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Act III: Insurrection

"Commander, continue on killing the Kursed, I'll take care of him," the Commando looked at Oryuken through his helmet. Neither he or Canal could tell what the other looked like since the helmets were in them. "Come on, brother, let's do this. Hand to hand combat. No weapons." He didn't take off his weapons until Oryuken took off his. Well, another win to my unbreakable winning streak. This was going to be easy since Canal is a pro at this. Maybe in a minute I'll cuff him and he'll no longer be a threat.

@[member="Oryuken CC-128P"] @[member="Commander Calico CC-247"]
 
@[member="Talon Vosra"]
"OK fine, then lets' get there, and as fast as possible this doesn't sound good, and I fear for my clansmen" All of them, including the Vod who had helped her all this time, no she did not want to lose them. She couldn't lose, them. She couldn't lose Verz, or Ordo.

Arla leveled the blaster, "Ok Talon, our final push to the Citadel, let's get there"
 
The Commander simply shrugged at Canal. If he wanted to fight that monster of a warrior: if he wanted to prove himself that way, then Calico would certainly let him. The soldier motioned forward, taking his position back up against the rock. That dragon seemed to have grown in size.

"Cover!" He called out loud, scooping up his DC-17 in both hands. Another thud resonated through the cavern and into the outside air. The final ordnance shell flew up out of the cavern, impacting ahead of the rebels in the forefront of the Kursed ranks.


I really love this thing.




@[member="TiCira D'Arr Hawk"]

@[member="Racket"]





@[member="Jhaega"]
@[member="Antares Windu"]
@[member="Kara Avoyos"]
@[member="Galaar CC-252"]
@[member="CC-117 Canal"]
@[member="Sarah Frostlight"]
@[member="Nyos Val"]
@[member="Marek Starchaser"]
@[member="Kallion"]
@[member="Voroll Dey Astaar"]
@[member="Zius Aurus"]
@[member="Ordo"]
@[member="CC-935 Bluejay"]
@[member="Oryuken CC-128P"]
@[member="Vaudin Miir"]
 

The Hound

Guest
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@[member="Josiah Denko"]

The tell-tale snap hiss of the plasma based weapon used by Force users galaxy wide. Looking up, his eyes narrowed as a variety of opportunities appeared before him. On the one hand he could simply use the cortosis gauntlet of his blackened Imperial Knight armor, on another he could blow him away with telekinesis. The blow looked too powerful to block with one hand, though he could possibly parry with a single blade. His final decission came, like all his other options in a flash, a glimpse into multiple flows of time. Sucking his teeth, he dropped @[member="Sophia Walsh"], using the force to push himself to the left, simply dodging the strike.

Watching the flying Force user, land with his powerful slash, he pushed the Force forward, hopefully catching him off guard, tossing him away.
 
Bodies lay around Zius in stacks of four or more, wave after wave poured into the Dark Jedi's wake as he attempted to move up to the forefront of the massacre, but thinking such a simple task to be done quickly would be silly enough. Not in a moment like this would anything be remotely easy or without strings attached. Dead children did not affect the hunter's mind in the slightest as he pushed through the mindless hordes.

One particularly large man of a Mandalorian charged into Zius with a lowered shoulder as a means to ram with brute force. His stride was strong and defiant, unbroken by the chaos surrounding either of them. Zius simply walked while the other reeked of rage and lacked the cognizance of what was to come next.

Then it came to be.

The muscular, tall brute was met with a corpse in his face that seemed to be held up by the Force itself. Zius was guarding himself with an actual meat shield, tearing through it with his lightsaber and sending out his left hand, the bladed tips gouging into the mountain of muscle's eyes. Blood ran down his rosy cheeks, burning with pain and the utmost anger. He tried to reach out for the bastard that ruined his sight, his way of telling if he was going to be able to witness another death of someone who wasn't daft with mind-control, forcefully kneeling before a mysterious entity.

Zius wouldn't allow such a privilege, nor would he bend a knee to anyone.

The out-stretched hand of the Mandalorian was severed, the hand sloppily hitting the blood-soaked ground with a fleshy thud. The index finger twitched. Upon the walls the silhouettes of the two could be seen. Zius leaped onto the giant with graceful agility and speed, digging into the man with his clawed fingers and ripping his face into two separate pieces, rendering him unrecognizable as the person he might have been in life. The final blow was his head being decapitated by the crimson lightsaber of the blood-and-black clad Dark Jedi. Zius fell with the body and then arose, walking forward to the entrance.

