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Taramaz Laurs

Taramaz Laurs

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Offline Last Active Mar 20 2019 08:35 AM
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#1921733 Aliit Acar | House Vi'dreya

Posted by Taramaz Laurs on 08 March 2019 - 09:55 PM

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Ship: Scimitar I-Class Star Courier

Wearing: Obsidian-Type Strike ArmourKnight's Obsidian RingObsidian Executor Boots (Style 2), Personal Cloaking Device

Wielding: Blood of the MassassiMandalorian Heavy Pistol

Tags: Darth Metus, Srina TalonAlkor CentarisOde Vi'dreyaDamsy CallatCardinal Vi'dreyaKishala Vi'dreyaBetty AmericusLace Vi'dreyaAllya Vi'Dreya

 

Theme: Hey Brother

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Taramaz stood there, watching, and listening. He was surprised about how few had noticed him, yet not as surprised as he thought he should be. He looked around, some were scowling at his brother, some were smiling, some wore a blank mask of expression, others he could not see. He could also sense the immense unrest growing, however. He was not mad, how could he be? Was he any better? He had been gone longer than his Isley had, though it was mostly not his fault, it was still his choice to not pursue his brother as soon as he could. He could feel his family shifting as Isley's speech went on, he could feel some of them reaching for things to grab and throw. 

 

He just stood there, and as the speech drew to a close, and starting marching forward, pushing his way through the crowd. He pushed his way out at the front, he made it halfway to Isley, when he felt a few objects approaching him from behind. He spun around, grabbing one of his sabers, and ignited it quickly, only one blade, quickly slicing the offending rocks and bottles, and other large, heavy, and sharp objects. He was pretty sure he even saw a dagger at one point. His saber cut through them all like butter, though, due to it's greatly enhanced cutting power. He then deactivated it, and put it back on his belt, and turned to keep walking. It was then that he heard his brother speaking to one of the women, presumably about a new child. He got to Isley, and stood by his side, turning around again. 

 

He eyed the crowd, giving them a harsh representation of who they would be messing with if they decided to attempt to attack his brother again. His right hand reached for, and grabbed one of his sabers, holding it ready. He then tapped a button on his wrist, and his ship hung around overhead, still cloaked, giving no sign of it's presence, ready to provide a quick evacuation for Isley should it be needed. He tapped another button, and his mask slid back over his face, and as he looked at the crowd, he got a quick bio on most of those gathered, he only paid attention to their names and a few of their accomplishments though. But he would be lying if he didn't run a check over their equipment aswell, he then tapped again, and the mask unfolded.




#1920161 Exodus Crash: A New Dawn | [ CIS, Allies & Natives ]

Posted by Taramaz Laurs on 04 March 2019 - 02:31 AM

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Location: City, near Allya Vi'Dreya

Allies: CIS & her Allies | 50  Dauntless Commandos (Thanks Luna Terrik)

Fighting With: 50 Dauntless Commandos

Post: #1

Equipment: Obsidian-Type Strike ArmourKnight's Obsidian Ring,Blood of the Massassi,Romanus Shield,Obsidian Executor Sword,Obsidian Executor BootsDC-17 Pistol

Theme: When the War is Over

Tags: Fedrig Allya Vi'Dreya Shia Kryze

 

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Flashback

 

The young boy ran to his parents, running from his bullies. He buried his face in the cloth of his dad's shirt, and cried, and cried, then turned to look at the bullies, who looked at the big Mandalorian man, and turned tail, scampering like frightened rodents. Then he was backed into a corner by the boys, who all held weapons, unlike the boy. They were all bigger now, and they walked ever closer, raising their weapons, but they never got a chance to strike. The vision darkened, and a eerie presence was felt, as all the boys felt a shadow bigger than all of them combined lean over. The boy saw a man cloaked in black robes standing behind the boys, who spun around quickly. They looked mortified, and something about that made the boy feel as if he should be too. His jaw dropped, and he backed up against the wall, and turned, seeing a glimpse of a pure red, and spikes and tentacle looking things under the hood. Then, he covered his face with his hands, sobbing, as he heard the sounds of four boys choking.

