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Taramaz Laurs

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#1893803 Triffis Drifters [CIS Dominion of Triffis Hex T-41]

Posted by Taramaz Laurs on 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."



#1891643 Triffis Drifters [CIS Dominion of Triffis Hex T-41]

Posted by Taramaz Laurs on 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.




#1891100 Triffis Drifters [CIS Dominion of Triffis Hex T-41]

Posted by Taramaz Laurs on 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.




#1891094 Triffis Drifters [CIS Dominion of Triffis Hex T-41]

Posted by Taramaz Laurs on 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?"




#1878400 Mambo no. 5 [CIS Dominion of Thaere Privo | V-41]

Posted by Taramaz Laurs on 05 November 2018 - 07:17 AM

Post: 1

Objective: N/A

Wearing: Boots This

Wielding: DL-44 (In thigh holster)

Theme: Crazy Little Thing Called Love

Drinking: Mandalorian Rum - Spiked.

 

Taramaz didn't normally attend parties, really not his thing. He was a strike operative, not a diplomat. That however, doesn't mean he can't partake in a drinking and celebrating, only recently he'd escaped from a pleasurable nightmare that he'd been trapped in for months. He'd rescued a Viceroy in the process, and dealt with the reports of a possible escaped CIS project. He'd sliced his way through zombies on Miranda, he'd done alot of things, even, for example, fighting in the Pektrenai arena on Geonosis. He deserved a bit of relaxing time, he was on leave presently. He'd ordered a nice lunch and a drink. Seasoned Bantha Steak, chips, tomato sauce, mashed potatoes. 

 

The food was good, he'd taken a few bites of the steak, eaten a couple chips, taken a fork of mashed potato. It was good, but not as good as homemade food. He looked around, spotting a few familiar faces, though mostly from documents, some he'd managed to encounter on Miranda or on other missions. He gave a short little wave to one of the men in his squad, one of the only ones who had come along to this party, thought not with Taramaz. The man walked over and he and Taramaz engaged in a man hug, short, but effective, they took a seat and started talking, exchanging thoughts of the facility, and how they were treated. Some times they got off better than each other, sometimes it was an equally bad experience. Unfortunately, the squad mate had to move on, as he'd seen a rather nice looking female. Taramaz gave a short chuckle at the remark.

 

He went back to his meal, cutting up the bantha steak and eating quickly. He noticed a game of Sabaac going and hoped to join in. In nearly no time at all, he'd finished the food and slid his plate and cutlery across the bar along with a small pile of credits. He then looked around, spotting a few more familiar faces, though not friendly ones, and kept his gaze away from them, he spotted a few native flying creatures perched on a wall, preening. He then looked around again, and grabbed his drink, and took a nice, long sip, almost halving the large glass in one swig. His eyes were focused on the skies.

 

When he looked back down, he saw the figure of a woman he vaguely knew of by documents and rumours, it was a faint recognition, it took him about twenty seconds for it to click. She'd been one of the latest files he'd read. Otherwise he probably wouldn't have noticed her. He then also made the realisation that the woman was [Insert preferred type of walking here. EG: Strutting, gliding.] towards him. Faye Malvern




#1878106 Love Gods [CIS Dominion of Aikhibba | W-40]

Posted by Taramaz Laurs on 04 November 2018 - 08:34 AM

Ms Rato

 

The Minister studied the representative (Tmoxin Temi) once again, something about her rang familiar to her. She then held her hand up, ordering a moment's pause from the representative, she then held a hand cupped over her comlink, listening to it while blocking the sound from most normal humans, which is what the representative looked to be. She heard cries of help and pain, begging for mercy, then silence, then reports of CIS attacks, and she pressed a button on the commlink, calling a squad of around six guards to her position. 

 

"Representative Temi, we are not locking them in prison, they are treated quite well. We are keeping them safe, and if you insist on calling our facilities prisons, then I shall give you the simple reasoning of having them 'locked up' for their own good, a safety concern above all else, think of it like a witness protection program, we protect victims from the offenders. In this case, the men are the victims, and the offender is the virus that targets and terminates the males. We are protecting them, Representative."