That dragon looks like a challenge.

@TiCira D'Arr Hawk

@Racket





@Jhaega
@Antares Windu
@Kara Avoyos
@Galaar CC-252
@CC-117 Canal
@Sarah Frostlight
@Nyos Val
@Marek Starchaser
@Kallion
@Voroll Dey Astaar
@Ordo
@CC-935 Bluejay
@Oryuken CC-128P
@Vaudin Miir
@[member="Commander Calico CC-247"]
 

HK-36

The Iron Lord Protector (Neutral Good)
@[member="Boolon Murr"]
HK lost his grip and plummet down the side of the building.
His magnetic claws and bronzium talons soon finding their grip on one of the metal beams in the Tower as he began slowing down with scraping and groaning of metal. Sparks flew at the friction as the momentum caused him to claw long jagged rows in the beam, windows his claws and talons passed through hissed as they sprayed and shattered at impact. His body shook and screeched as the cortosis in his talons shattered and bronzium filed down into dull knobs.
Finally, he was able to calculate the right moment, with the help of his repulsorlifts he was able to swing his momentum and fly into the building through one of the windows beneath him.
He groaned with metallic sound as his body tumbled hard on the floor, denting it, and his the wall, leaving a crack as he finally stopped.

He slowly got up to his feet, taking account of his body and analyzing it to check how much damage he sustained.
"Peaceful race of mammalian herbivorous sentients my dented metal ass."
He muttered, cursing Ithorians as he knocked off any dust or debris he could off of his body, ripping off the shattered cracked remains of his torso and lower armor.

It wasn't as bad as it could have been,
The stunt cost him almost entirety of his armor, his breastplate was shattered and broken, any additional protection on his legs was gone, he lost his modified bolt gun and the rest of his Force breakers during his fall, and his talons were dulled down and their cortosis gone.
He still had the additional armor on his arms, however, in case he needed to use them as shields, and his helmet, to help with tracking, the classical Jedi tunic and his cloaked were tattered and singed but they still held together, he had his trusty verpine pistol, his swords, and saber at his side still, and his body itself was functioning enough to keep the fight going that day.

He looked up, scanning through floors for the Ithorian but was unable to reach that far through the building, his fate was unknown to the droid, either way, he had other battles to fight.
He ran through the nearby door with magnified speed, he had to regroup with others, and his heavy armor would not weigh him down now.

AND NOW AFTER SEVERAL HOURS CATCHING UP WITH THE GROUP
@[member="TiCira D'Arr Hawk"]
While the Elder Witch did her rain dance/spell, in the shadows nearby a group of Kursed aimed their blasters at her. They raised the barrels as they were ready to interrupt her casting sequence.
Suddenly, from somewhere to the side leaped the tall figure of the lightsaber-wielding droid, his tarnished grey cloak cut through the air as his white blade flickered to life, giving off an aura of the calming presence of light side as he quickly deflected the incoming bolts back at the hidden Kursed troopers in smooth short fluid motions of Soresu.
"Miss Hawk, I have your back protected."
He drawled in his usual monotone, his metal body was covered in singed tarnished tunic of a Jedi, the cloth he had between the layer of his armor and his actual body.
"By the way, I have been looking for you."
He quipped, slightly turning back to her as another shot from the Kursed came at them and he parried his blade aside, delivering a riposte aimed at the possessed soldier's temples the being ducked beneath
He would turn to Ti'Cira, tapping her shoulder slightly as he did a half-spin and delivered a kick to the Kursed's solar plexus that sent him flying back unconcioused
"Tag."
He said simply to the witch. He could cease to function happy now as his long time goal of tapping Ti'Cira to tag her was finally fulfilled.

He would wave to others there, getting back into the economic stance of Soresu to protect Ti'Cira's back while she finished casting her spell.
"Hello everyone, you did not think I would allow you to start cooking without the Iron Chef?"
He would quip to them, spotting his old Omega teammates @[member="Nyos Val"] and @[member="Racket"] somewhere in the battlefield he would nod to them
"Glad to see that you are still alive my friend, you too, you rabid excuse of a space-squirrel. I have missed seeing you during battles."

