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Taramaz Laurs

Taramaz Laurs

Member Since 08 Sep 2018
Offline Last Active Jan 11 2019 11:32 AM
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In Topic: Triffis Drifters [CIS Dominion of Triffis Hex T-41]

22 December 2018 - 08:11 AM

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Theme

 

Wearing: Obsidian-Type Strike Armour Knight's Obsidian Ring, Crushgaunts

Wielding: Dual Red Obsidian LightsaberDXR6 Heavy CarbineMandalorian Heavy Pistol

Tags: Labkahip Mordulla

Notes: N/A

Location: The Fortressa

 

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The large Executor caught the potion, and slipped it into a pouch on his armour. The reactor had fallen down, broken, he took a brief moment, forcing the anger out of his mind, and wondered, if he hadn't steadied the reactor, would it still have fallen? or would it have fallen sooner? It mattered not, for now, as the Prototype had launched another attack at him. He barely registered that the Pathfinder had left. He threw one of his sabers at the droid, and the damn Prototype caught it, and threw it at a container. He followed the saber's journey to a container, slicing it up, he then noticed a blue female Twi'lek, in a lab coat, and watched as she ran away, towards the reactor, firing at the droids chest. She was smart, that was where it's core was, but it was protected, nothing a mere wrist blaster could penetrate. He called his lightsaber back to him.
 
The blade landed in his hand, as he parried an attack from the Prototype. It was starting to seize up a bit, it was only a prototype after all, maybe that wrist blaster had done more than he realised. Regardless, the Prototype recovered quickly, launching a barrage at Taramaz, swinging it's staff around like nothing, hitting his blades continuously, each time from a new angle. The droid was trying to back Taramaz into a pit, around the reactor. He registered a comment by the twi'lek, telling him to use his force powers. He ignored it, for now, it was pointless info. He then grabbed the Prototype's staff and, pushed it to the side. He started slashing at the droid, giving it a few scars, then dipped around it, and climbed on it's back again, and managed to get a decent slice on it's left hand, cutting it off. Then the droid spun about, throwing him off, onto a railing, the Executor quickly rebounded though.
 
He ran towards the droid, who he'd managed to push back a bit, and turned his lightsabers off briefly, running up the droid's body, not using any magnetism, pure skill. He ran up the droid's face, kicking it's chin upward with his heel, and used it's face to propel himself into a backflip, then landed like a superhero in a legend, and got up. He stared at the droid, regaining it's composure like nothing had happened. He took a moment to breath, looking at the droid, staring it down.
 
The droid wasted no time in rushing him again, it's hits blocked by the Executor's sabers, mostly. One got through and hit him in his ribs, breaking them, another broke his left fore arm, and dislocated his left hand. The final blow the droid got was a strike right across the Executor's mask, shattering it on the right side. Shards of metal flew, his bruised and battered face showing under the mask, bleeding from several points, the blow also made brief contact with his right eye, the purple one, causing him to grab onto it. He dropped his left saber, unable to hold it anymore, then grabbed the hand, and pushed and twisted it back into place with a crack, and threw his right saber away, giving the droid a death stare. His purple eye was exposed, no longer purple, now a dark red, mixed with a tinge of purple, glowing slightly with the man's rage, bloodshot. Unlike his other masked eye, which glowed a bright red.
 
The man was taken over by pure rage, and grabbed the droid's arms with the force, tearing them off. The droid came at him, kicking like a martial artist, but was stopped by the force, then thrown back, against a wall, and the Prototype, once so tough, was thrown around like a child's toy. The man then started torturing the droid, throwing him back with the force, pulling him, knocking it down. Then, when he was done, he blasted the droid with unrestrained, dark, purple, force lightning, the titanic droid started to spasm, and then smoking, unhealthily. The man then let up the lightning barrage, grabbing at the droid, pulling something out of it, it's core systems. The droid then made a final run at the man, somehow, perhaps propelled by the lightning, who knows. The man let the droid get close, the droid speaking it's first words, in a terrifying robotic voice.
 
"You want a piece of me?!
 
The voice held a strange robotic anger to it, before the man spoke again, in an equally terrifying voice, if not more so, by his natural size, figure and armour alone.
 
"No, I want two!"
 