 

Then, the choking stopped, as quick as it had started, and was replaced by a snapping sound that echoed throughout the vision. Then, darkness crept from the man, like tendrils, filling up the empty space, shrouding them in pure darkness. He felt the weight on his feet subside, and he uncovered his eyes, hesitantly, looking around. He was floating, in a sea of pure blackness, void of everything. Then, out of nowhere, that same man appeared, from a doorway leading into a dark red glowing light. He extended his hand, and grabbed the boy, pulling him out of the nothingness. He then turned, and walked back through the door, and looked back, beckoning for the boy to follow. And woe be upon him, as he did.

 

Then, the darkness faded, faded into a house, warm and welcoming. The boy was older now, a man, clad in black robes of his own, matching those his saviour had worn all those years ago. He held the hilt of a saber with a blood red blade, and raised it. Stood before him were a man and woman, the ones who had raised him. Everything froze, and split into two. One was filled with darkness, and his eyes were glowing red. Red lightning sparking off of him, as he brought the blade down, cutting the ever loving elders down. Then, the other was filled, looking normal, and the man's saber sizzled, the crimson red blade retreating back into the hilt, and he collapsed, holding onto his father. 

 

"Ni draar ru'kir ganar payt ti ibac jag, Ni'm Ni ceta dad, even meh gar aren't ner veman solus, gar ganar su been jate'shya at ni than anybody else"

 

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Taramaz woke with a start. The now Sith Lord reconsidering what he had seen. He knew in his heart which was true, no matter what manipulation his master tried to pull, he knew he would never have been so cruel as to murder his own parents. Not even if it meant he was tortured for weeks on end for failing. He tried moving, but found no more movement than a few inches. Memories came flooding back to him, how the nukes had been dropped, the worms managed to make a house they were in collapse on top of them. Then the warnings came. God damn the warnings came. He reckoned there were more warnings than all the dangers in the entire battle combined. He slowly tried lifting the crumbling rocks up, to no success, he kept trying, before giving up, not wanting to waste his time and energy on it. He tried crawling out, but only managed to hit his head on another rock.

 

He looked around for a way out, and saw none. Slowly, coming to a decision, he curled himself up into a small ball, and stared gathering energy up in him. After about half a minute, he pushed it all out, aiming up, he launched the giant slab of rock off of him, and about 50 feet in the air. He then landed on his feet, the force repulse having pushed him up too. He then held his hand up, palm up, bent into a right angle at the elbow. And caught the giant rock, getting pushed down slightly from the impact, and then extended his hand forward, slowly lifting rubble off his commandos. The noise drawing a considerable amount of attention towards the house by the bridge. Slowly, one by one, the Commandos woke, dragging themselves out, and those who had already been awoken grabbed their still unconscious comrades. 

 

He looked up, and realised the piece holding him down had easily been a part of the roof, and the biggest there. He yelled out for the Commandos to start a head count, as he laid rubble down where there were empty places. The total came out to forty-seven, three off of the 50 he'd entered the house with. He laid down the large slab he'd been holding, and walked over to a pile, that could easily have doubled the roof piece in size, likely from another building aswell. Then braced himself, and started lifting with the force, making even more noise, it revealed two commandos, hidden in a crevice under the pile. Two commandos rushed in, and grabbed the, dragging them out. Another had his leg trapped under a piece of rubble, and about five commandos went, four trying to lift the rubble off of him. But it wouldn't budge, and seeing that the commando was the same that had lifted him up and helped him in the initial march.

 

He then headed forward, and lifted the rubble with his other hand, and another commando dragged their wounded brother out. As Taramaz started to crumble under the weight, the troopers didn't notice, and secured the perimeter. He looked around, his face contorting, as his helmet opened to give him fresh air. He pushed up, buying himself about two minutes time.