@[member="Zius Aurus"] @[member="Jhaega"] @[member="Antares Windu"] @[member="Kara Avoyos"] @[member="Galaar CC-252"] @[member="CC-117 Canal"] @[member="Sarah Frostlight"] @[member="Marek Starchaser"] @[member="Kallion"] @[member="Voroll Dey Astaar"] @[member="Ordo"] @[member="CC-935 Bluejay"] @[member="Oryuken CC-128P"] @[member="Vaudin Miir"] @[member="Commander Calico CC-247"]
 

Not Ordo

Just under the upper hand.
@[member="CC-117 Canal"] @[member="Commander Calico CC-247"]

[media]http://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=player_detailpage&v=aJc_wFOxZlw[/media]

Oryuken grabbed a fellow Kursed and knocked him down and stabbed his beskad through him and pinned him to the ground. He stood silently and cracked his neck. He wanted to tell them too serve HER. That they must serve HER but it seemed they would have to be beaten into them. He stepped toward Canal and dropped into a combat fighting stance. His is hands up and knees bent. His left foot forward. Canal was perhaps an expert but Oryuken was a servant of HER and he would not fall quickly.
 
From Jhaega came another rumbling laughter; the attempts at Dun Möch, the increased rounds of fire aimed at him instead of the vast host of Kursed which were upon the foolish people, the attempts at flight by the mortals. It all amused him. Instead of facing them directly he spewed further rains of fire down upon them and circled higher in the sky, at a rate that even the jetpacks could not manage. Every so often a blaster bolt or slug would graze against his scales, but it did nothing save for ruin their perfect sheen. His plan was working, as even now the distracted fools were being hit by wave upon wave of the Kursed. They had exposed themselves, and for what? The glory of killing a dragon? Ha! Pride was certainly common place amongst humanoids, that much he could not doubt.

When the likes of @[member='Domino'] flew up to meet him he swiftly moved aside. This was something he had been doing his entire life, flying that is, he knew how to outmanoeuvre a ground-walker. Another jet of flames were set her way, as a tremulous laughter ricochetted around the buildings of the City-planet. Kursed leapt upon unfocused Rebels, tearing their attention away from the figure in the sky. He could sense a storm brewing in the skies, however. To all his Kursed he sent a mental message: To find the source of such power. At this point, Jhaega had no idea it was Ti'Cira.

 
Kallion had noticed too late that a man was behind their defences, he quickly turned to see what looked like Canal about to fight him. Quickly, he reloaded his weapon before a blaster seared right past him, Kallion turned to see @[member="Vaudin Miir"] with dual blasters "aw man," he started running towards him "this is gonna suck" he only now figured out that this was a bad idea, he was surrounded by kursed 'too late to go back, i guess' As he ran he lifted the arm holding his pulse rifle up then swung it, attempting to knock the other man down.
@[member="Commander Calico CC-247"]@[member="CC-117 Canal"]@[member="Vaudin Miir"]
 
Canal removed aall of his weapons and faced Oryuken. He went into a sitting stance with feet out of of shoulder length. It would be easier, for now, that if he stayed in one position. "Its foolish of you, boy, to fight a man who is a professional in hand to hand combat." He put his hands at the side of his waist. He prefer to be on the defense so he could easily take down Oryuken.

@[member="Oryuken CC-128P"]CC-128P @[member="Commander Calico CC-247"]
 

Corey's OOC

And where were the spiders
Team Slayer - Dragon

Dragon. Right. At least it wasn’t an army, or anything. Just a karking dragon. That was simple, right? Aside, from ther was the army. The cursed kept coming. And Marek wasn’t even telekinetically attacking with the Force. He was falling into his own mind set. He was reaching out to find everything around him and taking the shots when he needed to. His rifle was getting low on shots, but this was the best option. There would be ammo for this. For his slugthrower? His crossbow? He wasn’t so sure.

That he was going to save. Bide your time, Starchaser.

There was Zius and Marek was watching his Confederate comrade. Concentrating, he was going to do what any Marksman would do for the duelists, and give them a bit of breathing room. He was surrounded with the Dread Guard. This was just like old times.