He growled his sentence, then ripped the Prototype into two pieces, and dropped them. Panting, he called his lightsabers back over to him, he kept his mask on, though it was heavily damaged, and only worked on the left side, if at all. He'd noticed somewhere in the fire fight, the scientist had tried to over-charge a blaster, presumably a droid's. He saw the shot, he saw it miss, it was a close shot, he was pretty sure that if she'd mounted it on something, and hand something to support her, instead of taking the full force herself, she might've hit dead center, and she may have killed him in the process. He walked over to her general area, quickly, not running, still walking, and reached out with the force, feeling her presence, by the pillar, then walked over to her, and grabbed her, throwing her over his shoulder, as he walked away from the pillar, holding it with the force, to make sure it didn't collapse, then placed her down on the cold hard ground.
 
He grabbed the Blackroot Potion from his pouch, thankfully still intact, and looked at it, and his mood dropped when he saw it was only enough for one person. He looked at the scientist, then at himself, then placed it between them, his commlink ping, telling him he had a missed message. He looked at her, and explained the potion in mere words.
 
"Don't drink it yet, it might be the last hope if another terrifying droid comes through."
 
He then answered the comms message.
 
"Roger dodger, big boy's down. I repeat, hostiles completely bloody annihilated. All clear in the reactor room, bring the men and women in white down."

In Topic: Triffis Drifters [CIS Dominion of Triffis Hex T-41]

16 December 2018 - 08:42 AM

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Theme

Wearing: Obsidian-Type Strike Armour Knight's Obsidian Ring, Crushgaunts

Wielding: Dual Red Obsidian LightsaberDXR6 Heavy CarbineMandalorian Heavy Pistol

Tags: Scherezade deWinter

Notes: The four other voices apart from the main one in the theme are the four commando droids. Also, the main idea is that the theme is meant to symbolise him trying to control his anger.

Location: The Fortressa

 

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He looked around, the shield surrounding them. It was truly amazing, he hadn't even had time to react when the Pathfinder, Madalena, had grabbed his arm. He had never seen something so destructive, well, of course he had, he'd seen much worse, but never something such as purely amazing...

 

Before he knew it, the shield was gone, as were a great majority of the droids. Everything had happened so fast, it kind of reminded him about that time he almost got married, all those years ago... Nevermind that, he was facing a giant droid, a prototype he only knew of. A mixture of the deadly killing programming of an ancient Hunter-Killer droid, mixed with the practically indestructibility of a IG-100 Magna Guard. Both extremely deadly in their own right, but when combined... And not to mention the sheer size and power of the droid itself, he'd seen it pick up and throw the Pathfinder, Madalena, right across the room, into the reactor, causing it to almost collapse. Swinging like a chandelier about to fall, and crash right into Madalena. 

 

The realisation that Madalena's life might end prematurely, or that he'd have to haul another body out of the battlefield, and tell the family the news. It hit him, hit him hard, harder than the prototype experiment before him would be capable of, well, he hoped. He reached out, capturing the swinging reactor with the invisible hand of the force, holding it in place, temporarily. It wasn't long but gave Madalena enough time to get out from under it, thought his grip was broken when the droid hit him in the gut, with the electrostaff it was wielding, alongside a deadly vibroblade. It knocked the wind out of him, and left him doubling over. It was light, compared to what the droid could really do, he knew it. He knew the droid was playing with him too, he would've been dead in two seconds if the droid wanted him dead that badly.

 

He dared a glance over at the reactor, which was swinging slower now, but still at an uncomfortable pace. He then rolled to the side, as the Prototype hit the durasteel floor where he was standing with his staff, denting it, badly. He grabbed his sabers, igniting them. He crossed the blades of his saber in an X, leaning far back, holding off a strike from the Prototype's vibroblade. He then threw the attack to the side, and tried to stab the droid in it's leg, grazing the side of it's shin, leaving a fine burn mark on it. But the droid hit back, worse, well, tried. He brought his sabers up, like bars, pointing upwards, blocking the horizontal strike. The sheer force behind it, pushed him back a few inches.

