They once said that demons fled when a good man went to war, but that was a lie. There are no good men. The Jedi could think of themselves as fighting the good fight but in the end what did they do besides incite more violence in the name of the ‘lightside’. The Sith certainly weren’t good either… Not even I am a good man. We are all demons, and I will ensure that at the end none of us continue to plague the galaxy. Alkaios mulled over these thoughts as he stood on the grassy plains of Drev'star. Rain fell down with a pitter patter that seemed almost deafening as the storm reached its zenith. The wind whipped around lashing out at the armored figure, the howls were like a haunting specter seeking to claim Alkaios’ life but the man did not move. The helmet of his armor sat clipped to Alkaios’ belt, his black hair matting to his head as the cold water bathed him. These were the few minutes of calm before the true storm that would befall The Seven Moons Ranch. It would be no tempest that claimed the facility, no storm that swept it up and away. No, it would be Alkaios that destroyed the facility.
The grasslands were soon lit by a bluish glow as a lightning bolt crossed from cloud to cloud, swiftly followed by a loud Kakoom which seemed to shake the very earth itself. “I commit the souls on this day to the judgement of Arhikos.” Taking up his helmet and slapping it home Alkaios heard the click and hiss as the armor sealed itself. Now there was the stale scent of filtered air, it wasn’t as soothing as the scent of the grass but in a few minutes, all anyone would be smelling was burnt or wet Bothans, a fate many would wish to escape. At the base of the hill he stood on there sat the Keffi Stables, shielded from the rain above, their constant neighing and trotting revealed that the Keffi were frightened and trying to calm one of the stables was three Bothans. The security guards of this facility, there probably weren’t many who knew of who truly resided in the Seven Moons Ranch, the murderer, thief, the demon that resided within. One that had played a part in the One Sith, that had caused Alkaios to lose his family, though indirectly.
Hands opening and closing Alkaios looked to the highest floor of the domicile where there was a faint light. “I’m coming for you Tmoxin…” Sprinting off the hill, Alkaios’ legs pumped each footwall a thud that was drowned out by the rain and neighing of the Keffi. Above there was another strike of lightning that illuminated the armored figure for a split second, the armor was littered with scorch marks, on some portions dried blood that was slowly being washed away by the rain. This figure looked like a walking armory the large array of weapons he carried enough to match a Mandalorian.
The first of the Bothan’s was dead before they even knew what befell them. The fist which wore a crushgaunt lashed out in a punch that caught the first Bothan in the temple with enough force that there was a bone chilling squishing sound. The skull of the Bothan matched a deflated balloon as the corpse slowly began to fall. The Armor amplified Alkaios’ strength to that of a wookie, mix that with crushgaunts and you had a very lethal combination. The second Bothan looked up in time to see his allies brutal and quick end, eyes widening in horror the silver furred Bothan reached for the blaster on its hip.
Reflexes honed from years on the battlefield Alkaios snatched a throwing knife from his belt and with a swing of his arm he released the weapon with enough force that when it struck the Bothan’s chest it lifted them up off their feet to land a few inches from where they had once stood their coughs and rasps cut through the air begging for mercy. The final Bothan raised a blaster rifle at Alkaios, this one had brown fur which was matted completely to its body, their eyes wide with anger and rage. They now knew how Alkaios felt when he was but a boy, weak, powerless, and angered by the loss of those they cared for. “Don’t move! Hands up!” The Bothan shouted, the round orbs in its head glancing to his dead companions.
Head tilting slightly Alkaios began to approach, step after step bringing him closer to the Bothan. With a mighty roar the Bothan pulled the trigger letting out numerous blaster bolts which struck the armor dispersing harmlessly. Body now shaking and a deep fear setting in the Bothan dropped the rifle trying to flee but was now in the unbreakable grip of Alkaios.A swift kick from the Hellyni brought the Bothan to his knees, both gauntleted hands pressing on the side of the Bothans head. “Time to ring the dinner bell.” The screams of that Bothan would cut through the air, above even the rain, above the lightning hopefully warning those in the estate that their end was near. The scream ended abruptly with a sickening crunch.
Edited by Alkaios, 12 August 2017 - 10:13 AM.