali was never one to rely on first impressions alone, if she were the kind to do so, she would have made a run for it as soon had she had the chance. Hevns first impression had left little to be desired. He had man handled her and abducted her with no introduction nor explanation. Her impressions of him now were quite different, though her knowledge of the workings of his mind was very limited and Kali felt that he preferred it that way. It kept those around him on their toes. She also believed that he took great pleasure in that knowledge as if it were a little game to him. She would continue to try and decipher the inner workings of his mind; she was not one to give up that easily.
As for Floyd, he appeared to be another intriguing character, if they were to have dealings with him again, then she would make the effort to discover more about him. Knowledge was power and power she craved.
From her peripheral she saw the exchanges of both Hevn and Floyd after her offering of the patches and felt as if her gesture was being mocked. Whether it was endearing or whether it was patronising she could not tell. She took another pull on her smoke and pushed the question from the forefront of her mind…for now. To be teased was one thing; to be laughed at was not something that was sitting well with her. The darkness within her was digging its claws into her conscious mind once again, she could feel it trying to claw its way to the forefront of her mind, to consume it in its entirety and take control. Self control was something so important to her; she needed it as much as she needed control and order in all things in her life.
Hearing the arrival of another she rose to her feet and again placed her hand upon the blaster on her right thigh, once realising that he was not a threat she muttered under her breath.
What is this? An open house?
She was tired and it was beginning to take its toll on her mood, she was becoming snappy and cranky, something she knew she needed to reign in and more importantly, think before speaking. We her tongue to become too loose, she would not put it past Hevn to rip it out. She took a deep breath and took her last pull on the smoke and flicked it to the floor.
This one had an air that she did not like. It was nothing to do with his physical appearance, there was something that she could not put her fingers on, he made her feel uneasy, very uneasy and she did not like it. The sense of unease was making her tense and she was determined to fight against it. Her emotions were something she would work to take control of. If she felt fear, she would face that fear, if she felt rage, she wanted to quash it. She was determined to gain control over her entire being and only then would she feel at ease. It was the ultimate act of mindfulness.
With him in the room she did not feel at ease to turn her back, despite the presence of Hevn and Alpha. She forgot about the figure on the screen and maintained her focus upon those in the room and what was said between them.
Alphas remark bought the smallest of smiles to her face; it was barely noticeable if noticeable at all. He did not seem happy to be sat monitoring the screens, it appeared to her that he wanted to get out and burn off some of that excess energy, so when Hevn ordered him to stay, she felt for the poor beast. As she was given a choice, she turned to Alpha and gave him a smile and shrugged her shoulders in an apology.
She grasped her helmet, not that it was fully functionally, and put it on and sealed it in place. Her choice was an easy one to make. She could stay with Alpha and pry more about Hevn and the life they lead, they would poke fun at each other and laugh, which was fun, but she would not learn. By going with Hevn she would be able to observe and learn, besides, she did not trust this other newcomer and despite Hevn obviously being able to handle himself, she wanted to make sure that he was not alone.
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Xeonon Solomon
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Post by Xeonon Solomon on Sept 12, 2015 17:40:55 GMT -8
Looking over at the pile of assorted goods he began to root through it. The battle was far from over, and despite how easy it had been thus far something was telling him it was going to get harder. At first glance most of it was useless to him. The armour was to large and far to skinny for him. The blades to skinny and flimsy. The blasters though. He could use them, stripping some of the energy cores from them he put the extra ammo in his pockets.
I have it somewhere, just a second.
Pulling out his datapad, he shuffled through the different pages he had open before finding the one he wants.
Alpha, see that indent above the right eye. Push that in and say the phrase; Rooster Illusion. Should activate the slicing mode, why anyone would use a voice activated code on a droid is beyond me.
When the follower of Kad walked in he felt sickened. With Kali and Hevn the force was like a stain threatening to cover up all that was around them. With Faust though, it was like a rot. Despite not being a force user it made him sick to his core and he could feel the darkness around the man. He did not speak a word to him. He was against having the Reavers here, and had the planning been up to him no Mandalorians would be here. You can't trust a rabid dog not to bite your hand and you can't trust a Reaver not to shoot you in the back.
This is where the fun begins.
He had already faced the hand me down training of the patrol guards employed by the Clan. They fell. Hopefully these 99 would prove to be more of a challenge. Eager to prove his worth Xeonon catches walks to the door picking up the cut down scattergun in his right hand and securing it in its holster while grabbing his lightsaber with his left. Once he was out of the control room though, he runs to catch up with Hevn and actually passes him.
I don't know about you but I dont really want to walk down.
Pressing the button he called the turbolift that brought Faust up and was pleased to see the doors open right away. Wedging the door open with one of the corpses nearby he walked into the center of the lift and activated his lightsaber, the curved silver blade coming to life in his hand he traced a circle around him. The cheap durasteel sputtered and melted with ease as his blade cut and the metal would give just as the first person entered the lift.