#1919205 Aliit Acar | House Vi'dreya

Posted by Taramaz Laurs on 01 March 2019 - 07:55 AM

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Ship: Scimitar I-Class Star Courier

Theme: Hey Brother

 

Wearing: Obsidian-Type Strike ArmourKnight's Obsidian RingObsidian Executor Boots (Style 2), Personal Cloaking Device

 

Wielding: Blood of the MassassiMandalorian Heavy Pistol

 

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It was cold, in the pilot's seat of the Scimitar, it always was. Normally, he'd have elected to use the more luxurious TC-500 Personal Transport, it was definitely suited for the longer travel he'd taken. But the TC-500 couldn't cloak itself to the naked eye, and sensors. And he needed that stealth ability, the very last thing he wanted to happen was to be attacked on site by his nieces, nephews, brothers and sisters of the Vi'dreya family. While he'd been gone since the birth of Darth Metus, he'd still met a few along the way, mainly, Ithiel Vi'Dreya, who he'd become rather friendly with. He didn't doubt he could hold them off long enough to cloak and slip away to his ship, and make his escape. He also didn't doubt his family's ability to track him down and hunt him to the ends of the universe. He'd been even more distant to his nieces and nephews than his own brother, Isley. 

 

Now, it would have been a mistake to think that Isley had sent him the co-ordinates for a family meeting by a mere accident. That being said, he did not expect to be welcomed warmly, quite the opposite actually. A colder welcome than the temperature of the Scimitar ship he'd received upon joining the Knight's Obsidian, another way he'd been keeping track of his [Younger?] brother, Isley, and protecting him. It did not matter now, though, the Scimitar was breaching orbit, heading a few clicks South of the co-ordinates. He flicked a switch, activating the ship's cloaking devices, shielding him from detection via eye contact, and scanners. Then, upon seeing the massive Fortress that Isley called 'home', whatever that meant to him, he slowed the ship, and corrected the destination, pulling the ship up, going low. 

 

He put the ship on auto-pilot, and headed to the ramp, the ship levelled out, aiming for the horizon. He hit the button to open the ramp, and grabbed his pistol, and tapped his ear, his mask extending and covering his face. The ship slowed as he looked down at the expanse below him. He tapped a button on his wrist, and the ship went lower, the ramp almost scraping the top of the wall as he stepped off calmly, grabbing the edge of the wall, his feet found footing on the wall, as he hooked the grappling hook onto a sturdy outcrop, and started lowing himself down on it. He rappelled half way down to the bottom, and once his feet touched the ground, he grabbed the hook with the force, detaching it, then reeled it back in. 

 

Then, the 8'6 Sith Lord turned, he'd conveniently landed in some greenery, bushes and behind a tree. He quickly ducked, and peaked out from them, watching. He tapped a button, activating his personal cloaking device, as he walked out from behind the shrubbery, out into the open, and into darkness and shadows cast by the wall. He pressed a button, and the cloaking device deactivated, the difference was minimal, the dark colours of his strike armour blending in with the darkness of the night. He tapped the side of his mask, and it retracted, however, he opted to keep his hood on. 

 

He started walking towards his brother, who he had only spoken to once or twice before. He towered over all of them, he could tell as he got closer. He only hoped they did not accuse him of lies, and of being a Mandalorian Spy, a spy for the filth who had betrayed Taramaz Laurs, and exiled him. The filth who he'd called his home, his parentage, his history. He scorned them, and refocused himself on what mattered. The here and the now, his family. Most of whom did not even know who he was. He said nothing, and stopped, standing about thirty feet from the border of the gathering, in clear view in the moonlight, like a vampire next to a candle. 

