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Aryn Spar

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#1652350 Civil War: First Strike | Mandalorians

Posted by Aryn Spar on 13 October 2017 - 01:22 PM

Sundari Palace
Allies: Death Watch | Atiniir StarriderNarir Tracyn
Enemies: Insurgents
 
Aryn felt uneasily around the wound under his armor, lips thin and his eye wandering around the room.
 
It seemed that they had already seized the palace, or at least the guards were now in support of them. The city would likely take some more time to actually secure, but he doubted that it would pose much of a problem. The only fierce resistance they had encountered so far had come from that Sniper, and they were but one. The Togorian frowned slightly, pulling out the small strip of cloth and checking the blood that had seeped into it. His scowl deepened.  "Fetch me a kit."
 
Aryn told one of the men standing in the corner of the room, though he had no idea if the request could even be fulfilled.
 
Medical supplies were no doubt rather short in Sundari at this time, but he doubted that the Palace had not a single one floating around. He shifted slightly, pulling at the strap of his armor and removing the heavy pauldron from over his wound. He allowed the Beskar to clatter to the ground with a heavy thunk. His eye floated to the wound in his shoulder, the grotesque reddish flesh already shriveling up. He scowled and then stepped forward.
 
There was nothing he could do at the moment. 
 
Sundari had fallen, whether it knew it or not. The palace was now controlled entirely by Death Watch, hundreds of soldiers and former prisoners spreading throughout the structure to secure doors, windows, and every tunnel they could find. Aryn stalked across the room, reaching back with his good hand and grasping a small bundle from his belt pouch. He pulled free a large blue strip of cloth, unfurling a banner decorated with splotches of old blood. He stepped besides the throne for just a moment before draping the flag over the back of the tall stone back.
 
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#1651899 Civil War: First Strike | Mandalorians

Posted by Aryn Spar on 12 October 2017 - 11:39 AM

Sundari Palace
Allies: Death Watch | Atiniir Starrider
Enemies: Insurgents | Kal Ordo
 
A howl of rage erupted from Aryn as the bullet struck him.
 
The gaps between his beskar plates presented at just the right time for the shot, the bullet slipping between the heavy metal. It sliced through flesh and tore muscle within his shoulder, cutting through and biting into him. Flaming agony erupted from the wound, Aryn immediately clutching his shoulder as he ducked behind the nearest column. His hand slick with blood he moved to tear a strip of cloth from his tunic. The Togorian stuffed it beneath the plates, pressing it against the wounds.
 
"Coward." Aryn growled quietly, his eye wandering up the steps.
 
There was only a dozen or so left before he could make it inside the palace. His shoulder ached, though he had no idea how much damage the bullet had actually done. He frowned, flexing his fingers and noting he could still move his arm at the very least.
 
As he rotated his arm he could feel a slight cink, a small whimper of pain escaping his throat as he felt the bullet dig a bit deeper into his flesh. The small round hadn't exited his flesh, meaning he would have to find a surgeon later. The Togorian growled, then slowly pressed himself against the column. He looked up, and then suddenly bounded forward. He bolted as fast as he could, rushing between the columns and reaching the great stone door of the Palace. He halted not a breath, slamming through the entrance and stampeding into the throne room.
 
Immediately he shouted at those Death Watch already present. "Seal the doors!"
 
He would take no chances.
 
"Contact those we have outside." There were thousands now. "Find that sniper!"



#1651435 Civil War: First Strike | Mandalorians

Posted by Aryn Spar on 11 October 2017 - 12:41 PM

Sundari Palace
Allies: Death Watch | Atiniir Starrider
Enemies: Insurgents | Kal Ordo
 
Aryn dashed forward.
 
He moved as fast as he could, his bulk bouncing up and down as he rushed towards the palace. The long extending catwalk carried him directly into the open square in front of the palace, a massive space where usually a crowd gathered. Now it was filled with flames and corpses, a dozen or so men and women still fighting as Palace security tried to beat back the Death Watch whom had made their way here.
 