Falling one hundred stories is usually a bad thing, and your life is measured in about 9 seconds. Of course when you are a Solomon, and you have the force flowing through you 9 seconds is a good way to drop down to the lobby. As the air rushed by him Xeonon he counted to 6 then infusing his legs with the force he jumped up and out. The piece of the elevator slammed into the ground while he grabbed hold of a steel beam the servos and motors in his cybernetic right arm whining in protest. He was three floors to high, how did he know this? For some reason the numbers for the floors were written on the inside of the shaft. Maybe someone in the construction of the building years ago thought it was a good idea. Dropping down, when he grabbed hold again there was less strain on the machine, and himself. Again using the force he opened the door and walked through, on the other side of the lobby he could see a few "Kittys" already down here with more on the way.
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Post by Bedrovelse Hevn on Sept 13, 2015 5:59:59 GMT -8
Alpha walks to the droid as Hevn departs. He pushes above the droid's eye.
"Rooster Illusion."
Slicing drive online.
Alpha nods and grunts in agreement.
"Remind me to kick that Geonosian's ass."
Geonosians do not have butts sir, it's actually
It took all of Alpha's physical restraint not to strike the droid as his frustration bubbles to the surface.
"SLICE DAMN IT."
One billion five hundred thousand.
"That's more like it."
Hevn steps over the bodies more cautiously than Solomon it seemed. He took off ahead as he and Kali kept their pace steady. he remained within sight as they approached the turbo lift. Then things got wild. Hevn nods in agreement at the decision not to take the stairs. His eyes follow the silver blade as it sweeps through the durasteel and drops it like a cannon ball. Hevn stares down, and then back at Kali.
"Improvise."
One cold command before he leaps down into the shaft after Solomon.
If she wanted to get in on it, she was going to have to think quickly. It would test her resourcefulness. He doubted she could consciously cushion a fall with the force, but with a little push...who knows?
Hevn drops closely to the edge, taking a single confident step into the fall. As he start, his hands find his Sith Sword, and he grinds it against the wall. Sparks shower around him as the blade gets hotter. The edge grows hotter with every floor he falls. He calls the dark side to him. Lets it enervate his essence. Falling from great heights was a feat Hevn had performed on Coruscant and Ossus. He has unshakable faith in his abilities, tried and true to him as ever. A sudden thump below him made him look down, the second sound Hevn had caught up. Solomon landed just seconds before Hevn does. Hevn lands on his feet nearly soundlessly, cushioning the blow with the force. He feels the buildup of energy release through his feet into the floor as the force deserts his call.
As Solomon opens the door he could see the Torgorians with their blasters raised, spreading out across the lobby, in search for a trace of those responsible for the carnage outside and pulverization within. Hevn mutters to Solomon his katana burning red hot and smoking.
"I'll draw their fire."
'No'...the sword muttered...'I'm going to eat them alive'
Hevn spun the dark side around him, entangling himself in its web. His skin begins to burn hot as rage fill his bones, bleeding out from the sword at his command. It runs through his blood like poison. Seizing every muscle in a twitch as it shakes across his synth skin and prosthetic limbs. Force Armor.
Hevn had never been able to master the protection bubble. He was too selfish. A killer at heart. Forever intertwined with darkness. However, he could protect himself equally if not better than trying to project the energy into a sphere. He let it coat his skin. To fall into the dark side you had to truly embrace your suffering. The loathing he held for this Bank ate his heart to the loss of total humanity in striking against them. Nothing would stop him. Pride and retribution fuel the furious sheen around him.
It was with a snarl that he swept out into the lobby, and to the left. He ran right at a pack of six of them, in a tight 2 by 3 formation. The front right kneels, hammering Bedrovelse with a blast from his scattergun. The other five open fire with their rifles. The blasts pummel him to no avail. He swipes his burning blade with a brutal strike, uppercutting from low right to high left. His sword thumps the air with the sound of its speed before ripping through the thick feline neck and into the chest plate of the front left. As soon as the blade gets above the plate Hevn punches it into the Togorian's chest and stabs down into the heart. The second left swings his rifle at Hevn's head as the first left falls. The blaster breaks as if smashing into a wall, as does the first of the Togorian on his right. The back two begin equipping rocket mods to their blasters, backing away quickly as their hands work swiftly. Hevn tears the blade out of the dead with a swipe that takes of the left Reaper's arm, before Hevn runs it across his throat with a second jerk of the arm. The Togorian on his right swings his club and finds his arm too intercepted by the scorching sword of Bedrovelse. It falls with a flop as Hevn stabs him in the throat. A growl and gurgle follows the impalation, blood pouring from his mouth as his eyes close. The sound of the rockets firing on him as well as a dozen other blaster rifles fills Hevn's ears. Hevn kicks the Togorian on his sword with such force that the soldier is hurled into the air into the trajectory of the rockets. The Reaper is blown to bits, and in the smoke the Reapers hold their fire to resist friendly casualties.