 




#1915657 Exodus Crash | CIS Invasion of UCM's Eshan Hex

Posted by Taramaz Laurs on 18 February 2019 - 08:34 AM

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Location: City Outskirts

Allies: CIS & her Allies | 50 Dauntless Commandos (Thanks Luna Terrik)

Objective: 1 – Crusade

Fighting With: 50 Dauntless Commandos

Post: #1

Equipment: Obsidian-Type Strike ArmourKnight's Obsidian RingBlood of the MassassiRomanus ShieldObsidian Executor SwordObsidian Executor BootsDual DC-17 Pistols

Theme: Indestructible

Tags: Alden Akaran (Possibly?)

 

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The Sith Lord, Taramaz Laurs, and his 50 or so Dauntless Commandos were advancing towards the city, shooting and destroying any SLaM droids they came across. There were many, yet nothing too challenging for the elite task force. One of the arguably more powerful Knights Obsidian leading the most elite, non force user group the Confederacy had to offer. It was a recipe for Liberation. Not just from his training, and raw skill, but from his weaponry aswell. His lightsabers could cut through Cortosis. They used two of the most powerful crystals he knew to exist. And dual wielding them? with black blades, a black cloak, and the Knight's Obsidian armour? He looked like something out of a nightmare, but nothing like his Master would have. He'd been shot from a distance a few times, stray bullets grazing him. Nothing to worry about, really, nothing his armour couldn't deal with. 

 

Currently, they were pinned down behind some rocks and debris from buildings, being shot at by something like a legion of SLaM droids. They were returned fire, but they were outmatched by the droids, as any organic force would be. They weren't gods, and they definitely weren't wearing heavy duty suits made of beskar, and the Knight's Obsidian Armour was good, but not good enough to stop an onslaught of blaster fire from Mandalorian droids from killing, maiming, or mortally wounding you. And the droids were getting bolder, slowly advancing on their position, and as they got closer, so did their shots to his commandos. Then, an idea came to mind, he looked to a Commando, and held his hand open, as if you were asking for somebody to throw you the ball in a game of Space Rugby. And the Commando grabbed two thermal dets, and threw one to the Sith Lord, then, in sync, primed and threw them, hiding back behind the cover. His hands rested on his lightsabers, they held a better chance at saving him than the Romanus on his wrist, or the shield in his Executor Sword. 

 

They waited for the-- boom! --  Sound of the dets going off, and then they heard the clanking of metal falling and hitting the ground. The Sith Commander of the force raised his right hand, holding his sabers, igniting the one in his left hand, two fingers pointed into the air, then at the enemy, then the air, then the enemy, as he signalled for the troops to leap over their cover, and start shooting. It reminded him briefly of stories he'd been told as a wee kiddy about how the Jedi of the Old Republic commanded and lead legions of Clones into battle during the devastating Clone Wars. Very much the same, except he was a Sith, leading clones of another man into battle for the Confederacy. Oh how the tables had turned. 

 

They leapt over their cover, guns blazing, the Sith Lord's sabers activated, all four blades showing off. If the enemy droids knew emotion, the only one they would be capable of feeling right now would be fear, and they'd be leaking oil like a gutted Rancor leaks blood. The Sith walked forward calmly, deflecting blaster bolts, he then lunged forward, impaling a droid through the head, then followed through, slicing the saber out of the droid's head, and decapitated another, ducked under a droid trying to hit him with their blaster. Then, he spun around, slicing said droid in half, and kept slicing through them, then, when only four remained in the group opposing him directly, he deactivated his sabers, and grabbed them with the force, then made hand movements like one would when scrunching up a piece of paper, and the droids lifted up, scrunching up into a ball of droid parts. Their metal warped from the force exerted on them, and they grinded against, being crushed, emitting a god-awful sound. 

 

He then let go, and the droids fell down, still in a ball, their systems crushed, and destroyed. He then turned back to face the way his force were marching, and saw the commandos finish off the grounds, knocking them down and shooting them. Then, out of nowhere, a droid leapt onto his back, holding a blade near his neck, trying to stab the tall Sith Lord. Thankfully, one of the commandos shot the droid, said commando happened to be the one that passed him a det earlier. While Taramaz knew the commando couldn't see any facial expression from the Sith Lord, he smiled, gratefully. Then, he signalled to keep marching. They would stop to rest at a friendly field camp they could see in the distance. Better to save the troops energy for now, and have them walk to their rest, than exhaust them running to salvation that would, in return, not repay their efforts. 