The Togorian heard the comm call through the small device in his ear, Atiniir signalling he'd taken the security offices.
 
A scowl pulled across his lips as he half turned, moving off the straight path he'd been taken and dashing towards the left. He had no idea where his foe was, no idea if the sniper was in front of him, to the left, or to the far reaches of the palace itself. None of that mattered however, and as he banked to the left Aryn let out a roar. He leaped forward and grasped onto a small ledge, pulling himself up almost instantly and scratching the heavy stone as he slammed down onto a high walkway.
 
For a moment he glanced around.
 
His eye flickered over the distant buildings, attempting to spot a glint or another sign of the marksmen.
 
A low growl rolled through his throat, and slowly Aryn began to ascend the stairs. He took measured steps, watching carefully and moving erratically. He knew that he was an easy target, but the thick stone columns on the way to the Palace's throne room made for good defensive positions. He just had to make sure to move between them quickly.



#1651419 Name changes on Sub-Accounts

Posted by Aryn Spar on 11 October 2017 - 12:00 PM

Right.

Support all you want, but even the OP acknowledges that its bugged. When/if its not bugged, we'll implement this suggestion, because its a karking no-brainer.

But its bugged. Like the movie A Bugs Life. But not nearly as fun or entertaining.

Its bugged.

Bug, bug bug bug bugged.

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#1650737 Civil War: First Strike | Mandalorians

Posted by Aryn Spar on 10 October 2017 - 07:24 AM


Sundari Streets
Allies: Death Watch | Atiniir Starrider
Enemies: Insurgents | Kal Ordo

 

He roared as one of the men besides him exploded into a pink mist, a bullet having struck him directly in the hip. The man moaned and screamed in pain, offering a litany of curses that seem to resound and rebound within the closed buildings of Sundari.

 

Men and women scrambled around him, some armored and some wearing only the ragged tunics the Prison had given them

 

"COWARDS!" Aryn's voice boomed loud enough for half of Sundari to hear him, his voice carrying for what seemed like miles as it echoed again and again against the buildings around him. His voice shook with anger and rage, his feet carrying him forward directly towards the palace. 

 

He knew that finding a sniper within Sundari was next to hopeless, the idea of tracking anyone in this place was near impossible. At the distance Kal was from him Aryn could not pick up his scent, and the silence of the rifle along with the calamity that was the Death Watch prisoners meant that hearing him was entirely out of the question. So Aryn did the only thing he could do, he ran as fast as he could towards the palace, distancing himself from the others.

 

He made himself a target.

 

It was a foolish, stupid thing to do, but he was faster than the others and hitting him from any sort of distance would be difficult enough...at least that was what he hoped.

 

The Togorian broke into a sprint, his feet digging into the ground as he raced towards the front of the palace. He moved as fast as he could, the heavy beskar armor that hugged his body clinking as he rushed towards his goal.




#1650579 Civil War: First Strike | Mandalorians

Posted by Aryn Spar on 09 October 2017 - 09:12 PM

Sundari Streets
Allies: Death Watch | Atiniir Starrider
Enemies: Insurgents
 
A dozen or so men surged behind him as the Togorian stomped towards the distant palace.
 
He would have taken a speeder, but the lights within Sundari had turned out and fighting had turned nasty. It seemed that some of the occupants did not wish to support their new Mand'alor, and the newly released prisoners had quickly taken to changing their minds. Aryn paid it no mind of course, things would be chaotic for a time, but once he held the Palace it would all be settled, and once they held Mandalore it would all be forgotten.
 
The Togorian trampled a flyer beneath his foot, claws tearing through a propaganda poster depicting the rise of a 'new mandalore' after the desolation.
 
He scowled.
 