 

He felt a sting go up his arms, another side effect from blocking the strike. He started walking and side stepping, purely dodging the Prototype's attacks. He then rushed forward, trying to stab into it's chest, but he got hit right in his chest, with the staff, the shock being mostly absorbed by his armour, though he got knocked back again. He force leapt off the wall behind him, right at the droid, but he got grabbed out of the air, and smashed into a wall, pain surging through his body. He could start to feel broken ribs, and other assorted body parts.

 

The droid started to go towards Madalena, but the Executor leapt up onto it's back, and the droid spun around, hitting him into a wall, but not before he managed to cut off the droid's sword in half, somehow. The droid threw it's weapon away, and hit Taramaz in his gut, with the metal fist. Now with the wind knocked out of him, he dropped to the ground, as the droid started to kick him, and hit him, somewhat lightly, enough to keep him down. He sent her a telepathic message telling Madalena to keep her distance, and work on keeping trying to fix the reactor, or stop the fall.


In Topic: Triffis Drifters [CIS Dominion of Triffis Hex T-41]

13 December 2018 - 05:14 AM

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Theme

Wearing: Obsidian-Type Strike Armour Knight's Obsidian Ring, Crushgaunts

Wielding: Dual Red Obsidian LightsaberDXR6 Heavy CarbineMandalorian Heavy Pistol

Tags: Scherezade deWinter

Notes: The four other voices apart from the main one in the theme are the four commando droids. Also, the main idea is that the theme is meant to symbolise him trying to control his anger.

Location: The Fortressa

 

 

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He had to admire the woman for her skill, you didn't typically find Pathfinders fighting legions of B1s, not just because they're on the same side. It impressed him, slightly. If he'd gone through her path, he'd likely have nearly tripped over droids several times. He then felt slight intrigue at how she could feel joy right before battle. Perhaps it had some relief mixed into it? who knew. He had to give her answers, answers to questions he couldn't give a definite answer to.

 

"Twenty other combatants, atleast a five thousand to ten thousand droids so far, the Fortressa could or could not be producing more, it's fighting the virus, so that could either mean it's shut down the production lines, or it hasn't."

 

He walked with her, noticing her lack of a proper blaster, he handed her his Mandalorian Pistol, and two reloads, plus the full canister already in the pistol. He then grabbed his sabers, igniting them. 

 

"Executor Taramaz Laurs, the one who will now be making sure your body doesn't end up with the dead ones."

 

He jumped into the battle, his crimson blades leaving a crimson trail behind them as they started cutting down droids. He almost looked like a damn ballerina, spinning and twirling. He felt the dark side pushing against him, pressing, wanting to kill and destroy. He denied it, stabbing into more droids, then, he got hit a couple times in the chest and back, once or twice in the shoulder. Good thing the armour was pretty good, but he still felt a burn, a sting. He quickly chopped off the arms of the droids that had shot him.

 

He was destroying the droids easily now, walking through them. They were swarms but that worked to his favour, they had to be right infront of him to hit him, or else they hit their fellow battledroids. And those infront of him were cut down easily, that was, until a B2 pulled him down onto his back, and stomped on him, just barely missing his gut. And that B2 payed with his leg, then lost his other half, as he got sliced up through the middle, cut in half. He then kept fighting, but got pushed into a corner. 

 

He force pushed them back, as he threw his sabers, grabbing his carbine, and started shooting, spraying down B1s. And those that got too close got hit and broken. He then put his carbine back on his back as his lightsabers returned to his hands, then to his belt, as they deactivated, and he raised his hands. His fingers outstretched like claws as the remaining droids around him started smoking, and burning as their circuits fried, force lightning flowing freely from his finger tips, right into them, connecting them all, before they dropped like flies. He then lowered his hands, and walked over to Madalena, stabbing two Commando droids that were behind her, poised to strike, then backed up against her.

 

He started swinging at droids that got too close, deflecting shots, moving some away with the force, as they gradually made their way through the hallway.


In Topic: Triffis Drifters [CIS Dominion of Triffis Hex T-41]

13 December 2018 - 04:01 AM

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Theme

Wearing: Obsidian-Type Strike Armour Knight's Obsidian Ring, Crushgaunts

Wielding: Dual Red Obsidian LightsaberDXR6 Heavy CarbineMandalorian Heavy Pistol

Tags: Scherezade deWinter

Notes: The four other voices apart from the main one in the theme are the four commando droids. Also, the main idea is that the theme is meant to symbolise him trying to control his anger.