 

She listened to the representative speak for a moment, then looked at the dossier, reading through it. Then answered, her confident tone wavering a bit, as she realised this woman might know what she was.

 

"Y-yes, I know that man, I am the one that treats to him, he was my first... I've bonded with him on a more personal basis... I'm not sure I could let him go, you could have those who came with him though. They claim to be part of a squad, Serpent Squad or something. Look like old Imperial Deahtroopers with a bit more colour, others look like operatives in strike armour. They hold no importance to me.. I will order you the release of the--" 

 

She was cut of by a sharp voice of an overseer in the treatment facility coming from her comlink, saying something about the new females sent in to treat Taramaz being found dead on the floor in the bathroom, untouched, as if they had collapsed dear. Their windpipes were crushed, yet there were no traces of sentient interaction, as if some other worldly being had done it. She let out a small gasp, just as the guards arrived and pointed their guns at the representative, one of them giving her orders to drop her weapons and get on her knees with her hands on her head.

 

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Location: Breeding Compound

Theme: Ring of Fire - The Legend, Johnny Cash, R.I.P.

With: AOF-00475 "Serpent Squad"

Wearing: Knight's Obsidian Pathfinder Strike armour, Crushgaunts. Modified Imperial Deathtrooper armour (Serpent Squad) All weapons and armour have been stripped.

Objective: 4, BYOO

Post: 2

Tags: Tmoxin Temi

 

Just as a message came over the guard's commlink he had picked up, he was pulling on his crushgaunts and pants, aswell as some boots. His muscles rippled under the working out he'd been doing lately, plus that of years past. It was rare for him to not wear any tunic or upper armour of some sort. He had no weapons remaining, apart from the crushgaunts, which the Praexium had been foolish enough to mistake for gloves. They were stored in a locker in a watch room, and he took a keycard from a table and scanned it on a console, then pressed a few buttons, all the doors in the facility opening, letting out his troopers aswell, who made their way to the rendezvous point they had discussed in their limited time together. He grabbed a guard's pistol and slid it into the waistband of his pants and walked out of the guards room, using the force to speed his running to the facility where the representative Temi was being held at gunpoint. He hadn't sensed her or anything, he'd merely seen her on the cams.

 

It took him barely half a minute to get there, he was that close. He managed to grab two of the guards by their heads, crushing them under the combined strength of him, the force and the crushgaunts, before the other guards noticed him, and opened fire. He dodged most of the shots, a couple hitting him in the shoulder or legs, one even on his right shoulder blade, but due to the guard's weapons not being set to kill, but merely graze or stun due to their intent of capturing Temi, they barely got any response apart from a grunt or flinch from him. He then eased himself up, standing to his full height of 8 ft something.

 

He then raised his fist, three of the guards grabbing at their throats and gasping for air. They then dropped as his fist closed, dead or very near it, mortally wounded. He then electrocuted the remaining two guards with force lightning. He then approached the Minister and went to grab her throat but was met with a quick slash across his chest with a metal switchblade, then another across his left forearm and right upperarm. He then blocked her next slash by him blocking her forearm with his, then blocked her fist with his other forearm, then blocked another slash with his upperarm driving into her hand. Finally, he grabbed her left forearm, which was holding the switchblade, and twisted it, the knife falling out of her hands and crushed the bone, causing the untrained woman to grab at her arm in pain, tears falling from her face.

 

He then let go and grabbed her by her throat, constricting air flow, and threw her into the nearby wall, making a decent sized dent which she fell out of, he then walked over, and grabbed her by the back of her neck, dragging her to her feet. He put pressure on a point near her neck which prevented her from moving her arms and marched her forward to the representative, and on the way grabbed the switchblade, and put it in his boot, between the boot and the pant leg. He then gestured for the representative to follow him. 

 

"Knight's Obsidian Executioner and Serpent Squad leader Taramaz Laurs, Viceroy Temi. I believe our reputations will suffice until we are properly introduced, let's move, take what you want. My squad will meet us by the entrance. Unlike me, they are fully armed and armoured, as they were seen as lower priority, they were locked away in a separate area, and their equipment was locked away easier, and not taken elsewhere, like mine. Let's move."

