A New, New Order [The Primeval Dominion of Dromund Kaas]

[Vereor]

The heavy, coal clouds rolled over the world like a wave, encompassing everything underneath in a shadow that perfectly befit the rulers of this planet. Or it once had. A world enriched with the powers and seductions of the dark side had been left to ruin following a devastating defeat long ago.
Through such cloud-forms, which fizzled with streaks of brilliantly dazzling lightning bolts, cracked the escape pod Vereor had commandeered from a small group of unfortunate now-frozen corpses. There was no time to plan a daring escape like he had done earlier, but could only rely on a waning-piloting skill to see the pod safely down on anything that would not utterly decimate it.

The lights dimmed as the rain smeared upwards across the viewscreen, switches and buttons were left inactivated. The only instrument he required the use of right now was the steering. Enough fuel left from the initial jettison provided ample amounts of reverse-thrust and upwards-thrust; enough to angle the metal cage in such a way that it seemed to glide over the fast-approaching earth. And then it struck ground. What hadn't been anticipated was the large mound on which the pod first made contact, sending it spinning through the air in every possible direction and orientation.
When, finally, it came to a stop, after rolling at least four hundred metres away from originally plotted, the pod's Captain emerged to feel the pouring rain on his heated face. The beads of water replaced the sweat that had formed during the landing and began to soak the black cloak.

In the distance was a darkened jungle and rising black smoke. The immediate decision was to not walk in that direction, but go the other way. Until voices spoke out through a barely-working communication system.
"Attention: This is Catalys Maijora calling in any and all survivors."
"Hello, this...this is Kael. I was on the ship when we were attacked. Is anyone there?"
Two distress signals. Perhaps the pair had not been in prior contact with each other; perhaps they could not contact each other at all. He responded to both and waited for whoever would reply and the manner of their reply.
"I am Vereor and I have survived. I do not know my location but I can see smoke from a jungle near-by."

The chair he had ridden the metal cage in was comfy enough. While waiting for any being to reply to the open-band message, he decided to meditate upon the energies of this world.


[member=Catalys Maijora], [member=Kitsune], [member=Zambrano the Hutt], [member=Mikkel Markov], [member=Vilox Pazela], [member=Darth Voracitos], [member=Laguz Vald], [member=Perla Pirjo], [member=Ciara Jevnaker], [member=Reclaimer], [member=Kael Kessler]

 

[Laguz Vald]

Objective: Stay alive
Location: The Jungle; Downed escape pod
Allies: [member="Catalys Maijora"] | [member="Ciara Jevnaker"] | [member="Vereor"]
Enemies: [member="Reclaimer"] | The Trandoshan slavers

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Laguz let out an annoyed hiss of disappointment, slipping back down the hull of the pod to disappear from sight. Apparently, xe'd been spotted, and that was bad. Very bad. From what xe'd caught before dropping down for cover, the shot hadn't killed his target.

Fething pathetic, the shifter cursed at xemself as xe kept running various scenarios through xir head. They outnumbered the enemy… what? Two to one? Three to one? The sniper wasn't sure how many survivors there were at Maijora's position, but the difference was irrelevant in the end.

"Catalys," the shifter spoke into xir comlink even as shots shrieked past the pod, some burying into the heated metal, some missing completely. It was obvious from the sloppy spray that it was cover fire, a deterrent to stop xem from peeking back out and taking another shot at the female soldier.

"Distract them, and I'll— feth!" xir voice faltered as Laguz's keen eyes noticed more approaching figures. Their getup suggested different origins and allegiances than the pair that had found them first. Still, they didn't look friendly in the least, and xe had no wish to stick around long enough for them to discover xem as well.

The shifter morphed as xe sprinted out from behind the pod, xir body taking on the colors of the trees and grass as Laguz rolled behind a boulder. A breath, a heartbeat, and then xe jumped out again, landing rather gracelessly in the underbush of the deeper jungle around xem. "We've got company, three o'clock!" xe growled into xir mouthpiece, hoping to warn the other agents before things got really ugly.