Location: The Fortressa

 

 

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Taramaz had managed to get himself trapped in a room with four commando droids, using some sort of camouflage device, which projected a realistic hologram around them, making them look human. How this had come to happen, he had no idea. It was a security office he'd been assigned to, it was near the reactor, ish. He had a camera system to watch the halls around him, and he somehow missed the droids, then again, they did look human, but now he was near them, he could sense their life, or lack of it.

 

He stood up, stretching, he grabbed his lightsabers, igniting the burning red blades, he ran at one of the droids that had started to converge on him, surrounding him, he slashed a it, but his blade was blocked by a vibroblade, and he striked again, getting blocked another time. He then threw one of his sabers at another droid, ducking under a vibroblade, cutting off the swinger's leg, knocking it down, he then slashed downwards, but got blocked again, then he drew his saber back. Then he stepped back, as his saber came rolling through, not unlike a droideka, slicing the downed droid's head clean off, he then blocked a few blaster shots, and caught his blade. 

 

He then turned his lightsabers off, rolling to the side as a commando ran, slicing at where he was. He was taller than them, but they weren't short. When he rolled back to his feet, his lightsabers re-ignited, as he stabbed backwards to his left, stabbing into the torso of the commando droid that had sliced at him, causing it to drop to the floor. The remaining two droids threw the blasters aside after emptying their blaster packs at him, all of which had either missed or been blocked. Then they drew their vibroswords and ran at him, swinging down at an angle towards him, which he easily blocked, then quickly switched around. His lightsabers holding the vibroswords together, next to each other, as he deactivated his sabers, and ducked, winding up next to them, he then grabbed their arms, and crushed them with his crushgaunts, then threw them to the ground, falling down onto their vibroswords.

 

He then walked back over to the screen, and watched, as he saw the figure of a female, which the camera identified as a KO Pathfinder, running down a hallway. He then saw his reflection in the screen as the lights in that hallway blinked out, he touched his cheek, where there was a scar from Melinda, then his helmet extended, covering his face, as he pulled his hood up. He then walked out of the room, leaving the commandos destroyed. 

 

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He started running, then saw two droidekas down the hall, with their shields up, shooting at a few civilians, who were hiding behind barrels and crates. He raised his hand in a choking fist, as the droidekas were lifted up, and then went limp, and dropped their circuits choked off by the Executor's force choke. He then ran again, vaulting over some barrels, leaping over fallen crates. He turned a corner, and was confronted by a group of about ten B1 droids. Easy work for him.

 

He ran at them, and as they started shooting, he slid, grabbing his saber with one hand, and using the other to slide down the slight incline , as he was practically laid down, sitting up. He slid pretty close to the droids before he pushed himself, sliding to another side, and down the gap at the side of the droid's formation, throwing his saber, cutting the first couple droids in the two rows down. He then hit one over their head, and threw it, bowling down more droids, then his thrown lightsaber cut through the rest, then changed path, cutting the remainder on the floor down. Before returning to his hand. He then deactivated it, clipping it onto his belt. 

 

He ran through some more hallways, it took him mere moments before he found that female Pathfinder (Scherezade deWinter) held up behind cover, being fired at by B2s, and droidekas. He walked up behind the droidekas, and stabbed one through it's back with his saber, as it had been able to pass through due to being deactivated. He then walked over to the over , and cut off it's blaster arms, and rolled it over to the Pathfinder, where it would stop, and form a shield. The B2s kept firing for a few seconds before turning around to fire at the Executor. Too Late.

 

He had already arrived behind one of them when they turned around, staring down at it, then ignited his saber, stabbing through it, as it crumpled down. The B2s had turned the wrong way, making them turn more to aim at him, as he ducked, and deflected a few of their shots back at them, hitting a couple, knocking them down. He then deactivated his sabers while the B2s missed him, their shots being altered in their course by less than an inch by the Executor to just barely miss him. Then he let go of his control of their shots, as his raised his hands, as if gripping an invisible ball in each, holding them up. Then closed his hands, the B2s crushing under the immeasurable pressure of the force that had just been pushed on them. Then dropped to the ground as the Executor let go, then he force pulled the droideka back towards him, it's shield down as it rolled, rolling straight through his saber, which he'd managed to ignite, cutting itself in half. 