 

He turned towards the entrance of the building, and started walking. 




#1877290 Love Gods [CIS Dominion of Aikhibba | W-40]

Posted by Taramaz Laurs on 02 November 2018 - 10:37 AM

Ms Rato

 

The woman walked daintily through the compound, her eyes not deviating from the supposed politician(Member=Tmoxin Temi) she was meeting with. She wore a crisp white dress that went all the way down to her feet, her hair was tied up behind her in a ponytail, and she had a faint smile on her face. Her eyes drifted to a few doorways that lead to certain holding areas. Especially the leader of that group of rogues who had arrived months prior, Taramaz Laurs was who he identified himself as. She was the one who had the extreme pleasure of treating him, though today it had to be done by another while she had her meeting, it annoyed her slightly. Yet this was why she had taken a sedative this morning. She was one of the most senior members of the executive council, yet she was one of the youngest there, this granted her certain, experience. Experience enough to carry a switchblade wherever she went.

 

To be frank, she was the reason the group of rogues came to Aikhibba. Something that resembled a CIS science experiment that escaped. She knew enough to stay away from the squad until they had been placed in the compound. Then, she made her treatment trips, it was strange being so close to her supposed enemy like that. Yet she may aswell try and milk this opportunity for all it's worth. 

 

Her thoughts drifted back to her current meeting, she'd barely realised the politician had been talking to her. She didn't hear the starting 'It seems quite easy' She only heard the pass a law part and onwards. It was annoying, third parties trying to dictate what they'd do. 

 

"You see, madame politician, we would have done so years ago, if only it was so simple. We have been researching this disease for centuries, and we have not come up with an answer, nor a cure. So thus, we came up with a solution. We lock the men up. Your scientists could not possibly do anything to alter our current research apart from confuse, destroy, and takes steps back, best case scenario, speed up the research. It is not as simple as you may think, and we would not willingly release a single male into the disease ridden area until a temporary cure, at the very least, is created."

 

She pressed a button on her commlink, hearing faint cries of help from within, along with something about raiders and attackers. Then another message saying something about a Viceroy threatening to assault the planet. The dots pinged together in her head like a calf to her mother. Her hand eased around her handle of her switchblade slightly, and discreetly.




#1876918 Love Gods [CIS Dominion of Aikhibba | W-40]

Posted by Taramaz Laurs on 01 November 2018 - 06:13 AM

Location: Breeding Compound

Theme: Ring of Fire - The Legend, Johnny Cash, R.I.P.

With: AOF-00475 "Serpent Squad"

Wearing: Knight's Obsidian Pathfinder Strike armour, Crushgaunts. Modified Imperial Deathtrooper armour (Serpent Squad) All weapons and armour have been stripped.

Objective: 4, BYOO

Post: 1

Tags: N/A so far.

 

Damn, damn, damn it. He cursed himself a million times for this happening. He and his team, AOF-00475 had been sent to the planet on reports of a mysterious creature that bore resemblance to a CIS project. They'd broadcasted CIS landing codes and were coming in for a landing, when they landed in a designated hangar bay, they were swarmed by armed females, too many to count, possibly the size of a small army, they were outnumbered and outgunned. He'd reluctantly called a surrender, they were taken prisoner by the females and lead to a land speeder, where they were forced into it and then driven to a compound. Once at the compound they were taken in and ordered into a room.

 

He had to admit, the room was pretty nice, he hoped his comrades in Serpent Squad were treated to the same rooms and luxuries, he knew they were all taken to eat and work out. It was pretty luxurious for being a prison. Though, it was rather tiring, being treated on a whim. He hated the treatments, he'd been here for over a month, while it was a nice deal at first, it turned sour after the first few weeks. It was nice while it lasted though. He had nice, comfy clothes, though easily accessible in a certain region. He had a cosy bed. He couldn't complain, shouldn't be able to atleast. But he does, it got boring, it was losing the pleasing side to it, he missed his nice home, he missed Mandalore and the Confederacy. 

