Kamon's OOC
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Belkadan
The golden armored warrior swept down upon the world of Belkadan like a righteous arm of darkside fury. Though he desired the complete and utter destruction of all governments within the galaxy, he was not stupid enough to think that he would be able to do it alone. Hence the appropriate displays of power that he had so far arranged. Were they random? No. Each act, even the slaughter of the thousand plus people on the ship where he'd been tortured, was to serve a singular purpose: to draw those who were drawn to power. Was he the strongest person in the galaxy when it came to the Force? No. But what had been done to him certainly made him stronger than he had ever been before.
The ship landed, and the golden armored warrior descended, preparing to face a challenge he knew would be great, but would ultimately be rewarding. If he conquered here, the potential of a Yuuzhan Vong force in his army would be greatly appreciated. Of course he was confronted as soon as he landed. That was to be expected. Fortunately, he had experience with the Vong.
"Leave this place," one of them said. "Your kind aren't wanted here."
"My kind go where they please."
One of his lightsabers flew swiftly away from where it was clipped, and activated when it was point blank with the Vong's head. A beautifully formed hole was the result, and the lifeless body fell to the ground as the blade returned to his hand. Several more Vong were appearing now and he looked amongst them, studying them as they approached with those nasty weapons of theirs. Kamon drew the Force into him from all of the living things around him, those not affected by the Vong and those affected by them, welling up the power within himself.
"Those who join me will live. Those who resist will die."
Ultimatum's never worked, but he still gave them the choice. It wasn't really a choice, but that wasn't the point. As they leaped at him, he unleashed the power he welled up in a massive bubble of energy that exploded outwards from him, sending anything near him flying away. It did some damage to his ship, but that wasn't something that particularly worried him. There were other ways to get off of Belkadan when the time came. For now he was just focused on killing those that opposed him, and those that cowered in fear, begging. Only those who moved to join him would live. The Dark Legion would have its beginnings.
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The golden armored warrior swept down upon the world of Belkadan like a righteous arm of darkside fury. Though he desired the complete and utter destruction of all governments within the galaxy, he was not stupid enough to think that he would be able to do it alone. Hence the appropriate displays of power that he had so far arranged. Were they random? No. Each act, even the slaughter of the thousand plus people on the ship where he'd been tortured, was to serve a singular purpose: to draw those who were drawn to power. Was he the strongest person in the galaxy when it came to the Force? No. But what had been done to him certainly made him stronger than he had ever been before.
The ship landed, and the golden armored warrior descended, preparing to face a challenge he knew would be great, but would ultimately be rewarding. If he conquered here, the potential of a Yuuzhan Vong force in his army would be greatly appreciated. Of course he was confronted as soon as he landed. That was to be expected. Fortunately, he had experience with the Vong.
"Leave this place," one of them said. "Your kind aren't wanted here."
"My kind go where they please."
One of his lightsabers flew swiftly away from where it was clipped, and activated when it was point blank with the Vong's head. A beautifully formed hole was the result, and the lifeless body fell to the ground as the blade returned to his hand. Several more Vong were appearing now and he looked amongst them, studying them as they approached with those nasty weapons of theirs. Kamon drew the Force into him from all of the living things around him, those not affected by the Vong and those affected by them, welling up the power within himself.
"Those who join me will live. Those who resist will die."
Ultimatum's never worked, but he still gave them the choice. It wasn't really a choice, but that wasn't the point. As they leaped at him, he unleashed the power he welled up in a massive bubble of energy that exploded outwards from him, sending anything near him flying away. It did some damage to his ship, but that wasn't something that particularly worried him. There were other ways to get off of Belkadan when the time came. For now he was just focused on killing those that opposed him, and those that cowered in fear, begging. Only those who moved to join him would live. The Dark Legion would have its beginnings.
[member="Enigma"]