 

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They had been marching for only a few minutes, but that's when Taramaz saw it, a Star Destroyer falling, in line to hit the city, more specifically, a part of it's engine, falling faster, on course to land 20, maybe 30 metres ahead of them. And judging by the fact it was on on fire due to damage, and looked very unstable, it was going to land more than close enough to explode, and send debris, shrapnel, etc flying at the commandos. Then, Taramaz saw a small squadron, maybe six star fighters, all also on a crash course. About four friendlies, and two unidentified, possibly a third party.

 

Then, he was yelling out to his troopers.

 

"BRACE! GET TO COVER, MOVE, MOVE, MOVE! ROCKS, ANYTHING SOLID, WE'VE GOT AN ENGINE COMING DOWN ON US!"

 

Yes, technically brace was a term used with ships, but it seemed fitting. Taramaz, as the leader, naturally stood, looking around. There was no cover, and one of the fighters had landed somewhere behind them. Taramaz, too concerned with checking on the pilot's status, almost missed the engine. About five seconds before it hit, he threw his hands forward, feet back, as if one was trying to stop a wall from crushing them. Then, the engine hit, and exploded. It sent shock waves rippling towards the commandos, shock waves that Taramaz took the blunt of. The ground shook, and bits of metal, both big, small and microscopic shrapnel, even an energy wave from the engine's stored power flew at them, looking to crush and kill them. but they didn't. Taramaz had used the force to form an invisible shield to protect the troops. They stood, and watched in wonder as bits of metal and debris, and other forces hit the invisible wall, and ricocheted off in another direction. The barrage of forces ended in about thirty seconds.

 

But the barrier stayed for thirty seconds after, for good measure against shrapnel that they could not see. Then, he collapsed, the same trooper who had helped him, and potentially saved his life lunged, and caught him, holding him up. He put his arm around the commando, and leaned on him, the Commando was tall too, 7'6, if Taramaz had to guess. not as tall as him, but enough to support the massive Sith Lord. He hadn't even noticed the countless millions of danger warnings that had been flashing on his HUD. They disappeared shortly after, then got replaced by reports on his physical status, he had over-exerted himself, every thing that had hit the shield was like it had hit him, just trading in physical damage for exhaustion.

 

He put one of his sabers back on his belt, holding the other in the hand that wasn't holding onto a Commando, one blade ignited to make up for the commandos new found weakness, he could only shoot with one hand due to holding his Commanding Officer up with the other, but a lightsaber blocking blaster bolts from hitting you equally made up for that. Then, Taramaz saw the entire Star Destroyer plunge into the city, his face dropped with grief. He ordered his suit to inject him with energy stims and healing stims immediately. And the suit complied.

 

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Then, Taramaz, feeling newly energised, and healed. Raised his hands, and a few of the Commandos formed up behind him, holding him up, whether or not it actually helped him, nobody could care, it was the thought that counted. They didn't want their commander to sacrifice himself for them again. Taramaz put up that force barrier again, and everybody grouped up. 

 

The shock wave hit first, the ground shook like it was an earthquake. He saw atleast one building crumble. Then, everything flew at him, hitting the shield he'd put up, luckily, because of the distance, it was a lot less forceful, and easier to hold up against. Warnings flashed onto his HUD again, and every time his suit advised him to stop, he ordered it to put another stim into him. He couldn't tell whether it was dirt, metal from the ship, metal and concrete from the city, or wood and stones from the outskirts of the city that was hitting him. Probably all of it. But he couldn't distinguish between them, he was pushing himself to keep the barrier up. This barrage lasted for about a minute, and he held it for another thirty seconds, same as before, before he collapsed again, held up by his troopers. They then sat down behind a rock, facing away from the city.