 

He hoped the Confederacy were mounting a search party or rescue effort, or something. The thing is, a strike team missing for over a month is notable, especially with no indication of radio-silence. And they were signed up for a month or two's leave after the mission they went missing on. He heard the careful, confident steps of a few women approaching, knowing that is was likely treatment time. He made a slight grunt, and got out of his bed, where he'd been resting, and went into the bathroom to try and hide. He turned on the shaver and started trimming his beard, he'd let it grow out a bit, in hopes of repelling the women, but it didn't work, and it still needed a bit of grooming. However, he was rudely interrupted by the sound of his room door opening, and he pretended not to hear, until the bathroom door slid open aswell.




#1873752 Cannibal Carnival | CIS Dominion of Miranda [R-41]

Posted by Taramaz Laurs on 22 October 2018 - 04:50 AM

Post: 4

Objective: 3 - City of the Living (City of the Sane)

Wearing: Obsidian-Type Strike ArmourKnight's Obsidian RingRomanus Shield Crushgaunts

Wielding: Obsidian LightsaberMandalorian Heavy PistolK-406 Combat Ripper (On leather sash hung around torso) DXR6 Heavy Carbine (On back) Exalazorna-Class Folding Sword (In Dagger Sheath)

Theme: Don't Stop Me Now - Queen

Tags: Alora Fae, Alwine Lechner

 

He quickly regained his breath, bringing his lightsabre up, then swiped across, decapitating about three zombies. He then grabbed one by it's throat, crushing it, then threw the limp body into a group infront of him, starting to clear a path to/for Alora and Alwine. And he started walking through it, slicing and dicing zombies, blasting others with lightning, clearing his path. When he got within yelling range, his armour mask opened up.

 

"Are you two just gonna stand there on that hill or---" He was quickly cut off by a larger zombie pulling him and throwing him onto his back on the ground, his lightsabre deactivating and flying out of his hand, as the zombies pinned him to the ground, one got a lucky swipe on his face, cutting right across it, from the top left of his forehead, down over his left eye, cutting across his nose, and then ending at his cheek. Luckily the zombie's claws missed his eye by about a quarter of an inch, or close to five millimetre, though it did scrape his eyelid a bit. 

 

The wound was not fatal, possibly serious, but not fatal. It'd scar, definitely scar. He kicked one right between it's legs, then pushed it up,throwing it off of him, his eyes going fully feral, as did his nature. He was generally starting to act more and more like a Sith, thrusting his hands through the chests of the two remaining zombies, and ripped out their hearts. Then threw them off like rats, their hearts following suite. He then summoned his lightsabre to his hands, and punched the big zombie, that was still ontop of him in it's snout, then chopped off one of it's arms, as it grabbed the wound, he deactivated his lightsabre, and grabbed it's face, pushing it into the ground, then kept pushing, until the head wouldn't naturally go any farther.

 

At that point a satisfying pop then a crack could be heard, and he pushed himself up from the ground. Putting his lightsabre back on his belt, his black cloak and armour covered in blood, he then grabbed two zombies by his sides by their faces, crushing them slowly, not enough to kill them instantly, but it was a fatal, irreversible wound that would provide the zombies with a slow, painful death. He then grabbed another by a lump of fat on it's chest, which was unusual for the zombies, but not unheard of. He then threw him high up into the air, he then flew back down, crushing two or three of his zombie brethren under his bulk. 

 

Taramaz was one of the main people causing trouble to the hordes of zombies. He then started upper cutting zombies, breaking jaws and giving long term brain damage, if not death. When he got to one of the biggest in the hordes, he grabbed it by it's fat, ugly, monstrous head, and ripped it right off. He then grabbed his lightsabre and started cutting again, slicing his way through the hordes, becoming near untouchable. With his free hand, he started grabbing zombie appendages, where ever they may be, and started flinging the unfortunate owners all over the battlefield. 