In the distance the palace loomed, beautiful glass columns and walls lining the structure. He peered at it for a moment, his walk slowing to a crawl as he spotted half a dozen figures moving about the top half of the palace itself. He frowned, his good eye trying to spot if they wore any sort of emblem. His frown deepened when he saw no sign of their affiliation towards Death Watch. He had hoped the Palace would fall easily, that he would not have to kill more.
 
Yet it seemed the fools had not yet learned. "Strike from the east and west of the palace."
 
Aryn would take the North, directly into the central entrance. The Togorian scowled and then stalked forward, his heavy footfalls trampling against the duracrete floors. There would be more blood, there would be more pain, but it would be worth it in the end.



#1650380 Civil War: First Strike | Mandalorians

Posted by Aryn Spar on 09 October 2017 - 02:54 PM

Sundari Prison
Allies: Death Watch | Atiniir Starrider
Enemies: Insurgents
 
"Break the doors." Aryn stepped up to the railing, his eyes filtering across the transparisteel prisons.
 
There were thousands kept here.
 
Not all of them were Death Watch, not all of them were righteous, but it didn't matter. There were murderers and killers down there, criminals and those who had deserved nothing less than to be here, but for Aryn they were servants. They were men and women who would follow Ra, and that was enough. His fingers laced around the durasteel beam in front of him, his voice booming to the other three members of Death Watch as they flanked him. "Break them free!"
 
Another howl of cheers roared through the prison.
 
The next few minutes was spent with each of the prisoners being broken free. Terminals were sliced, manual overrides were smashed into place, and within a hares breath those who had been trapped here began to flood the prison itself. They roared and cheered, they bounded out towards the exits, running wild. Aryn watched them with a weary eye.
 
"Go!" He shouted. "Take Sundari!"
 
He would seize this city and it's throne.
 
A gift for his Mand'alor.

The Togorian watched the flood of prisoners below, a small smile forming on his features. A moment passed, and then he slowly turned away. Atiniir Starrider would gather the remaining guards, a force that would likely prove useful, but Aryn would move on ahead to the Palace. He had no idea what awaited him there, but it was the key to this city, and he would have it.



#1650297 Bayr Tki'r

Posted by Aryn Spar on 09 October 2017 - 11:47 AM

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OUT OF CHARACTER INFORMATION

  • Intent: To sub a fortress for Death Watch
  • ‚ÄčImage Credit: J.C Park, me, Ra Vizsla
  • Canon: N/A
  • Links: N/A

SETTING INFORMATION

  • Military Base Name: Bayr Tki'r
  • Classification: Defensive Fortress
  • Location: Concordia
  • Affiliation: Death Watch
  • Population:

The Bayr as many people simply call it isn't an overly large outpost. At maximum capacity the fortress can only hold about Two thousand men and women, and this number is pushing it's capacity. Generally the Bayr is only garrisoned by about seven hundred men and women, usually kept only as an outpost and prison where more valuable detainees can be safely held. In an emergency however the Bayr Tki'r can fill to the prim.

  • Accessibility: 

As might be expected, the Bayr Tki'r is absolutely located in the middle of nowhere.

 

Concordia was long ago mined to almost desolation. The Bayr sits within the middle of the worlds most hazardous mining zone. All around it are marked cliffs and dugout sinkholes, deep pits and expansive layers of mining waste. The fortress itself has been dug into one of these former mines, buried and reinforced with heavy durasteel plates. The Bayr is also hidden within the mountains, making it difficult to spot from high above.

 

Getting to the Bayr is not a simple task, by foot, speeder, or even air. 

  • Description: 

The Bayr Tki'r is not a pretty structure, it is not beautiful and it was most certainly not built to catch anyone's eye. The building is mostly buried within the an old mine, hidden from view. The only thing that is readily apparent above the surface is a large hangar bay door and two towers sticking out of the mountain rock. Every bit of the fortress blends into its surroundings, holding the same drab gray as the stone.