 

Taramaz didn't spot it until the last minute, but one of the ship's from when the engine crashed was flying towards the ship that had landed behind them, and he raised his hand, stopping the ship right before it made contact with the one that had already taken it's place in the dirt behind the CIS Forces, then gently laid to to rest beside the other ship. He lowered his arm, breathing heavy, and his mask folded bask, as he breathed in fresh, unfiltered air. It was free of shrapnel, thank god. He just sat there, resting, waiting.




#1912796 The Winter Long [Knights Obsidian + invite]

Posted by Taramaz Laurs on 11 February 2019 - 07:30 AM

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Wearing:  Knight's Obsidian RingObsidian-Type Strike ArmourHidden Blades

 

Wielding:  Blood of the MassassiAlterra MK. 1 Fusion Rifle, two Mandalorian Heavy Pistol

 

Theme: Well now they know

 

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Cold. So Cold. He knew it was a winter dimension, but he wasn't prepared for this. He had to admit, the KO armour and the Archivists spell worked wonders. It appeared that he was in some sot of cave, with lots of holes in the walls, and lots of clicking and buzzing noises. It wasn't long before giant, man sized bugs flew at him, knocking him over, biting at his face with their large mandibles. His mask quickly covered his face, just intime to block one of the creature's from getting a tooth stuck into him. The giant sabre tooth hit the mask's metal so hard, it chipped, and cracked. The Sith Lord quickly grabbed one of his sabers, activating the black blade against the bug freak's cold, leathery skin, piercing it, and killing it, he then pushed it off of him with the force, and got up, grabbing his other saber, and ignited it too. The black blades burned like an open fire.

 

"Great. A hive."

 

More bugs rushed at him, and he pushed back, slicing them up into bug sushi. It wasn't long before a giant queen came out, and rushed at him. His blades cut her up with slightly more difficulty, but nothing compared to a normal lightsaber. He then walked out of the cave, his black cape trailing in the harsh winds of a blizzard. His comms picked something up. 

 

"Candosan. STATIC Candosan? STATIC Getting this?"

 

"STATIC Stay away from the Jetpacks. STATIC Reversing. STATIC STATIC."

 

His suit wasted no time pinpointing the signal's origins. From the comms of the man he'd met before he left. He almost forgot the bag, and quickly force pulled it over to him, slipping it onto his back, easily shouldering the weight. He then started moving towards the signal's origins. Wading through the blizzard, the snow was starting to mess with him, covering up his vision. He wiped off his visor quickly, and kept pushing. It wasn't long before he encountered tracks of a large beast, heading towards the signal. The claws were long, and jagged, they didn't seem to have pattern to them, but that could just be the snow messing with the tracks. He picked up his pace, stomping through the harsh snow. Growing ever closer to the hungering beast, and his unfortunate prey.

 

Growing tired of the blizzard's block of his vision, he reached out with the force, stopping it for a solid 30 feet infront of him, just long enough to see a man waist deep in snow, and a large, foul wolf like creature nearby. It looked to be a feline, with long, sabre sharp, teeth, long claws, thick fur, and a tough build. He ran over to the beast, and dropped the bag, force leaping over to the beast. He brought his sabers down like a knife to try and chop it, but the beast was too fast, dodging, and brought it's massive paws down to try and slash his back open. He, while not as fast, still managed to dodge, and switched his blades off, igniting them and slashing at the creature only when he attacked the beast. Before long, both grew tired of the exchange, and the Sith Lord, felt his anger growing at not being able to kill this beast, letting his guard down. He swung at the beast, a mistake that nearly cost him his life.