 

He finally put his lightsabre back on his belt, and started force pulling and pushing zombies into each other, aswell as force choking some. When he had caused enough mayhem, he started electrocuting them aswell with force lightning, causing smoke and steam to rise, as the bodies were kept standing by the energy keeping the muscles tense. Then when he stopped, the bodies dropped. He stood there for a number of moments, breathing heavily, panting almost, regaining his strength, then he raised his head, sensing the immense numbers surrounding him. They just stood there, confused as to why he wasn't attacking, this gave him the extra time he needed to leap into the sky, drawing his lightsabre, and igniting it, he then propelled himself forward in the air with the force.

 

He landed on a zombie's face, kicking back from it before it fell, the zombie then dropped, his head no longer where it should rightfully be, instead, it was rolling next to the body. He leapt from the first victim to the next, planting a foot on his chest, then leaping off, the upper body sliced in half by the sabre, he then jumped to the next zombie, and the next, dealing each a fatal blow. He'd made an obvious clearing, thinning the numbers greatly. He then landed on his feet by the foot of the hill where he'd been slashed up. He deactivated his sabre, putting it back on his belt and regained his breath whilethe zombies lumbered over to him, scared, but also hungry. Guess which drove them more. It took them a good couple of minutes to make their way within his range, which was all the time he needed to regain himself. He knew he'd feel this in the morning, and the next morning, maybe the next. He was pushing his body past it's limits as it was. 

 

When the zombies got within range, he raised them up, with the force, gripping their entire bodies with the immeasurable hands of the force. Then, he slowly closed his fists, putting pressure on the zombies' internal organs and body, (I guess you could say, the zombies were Under Pressure). He then relinquished his grip, and tightened it, playing with his prey, he held a good crowd of 25-30 zombies, and watching them gasp in relief than scream in pain and agony was amusing. Finally, his fists closed, then tightened, crushing the zombies' internal organs and bodies under the pressure. (Under Pressure much? but seriously, imagine travelling tens of thousands of metres under water, that's what it was like, the zombies' bodies couldn't handle the pressure, just closing your fists a bit might cause irreversible damage.) When he was certain the zombies were dead, he let go of them, their bodies dropping a few metres to the floor.

 

He grabbed his lightsabre, he'd used a fair bit of energy pulling these stunts, but he had alot more left in him. He then turned his head around to Alora and Alwine again.

 

"Where was I? Ah yes, before I was rudely interrupted, I was going to ask if you two were going to join the battle, or just watch?"  




#1872531 Aloha Archae | CIS Dominion of Archae Teuthis (U,40)

Posted by Taramaz Laurs on 18 October 2018 - 01:10 AM

Tags: Lirka Ka

Wearing: Coming Soon! basically though, Deathtrooper armour with some red on it.

Wielding: E-11D, seemingly part of the costume, and not real, but in reality, it is. And is perfectly capable of shooting. Pretty much, every weapon on the armour he wore was real, from the blaster to the grenades.

Theme: Can't Hold Us

Feeling: Drunk and Happy!

 

He nodded along to the Elf's rant, sipping on his drink, if it weren't for the Deathtrooper armour that had people staring at him and keeping their distance just incase, he might actually look like a Viceroy or Politician. He slid her another drink, then finished off his bottle o' rum and grabbed another, cracking it open, and drinking a third of it. "If you're done with your story, I'd like to tell ye a few tales, pretty girl." (Okay, his accent shifted from Aussie to Scottish when he was drunk)

 

He gave her a minute or so, then leaned back a bit more, crossing his legs and arms, holding his drink upright.

 

"Alright, so, there I was, on Mandalore, walking along in a forest, doing a bit o' hunting, I was lass. Then out o' nowhere, comes a group of Wannabe Mandoes, called 'emselves Neo Crusaders or something. Told me I was in on 'er territory, had to leave or I'd get shot right inbetween my rainbow eyes, 'er words."

 

He took a large sip of his drink. Pulling a knife out of his armour and playing around with it, twirling it between his fingers, balancing it by it's handle, playing around in general, all while looking in the Spiky Elf's general direction.