He really should focus his attention on the dragon, but the Kursed were smaller targets. And Calico did call them to pick off the targets. He was going to go down with his gun first, then the saber, if they needed it. “Hey, y’all see that dragon?” He grinned, having to make a joke about the situation as he reloaded, powering up his rifle. “He really doesn’t know who he’s messin’ with, yeah?”



 
GROUP DRAGON FOOD FOLLOWING THE BEAST INTO HELL...YEAH I'M THAT ONE.

OBJECTIVE PLAYING ACE COMBAT WITH @[member="Jhaega"]

Ordo had been drawing closer his burst of his jet pack had gotten him to the mouth of the tunnel. He had lost hos beskad along the way. He had one rocket with no launcher and two grenades. His pack had maybe 10 of mintues of burn and his skin was melted tonhis armor weave in more places than his mond could register.

He had been told it was suicide and maybe he would have to prove that true. He pulled his last resort. The over zealous can opener, his lightsaber, "Shereshoy". The orange blade came to life and he sliced his way out of the tunnel and scanned the sky. He knew the beast was there but where. He cucled his vision modes, the theremographic. Anything that big with fire in its belly would have to give off heat.

He thought he found what he wanted but his buy'ce was acting funny since the earlier blast. Again he fires his jet pack and aimed for @[member="Jhaega"]. This time he hoped he could get in a swipe before he drew his laste breath. He wondered if the Dragon had been the one to kill him before. It seemed probable maybe the dragon would remember maybe it would just kill him and be done.
 
Blessed are the peacemakers
Another terrible, ear-splitting roar from the depths of what seemed to be a living hell escaped Tracyn's mouth. He flew towards the group, and landed with an impact in front of Canal that sent dirt and debris flying. Tracyn leveled his lightsaber with one hand, and then wrapped the force around Canal. He focused on his armor, in a particular brutal move - force crush. He went to crush Canal's armor inward on him, disregarding the Vong-shaping that he felt within him. The other Kursed was weak, and took too long to complete a simple task.

"Akala did not choose you for weakness, you scum. Handle others. I will deal with the clones."

He said to Oryuken, disgust and disapproval in his voice. He had little regard for men who took his time, his precious time, but more importantly, Akala's precious time. He turned towards the commander, his lightsaber twirling in his hand. A sick grin plastered over Tracyn's features. Calico, was about to be one unhappy clone.


@TiCira D'Arr Hawk

@Racket





@Jhaega
@Antares Windu
@Kara Avoyos
@Galaar CC-252
@CC-117 Canal
@Sarah Frostlight
@Nyos Val
@Marek Starchaser
@Kallion
@Voroll Dey Astaar
@Ordo
@CC-935 Bluejay
@Oryuken CC-128P
@Vaudin Miir
@Commander Calico CC-247
 
Something was wrong. The presence of a particularly potent Force user was nearby, and it was crashing through all the other Kursed. He could feel it getting closer, drawing nearer to himself and his allies. That's when he knew to haul it back towards his group.

It was headed straight towards Calico.

Zius jumped over bodies that amassed in near walls with all the numbers that clustered into each other. Some bones of the fallen being snapped and crushed as he didn't seem to care for who he stomped on in his hastened sprint. Men, women, children. All the same in this cause to appease this alleged Akala. He finally made his way back, just in time to witness Tracyn attempt his attack.

This can't happen, not now.

Zius let out a distorted, high-pitched screech of mechanical malice and offense. He wouldn't allow his newly found friends to be harmed. Is that what he thought of them now? Friends? Perhaps he was changing in a way even he didn't quite comprehend yet. The static discharge of his suit that unleashed the screech would carry down the tunnel, chasing the roar of the possessed Jedi. He sped up his charge as he came to a clearing where less bodies were laying, fusing that charge with the Force to ram into the man with unrelenting modified strength due to his implants. If successful, Zius would follow through with a Force push to further distance the Kursed from his allies.

"Calico, change of plans. I'll hold this one off, go!"

Zius gave the commander clone a brief nod as he peered over his shoulder, quickly turning back to face the man he fought before. Failure was not an option now. Never was.