 

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The beast knocked him onto his back, his lightsabers knocked out of his hands aswell. Then the beast swung downward, in an attempt to crush the Sith Lord. A mistake that cost the creature it's life instead. The Sith Lord blasted the beast with force lightning. The purple electricity lit up the space around them in a faint pinkish purple glow for a solid minute, as the Sith Lord fried the beast, it's nerves and muscles locking from electric shock. He then force pushed the beast backwards, and ended the barrage of deadly electricity. The beast's body landed ten feet away, smoking, it's once beautiful white and grey fur now a charred and burnt black.

 

He force pulled his lightsabers to him, placing them on his belt, then marched over to the man being swallowed by the sand, and grabbed his wrist, pulling Ithiel Vi'Dreya out of the sand quickly. It appears technology worked different, but strength did not. As within minutes, the man was free.




#1907271 The Winter Long [Knights Obsidian + invite]

Posted by Taramaz Laurs on 28 January 2019 - 07:16 AM

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Wearing:  Knight's Obsidian RingObsidian-Type Strike ArmourHidden Blades

 

Wielding:  Blood of the MassassiAlterra MK. 1 Fusion Rifle, two Mandalorian Heavy Pistol

 

Theme: Well now they know

 

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Taramaz noticed a man in the corner, he had two bags, he recognised them as a favourite for transporting gear in colder weather. His mask's HUD pulled up a profile on him, as soon as it saw his face.

 

Name: Ithiel Verd

Aliases: Ithiel Vi'Dreya

Age: 21

Heritage: Isley Verd (Patriarch) | Vesphira So'Kil

Criminal Record: N/A

Description:

 

The flash of information drew so much of his concentration, he barely noticed the archivists' protection. Nothing he needed, all a man needed to get through anything was a bottle of Hickie Doniels' whiskey, determination, a cause, and rage. All four he possessed, the most important tucked into his survival kit, which held a medpac, cloak to keep the cold out, re-breather, butterfly knife, multi tool, rations, and emergency water filter. Made of a flame-retardant leather, of course. He started walking towards the man, his rifle attached to his back via the magnetic grip. When he got close enough, his helmet pulled back on itself, the information on the man before him disappearing. The mask's plates pulled back, and shows off the scars on the eight foot mans face.

 

He had one from the top right to bottom left from Aikhibba, and a scar on his cheek from Triffis. He had a purple eye, and a red eye, both real. He then held his hand out to man hug Ithiel, another Knights Obsidian member, and a Vi'Dreya, one of the Vicelord's children. He was six foot four, noticeably shorter than the tall, eight foot executor, by about two feet. So he went a bit lower for the man hug.

 

"Hello There"

 

A simple greeting, but a greeting nonetheless. He supposed that if he should be going to an almost certain death, he may aswell get a friend to make sure everybody else got back safely. Besides, if he made it out... all the better. He sat down next to the man after giving him a quick look over. He pulled out a syringe with a weird coloured liquid in it, the liquid looked sludgy, and it couldn't be described by a colour, he injected it into himself, a cure for the disease of Aikhibba, usually he'd have already injected it, but he was trying to conserve it. It was his late five syringes, and last weak of it, he didn't need as much. Either way, he put the syringe back, and closed his kit/backpack, then looked over at Ithiel Vi'Dreya, and at the two bags. They were a favourite choice for storing things in colder weather. 

 

"Gear for the mission? knives, blankets, and a shelter kit? and some thermal gear? a nice pick. I've got something similar. Though no real thermal gear. I've got a cloak in my kit, that's about it. Need any help getting those into the other dimension?

 

He didn't wait for an answer, and just grabbed a bag, then grabbed the tear portal machine, and pressed it, a tear formed, and rolled from his right eye, the red one. And he disappeared. 




#1905909 The Winter Long [Knights Obsidian + invite]

Posted by Taramaz Laurs on 24 January 2019 - 01:36 AM

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It was cold. Too cold. The Room was big. Not big enough. Even if the room was empty, the topic that the Knight's Obsidian had to face would still have filled it, and more. Kids being kidnapped right out of their own homes, no traces, no bodies, nothing. Impossible, everything left some clue. The Archivists had found that clue, they were taken to another dimension. That seemed even more absurd. Travelling to another dimension. It was impossible, it had to be. This had to be the latest trick by the Confederacy's leaders to try and get the Knight's Obsidian to lighten up. Either way, the Executor had to see it through, joke or not. The costs would've been too great to fake the back stories, records, everything. The kids weren't a joke.