 

"Now I don't know if ye know 'is lass, but Mandalorians in general don't 'ike being threaten-d or insulte-d. I especially don't 'ike bein insult-ed about my eyes, so ye know what I 'id lass? I bloody punched 'er leader's face in! 'Ooked like a bantha 'ad slept on it. 'Eep in mind this is back when I 'ore Crushgaunts. Where was I lass? oh yeah. So then I 'icked up the one with a sword, and threw 'im at a tree, he snapped before the tree, needless te say. 'Hen I pulled out me trusty sword, and stabbed 'ne through his heart. Decapitated t'e other, and still made it home intime to cook me my dinner that I-d 'aught eariler.

 

He took another sip, emptying his bottle, throwing it away into the crowd, and grabbed another, cracking it open with his knife and sipped from it, the drink that was. He kept playing with his knife, throwing it up and catching it, etc. 

 

"Then 'ere was this one 'ime I was 'unted down by them Neo-Wannabes. Had an 'ntire army surrounding me. Let me tell ye lassie, it ain't easy to kill a good 'undred plus Neo-Wannabes, not that they were the concern, it was that about 'ifty o' 'em--" He took a long swig from his bottle o' rum "Were 'ering crushgaunts and real Mando style armor, I'll say 'is one thing lassie, explosives plus a sniper 'lus a very drunk Mando, equals a very bad fight, for the 'nemy. I tossed 'own a couple o' thermal dets, plus a few rocket 'aunchers, I wiped out a good 'ixty from 'at alone. Then I sniped a 'ew of 'em, then grabbed me sword, and started 'alkin to the door, which had been rammed in, and Neo-Wannabes had ran in, so naturally, I cut 'em down when 'ey came in. Cortosis shields are very good weapons, I'll tell ya, didn't expect it at all, considering 'er breachin team had only lightsabre wielders. Long story short, I chased em away."

 

He took another swig from his bottle, finishing it, and threw it away, cutting another open, and sipping from it. 

 

"Long story 'hort, I had a 'ew battles with the Confederacy, as allies, 'ventually joined the K.O. As you said, the rest speaks for itself. Now lassie, what'dya 'ay, swig a 'ew more drinks and tell a 'ouple more stories, or 'et outta 'ere and 'ave uselves a look-see around town?

 

He put his knife back in his armour, holding his bottle.




#1872261 Cannibal Carnival | CIS Dominion of Miranda [R-41]

Posted by Taramaz Laurs on 17 October 2018 - 06:49 AM

Post: 4

Objective: 3 - City of the Living (City of the Sane)

Wearing: Obsidian-Type Strike ArmourKnight's Obsidian RingRomanus Shield

Wielding: Obsidian LightsaberMandalorian Heavy PistolK-406 Combat Ripper (On leather sash hung around torso) DXR6 Heavy Carbine (On back) Exalazorna-Class Folding Sword (In Dagger Sheath)

Theme: Wake the White Wolf - Metal

Tags: Alora Fae Alwine Lechner

 

He pressed the button on the blade, extending it into a full sword. Then turned to look at Alwine and Alora "Fun time."

 

He ran forward holding his shield and sword in a Roman charging formation, charging down Locals/Cannibals. Then one of them grabbed him by his black cloak, that female then got lifted up, grabbing at her throat, gasping for air, as he held her in a fierce force choke, then threw her into a group, bowling them all over.

 

"STEEERIKE!" He grabbed a thermal detonator from his belt, primed it, then threw it at the group of bowled down Locals/Cannibals. Then whipped around, bashing a local in the head with his shield, leaving it stunned and dazed. He then it again, making the satisfying sound of bones crunching, he then grabbed it by it's head, slamming it into his knee, knocking it unconscious. Then stabbed it through it's heart. 

 

By now his sword was covered in red blood, and it was splattered all over his armour and cloak, giving him an almost demonic look. He then grabbed his pistol from his belt with his shield hand and pulled it out, shooting several zombozos right between their eyes as they were running at him. He then ducked under the swing of one, throwing his sword up, and grabbed the creature's leg with his free hand. Yanking it out from under him, the sword falling back down right through the man's skull.