Hevn sheaths the sword. In the haze Hevn's white lightsaber blade lights to life, and is hurled into the grenadiers. With a spin of light it finds their chests, cutting through their armor and bodies before being called back to his hand. He could maintain the armor no longer. He begins running farther up the left side of the room, the blaster shots and attention of the soldiers following the trail of his lightsaber. He grips it and slides behind a pillar the bolts begin punching into as well as the floor around him. As the volley ceases he hears the scream of a lightsaber behind him. A single red blade comes whirling from his right to find his white one bat it away. The droid squares up with him, swiping at his feet.
His danger sense went off. He knew he couldn't step backwards. Hevn tumbles through the air in a flip over the magnaguards arm. Before he can sweep his blade through it's neck a rocket punches behind him. The droid already knew it was coming, it's feet magnetically locking to the ground, as this time Hevn flipped through the air against his will. He lands in a rough somersault before raising his arm to block a two handed overhead strike from the Magnagard hot on his heels. Togorian blaster fire spews from his right, prompting a roll to put the droid between him and those bolts. This time Hevn was ready. As the overhead strikes comes, attempting to batter down a far superior physical opponent, Hevn stops the blade and raises his wrist blaster. Pushing the lightsaber aside he punches several bolts into its face. As it crumbles he catches the lightsaber in the air. His red and white blades dance in front of him as six more soldiers spread into a line, firing on him.
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Post by Xeonon Solomon on Sept 13, 2015 6:58:53 GMT -8
He shouldn't have been surprised to see Bedrovelse land beside him, he was just as crazy if not more so than him. Stunned he watched as the man shrugged off blaster bolts left and right without taking so much as a scratch. As the first rocket is fired, and the Togarian explodes upon it Xeonon finally leaves the shaft entrance.
With all attention on Hevn it was nothing for him to run in behind half a dozen Togarians readying their own rockets. Raising his lightsaber blade he ran along the right wall, blade outstretched in his left hand at shoulder height it neatly cut through 3 of the soldiers before they knew he was there. The fourth one also fell beneath his blade, the aliens left arm being severed above the below the elbow as he tried to ward off the blow that ended his life. Ducking under a blow from the fifth that would have knocked off his head he severed the sixth man in line at the waist. The sawed off carbine now in his right arm it was nothing to pull both triggers; at point blank range the scattershot ripped through the creatures armour and into its flesh. Coughing up blood it fell to its knees before crumbling into a pile of meat.
The familiar smell of copper and excrement filled Xeonons nostrils as he stood up to see one of the managaurds engaging Hevn.
Fucking hell
Instead of rushing over to help he saw he was holding his own despite nearly being blown up by a rocket. Following the trajectory of the shot he saw the firing solider lining up a second shot, reaching out with the force he crushed the warhead while it was still attached to the rifle. The ensuing explosion took out the man and four others beside him.
In battle danger was all around him, but the one place he was not expecting it was from above. Dropping from above was the second magnagaurd. Both of its orange blades extended he did not have the time to block him. Instinctively he reached out in the force and held him there 3 meters above him. moving his hands in two different directions the droids arms were ripped from their sockets and thrown two soldiers taking them through the chest. A bolt from the left grazed his left arm singeing the spider silk it was made of and making him lose his concentration. The droid fell as he rolled forwards to avoid the metallic menace. Even without arms he knew that the Magnagaurd was still a threat.
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Post by Kali Helaine on Sept 13, 2015 8:46:22 GMT -8
Floyd dropped down the shaft and with an amused yet incredulous at what she perceived as stupidity. She turned her gaze to Hevn whom she had expected was to lead her down the main stairwell, yet, he turned to her and told her to improvise before he too dropped down the shaft after Floyd.
Her mind was screaming at him “Improvise? IMPROVISE???” He was insane! “You’re going to die!”
She leant against the frame of the lift door and looked down, part of her was wanting to turn around and go back to Alpha and wait it out with him, yet the words she swore to Hevn about working as hard as she could came back to bite her on her on the ass. She severely doubted her ability to do this. This was, in her eyes, the biggest and most dangerous task was to face yet. As she thought of walking back to her friend, she thought about the impression this would leave him with. Already she was going back on her words. Did she really want to give up on the first hurdle? Was this how she was going to thank him for his training?
He obviously believed she was able to do this or he would not have left her to it. He had faith in her when she had none. Had he felt this beyond her he would have ordered her to use the stairwell, but he had not.
Perhaps she could draw upon the energy and release it as if she were going to push? Maybe that would work, in theory it sounded right.
She cursed aloud as if telling herself to get on with it.
Kriff it!