 

[Kael Kessler]

Objective: Find his way back to the group
Location: Escape Pod
Allies: Unsure
Enemies: Unsure

Vereor: "I am Vereor and I have survived. I do not know my location but I can see smoke from a jungle near-by."

Kael let out a large sigh of relief. 'So I'm not alone, thank god. He quickly responded over to the comm link,

Kael Kessler: "I'm Kael. Let's try and find each other. The smoke might be coming from my pod, but we can't tell for sure...Wait I've got an idea! Tell me if you see the smoke change or disappear altogether. I'll be back."

Lurcano ran outside, and gathered large quantities of leafy green branches and leaves from the wreckage that had been left behind from where the pod crashed. He quickly threw them in and continued to add to the blaze. He kept on adding green materials and even ripped off a few pieces of his robes to add to the fire. Soon the flames would begin to dim out due to the lack of good, burnable material and the smoke would change color turning black due to a lack of oxygen. Lurcano raced back inside to the comm link hoping the man on the other end had heard him and he quickly radioed in his own message.

Kael Kessler: "The smoke should have turned darker, it'd be almost black in color. Do you see it?"

[member="Vereor"]

 

[Catalys Maijora]

Objective: Kark it!
Location: Downed escape pod. In the jungle!
Allies: [member="Laguz Vald"] | [member="Ciara Jevnaker"]
Enemies: @Reclaimer

Things were going from bad to worse. Catalys managed to jump back behind the pod, his cover fire didn't seem to do any damage to the enemy but it was enough to give him time. The emergency pistol was little more than a suicide gun and didn't do much against the armoured opponents, luckily it seemed Laguz had her rifle. Why is it always the snipers who get too clingy with their weapons? Three o'clock!, he heard over the intercom. Who could it be? More friends? Looking in that general direction he saw several figures moving through the trees and swamps, the rain made it difficult to get a good picture. That was until one of them started rushing towards the pod, Trandoshans!

Over the intercom, "Trandoshans! Probably slavers, maybe hunters... Both. Kark it, open fire! Open fire!", he shouted over the intercom as stun blasts launched their way.

 

[Vereor]

The boy's reply was quicker than that of Catalys', in fact the latter had not even bothered to reply - mainly due to being involved in a two-way fight between some Trandoshan slavers and two others of unknown intent - but Vereor had no knowledge of this incident.
He had gathered Kael was young, although could not guess an age: his voice was interlaced with the tell-tale signs of near-complete puberty.

The smoke rising from the crashed pod of a survivor was black and didn't need to change colour, or stop, for it to confirm that it was not Kael's that the Sith was closer to. But for the briefest of moments his attention was pulled away from the thought of the transmission to a number of sounds originating from the forest; quick successions of what seemed to be blaster fire.

When his attention returned to his own pod and the situation he currently found himself in, hands fidgeted over four separate controls. The lights went off completely and a small beeping commenced. A distress beacon that had not automatically activated earlier.
"If you have any mobility follow this beacon. When you get close enough the black smoke in the forest will be your guide." The downpour was heavy and the soaked cloak had no chance to dry in the pod. But he trudged along the vastly damp, softened soil towards the beginnings of the forest and to the fighting that occurred deep within it.


[member=Kael Kessler], [member=Catalys Maijora], [member=Laguz Vald], [member=Ciara Jevnaker], [member=Reclaimer]

OOC: Unsure of whether or not I'll help Catalys and Laguz against you, Reclaimer, but I'll definitely be engaging with some slavers. Just so you don't think I'm going to gang up with them against you.

 

[Via Dolorosa]

Objective: Escape the Jungle​

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The duo slowly and cautiously moved through the jungle while the sounds of sporadic blaster fire echoed off to their left. Unfortunately they had no way of determining if their allies were in trouble or if they were simply hunting the fauna for food. Before they left the wreckage behind, they conducted a quick catalog of working and nonworking equipment, and discovered that the only communication device they had was destroyed in the crash. So they were cut-off from everyone else, which did not settle well with the Vahla. Luckily for them, they had enough supplies, such as water and nutrient packs, to get them through a week before they were forced to hunt in the jungle and seek out a water source. But a week in an unknown jungle bordered along the lines of a nightmare.