 

He then grabbed the sword, blasting a few more zombies, then hitting one on it's head with the handle of the pistol, and running a zombie through with his sword, then yanking it out, pressing the button. Once it had switched to dagger mode, he threw it, striking through a zombie's throat, and staying there, he then shoved his pistol back in it's holster, and ran over, tackling several zombies. He then yanked his dahher out of the zombie's throat, switching it into sword mode, and sliced a zombie that was ontop of him in half, spraying him with blood. As more and more zombies piled ontop of him, he curled his body up, then released it, floating in the air a bit. The zombies were all knocked off their feet and back atleast five metres, and he put his sword back into it's sheath, switching it to a dagger, and folded his shield up. His purple and red eyes went bloodshot, electrified, and berserk under his helmet.

 

His finger tips electrified a deadly shade of purple, sparking. He cast his hands out, his fingers curling, giving the zombies infront of him a nice tan, frying them. He'd created a wave of purple force lightning infront of him, keeping it that way, until the corpses of the zombies were smoking. He then stopped, and started force choking and grabbing zombies with the force and flinging them this way and that.

 

After a couple seconds, he'd had his fun with the force, he was soaked in blood and parts of zombies. He unclipped his sabre from his belt, and ignited the purplish hued blade, slicing through the few zombies that dared and managed to get close to him. He decapitated one, sliced another in half, then doing a swirl, sliding down to his feet, cutting their legs off. He then stamped his foot on the ground, screaming in pure anger, his skin getting paler, his veins getting darker and more visible under his skin, under his armour. The ground in an four metre radius became cratered, as if a pod or piece of a ship had landed in it, the zombies bones getting crushed or broken under the force, aswell as their vertebrae. His voice carried a couple metres infront of him, knocking three zombies back that were trying to rush him.

 

The ground around him electrified briefly, killing the zombies that were rendered paralysed. He then force leapt onto one of the zombies, stabbing through it's head. Then flipped his sabre upside down Starkiller style, and stabbed a zombie upward through it's stomach, into it's lungs, then it's heart. He then brought it around, decapitating a crawling zombie that was grasping at his legs. 

 

He stood there panting, in a form of pure rage.




#1871963 Aloha Archae | CIS Dominion of Archae Teuthis (U,40)

Posted by Taramaz Laurs on 16 October 2018 - 08:27 AM

Tags: Lirka Ka

Wearing: Coming Soon! basically though, Deathtrooper armour with some red on it.

Wielding: E-11D, seemingly part of the costume, and not real, but in reality, it is. And is perfectly capable of shooting. Pretty much, every weapon on the armour he wore was real, from the blaster to the grenades.

Theme: Can't Hold Us

Feeling: Flirty and Drunk!

 

"Alright pretty lady, got any specific drinks you want? bourbon? rum? eh, I'll get you an order of Rum."

 

He slid a pouch of credits across the table, equalling a couple over enough for thirty bottles of rum, which were then slid over to him. He then slid a dozen over to her, and opened one of his, turning to look at the pretty lady, taking a long sip. "Alright Ms Fine, tell me your tale." (Yay for references to TV shows that nobody else watches!) He laid back in his chair, occasionally taking sips from his drink, before eventually taking off his helmet, not really breaking the immersion of him being a Deathtrooper, he looked deadly, he had a Mandalorian Clan Crest tattooed on his neck, his long brown hair swept back, his short facial hair groomed to the point. His eyes shone a dark red in the left, and purple in the right. With a fierce sort of glint. His features defined in a good way, it either made him look like he just got cleaned, or was about to clean the floor, with your face. Depending on the situation. He kept his helmet by him. 




#1871945 Aloha Archae | CIS Dominion of Archae Teuthis (U,40)

Posted by Taramaz Laurs on 16 October 2018 - 06:35 AM

Tags: Lirka Ka

Wearing: Coming Soon! basically though, Deathtrooper armour with some red on it.

Wielding: E-11D, seemingly part of the costume, and not real, but in reality, it is. And is perfectly capable of shooting. Pretty much, every weapon on the armour he wore was real, from the blaster to the grenades.