She closed her eyes and drew a deep breath before stepping forward and falling feet first down the shaft. The air was whistling past her and took her breath away as she fell faster and faster. She drew upon the energy from around her and began to manifest it, focusing it in the palm of her hands. She looked down into the darkness and saw a glow becoming brighter the closer she came to it. It was the glow of the floor of which Hevn and Floyd were on. The doors were still open. She threw her hands out aiming the energy below her feet, yet she had used too much force and it had thrown her off balance, instead it hit the crease of the wall and floor and sends her flying through the doors midair. Like a rag doll she came flying into the room and into 2 Togorian soldiers. Her impact was unexpected and they fell to the floor almost doubled up. She lay on top of them while momentarily stunned and lifted her head to try and make sense of her surroundings and gather her thoughts.
OOMPH!
From nowhere came a fist and hit her in the side of her head, unfortunately they had hit the crack that was already pre-existing from the blast and it crumpled against the side of her head. The force of the punch knocked her off their laps and on to the floor, she pushed the helmet from her head and bought herself to her feet, be it a little unbalanced.
By now one of the Togorian was on his hands and knees while he was looking for his lost weapon, the other was on his hands and knees and about to bring himself to his feet. Leaning to her right and placing her weight on her right foot, she drew her left knee to her chest and released it at full force and kicked the one who was almost upright in the face with the sole of her boot. He collapsed to the floor and quickly, Kali removed the shoto from the sheath at the small of her back and pulled it across its throat, she quickly then moved over to the other and kneeling on his back she pulled the blade across his throat also. Both were now dead and the adrenaline was coursing through her veins causing her eyes to dance as she smiled widely.
As she bought herself to full height an armoured arm of a Togorian began to snake around her throat and began to constrict. Still the energy was coursing through her; she focused it in her left hand and began to curl her hand into a fist essentially crushing his knee. Soon he removed his hold from her and fell the floor.
Smiling, she quickly removed pushed her blade deep into the nape of his neck. 8 feet away from her another soldier was charging toward her, she lifted her left hand and aimed it at him, as soon as she felt the energy take its hold; she lifted him and threw him across the room. As she released her hold he flew into another and they both crashed into a wall and fell to the floor unconscious. Within seconds she was standing over them and pushing two swords that lay upon the floor into an eye socket of each and pushing down hard.
Panting heavily with excitement and exertion, she pulled the blades free from their skulls and wiped them upon her trousers as she turned. She felt alive and she felt free. There was something very feral about the look in her eyes. They glistened with excitement but when you looked close, there was something dark lurking beneath the surface. Something that was delighting in the carnage it was witnessing.
She turned looking for her Master; tendrils of her purple hair were stained with blood and sticking to her neck and forehead. There was a fine diagonal spray of blood that glistened from her chin to the hairline. She was poised and ready like a predator ready to strike once more.
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Post by Bedrovelse Hevn on Sept 15, 2015 16:45:35 GMT -8
Solomon's assistance came in the moment of most critical need. The spreading soldiers were nearly read to fire inside of his eloquent dance of lightsabers as he gripped the rockets head and crushed it. The explosion plowed through the firing line, annihilating the rocketeer and Togorians standing nearby. The breadth of the blast drew the attention of the firing squad and gave Hevn a moment to raise his lanvarok. Quickly two discs spit out and with the force he guided the spinning saw blades into the throats of the two leftmost attackers as the others were getting to his feet. Hevn takes a page out of the magnaguard's book, and throws himself high flipping with the force into those recovering from the blast. Togorians were immense aliens with very strong muscle and dense bone tissue, a clean kill was the only sure kind with these brutes.
As the two collapses, blood spraying out from their windpipes, Hevn descended. Each of red and white blade found a neck to slice through. Another volley of blaster bolts came from the stairs. He raises his blades to swat the dangerous ones away before turning to finish his dance. His lightsaber whirl on each side of him cutting those on the floor to pieces as he strides through them. A shower of sparks erupted on the other side of the room as Solomon pushed their mutual front into the Reapers. Lightsabers were torn from a magnaguard being held above and plunged into the chest of one each Togorian, growling in anger as they perished. Solomon's work with telekinesis was most honed and impressive.
Ducking behind a control panel the incoming guards focus on Xeonon, except for one.
Togorians were fierce. Stong. Honorable. Among their strengths was certainly not self control, or any true direction of will power that was not related to stubbornness against those beyond their race. It was not difficult to seize the mind of the back most member of the squad, and control him.
Hevn touches a finger to his temple, seeking the Togorian specifically. Normally his choice would be the most volatile and weak member of the squad. In this case it was a strategic choice. Hevn tunes himself in to the animal instinct and raw fury, and rides it behind the mind of the beast man.
The Togorian tried to fight the attack on his will off as soon as his blaster rifle rose, and his eye trained through the scope upon the napes of his fellow soldiers. His finger twitches in pain and resistance before squeezing the trigger down with all his might. Through the Togorian's eyes Hevn mowed the other seven down. Shots to the back of the spine for each and every soldier in front of him. A crippling terror seized the Togorian responsible that Hevn took further action on, feasting on their dark energies. He pulls the nose of the blaster to his mouth and fires, snapping Hevn to his senses once more as the manipulated soldiers collapses dead. Brains painting the inside of his helmet.