"CJ," Tag whispered to grab her attention and when he caught it, he pointed to a down craft smoldering off to their right. She fought the urge to command the Force and instead crouched down turning her body into a smaller target. Tag gave her a hand signal, withdrew his sniper rifle, lowered his body, and took aim at the crash site. With a nod of his head, she began to waddle through the foliage keeping her eyes fixed on the wreckage until she came within ten feet of it. With a quick visual scan of the surrounding area to determine it was safe, she stood up slightly and ran to the pod.

Empty. The pod appeared to be stripped of everything, including the communication device she hoped would be there. Blaster fire erupted again to her left, and it was growing closer. Knowing Tag was watching her through the scope's lens, she made a small swirling gesture with her left finger then pointed toward the blaster fire. Time to find the it's source and hope they were friends and not foes.

 

[FareonW]

Cal'diira watched the slavers he was aligned with get fired upon through the scope of his slugthrower. Seeing his allies getting pinned down and killed, he decided to weigh his options. In his mind, he had two choices.

1) He could help his slaver allies by trying to snipe the competition out of their cover.

Or,

2) He could try to strike a deal with the opposition in hopes that they'll pay him more than the slavers have been.

It only took him a couple seconds to weigh his choices before he came to a decision. His allies were suffering far more casualties than the opposition, and the opposition had better weapons than his allies did. He quickly left the comm channel that the slavers were on, and opened his own private shortwave frequency. He sends a ping to the comms of the opposition.

"I see that you are having a fight with some slavers. Perhaps we can make a deal..."

OOC: The ping is intended for Catalys and their allies.

 

[Catalys Maijora]

An unfamiliar voice went over the intercom but by the sound of it alone the agent could tell they were Trandoshan. A ploy? No..., he pondered on what this could mean. Looking around him -- with the fire from the Mandalorian and the additional conflict drawing in from several slavers, it was becoming clear that despite the fact they had them outgunned they themselves were outnumbered. A deal, though... Why would one of the slavers want to make a deal? Well, it was suggested they were a slaver as it didn't make much sense for a random Trandoshan to be thrown through the mix. Then again it could've been the race Tesar was but that would be even more unlikely, common sense and basic deduction lead to a single but inevitable conclusion. "Trandoshan...", he muttered softly to himself.

Speaking over the intercom, "Alright! Talk, It's hard to negotiate through gunfire!", he spoke quickly before getting back to battle. The blaster pistol was nearly out of juice, it was honestly the Sith Lord and that Dark Jedi who were keeping the team alive... Laguz on the otherhand was not being either too helpful or too unhelpful, what a mess.

[member="Laguz Vald"] | [member="Cal'diira"] | [member="Ciara Jevnaker"] | [member="Vereor"] | [member="Reclaimer"]

 

[Darth Voracitos]

Objective: V.) LIVE ONCE MORE
Location: The Garden of Thorns
Allies: No one
Enemies: Everyone

Rumbling. Terrible rumbling. The maze of trees shook and quavered in the trembling presence of the Darth... if he had not been alone in his imprisonment within this forest, all those around would be struck with the wave of darkness and fear that Voracitos generated through the undying frustration that had built within him for the years since his untimely death. It all played out in his mind a thousand different ways...

He was in the victorious position, the usurpers allies all handling his unholy minions, their almost incorporeal forms fighting as a single unit in every corner of the room... he had sacrificed every slave in the room into his stomach, and he had made the Usurper his play thing. Yet even still... even with all the powers of the Shadow Emperor, he could not fall to anyone... unless they possessed something of his own creation. A collar meant for the inquisition to ensnare dangerous Sith dissenters by negating their ability to use the force, had merely pricked the flesh of his skin. The wound was hardly skin deep, yet the poison continued to trickle into his system... slowly and quickly destroying his focus until he could no longer utilize the force to function normally. All the years of ignoring diabetes, all those years of ignoring cholesterol, and all those years of ever increasing obesity crushed his organs into pulp and exploded others.