@TiCira D'Arr Hawk

@Racket





@Jhaega
@Antares Windu
@Kara Avoyos
@Galaar CC-252
@CC-117 Canal
@Sarah Frostlight
@Nyos Val
@Marek Starchaser
@Kallion
@Voroll Dey Astaar
@Ordo
@CC-935 Bluejay
@Oryuken CC-128P
@Vaudin Miir
@Commander Calico CC-247
@[member="Tracyn Ordo"]
 
Rebels,tunnels

This is why Canal hates force user. They're all OP and just do a little bit of mojo crap and boom you win. All of sudden a man jumped in front of the commando and did the force to him. You idiot I'm not those clones from the Clone wars. But he wasn't doing the force to him, but to his armor. He could feel it crushing him. Remind Calico to ask the Colonel to do something about making this armor anti-force. "You little coward!!! Fight me like a man if you do have the guts!!!" Canal was sure to get Tracyn's attention since he was hurting his pride. The commando saw Tracyn turn to Calico and was ready to kill him or injure him. "Calico looked around you!!! We got a jedi on us!" Canal said to Calico through a personal comm link. Man it was tough to move in this armor since it was all crushed. Canal as quickly as he can with this crushed armor grabbed his rifles and aimed them both at Tracyn. It tool him about more than 5 seconds to get them with thie armor on. He then aimed one to Oryuken and the other to Tracyn. Lucky for Canal Tracyn wouldn't have an ideas of what was going on behind him since he couldn't feel or know what Canal is doing. The commando shot a swarm of blaster bolts at both Oryuken and at Tracyn's undefended back. "You ain't gonna kill Calico or any of my other brothers while I'm still alive."

@[member="Tracyn Ordo"] @[member="Commander Calico CC-247"] @[member="Oryuken CC-128P"]
 
DRAGONSLAYERS
The damn dragon kept dodging their fire. Verz turned as the motion tracker in his helmet pinged, alerting him to the Kursed that were attempting to overrun their position. He saw that TiCira was calling upon some Dathomiri magic, and so he called out to the Dragonslayers. "Protect TiCira! She needs time to do her thing!"

With Verz fired at the Kursed, knowing his SMG would be useless at the range the dragon was. Perhaps he could get a more effective weapon from the fallen troops. Or maybe...

Verz pulled out his sidearm, his Verpine shatter pistol. The gun may have been small, but it sure did pack a punch. The projectiles were solid metal traveling at hypersonic speeds. At that speed, range didn't really matter. At least, it shouldn't. So he let the SMG drop, letting it hang on the shoulder strap. He took aim, letting his HUD assist in tracking the dragon's movement. He waited a second, took a breath, and squeezed the trigger, letting the projectile fly with an unassuming thwiff. Letting it fly at the dragon's face.
@[member="Jhaega"]

 
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GROUP A --- DRAGON SLAYING
Completion of the Dathomiri spell of a Call for Rain, creating a rain storm overhead above the resistance, Kursed, and Boss Dragon that begins to saturate the ground below.

When the night has come... and the land is dark...

"Jaa kip wake magazu. Jaa kip wake magazu. Jaa kip wake magazu!" came the fervent chat of the elder witch as the storms clouds thickened at her summoning call. She stood there, amidst the chaos of the fighting around her, with Verz and HK protecting her while the rest of the resistance went off to fight the Kursed and some, the very Dragon himself.

and the moon... is the only.... light we see...

The wind grew wilder, but that was not the key objective for Ti'Cira. No, it was in the rain itself. She would need plenty of it for what was to come.

No I won't... be afraid.

Big fat drops of water soon came falling from the darkened sky, as the single cell air-mass storm's thundering clouds spread for nigh on ten kilometers. High humidity and powerful rising air currents went swirling up the tropopause while cool descending ones produced strong downdraughts below.

No I won't... be afraid.

Rain descended along with a fine mist, falling upon the witch's face as she spared one moment to feel the kiss of it. Liquid carved trails down her skin and began to soak her clothes.

Just as long.... as you stand...Stand by me.


Bringing her head back down, she released the pulse storm to proceed with its normal life, it would last approximately twenty to thirty minutes. But it would be enough. More than enough.

Allya, give me strength.
She felt the tap against her shoulder, and the witch couldn't help but give the briefest of upward curves.

"You caught me," she said, grateful for his aid in helping her maintain her concentration.

"Guess it is time to meet my judgement," she said quietly, but her attention held steady upon the dragon.



With several other powerful masters also fighting against the Dragon, the witch had the advantage for now, as it would be hard to find her. Her true objective would begin now.