His eyes found Kali having descended the shaft in absolutely badass fashion and making mince meat of soldiers three times her height, weight, and combat experience. Her ferocity elevated her into something of a juggernaut as she began to pick them apart. The force was a storm around them all, but hers the loudest and angriest. She was channeling survival instinct and the pangs of fear that attacked her. Solomon and Hevn wielded their strength with authority and confidence. As she pulled her blades free and wiped them clean, he could see the blood painting her face. Her ritual ascent into a warrior's world. Meeting her gaze, Hevn grins. For once in honest and complete satisfaction.
The Reapers piled in faster. Taking cover and trying to get eyes on their enemies. They were trying to position in protection of the elevator. It mattered little to Hevn, as it seemed they would all need to die for them to get access to that mass driver. Encircling himself in the force, he rose to join the fray once more. Hevn continues to revel in the fear and anger of the man he possessed, the emotions of the other quickly fading from his essence for use.
As Solomon rolls forward to avoid the falling droid, Hevn seizes it in midair, a meter before striking the ground. Hevn holds an extended fist toward it as he charges all of his foremost energy into its metal skeleton via the force. As it starts to glow he hurls it behind the front desk of the lobby.
Force combustion was a difficult ability to use. One Hevn had not used in some time, that caused a normally mundane object to be overcharged and explode much like the potential energy of explosives release. The magnaguard in its entirety had become dangerously energized and erupted into fire and metal debris as soon as it was released from Hevn's grip in the force.
The Togorians who were not immediately incinerated or murdered otherwise crawled out from their broken cover with piece of the droid's legs impaling them. They reached for their own grenades to throw with a last effort, but Hevn would not allow it. His eyes hone in on the break in their visors. The pain welling up in them as they bled out and suffered helped Hevn focus. Raising his wrist blaster he pummels the crawling cats with a flurry of bolts to finish them. The slam of feet on the stairwells was growing louder.
Hevn's force use had distracted him from a squad of four flanking him. With the magnaguards laid to ruin the two forces that had arrived were intermingling and organizing. Growling and shouting in their home language. It was the word "fire" he recognized spitting from a Togorian Reaper's mouth that drew his attention. They rounded the pillar in attack wasting no time lighting Hevn up.
A grenade skips across toward his foot, that he kicks aside. There was no time to watch it as the rifles came blazing at his face from out of their cover. They were too close to block with his lightsabers and so he hurled them both into the heap of tigers firing at him, letting his armor and sith mask eat all too much damage.
The Togorians had not expected his reckless maneuver. Two were cut down by hurled lightsabers as the other two stepped in range of the grenade alongside Hevn. It went off with a thump and cloud of smoke as all three hit the floor. The Togorians were dead. Hevn hacked as blood and smoke poured out of his mouth.
Shrapnel had punched so hard into his mask that it cracked and fell off. His exposed face had shards of metal lodged into his quadranium cortosis weave skull. They could not punch through, but they still hurt like hell. Blood races down from wounds on his forehead, underneath his right eye, and a hole in his right cheek. From the face wounds his metal exoskeleton could be seen, an armor right beneath his skin. The rest of his armor had eaten the explosion. A few charred spaces between Hevn's heavy plating and cuts from debris could be seen revealing a tone almost the same as that of his armored plates. A grey covered by bloody red as it oxidizes.
Wearing the heavy armor had been more than a blessing thus far, keeping him alive and in one piece for now. Hevn certainly wasn't sure how much more punishment it could take, or when it would come time to depend on his finesse rather than brutality as the other two were already employing.
Hevn is the only thing to emerge from the murk, putting his back to the pillar they rounded him from. He uses the force to rip a piece of metal out of his mouth where it had shot through the cheek. Blood stains his grey lips and steely chin. He calls his lightsaber from where it was lying on the wall back to his hand. He glances at his destroyed krayt mask with a combination of contempt and pain. Hevn sinks his fake teeth into the spot on his cheek where he was struck. It bleeds more fiercely as a growl from the back of his throat begins to thrum with the sound of his own fuming rage and strain of his cybernetics. The dark side comes sweeping to his call in the force, preparing for the next assault.
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Post by Jace Stealer on Sept 16, 2015 1:17:22 GMT -8
It was getting pretty messy for the local security forces on the southern end of the Emerald Blade's perimeter.
Echo 1-4 was putting it to what was left of the first three vehicles of the convoy. The survivors crawling out of the destroyed speeders were systematically picked off by the designated marksmen of the squad. Sitting near the back of the rooms they were positioned in, the window gave them a clear shot to the burning wrecks at the end of the street. Soldiers were dropped as they crawled out of the vessels, eventually leaving no survivors of the first two vehicles as their bodies littered the initial engagement zone. The soldiers of the third vehicle found that the only advantage they had gained from leaving the disabled truck was that they were still alive. The E-web blaster pounded away at the small amounts of cover they managed to duck behind, and with the marksmen picking off anybody who dared to peek, the returning fire from the Muuns was non-existent.
