A Sound of Thunder

[Mantorok]

Outpost, Csilla

Ever seen a Chistori shoved into a speeder made for the common man?

It's a hilarious sight to behold, well it was hilarious unless you were said Chistori. Mantorok was unimpressed, former thug, now reborn into a vessel for the dark side sandwiched awkwardly into his seat as he travelled from outpost to outpost with fellow Acolyte [member="Nulgath Zardai"], who likely sat far more comfortably in his speeder.

There had been sabotage afoot, and by sabotage I mean blatant murder and rampant destruction. One by one somebody, or something had been making a trail of rage and ruin. Truthfully it awoke a primal lust that remained deep beneath the scaly hide of Mantorok, a pity they were on the wrong side.

So far they had found two outposts in a state of carnage, they were heading to the third.

Upon approach the third already seemed abandoned, Mantorok slowed his speeder to a stop, growling slightly as his cramped knees pressed against the control console. “KARK THIS,” he roared in his typical brutish tones, stopping the engines and struggling out of the vehicle. He stood imposing, amphistaff coiled loose around his neck, body decked out in the ever-imposing vonduun crab armour, courtesy of his Master Darth Mierin.

“I GROW SICK OF THIS CHASE, WE ARE FINDING NOTHING,” he stated, breath frosting immediately in frigid climate.

[member="Preliat Mantis"]

 

[Grrwunhoooll Agaburry]

Nulgath rolled his eyes at [member="Mantorok"] and was forced to slow his speeder and turnaround to calm the mad Lizard. Outfitted in his Cybernetic Armor Nulgaths Face mask retracted and revealed the Zabrak face with green eyes. Nulgath grit his teeth at [member="Mantorok"]. " Get your Big Lizard butt back on the speeder! Kark your tempter. You need to calm down and focus.." Nulgath said in a mild manner. He revved his speeder and looked at Dino Brain, Nulgath was not used to his species he was used to his own Partner Kezeroth but he wasnt here and The Zabrak would have to make due. Nulgath looked around and pointed forward toward the North as his mask came back together to protect his face again.

" We Try this way.. Ok!?" Nulgath said in his amplified speech.
[member="Preliat Mantis"]

 

[Preliat Mantis]

The outpost grew eerily silent as the two Acolytes came forth, as they stopped their speeder. Bodies slumped, as if they had been killed in the last few minutes. In fact, the blood was still wet, and that meant that it was still relatively the same temperature that it was when it was in their bodies. Then, from an observation post, came a screaming Chiss soldier. He was holding his throat, trying to curse or maybe call for help. He collapsed at the feet of [member="Mantorok"] and [member="Nulgath Zardai"]. Then, the man stepped out. His shawl, recently colored Gold for his status as a Field Marshal, stood outwards. There was a large Mythosaur skull on his chest, and the back of his left crushgaunt. In one hand, he held a Beskad- a large, flat, heavy blade that was only sharp one on side of the blade, and at the tip. In the other, was a Tomahawk of the same black metal. Scorch marks where their blasters failed to kill him, lay on his armor. On his helmet, there was a large skull painted on the front, but it did not block the visor. He twirled the Tomahawk and his beskad before speaking.

"I am the Devil and I have come to do the Devil's work."

 

[Mantorok]

Mantorok turned to the Zabrak, puffing out his chest in the process. “YOU DO NOT TELL MANTOROK WHAT TO DO,” he retorted, snorting a great huff of air from his nostrils. To be united by hatred is a fragile alliance at best. With a snarl he stomped up to his speeder, great claws grabbing the underside and slowly he began to flip the vehicle over. Not the best thought out plan, guess who's gotta walk home now.

Then came the screaming soldier, falling at their feet as if the pair were to offer him aid, or perhaps relief from living. Mantorok huffed.

Humanoids. Worthless. Squishy.

Of course, then followed the perpetrator. Another humanoid. Perhaps if the galaxy was rid of them then there would have been less issues, the place would certainly look a lot more interesting.

“I DON'T CARE WHO YOU ARE,” Mantorok snorted, balling his four-fingered claws into fists.

[member="Nulgath Zardai"], [member="Preliat Mantis"]

 

[Grrwunhoooll Agaburry]

Nulgath looked at [member="Mantorok"] and rollled his eyes. He defiantly hated him now, But the new Humanoid concerned him. Nulgath looked at the new person here and the now cold dead body on the ground. Hoping off his speeder Nulgath waited for the first move. The man [member="Preliat Mantis"] looked hostile enough and hopefully he would combat [member="Mantorok"] Dino Brain first. Leaving Nulgath be and plan out a Strategy. So far Nulgath only examined the Man deeply.

[member="Preliat Mantis"]
[member="Mantorok"]

 

[Preliat Mantis]

The Mandalorian took no time to make gestures, jokes, or jeers at the Sith. In one swift movement, he tossed his Beskar tomahawk into the air, high. And with that, he aimed his wrist-rocket at the large beast, @Mantorok. He went to aim right under his feet, to get massive explosivo. He grit his teeth, snarling beneath his helmet as he flipped sideways. Even in his armor, he could still be as fast- or slightly faster than a force sensitive. He wasn't given his rank by kissing ass- he earned it by merit and by glory in combat. His hand grasped the handle of the tomahawk, and his Beskad skid along the icy ground, casting some sparks as it skidded on the outpost's duracrete flooring. He snarled, aiming to smash in [member="Nulgath Zardai"]'s head with his flip.

"Woe to you, oh earth and sea."

 

[Mantorok]

As soon as the tomahwak was thrown upwards, Mantorok braced, that was an aggressive movement even if it wasn't a direct strike. As Uncle Scar always said, be prepared.

The wrist came up, the Chistori was ready, although not as ready as he would have liked to been for the speed of a rocket hurtling for his feet. He had to jump, backwards as it was, the flash of heat from the explosion giving his cold-blooded form a much needed boost. Powerful reptilian legs fuelled by the Force giving his lead a decent amount of height. Of course, the blast from the rocket also helped. The speeder he stood next to however, had none of this agility, and thus perished. You're walking home, son.

A grunt as he landed with a considerable thud, a good ten metres backwards from where he started. The amphistaff linked with his violent conscience, slithered down his right arm into his hand, stiffening into it's staff form.

Mantorok grinned.

[member="Preliat Mantis"], [member="Nulgath Zardai"]