Location: Nibelungen Backalley
Allies: Formorta | Salij-Nekt | Darth Tacitus
Enemies: Darth Pellax | Stardust Bloodstone
Goal: Hope for the best?
Puffs of smoke raised in the collapsing citadel, the entire city brought into that cascade of panic. He loved it. Not because it was chaos sheer and true. But the panic that came with it, the fear galvanized him, the worry of children dying in parent's arms was breathtaking and of course, the mass of war crimes that would go unnoticed was simply an icing on the cake. So many people started wars with good intentions, always ignoring the seedy underbelly of it all. He wondered if this lot picked up on it, the sheer chaos and hell they caused. 'My soldiers would never do that.' He guaranteed the more naive ones thought, thinking everything was under their control. But nature was more like a reptile than anything else. You can't tame it. You can feed it. You can't control it. You can feed it. And you sure as hell can't tell it what to do. Only, feed it.
But at the root of it all, they didn't see it and he doubted they would accept it even if it confronted them with its forked tongue and slit eyes.
He strolled along the main roads, there weren't any ships in the sky from what he could tell, and strutted his stuff, heading to a nearby outpost to start gathering soldiers for an immediate evacuation. Better to minimise the losses and have the soldier's as his 'saviour' and at his beck and call than to aid in the bloodshed for some petty attrition. 'We will make them earn every inch!' A general might say, but he would happily let the enemy roll him over for a more immediate, and far more, advantageous opportunity to present itself.And this fight? IT was far from advantageous. Either the Comms were down or no one cared enough to respond to him. The high-ups he hadn't seen in an eternity, Mythos merely crowned himself a god-like all force users than vanished, Tacitus he had merely heard the name as opposed to meet, and then there was... Well, that was it really. He dared not ordain himself king of a crumbling empire, and the only people he knew outside of that was Salij and Dan, and they sure as hell didn't seem all that high up on the rung.
In the distance, an odd amalgamation of noise was heard, a mixture of defiance, determination and just a touch of sass. He turned the corner on a heel, an unnatural movement as he caught a glimpse at the amalgamation that had formed in front of him. a buxom lass with wing's that could put the night to shame stood, complaining and scratching at a door as if never hearing of explosives. Around her, a group of men, guns readied and in some serious attire. And finally, twin tails hanged over shoulder's, a body mixed in more scars than sense, and that familiar hint of green hue and overly confident tone that ran through her like a mother that knows all about vaccines. He took a few steps forward, in a hand, a bottle of Space Jack Daniels. In another, a sword, and in imaginary hands, abottle of liquid swagger that he downed like a poisoned rat.
His presence was wrapped in darkness, more Dark Side force powers than he had any right to have, that single tip of translucent darkness wrapping around and coiling around his neck like he had become a force nexus all of his own began its approach. He stood next to a towering scraper, arms crossed, close enough for his laced sarcasm to hit Stardust in the back of the head, yet far enough away that when they all turned and decided Sarcasm was enough and place a hundred sluggers, grenades and fire in his place, he could get out of the way.
"Oh come now Stardust." He chuckled, bemused at the confidence. He simply had to draw her and the other thirteen or however many away, giving Salij and the men ample time to either supports him or run away. "An Army? Really? Yes, I am sure behind that insignificant outpost a wave of aircraft, tanks and men lined to the teeth with more guns than sense are simply waiting to blow you to pieces." He continued an idle roll of the head, a dozen cracks in the neck as he looked at her. "Of course. It look's like you and your crew know a little bit about more guns than sense." He sized them up again, a massive arsenal was at their disposal, more than Thraxis would prepare, but he wasn't exactly known as the most prepared for anything in his life. "I mean. You currently sit there, trying to tear down a door when..." His attention drawn to Miss Universe, an idle roll of the hand before looking to one of the Soldier's belts. "If I am correct. Thermal Charges. So cool off with the showmanship darling." He continued, peeling himself from the wall and looking them over. "Oh, but you may have forgotten me. I don't tend to hold in people's minds without a series of pots and pans accompanying me."He continued, smashing the Space Jack Daniel's against the wall and tossing it behind him, glass shattered and rolled on the floor, his hand rolling to his back, the loose strap peeling and falling to the floor as he raised his DEMP in a single hand callously mocking the overbearing numbers. "Thraxis. An apparent member of The Ancient Evil and alas..." He scratched his head with the back of the blade, phirik rubbing against phrik in an ungodly grating, "I've gotta save whoever is in their from this crumbling empire." He rolled his eyes unamused, "So... You can either let them go. Or I will have to do the Momba with the dozen of you." His tone had become grating, his natural granite like inflexion filling his voice and the sarcasm laced with a measure of sober determination. He may not win this fight, but he can at least save a few soldiers and make them his meatshield, as opposed to bodies to be scattered to this cosmic slaughter.
Edited by Thraxis, 17 May 2018 - 04:35 PM.