From there, things became... hazy. He possessed half memories of times after death, out in the galaxy, within his Holocron, trying desperately to train a new regime beneath himself in every corner of the galaxy and failing miserably. That part of him however, was merely a shadow. His soul was no more there than his body was unrotten. This enraged him, that he could be allowed to sleep for so long, to be denied his pleasures for so long, to not even be conscious of his own exploits and punishments.

A tremor shook the garden.

"I AM VORACITOS, AND I... WILL NEVER BE DENIED!!!"​

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With that, the ghosts maw seemed to unhinge and rip apart from his face. A thousand different tongues began to pour out of the gaping opening, and his size seemed to expand and tear, as the violet cracks within his eyes expanded and expelled the golden fragments of his iris's. Huge, meaty hands pressed against the maze, his entire girth filled the passage like liquid. A million different shades tried to take forms that reminded him of his greatest failures in life... The loss of Moridin, his defeat to Ashin Varanin, his military failures, his student failures, the discovery that Ashin was not killed, and the fulfillment of his vision of death at the hands of an inferior that utilized a weapon he created all passed through his gaze as he roared with a voice beyond human. The shades tried to dampen his cries, but there was only so much they could do when the Rift was within the garden, close in proximity to the only one that mattered to hear it... though that did not disclude others of his past such as [member="Vilox Pazela"].

What seemed to be an Angle appeared far down the path of the maze, but the fat man paid it no mind as he pressed against his prison. It had once been claimed that his will power had been unmatched by nearly anyone in the galaxy. If he wanted something he would find a way to have it. Whether this was boasting or fact, was a little hazy, but Voracitos had plenty example of just how dedicated he was to the things that enraged him. Few people knew the power of desire like Voracitos... one might even say, that he was the master of it.

 

[Kael Kessler]

Objective: Find his way back to the group
Location: Escape Pod
Allies: Unsure
Enemies: Unsure

Vereor: "I you have any mobility follow this beacon. When you get close enough the black smoke in the forest will be your guide."

Kael nodded his head, he quickly moved to the Pods command panel, but before he could make anything out, his mind seemed to split open. He groaned as Voracitos shout rippled through the force. He grasped his head, crying out in pain. 'What the hell is this! Gah! I've never felt anything like this before!'
Voracitos: "I AM VORACITOS, AND I... WILL NEVER BE DENIED!!!"

Lurcnao gets up the terminal, grunting. He felt the pounding in his skull slowly stop. That was when he was finally able to speak. His hand shaking, he lifted the microphone and asked,

Kael Kessler: "Did you hear that? What the hell was that?"

[member="Vereor"] [member="Darth Voracitos"]

 

[Laguz Vald]

Red eyes, angry and insulted, turned to glare at the silhouette of his comrade, as if the shifter were able to sense what the other agent was thinking. Xe couldn't, of course, but it was late and the writer was quite amused with the opening sentence. Nonetheless, it didn't change the fact that the hunter had no idea what Catalys was thinking, and so xe resolved to focus on far more pressing matters.

The advancing line of slavers, say. Those same eyes now found their shimmering signatures, the red and orange standing out in high contrast against the cool backdrop of a rain-soaked jungle. The droplets themselves were big and heavy, splashing wetly against anything they hit. They'd only landed perhaps a few minutes ago, and Laguz was already soaked to the bone; you'd think that knowing how to move those bones around would help, but the deluge was simply too mighty.

Xe cursed under xir breath as xe molded xir body to better fit among the trees and vegetation, the muzzle of xir rifle just another black speck in a drenched sea of earthy colors. The sniper took aim, not too slow, not too fast — just quickly enough to pick them off with reasonable accuracy — and held xir finger off the trigger as xe listened to the chatter in xir ear. They didn't have much time, in truth, and Laguz wondered if it wasn't just a ploy to distract them until it was too late, until they were surrounded by all sides by the Trandoshans.