As the water began to saturate the ground, the witch held out her hand over the two hundred small seeds she'd poured from the leather pouch onto the ground earlier. They glistened under the pelting rain, getting saturated with that key ingredient necessary for all life.

Water.

With a deep breath, the witch began to focus that Force energy within her, letting it build and grow for what was to come.






@Jhaega @Verz Horak @[member="Zius Aurus"] @[member="CC-117 Canal"] @[member="Tracyn Ordo"] @Ordo @Marek Starchaser @[member="CC-117 Canal"] @Kallion @Oryuken CC-128P @[member="Commander Calico CC-247"] @[member="Arla Balor"]
 
Blessed are the peacemakers
@[member="CC-117 Canal"] @[member="Zius Aurus"]


Canal may not been able to be sensed mentally, but the dangers resounded in his head like a cannon. Two rifles at once was a near-improbable and less effective manner to attack an opponent. Before the bolts could land on him, Tracyn found himself being slammed into by a newcomer. His body ached with kinetic impact, as he flew backwards, but then, a second impact. The force push did more than simply launch him further, and he slammed into a large pile of debris. He went straight through it, ash and dust kicking up upon his impact. Tracyn lay still for a moment, the dust cloud collecting. He stood up after a moment, snarling.

"You bought time for the clones, and saved one's life. I suggest they take you up on your offer, because after I'm done slicing you apart- I'll come after them and all those who oppose Akala and her reign!"

Tracyn removed his beskad and his lightsaber, and activated them both. He ran towards the CIS dog that flung him with the force and then leapt into the air, and went for a falling avalanche attack with his lightsaber, his beskad ready to parry off any attempts to thwart such an attack.
 
Things were summing up to a very difficult situation indeed. That man, the one with the lightsaber, had come to take his life. Yet, Zius had stood between him and a very unforeseen death. A soft sigh of relief escaped him. He reached down to make sure his captive was secure, she was, and scooped up his fallen DC-15. Rain had begun to fall: splattering across his visor in a rather surreal fashion. "Thank, Zi'ika." He mumbled quietly to himself. The blue line sliding across his visor snapped him out of its daze as it wiped all the rain away.


The Commando stood up tall, watching Zius engage his would be assassin. Zius had a job to do, and so did he. "Zius has him! Alright boys, move up! Let's go-Let's go!" He motioned forward with a wide arc of his hand and shot out from his rocky cover; leaving his prisoner to whomever would come and retrieve her.


The dull light had a bit of finality to it. It cast an eerie blue glow over the soldier as he strode out from the caverns--twin DC-15s in both hands--with a purpose. He jogged toward a moderately defendable, broken down structure that might have once been a shed nearby, and sprayed a dousing fire on the nearby Kursed. The suppression was short, but enough to give the rest of his boys time to get into position.


Above, the dragon flew about, causing havoc. Everyone had a job to do, and Calico was confident in Zius' abilities. Regardless of his brooding attitude, the lad was a good sort. "Get back to us soon son. Boys, line up, I want this Dragon-whatever-the-hell-thing taken care of by supper! A man needs time to digest his food."


I'll get my boys out. All my people, aliit sol'yc.


He took in a deep breath, whipped out his 'Deece', clipped the DMR attachment on his rifle, and aimed up at Jhaega. "Open wide, di'kut."



@[member="TiCira D'Arr Hawk"]

@[member="Antares Windu"]

@[member="Kara Avoyos"]

@[member="Galaar CC-252"]

@Commander Calico CC-247

@[member="CC-117 Canal"]

@[member="Sarah Frostlight"]

@[member="Nyos Val"]

@[member="Marek Starchaser"]

@[member="Kallion"]

@[member="Voroll"] Dey Astaar

@[member="Zius Aurus"]

@[member="Racket"]

@[member="Ordo"]



@[member="CC-935 Bluejay"]
@[member="Oryuken CC-128P"]
@[member="Vaudin Miir"]
 

Vaudin Miir

Planetary President of Iktotch
@[member="Kallion"]

Vaudin ducked beneath the rifle as it swung at him and popped a blaster over his shoulder to fire at the passing fool.

"You will serve HER!" vaudin said as he began looking for the source of the storm. "All will serve Or DIE!".

Vaudin turned to see if the work had been done with his last shot and if not finish the job.
 

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