 

Bayr is a fortress, and it's inside as well as outside reflects this to perfection. The entire place was created to hold Warriors, and thus every hall, every room, and every little alcove is bare to the bone. Everything is streamlined and well put together, from the barracks to the Armory.

 

It is clear that while it was being constructed the Architect had only war in mind. The corridors are winding and confusing, with many alcoves and pockets. Auto-turrets and blast doors are everywhere, and the prison cells sit at the deepest part of the mine. The Bayr is a structure designed for a fight, and only for those who know it.

 

POINTS OF INTEREST

Hangar: The Hangar bay is the most obvious feature of the Bayr. Located in the site of the Mine's old staging quarters, the hangar bay is an expansive area hold enough to hold two transports and a squadron of fighters. The bay itself is well organized and put together, no tools out of place and everything finely squared away.

 

The door of the Hangar Bay is a massive Durasteel blast door reinforced with Titanium and length of Beskar film. The door is meant to take a beating, Ray shield projectors hovering over it in case the blast door were ever to fail. This is the only known entrance and exit to the Bayr, and it's defenses reflect that.

 

Command Tower: The only other section of the Fortress that is found above the ground.

 

The Command Tower is where all communications to and from the Fortress occur. This structure is built of durasteel and duracrete, lined with fiberplast and painted to match the surrounding rock face. The Command Tower blends into the environment and holds various tools that the garrison of the Bayr Tki'r regularly utilize in their day to day activities. Without the command tower the Bayr would lose communications, though it could still function well enough.

 

Barracks: The Barracks are the living space of those who reside within the fortress.

 

Plain as one might imagine, most of the barracks are nothing more than communal showers, large rooms containing racks of beds, and of course other amenities that soldiers require. There is nothing fancy about the barracks, though hardly anyone complains about them.

 

The Barracks are located very close to the Armory.

 

Armory: Containing most weapons stored within the fortress, the Armory is one of the most well defended areas of the entire structure. Auto-turrets, three blast doors, as well as a twenty four hour guard stand watch over the weapons kept inside of the armory. Located closely to the Barracks, the Armory is incredibly important if the Bayr were ever to be attacked by enemies of Death Watch.

Despite it's important status, most men and women carry their own weapons within the Bayr.

 

Prison: Located at the very bottom of the fortress hundreds of meters below the earth, the Prison of the Bayr Tki'r is one of the most secure places in the entire galaxy.

 

This isn't a boast, and also isn't due to any special security measure that the fortress itself takes. The fact of the matter is that the prison is quite plain. It has standard cell doors, standard ray shield projectors, auto-turrets and of course blast doors.

 

The trouble with escaping this prison is the fact that between you and the exit sits an entire structure filled to be the brim with Mandalorian Soldiers. The prisons location at the very bottom means that any escapee would have to traverse the Bayr's maze like tunnels, all the while fighting against some of the best soldiers the galaxy has ever seen.

 

DEFENSES

Though not the most well defended Fortress in the entire galaxy, the Bayr Tki'r is perhaps one of the most easily defensible.

 

The entire structure is built into a mountainside, and there is only one way in and one way out. The mine that had once been the Bayr is built hundreds of meters into the ground, and its tunnels have all be reconstructed and reinforced with durasteel plates and rebar, keeping the structure up and secure. The entire complex is a complex woven interlace of hundreds of tunnels, almost maze like in their construction. Dozens of blast doors, ray shield projectors, and auto-turrets line the halls.

 

The fortress itself is dug deep into the mountain, meaning it is incredibly resistant against most forms of attack, even orbital bombardment. The two exposed parts of the building are the command tower and the hangar bay door. These are both protected by a powerful shield generator within the facility itself. The door to the Hangar bay is triple thick durasteel reinforced with a ray shield projector.

 

All in all the Bayr Tki'r is hardly the most impenetrable fortress in the galaxy, but it is one of the most well defended. Those who enter the Bayr rarely leave it without permission of the Death Watch, and fighting ones way inside is a nightmare that even most Sith would shy away from.