Echo One-One this is Echo One-Four, sitrep, over.
Meanwhile, First Lieutenant Gunnerson was firing out of a small hole that had been blown out of their building from the Muun soldiers they were engaging. Whilst their initial numbers had become a handful to deal with, their lack of training and sufficient firepower had kept the advantage with the Blades. Two figures dropped to the ground as they tried to get to the building the Blades were in, Gunnerson pausing for a moment to look past the smoke rising from his barrel to confirm the kills. Another explosion nearby made him blink; a delayed proximity mine placed behind a nearby fountain, armed with the thought that it looked like a decent piece of cover. Four Muuns lay dead or dying in growing pools of blood from that mine alone. The E-web kept the enemy's field of movement very limited, leaving the other soldiers plenty of time to pick and chose their targets. The two squads that were pitted against the Blades was already down to one, and dwindling quickly. Gunnerson sat back with his back against the wall, breathing a sigh of relief. "Echo One-Four this is Echo One-One. Send it, over."
Echo One-One this is Echo One-Four, we've got approximately ten lightly armed contacts left. They are scattered, pinned down, and trying to retreat. Over.
Gunnerson grinned, knowing that the sound of the E-web hammering away could be heard in the background of his transmissions. "Echo One-Four this is Echo One-One. Roger your last. Our situation is identical. Out." Sitting back up, he glanced out the nearby window to check on the Muun's status. Spotting a few crouched figures, he yelled out to the operator of the E-web and directed his fire in their direction. The south perimeter would hold. For now.
The north end was going to be a different story. One of the wealthier clients of the Banking Clan sent his forces in a hurry, making sure they grabbed sufficient equipment to take on whatever was besieging their city. Minutes after the convoy made contact with the southern perimeter came two squads and an AAT (Battle Tank) to the north west end. The soldiers crept forward down each side of a main street, keeping an eye out for the Blades while moving forward. Once inside the engagement range the E-web opened fire on the Muuns as they scattered into the adjacent alleys, only losing two soldiers in the process. Unfortunately for the men stationed within the building, that is exactly what the Muuns wanted. Drifting around the corner at the end of the street was the AAT, sighted in on the E-web barking away. After a millisecond of processing from the droids at the helm, the battle tank sent a present of it's own.
Sergeant Mordred of Echo 2-3 saw the tank creeping around the corner, his mouth drying as he realized what the enemy had done. "Oh sh- HIT THE DECK! HIT THE -" The energy round tore into the room that the E-web was in, zipping through and dissipating somewhere in the next building behind them. Dust trickled down from the ceiling as the shock of impact shook the building. The two soldiers on either side of the E-web operator slowly opened their eyes to see that they had managed to survive the first shot unscathed. However, the soldier on the gun wasn't as lucky. Blood seeped out of whatever remained of the right side of his torso, the round catching the turret and the man's left side. He feebly tried to pull himself backwards, the shock of the injuries numbing him to what would have been blinding pain. But the injuries were far too severe, and his twitching was quickly put to an end as death overcame him. His eyes glazed over and he was gone within seconds. Sergeant Mordred slapped the button on a nearby remote, and the street that the tank was on was enveloped in smoke.
The calm was immediately interrupted as one of the local security squads formed up on the other side of the courtyard and began suppressing the building. Rounds tore through the windows and thinner wall sections, peppering the walls at the back of the rooms. Returning fire in the forms of blaster repeaters and grenade shells from underslung launchers returned into the courtyard, inflicting several light casualties and shaking their initial confidence. Mordred ran along the back of the rooms, moving to his anti-tank team who were already preparing for the AAT to make his way through the smoke and into the courtyard. "Alright, we're going to have to make this quick. You gotta take out it's side launcher ports, or the next round is going to level what's left of this building. We can take out the turret after and- " A blast somewhere off to their right flank stopped him, forcing him to glance at the wall in the general direction of the sound. "...looks like their other squad hit the trip mines on our flank. We might need a little extra for these guys..."
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Post by Kali Helaine on Sept 20, 2015 3:30:30 GMT -8
Her eyes locked with Hevns momentarily and her smile broadened. She had spent so much of her journey with Hevn trying to gain some understanding of the inner workings of his mind, and this was the only instance of any understanding she had experienced, the love of the battle, at least that was how it appeared to her.
Watching Hevn and Floyd fight was hypnotising. They made it look so very easy. It was like a dance with every movement being so fluid yet efficient and deadly. It was like a work of art.
Unfortunately for Kali as she had stood watching them for the briefest of moments, she had not seen nor heard the presence behind her. The first moment of awareness that alerted her to the presence behind her was the shot to the back, though it failed to penetrate her armour the force of the blow knocked her off her feet and to the floor, she rolled from her front on to her back and lay face to face with one of the Togorian soldiers. He was out of reach of her blades and was moving toward her at her high speed. The force found its grip upon his fire arm and she pulled it free from his grasp and threw it across the room but this was too little too late, he had a saberstaff within his grip and was above her before she could use the energy that flowed through her to remove it.