Theme: Can't Hold Us

Feeling: Happy!

 

"A poor way to greet a lady would be to grab her by her hips and press the bodies together. Well, atleast a poor way if you weren't in a relationship, that is. Though I do apologise, and that's alot coming from a Mandalorian. So allow me to make amends, G'day M'lady."

 

He held out his hand in a jokingly gentleman fashion. "Shall we go get those drinks? I'm curious about how a beautiful woman such as yourself came to be a warrior." He stepped to the side, clearing a path to the Bar counter "After you, m'lady." He did a half bow, and offered Lirka a seat.

 

He primed his weapons, just incase, and pulled the knife a bit out of it's sheath, never can be too sure with warriors, especially if they get drunk. He then pulled out a bag of credits, opened it up, and tossed it into the crowd. Then shifted his position, moving the armour around abit, ready to follow Lirka.




#1871693 Cannibal Carnival | CIS Dominion of Miranda [R-41]

Posted by Taramaz Laurs on 15 October 2018 - 08:12 AM

Post: 3

Objective: 3 - City of the Living (City of the Sane)

Wearing: Obsidian-Type Strike ArmourKnight's Obsidian RingRomanus Shield

Wielding: Obsidian LightsaberMandalorian Heavy PistolK-406 Combat Ripper (On leather sash hung around torso) DXR6 Heavy Carbine (On back) Exalazorna-Class Folding Sword (In Dagger Sheath)

Theme: Wake the White Wolf - Metal

Tags: Alora Fae Alwine Lechner

 

He straightened up again, getting up, listening to the women. 

"I agree with both of you, we should get moving. Though I don't believe we should have any problems with dealing with the natives. I'll follow you two."

He got ready to follow them, and reloaded his silenced sniper with the Yellow Tibanna Gas Canister he used, and then reloaded his Carbine with the Blue Tibanna Gas Canister. He then pushed a button, his shield opening up, and unsheathed his Exalazorna Folding Sword, in dagger mode, then pressed a button. The blade extended and he was ready to follow the lovely women.




#1871433 Aloha Archae | CIS Dominion of Archae Teuthis (U,40)

Posted by Taramaz Laurs on 14 October 2018 - 09:42 AM

Tags: Lirika Ka

Wearing: Coming Soon! basically though, Deathtrooper armour with some red on it.

Wielding: E-11D, seemingly part of the costume, and not real, but in reality, it is. And is perfectly capable of shooting. Pretty much, every weapon on the armour he wore was real, from the blaster to the grenades.

Theme: Can't Hold Us

Feeling: Happy!

 

He walked towards the bar, ignoring the singing, and buying a few drinks. A couple glasses of whiskey and a few bottles o' rum, and he took of his helmet, and drank a glass of whiskey, and took notice of the Elf Lady's singing. His eyes widened in shock at how good she was, despite being drunk, and speaking Huttese. He kept drinking, ordering two chicken wings, and started eating them, tearing into the meat. When he'd finished his food, he went back to drinking, finishing the other glass of whiskey, and just for a bit of confidence, downed a bottle of rum. He then grabbed another bottle of rum, and started drinking from it.

 

He walked over to the Elf Lady, and put his helmet back on, pressing a button, creating a hole for him to down the rum, then threw it away. He grabbed the final bottle and closed his mask, the voice modulator activating, as he made his way through the crowd. He pushed and shoved, until he got over to the Elf Lady. "Hey, you." He pointed to Lirka, the Elf Lady. 

 

"You look like a warrior, name an achievement. Wait, don't bother, I don't need to know. All I know is, you look like a warrior, and I like that in a woman. How about I buy us a few drinks and we can exchange stories, maybe even go for a walk around town. See what we can find.

 

Dear Mandalore he hoped that the Elf Lady would accept, and he also hoped she spoke Basic. As he did deal with Hutts occasionally, he did not feel like translating into Huttese, it burned up his throat. Apart from that, he had nothing to fear, he had spent the better part of his life fighting. He was muscular, even for a Mandalorian, he stood at about eight foot three, he intimidated most people he came across. He had nothing to worry about.