 

HISTORICAL INFORMATION

The Bayr Tki'r is not an ancient or old fortress, in fact it is less than just a few months old.

 

It was constructed originally at the behest of Aryn Spar.

 

The building was set to become a defensive fortification for the Death Watch lead by Aryn. Constructed to become the last vestige of freedom should Death Watch ever be eradicated. It was commissioned during the first reign of Ra, when the crusades tore through the galaxy and the Mandalorians were at their apex.

 

Though construction was slow, the mines were reinforced, the tunnels were rebuilt, and the hangar bay at the top of the Bayr was constructed in short order.

 

Things were nearly finished when Ra disappeared, his death shattering much of the confidence held by Death Watch. 

 

As soon as the loss of the Mand'alor was announced many people fled from the project, deciding their time was better spent elsewhere. The Bayr Tki'r stood untouched for some time, fading away from memory until only very recently. 

 

Aryn returned to the structure some months ago, using resources from Clan Spar and other supporting Mandalorians to finally finished the construction of the Bayr. 

 

The Fortress now serves it's intended purposes.




#1650028 Civil War: First Strike | Mandalorians

Posted by Aryn Spar on 08 October 2017 - 09:54 PM

Sundari Prison

Allies: Death Watch | Atiniir Starrider

Enemies: Insurgents

 

Aryn swept forward like a torrent, his claws dug deep into the first man in his way. Beskar sliced through armor and cloth, cutting the mans chest and sending a spurt of blood over the floor. A loud growl escaped his throat as a Blaster bolt struck his pauldron, his eye locking on the one who'd shot.

 

A scowl pulled at his lips.

The man glared at him, his face half frozen in fear as his hands began to shake. The Togorian scowled and then took a single step forward, grasping the mans rifle and slowly crushing the bare metal within his palm. There was a loud creak, as the weapon crumpled in on itself. Aryn scowled, glaring down at the weak little man. "Run."

 

The single word made the guard bound out and towards the door.

 

Pathetic. Aryn thought to himself with the shake of a head.

 

The guards here were not true Mandalorians, they were weaklings who'd forgotten himself. This world had been ravaged and destroyed, it's people had lost much, but yet it seemed that instead of growing strong they had fallen in upon themselves. Aryn scowled, turning towards the long stretch of corridor. Just beyond he could see the open space of the cells, great transparisteel cells numbering in the hundreds. Without further hesitation he stepped forward.

 

"My brothers!" His voice boomed out within the Prison. "Ra has returned."

 

He'd never been much of an orator, but the cheer his proclamation received an uproarious shout worthy of the Mand'alor himself. "Let those of you who would serve him be free."




#1649991 Aryn's Maul

Posted by Aryn Spar on 08 October 2017 - 08:47 PM

OUT OF CHARACTER INFORMATION

  • Intent: To Sub a proper weapon for Aryn
  • Image Source: N/A
  • Canon Link: N/A
  • Restricted Missions: N/A
  • Primary Source: Me, I'm great.

PRODUCTION INFORMATION

  • Manufacturer: Mandalorian Beskar Smiths
  • Model: Maul
  • Affiliation: Aryn Spar
  • Modularity: No
  • Production: Unique
  • Material: Beskar

TECHNICAL SPECIFICATIONS

  • Classification: Maul
  • Size: Two-Handed
  • Length: 1.8m
  • Weight: 18kg

SPECIAL FEATURES

  • Spiked Back End
  • Studded Front

Strengths:

  • War Hammer: Aryn's Maul is by no other definition a massive war hammer. The thing is a solid lump of Beskar fixed atop a long Beskar pole. One side of the weapon is a flat studded surface most often used for pummeling things while the other end is a large Beskar spike that can be used to penetrate everything from thick durasteel to heavy armors. The weapon is massive, making most adults seem like children when they hold it. In the hands of someone like Aryn, the Maul is truly deadly.