She was effectively pinned to the floor on her back with her arms splayed to her sides, all the while this creature stood over her with one end of the staff pointing toward her chest. She was waiting for him to impale her and would not try to move and until he made his. Patience was what was needed. As the staff lifted before he tried to bring it back down with all his force, Kali bought her left blade across with as much strength as she was able to try and bat the staff away, all this managed to do however was to push the blade to her right side, and as the blade was continuing its downward motion, it cut through the armour covering her shoulder and into the flesh. It was deep but did not hit the bone.
Kali roared with pain and anger as the searing pain tore through her. She dropped the blade in her left hand and focused the force upon his head. She utilised her anger and pain and used them to strengthen her connection with the force. With a twisting and crushing motion she began to crush his helmet against his skull. He dropped the saberstaff and began to hold his helmet while trying to pull it free. She released her grip and grasped the blaster from her right thigh and fired a shot directly at his eyes.
As he fell to the floor Kali bought herself to her feet and held her right arm to her chest.
She turned just in time to see the grenade fall at Hevns feet. Within seconds there was a large explosion, She had turned at the precise moment and crouched with her chin on her chest as the wave from the explosion washed over her. She rose to her feet once it had passed, holding her able hand over her nose and mouth she moved to the spot of which Hevn had been stood, but as the smoke clears she begins to see his shadow through it and then began to feel him, the rage he was generating told her that he was okay, though as the smoke thins she begins to see all the blood.
The sight of the mess he was in was a shock, shock that stopped her in her tracks.
She had not quite realised until this moment just how enhanced he was which led her to wonder just how much of his original body was left. She gave him a quick glance over to ensure that he was not in any real danger, it was the sight of the blood mixed with the greyness of the synthflesh, the holes in the flesh with the bare metal beneath and the hole in the cheek that made her shudder. A whispered verbalised thought escaped her lips before she turned away.
Creepy!
Her eyes focused sharply on the movement behind Hevn before looking down at the floor beside her, her left hand shot down beside her before rising shoulder height, the saberstaff lifted from the floor and for a millisecond hovered by her left shoulder, as she threw her hand forward, the saberstaff shot quickly through the air, one could be mistaken for believing it was aimed at Hevns head, however it shot past his head and into the chest of a soldier behind him who fell to the floor impaled.
She turned her back to Hevn and all that was going on as she heard the shouts and footfall of more soldiers nearing her vicinity.
She hooked her injured arm into her belt to secure it in place and used her anger and pain to strengthen her to the max of her capabilities.
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Post by Bedrovelse Hevn on Sept 20, 2015 17:27:12 GMT -8
Hevn was still for a moment. Naturally his neck bends his head away from the path of the saberstaff, although its passing does not phase him or draw any more of his attention. The wound on Kali's shoulder did. As she turned her back to face the next onslaught so too did Hevn focus on the dire task at hand. He rounds the pillar, bounding into another Reaper team. The scrape of his sword from its sheath was accompanied by him winding his left arm up.
Hevn draws upon the deep pain aching in his face. Harnessing it alongside his rage for the Muun. He could feel the power of the spear coil up through his arm and take shape in his hand. Though it was invisible in the physical realm, it was a great emanating bolt of dark side energy in the force. A deadly Sith Spell. The Spear of Midnight Black.
The stronger the hatred, the keener the point. As Hevn launches it from his hand he strafes with a leap to his right to avoid the spray of their weapons. A howl of pain roared out from in front of him. Three of the Togorians had taken critical wounds as the spear sliced through their armor like butter. Holes in their chests dropped them from shock and hemorrhaging. The fourth Togorian had his arm dismembered at the elbow, holding it and shouting in agony. The sting of the dark side creating additional suffering coursing through the wound. Hevn raises his wrist blaster, and squeezes the trigger in his glove to punch a bright red bolt into the Togorian's throat to silence the sound.
A leap forward took him into melee range with another seven soldiers. Hevn places both hands on the grip of the katana, and with a deep breath seeks the assistance of its power.
A hunger for blood swept over him. A lust for the sticky red that was creeping down the wounds on his face. Pooling on the floor. Bedrovelse suddenly becomes more attuned to the smell of it in the air. It brought him excitement. It gave him a high unlike any other. The muscles that were sore from fatigue, and blaster shots became lighter than air. His skin races with a cool sensation, as if floating in the clouds. It was like stepping into another plane of existence. The sword helped him throw away all thought save for the kill, and devoted his immense brain power entirely to the art of the blade.