 

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He paid no attention to the speech, as soon as he walked into the room, he pushed his way through the crowd, which was relatively easy. Given he was eight foot something, and not exactly a stick. He put his name down, one of the first four. It still seemed crazy. Infact, it was crazy how he just put his name down for this, how optional it was. The whole thing seemed crazy. Travelling to another dimension, I mean, it made sense for it to be optional, especially with the high risk. The other dimension seemed crazy, always snowing, always freezing. The pathways to it were completely unrelated, a candle, a drop blood, and a tear. No amount of explaining could convince him they were all relevant to the next dimension.

 

He spent most of the time sitting in a corner, paying the speech no attention, just thinking. He wasn't in a relationship with anybody, he didn't plan to be in one. Despite the comment a female he didn't remember the name of had made of him. Something about most females would love him, an eight foot, muscular, Sith Lord, Mandalorian. He didn't take too much note of it. But thinking about it, he looked around, a few people were passing glances at him, some were staring, but nobody was drooling over him, from what he could see atleast. A decent half of the people in the room were wearing helmets or masks of some kind. He turned his head back down, thinking.

 

The only relationship that he ever had, that meant anything to him, was with his baby Ouroboros Krayt Dragon. The she-devil he'd named Lilo, and nicknamed Dawn, because that's when she liked to wake him up. As soon as you could see light. It was hard to believe he got any sleep, with when he went to bed, and when he woke up. She was cute, and damn near crushed him half the time. Apparently he was her favourite bed, not the actual bed he slept on. No, no, he had to learn to sleep with a big scaly puppy sleeping on him.

 

He looked around again, trying to find anybody he recognised. As if on cue, the speaker announced the leader of the mission, Madalena Antares (Scherezade deWinter). He remembered the name from the Fall of the Fortressa. He looked around, and saw her face, enough to trigger a few memories from the battle. He remembered seeing her on the security camera, which reminded him of the four Commandos that had pinned him in there. He was then reminded of the path they carved together, the paths they carved without each other. The fight was glorious, droids were so easy to cute through. Barely any inconsistency, like the bones, flesh, muscles, etc that organics possessed. He remembered her doing some short of super force power, destroying an entire room, he remembered how he watched her get thrown into the reactor by a giant droid, how he thought she would be dead from the impact.

 

He then remembered how he saved her from the reactor falling on her. He could call it even though, she'd saved him with her super force power, in theory, and he'd saved her, in theory. He was still trying to figure out what would've happened if he hadn't held onto the reactor for her to get out from it. She was more than a capable Knight, she was an excellent Knight. He stretched his left arm, cracking it. It was dislocated during the fight with the boss droid, but it was healing, he was healing. He wasn't entirely sure whether or not he should go to another dimension so soon after the battle. But then again, his doctor hadn't exactly said 'No inter-dimensional travel for a month.'

 

The speech had ended while he was reminiscing on history. He got up, his armour ran a systems check, turning up green signals, everything at 100%. He'd got a new set of armour after the Fortressa, his old one had been bashed up pretty good, and his sabers had stopped working too. So, he built two new ones. They took the same shape and style as the old ones, crimson blades, roughly standard Knights Obsidian design, slightly modified. But, the main difference was that they had two blades, not like a dual saber, more like Exar Kun's lightsaber. A single bladed hilt, with two blades in it. It had taken him a while to complete, and get used to, but it'd worked. Said lightsabers were on his belt, clipped on. 

 

He started walking around, looking for people to talk to. Deep down, he knew something would go wrong in the mission, he didn't know what, or how. But he just knew it would. He had a bad feeling about this.

 




#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.