 

He then deactivated his saber, and started walking through the pile of B2s, looking forward, at the Executor, when he finally reached her, he walked right up beside her, and looked to his side, and down at her. Which wasn't really offensive to height, seeing as he was eight foot something, a miracle of birth. The mask of his strike armour blocking his eyes, which were slightly dilated with the power of the dark side, slightly. Then he spoke, his voice filling the room.

 

"Need some back up?"


In Topic: Mambo no. 5 [CIS Dominion of Thaere Privo | V-41]

07 November 2018 - 07:32 AM

Post: 2

Objective: N/A

Wearing: Boots This

Wielding: DL-44 (In thigh holster)

Theme: Crazy Little Thing Called Love

Drinking: Mandalorian Rum - Spiked.

Tags: Faye Malvern Gerwald Lechner

 

He took another sip of his drink, finishing it off, then threw it away, and got up. He'd seen where the woman had went, and he was determined to follow her, at all costs. He started walking towards her like a heat seeking missile towards a volcano. Pushing people out of his way, gradually, he got more and more lost, and more and more away of a cloaked figure following him. Eventually he reached a gardens area, and spotted a few couples fussing over and fondling each other. He started heading over to a figure in the distance that looked vaguely like the woman.

 

The spiked rum was getting to his head, and he started to feel light headed, getting dizzy, swallowing vomit every now and then. He started stumbling, rocks and bricks crumbling beneath his feet. He started hallucinating things aswell, then, before he knew what was happening, he felt wind rushing past his body, and like he had no control over himself. He'd fallen over a cliff walking to the woman he'd hallucinated, then, all of a sudden, he stopped, help from falling by an invisible hand, he turned his head to look up and saw the black-cloaked man standing over the edge of a cliff, looking down at him. He then started floating up to the man, and before he knew it, was on his feet, on solid land. The man was a good foot bigger than him. Intimidating two, and the cloaked man started walking, there was a certain familiarity to his height, clothing, aura. The space around him seemed to be filled with fear, no, not fear. Fear was too weak a word, Dread fitted better. Everything in the figures path wilted and hit until he was atleast three metres away, and Taramaz followed him.

 

Taramaz was scared of the man, and kept his distance, yet if he strayed too far behind, he was pulled forward, he couldn't stop walking. He started hallucinating the woman he'd seen before, and he started tripping and falling over hallucinated objects and obstacles. Eventually it came to the point where the figure was dragging Taramaz by his throat, on his knees. This angered him greatly, and he reached out with the force to try and choke the man, but nothing happened, instead, he practically passed out, not before vomiting on his clothing and leaving a trail.

 

When Taramaz awoke, it was to the sound of a rushing river, his vision was blurred, he stunk, he felt horrible and dizzy, and light headed, and there was the beautiful woman from earlier tugging at his mind. Before he knew what was happening, he couldn't breath, his head was under water, his eyes stung. He was then lifted up from the water for two seconds to breath, then pushed back down. Then up and down again, it continued for a good few minutes, before he was dragged onto his knees, and then dragged up onto his feet.

 

The man's mask was gone now, his hood having fallen back, and Taramaz instantly knew where he'd seen the man from. It was the ancient Dark Lord of the Sith, Astrale Cage, the Bringer of Darkness, Solibus dirus ferum de tenebris Dominus, the feared one. He was a living terror, children were told stories of the man to scare them into obedience. Though he'd never thought the legends were true... let alone that he'd meet the monster face to face. The man had done unspeakable things, things no normal creature should be able to do. If he had died during the times of Marka Ragnos or Naga Sadow he would have had his own tomb. But he'd lived, he'd lived through Vitiate's time, through the Eternal Empire, the Cold War, Palpatine's era, the New Republic... He was best described as a demon. And he'd just saved Taramaz from mistakes he'd regret for his life. 

 

The victory was short lifted, as he was dragged up a cold, hard, metal ramp onto a ship, and locked in solitary quarters, with lots of water, and basic ration bars. A bed, and nothing more, before he heard the hiss of a ramp close, the roar of an Acklay, and engines heating up, before he felt the ship lift up, and fly off.

 

[End Taramaz' part in the Dom]