With the first step he drew the sword across the Togorian's torso, severing him at the waist as a wave of blood sprays out of the exit wound. Hevn rapidly jerks both of his elbows up and to the right. The blade thumps the air before the speed of it punches through the neck of the next soldier. Hevn bends at the knees, dropping his weight and swinging down as hard as he can on another to rip the sword through the Reaper's helmet in a scream of sparks and blood exploding with chunks of thick Togorian skull. His arms shoot out to the right again, tearing out of the side of the cheekbone of the one Hevn had just killed, and coiling back beside his face. From the crab stance his feet shuffle quickly forward, the edge of his katana stabbing out to punch each approaching soldier in the heart before dropping them. His speed too great for even these elite alien predators. With a spin he swings in a half circle that tears two of them apart at once, blood raining down around him and painting his passionate smile with the droplets.
Hevn pauses to admire his work, tapping the scarlet soaked edge of his blade on his shoulder with a metallic bang. The last few of whom were travelling down the stairwell beside Hevn opened fire. The six of them spread out in a line to try and round him, but the Jen'jidai was focused far beyond the reach their minds could achieve. His body dips and dodges with the dances of his feet and twist of his hips and shoulders to avoid the bolts from touching him. The frustration of the soldiers quickly mounted and they charged the Dark Jedi with their crystal clubs held high.
Bedrovelse Hevn cut them down like weeds in the jungle. Each one that stepped into range was dispatched with a single ruthless swing. The sword thumped the air six times and each time it did a body was cast to his right or left to skid across the ground with one brutally fatal cut in the chest of each. He runs the point of his blade through their blood. Letting the sword drink its fill. The fog of slaughter began to fade from his mind. With his area clear he turns toward Kali and heads in her direction.
From a distance Hevn engages the Togorians to her right. The reach was difficult, but Hevn used his pain against to fuel his merciless attacks. The first Togorian found his neck twisting as he looked throug his scope to fire. The last thing he felt was the gong of fear pounding in his head before it snapped and the black took him. Hevn kicks at the air, and then throws a punch. A second later, the second attacking Reaper found his knee snapping inward. With a howl of pain he drops before his cheekbone caves in from the force of the projected fighting. His eyes spills out from its socket as he falls dead on the floor. The second two soldiers turn to fight Hevn to find lanvarok blades buried in their windpipes, and drop to the floor drowning in their own blood.
Hevn's march toward her might have been heroic if not for the gruesome fashion he chose to defeat his enemies. Concentration carved deep lines in his face that stretched his wounds painfully. With the blade's hunger sated, it returned to the sheath, exchanged for the dragon neck hilt at his belt. With the press of the switch the krayt's jaws snap open and his white blade leaps to life.
He could feel the dark side boiling around Kali. Ready to burst in a furious tidal wave. He slows his approach to stand clear of whatever reaction came of her pain and anger.
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Post by Kali Helaine on Sept 21, 2015 3:46:56 GMT -8
The energy she felt humming through her entire body was delectable as was the sense of power it saturated her with. It was this that she craved, that she desired over all else. Now that Hevn had gifted her with his guidance and tutelage, she was able to embrace it fully without the fear of it being ripped away from her. Now she was able to enjoy the full embrace and release that the force offered.
She heard the hiss of the saber and saw its glow from the corner of her eye and felt a pang of jealousy. To have such an elegant yet deadly weapon was something she greatly desired.
The footfall Kali had heard was another squad of the Togorian soldiers moving swiftly in her direction, it was an intimidating sight for she was greatly outnumbered and she was injured while her skill set was limited. To her relief Hevn arrived by her side and began to take down those to her right, one after another fell dead at his feet Leaving Kali the luxury of attempting to defeat the few before her only. With her injured arm secured in place by her belt she drew upon the pain from the wound and the anger that festered deeply within her and released it from the palm of her hand. She looked on in shock as 3 Togorian were hit by an invisible blast and propelled back with great speed and force, though not dead they lay motionless on the floor at the far end of the room winded or unconscious, she looked down at her hand briefly to notice slight burns on the skin though she felt no pain.
By her feet lay a rifle used by the Togorian, she reached down and grasped it and held the butt against her hip and with her fingers around the trigger her aim she directed the nuzzle at the most vulnerable area, the eyes... She pulled back on the trigger and another couple of soldiers fell to the floor. She continued to advance forward repeatedly firing rounds at those advancing toward her.
Quickly the space before her and to her left was clear but only for a short time for the sound of more footfalls echoed from the stairs; she pulled a grenade from her belt and activated it before throwing it into the stairwell. Upon its release she turned and crouched while covering her head. She could feel the sting of debris scratching at her neck and the back of her head.
She waited for a moment listening, but as the noise from the damage settled, there was no sound of more advancing down the stairs. She stood and ignored the stings of the many small scratches and cuts to the back of her neck and head and tried to put the pain of her shoulder from her mind, but it was wearing. The blast of force she had released and the pain was taking itself toll and tiring her more quickly than she would have liked but she refused to let it become a burden on the others.
She stepped forward toward the stairwell slowly and stood just inside as she edged around the entrance and listened closely.
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