Weaknesses:

  • Bulk: It's not exactly easy using a weapon like this. The Maul is big and bulky, swinging it around is difficult even for someone of Aryn's stature. Though it is capable of doing massive damage, against a more agile opponent it is all but useless.
  • Weight: The Maul weighs more than several small children put together, and as such requires someone of immense strength to move it. Though most adults are able to pick it up, using it as a weapon for anyone but Aryn(or someone of similar size) is near impossible.

DESCRIPTION
Aryn has never been a subtle person.

 

His immense bulk and size make getting around unnoticed rather difficult. This was something he's always embraced, utilizing his body as it's own tool in combat. His teeth and Claws had long since been replaced with Beskar, making them more than formidable weapon, but as of late the Togorian has felt somewhat inadequate.

 

Compared to many of his Mandalorian brothers he has no great amount of tools, carrying no blasters, flamethrowers, or even a jetpack.

 

Thus Aryn decided he needed something else.

 

The result of this was a massive Maul forged for him by the Beskar Smith's of Mandalore. 

 

The weapon was easily one of the largest of it's kind ever created, a pure hunk of metal that had been forged for the sole purpose of killing. The War Hammer stood taller than most human females, weighed as much as a small child, and was as plain as could be. The only decoration that lay upon the weapon are two simple symbols.

 

One is the three claw marks of Death Watch, the other is the winged tusks of Clan Spar.




#1649601 Civil War: First Strike | Mandalorians

Posted by Aryn Spar on 08 October 2017 - 08:15 AM

Sundari Prison

Atiniir Starrider

 

Aryn glanced up, his beskar claws unsheathing for just a moment as a man landed behind him with a thunk.

 

The greeting he gave eased some of the tension that had instantly grown within his men, some lowering their weapons and others simply pointing it away from the man. Right now Sundari was a dangerous place to be, especially for men who did not wear the sigil of Death Watch. It was near impossible to tell who was who, and something told Aryn that by the end of this there would be more unpleasant situations. The Togorian's ears twitched, his eye wandering over the man.

 

"Step back." He motioned to the other man as the Death Watch commando finished setting his charges.

 

"Security is still inside." Aryn explained to the newcomer, not wanting him to be caught by surprise at the situation at hand. Sundari was not yet entirely taken, but once they freed the prisoners he would see to that. "They have declared against Ra."

 

His expression soured as he stepped around the corner, and explosion sounding out just a few seconds later.

 

There was a heavy creaking of metal, the blast door being instantly torn to shreds by the force of the blast. Aryn flinched slightly, his ears pulling back at the sound of the blast. Smoke filled the corridor beyond the door and the slight space in front of it. Aryn scowled, motioning for the others. He stepped forward, his golden Beskar plates gleaming slightly as he moved around the corner and stepped into the corridor. Almost instantly Blsater bolts began to hail down towards him.

 

A growl escaped his throat, and Aryn charged forward.




#1649347 Civil War: First Strike | Mandalorians

Posted by Aryn Spar on 07 October 2017 - 08:43 PM

Sundari Prison

 

A low growl erupted from his throat.

 

Three soldiers of Death Watch flanked him, each wearing their Beskar armor and each holding heavy blaster rifles. A fourth was crouching in front of the heavy blast door that stood in their way, his hands diligently working at setting explosive charges. The Togorian watched him carefully, his one eye glancing towards the guards that had been deposited at the nearby railway. None of them were dead, though Aryn had come very close to breaking their neck in the process of subduing them.

 

It wasn't easy for someone like him to go easy, especially when certain beings were simply more...fragile than one would expect. Yet it had to be done, the men and women holding Sundari prison had not declared their loyalty for Ra, in fact they had done the exact opposite. 