As an practiced liar xemself, the shifter was no stranger to the inflections that troubled one's voice when they resorted to mendacious ways. Whoever the man on the other side was, the hunter was confident that he was telling the truth.


[member="Catalys Maijora"] | [member="Cal'diira"] | [member="Ciara Jevnaker"] | [member="Vereor"] | [member="Reclaimer"]

 

[Zambrano the Starweird]

Objective: B.) Dominate the Jungle, Find Your Grandson
Location: The ruined surface of Dromund Kaas
Allies: ???, and Lovey!
Enemies: Usually everyone, nobody likes the slug


"I AM VORACITOS, AND I... WILL NEVER BE DENIED!!!"

The forcible voice was irresistible... and it had become so painfully close. It was unlikely, the Rift was much farther, and once more the Hutt was meet with another vision. So far, he had re-experienced the context of Darth Durablis' death, where his son had challenge his father to a Kaggath at the conclusion of a meeting to discuss his eventual burial within his tomb under construction, a Kaggath that his son would decisively win intimately knowing the nature of his father's ways and usurping support within his own regime. Now his son stood before him...

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"If you believe a Kaggath is won by soldiers alone... you have been mislead, my son." Those had been the words spoken, as the two fully realized Sith Lords stood before each other. One sat idly within an obsidian throne, as members of the Boke family would become to be known for. The older man was no frail matter however, not as beastly as he used to be surely, but there was a reason that Darth Durablis sat upon a Throne virtually unopposed until now. His stature was among the more impressive of those on Korriban, a trait which his line would adopt through the few generations that he would spawn. He wore a gold and red cloak that wrapped around the ivory strands that swirled into his majestic robes, and wore a crown upon his head that he claimed granted him the strength of all those he had slain and deserved to be preserved within him as a vessel. It was made of gold and bone, with jewels of blood coursing through it unnaturally. The healthy face that adorned the dark master was a juxtaposition towards the imposing appearance of an aged and powerful arcane sorcerer... it was clear that in his vanity he had saved his proud face from the toils of time through use of unnatural magics.

In contrast, his son was far more practical and plain. His tastes were less extravagant than his fathers, and all that he wore were black robes with an obsidian chestplate. It was odd, that the son should look older than the father, nearly half a century his senior. Though he was a magician, he had never been so vain as his parents, preferring more practical, economical, and efficient means of allocating his talents.

"If you believe I am incapable of touching you... you have been mislead, my father." From his belt, the son withdrew an electrum plate lightsaber, that tinted his obsidian armor green in the viridian light of his fiery blade. The father chuckled to himself at the gesture, having never favored the blade before. Instead, from within his cloak he withdrew a long jagged dagger... black as night yet coursing with blood in an unsettling manner. The duel was about to begin...

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Suddenly, Zambrano's vision was cut short...​

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He had arrived...​

 

[FareonW]

Cal'diira grinned as the response came from those he had pinged. He spoke to the group on the other end of the comm.

"If you pay me five hundred credits after this is over, I will help you now. I am behind your enemy, and they have no cover against me at the moment. I can get quite a few shots off, and then they'll either turn around to fight me, which will either get them out of cover to you, or they'll stay in their current cover and I'll pick them off. Sound fair to you?"

As he said this, he picked out his first target, a particularly small-looking slaver firing from the cover of a fallen tree. He moved his gun so that the scope pointed to his target's head, and awaited a response.

[member="Laguz Vald"] | [member="Catalys Maijora"] | [member="Vereor"] | [member="Ciara Jevnaker"]

 

[Via Dolorosa]

Objective: Escape the jungle​

Allies: [member="Laguz Vald"] / [member="Catalys Maijora"]​

Enemy: The Trandoshan slavers​

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Tag, the ever resourceful man that he is, took up a laying position between two moss covered stones with only the barrel of his sniper rifle barely exposed. He had reported seeing slavers in the area to Ciara and they both agreed they were not allies. Unknown to the enemy, they were silently being targeted for extermination by the duo. Ciara, who didn't believe in using blaster weapons, moved quietly through the jungle toward a group of slavers that had their backs to her and Tag, while her friend kept watch on the enemy. Any signs of movement they became aware of Ciara and he would begin picking them off one by one.