 

Shortly before the arrival of the true Mand'alor certain members of Sundari security had taken it under their purview to arrest dozens of Mandalorians suspected of being Death Watch. Aryn knew that a few of them had been, but also knew that at least a quarter of them had nothing to do with the group, at least not yet. Either way the Togorian was here to see them freed, even if it meant killing those who would stand against Ra. Aryn shifted slightly, motioning towards the three others.

 

"Step back." His voice was a low growl.

 

All of them complied as their brother completed setting the charges, the group moving around the corner as they prepared to break their allies free.




#1649210 Death of the Clans | Death Watch

Posted by Aryn Spar on 07 October 2017 - 03:27 PM

Kal Ordo

 

Aryn came to a skidding stop just below where the ship had taken off, a scowl pulling at his lips and his claws still bared. He had been prepared to jump towards the vessel and hang on, but the take off had been too fast for even him to catch up with.

 

A low growl of frustration filled his throat. He had been fast, but not fast enough to catch up with the man. A part of Aryn felt disgusted with himself. The distance had been far, and he'd barely managed to catch the scent of the man in the first place, but still. His eye tracked the glowing orbs of the vessels engines for a moment, but he knew the ship would get away. The others might be able to get a target lock of drive signature, but that was far beyond Aryn's skills.

 

The Togorian shifted, his scowl plain as he slowly turned and began to walk away.

 

It was an unfortunate fact that the assassin had escaped this time, but Aryn had his scent now. Would the two ever meet again the Togorian would ensure the encounter did not end pleasantly. The claws on his hands slowly retracted, his shoulders drawing up as he moved to return to the Mand'alor and the others.

 

He was still unaware that Ra had been the one struck.




#1649114 Death of the Clans | Death Watch

Posted by Aryn Spar on 07 October 2017 - 12:08 PM

Kal Ordo

 

Three large loping strides and Aryn found the perch that the assassin had used. His nose twitched, his ears flicking slightly as she peered around the darkness.

 

The remaining eye Aryn had was better than most humanoids, peering through the dark light of the moon almost as if it were daytime. A scowl pulled at his lips, eyes wandering across the open field he tried to see anything moving. He took in a deep breath, a scent finally catching.

 

A low growl escaped his throat.

 

Without a second of hesitation the Togorian bolted in the direction the scent had gone. His feet trampled against the ground, slamming through a small garden as he filtered through the darkness. A snarl pulled at his lips as he sprinted as fast as he could. His hands grasped onto the edge of a building, the togorian practically tearing a stone free as he pulled himself around the corner. He peered through the black of night, catching sight of a figure moving several dozen meters in front of him.

 

His fingers unfurled, claws pulling free.

 

With a loud roar he dashed forward towards the figure, hoping his longer stride would catch the man before he found wherever it was he was going.




#1649030 Death of the Clans | Death Watch

Posted by Aryn Spar on 07 October 2017 - 07:10 AM

Kal Ordo

 

A growl escaped his throat, his ears twitched, and within half a second he rounded.

 

Aryn had no idea where the shot had landed, had no idea whom it had struck or what their condition was, but it didn't matter. He was no doctor, no surgeon, he carried no patches of bacta or any other medical aid. Aryn was a warrior, the only thing that he was, and he was made for the hunt. His ear twisted slightly on his head, his eye locking on where he knew the sound of the shot had come from. Through the darkness he saw nothing, but it didn't matter.

 

Without another moment of hesitation Aryn broke off into a sprint. The others crowded around him quickly made way, the massive Togorian bounding towards them was enough to make even the bravest man back away in fear of being crushed beneath his bulk.

 

His lips turned down into a scowl.

 

His eye locked on where he'd heard the shot, his ears twitching again and again as his nose scented the air. He took in a deep breath, catching what he hoped was the trail to the assassin. His claws bared from within his hands, his feet thumping loudly against the ground.

 

Aryn moved as swiftly as he could, searching, hunting for even a small glimpse through the dark.