Ciara raised all five fingers on her left hand signaling to her sniper friend the total of enemies present. The Vahla took a small breath and slowly exhaled before she stood up and ignited her lightsaber. The sound of her blade activating alerted the enemy to the threat behind them, which both Tag and herself knew would occur. In two quick pulls of his trigger, he killed two slavers before they could complete their rotation allowing Ciara to deal with the others.

Using calculating strikes while moving as fast as her feet would allow, she managed to kill two slavers herself and sending the third one to break and run. Ciara elected to allow the slaver to escape. Chasing him might lead her into an ambush since there was no definite answer to the slaver's numbers. The slaver, attempting to put as much distance between himself and the lightsaber toting female, was cut down the moment he reached a small clearing. Allies?

 

[Catalys Maijora]

Finally the call came in, 500 credits? Well it could've been worse -- a lot worse, but somehow Catalys had a feeling this was more to test the water; 500 credits wasn't necessarily a lot. Not that it wasn't a valuable amount, you could probably get a speeder bike for that much. "Deal!", he paused to take a shot at one of the slavers, "Just take 'em out!", he shouted over the intercom. After disconnecting he waited for this supposed helping hand and continued to fight defensively. Only seventeen shots remained.

Of course the Dark Jedi was considerably helpful, dangerously so even.

[member="Ciara Jevnaker"] [member="Laguz Vald"] [member="Cal'diira"] [member="Vereor"]

 

[Laguz Vald]

And then the order came, and Laguz didn't have to hold back anymore. With a grin on xir leaf-colored face — xir teeth were bark and earth, xir tongue the color of tree sap — the sniper pulled the trigger, sending a slug directly through a slaver's neck. The arterial spray colored the Trandoshan's comrades red and copper, but the shifter was already elsewhere with xir scope, downing another. This time the bullet pierced the heart, leaving naught but a small, black hole in the chest of the enemy as he stumbled backward into their quickly dwindling lines. Laguz moved on again, visiting death upon the slavers as they tried desperately to seek cover from the cross-fire. No mercy would find the Trandoshans, not from the hunter, and certainly not from xir allies.

"Catalys, what are the two soldiers doing?"

Xe was referring to the couple who had attacked them first — the heavily armored ones, a woman and a man — who had seemingly retreated into the jungle when the slavers had appeared. Then again, Laguz was far too busy picking them off to notice what the couple was doing. Xe could always sprout another eye, of course, but such things consumed concentration and attention the sniper couldn't afford to sacrifice.


[member="Ciara Jevnaker"] | [member="Catalys Maijora"] | [member="Cal'diira"] | [member="Vereor"]

 

[Gorba the Hutt]

Objective: Be Useless
Location: Deserted Mandalorian Encampments
Enemies: Door Handle

How many thousands of Mandalorians had disappeared from the galaxy in an instant? Well, Bal'gul didn't know the exact numbers, likely no one ever would, but what he did deduce rather simply was that the former perimeter and excavation sites around the remnants of Moridin's Imperial Palace were now deserted. Most of it was little better than a crater in the ground, but Bal'gul was more concerned with something entirely different.

As Primeval zealots ran roughshod over an already devastated planet, Bal'gul sought to gain entry to a door. It was very difficult for him, because he did not have hands. Use of the Force was also more or less impossible. One tentacle flopped from his hover chair and slapped at the door, trying to grab at the handle. It was one of those indented sorts that you had to twist and pull. The building he was trying to gain access to looked like a cargo freight container, a big ugly rectangular box of metal. Stupidly simple, like the Mandalorians.

Half of Bal'gul's stalk-eyes were focused on the handle, tentacle still flopping uselessly. He heaved a watery sigh.

Bloop.

This was going to be a long day.

 

[Vereor]

[member=Kael Kessler]'s message through the communication system fell upon death ears, at least at this end. Who he had been in contact with had begun a march across the sodden earth towards the over-grown brush near the black smoke and further towards the sounds of blaster fire.

The jungle canopy fielded a welcome reprieve from the onslaught of precipitation, which seemed to seep deep down through Vereor's cloak and the EVA suit he had not changed out of. Finally he could lower his hood to give his head some air to breath, even if it was blood-filled and stank of damp leaves.
His lightsaber had been clipped onto the tight suit with a small piece of metal that had broken from the pod. He'd ripped it through the material in two places to keep it in place and while it was not incredibly sturdy, he reasoned it could offer a good holster through a good rumble.

The first tree his gloved hand found itself placed upon (which was not the first tree he had strolled past) was covered in the blood of a single Trandoshan, or multiple. Vereor could not tell partly because of the sheer amount of it and the litter of corpses on the floor. The surroundings were silent, he realised. Not even a bird's call or creature's growl could be heard amidst the previous shoot out.

For the moment he could think amidst the recently deceased, ponder amongst the death and carnage. His presence here could not have been noted yet, or if it had these beings were incredibly good stalkers. The image of him cutting down the nearest tree to flush anything out of hiding crossed his imagination, but so too did another depicting a continued stroll through the shaded and sheltered undergrowth.
Such thoughts were rather loudly interrupted by the continued fire of blasters in the near distance. No light could be seen, however close it sounded.
Through the twigs and leaves and fallen branches were running footsteps and they grew steadily closer. A six foot lizard came rushing around the corner of the tree into the grasp of Vereor's right hand. The breath had been taken right out of him and his head turned slowly to meet the eyes of the human - who began to squeeze the scaled neck with an unhuman strength.

"Trandoshan." The Sith began, his eyes slowly moving between the orange of the breathless lizard and the path which he arrived from. "Why are you running?" His voice seemed calm, completely deceiving his current actions. The T'doshok only managed a throaty hiss and grumble, unable to move his scaled maw or neck.
Unsatisfied with the answer, a red-beamed lightsaber saw its way through the Trandoshan's chest. In the beast's hand was a blade, freshly plucked from a human-leather sheath. "No score for your Goddess today." The Old Man thought aloud, for one of the first times. He stood in disgust at the current lack of verbal control, but disregarded it and moved through the trees towards the smoking wreckage of an escape pod. Lightsaber again hooked around the makeshift clip at his waist.


[member=Catalys Maijora], [member=Laguz Vald], [member=Ciara Jevnaker], [member=Cal'diira], [member=Reclaimer]

 

[FareonW]

Catalys: "Just take 'em out!"

As soon as he heard these words, Cal'diira pulled the trigger that he had his awkwardly large finger poised over. He grinned in satisfaction as the slug hit his target, and began firing upon the other slavers who had their back to him.

"It's a pleasure doing business with you!"

He began to count the shots that he was taking as he fired, and smiled, hoping that The Scorekeeper would be pleased with his work. He had to take extra care into his shots as the rain blurred his vision, and occasionally had to wipe off his scope, taking small breaks from his rhythmic pulling of the trigger. The Trandoshan knew where they were most vulnerable due to his couple weeks of travel with them, and began to exploit their weaknesses as he fired.

| @Vereor | [member="Laguz Vald"] | [member="Catalys Maijora"] | [member="Ciara Jevnaker"] |

 

[Catalys Maijora]

The heat of battle was becoming slightly more bearable when [member="Vereor"] entered from the distance. The Sith Lord was aboard the starship when everything went to hell, although Catalys didn't particularly trust the older gentleman he did respect the fact they were being more helpful than not. With hat in mind another blessing came in the form of one of the Trandoshan's dropping due to a slug from their latest ally's rifle. Things were becoming favourable, "I don't have an eye on them, kind of busy with these overgrown lizards!", he replied to [member="Laguz Vald"]. The shapeshifter was possibly the most interesting agent in their arsenal if not somewhat unpredictable.

Taking aim, Catalys fired a well placed shot in between the eyes of one of the slavers, the lizard dropped dead immediately.

[member="Cal'diira"]