Kable Detta
Character
Everything became a dull roar. Since hearing the his brother's scream, something switched in Kable. He placed Kad in the speeder, though he wasn't conscious of doing it. His body sat in the back of the speeder, though he made no conscious decision to do. His wife held his gloved hand, but he didn't feel it. Something hot was boiling deep inside.
Ralize punched it as she was ordered and got there faster than anyone else could have. Kable jumped out of the speeder and ran to his brother, who was suspended 10 feet in the air. Kable's helmet was on, otherwise the others would have seen his face as it hardened and his eyes darken.
Kable appreciated Ralize's efforts to help Nolan, though he couldn't express them at the moment. He felt helpless, and that added to his rage.
While the others were focused on Nolan, the Mandalorian warrior, clad in his black beskar'gam, slipped away.
He told no one he was leaving. He didn't have the mental capacity to do so. When the other's look back to see him, they would find that he had disappeared. The only evidence of his whereabouts would be the sounds of blasterfire, explosions, and the dying screams of those unfortunate enough to be near him.
Adrenaline pulsed through his body as he walked into the middle of the hotzone. He didn't try to duck or dodge, he just walked forward on a warpath. Several shots found their mark, but he felt nothing, if anything it added to his wrath.
He emptied his rifle as he walked, scores of Bastion troops littered his path. ONce he hear/felt the click of his rifle, he dropped it to the ground and drew his sidearm and continued his barrage. Bodies lined the streets as he pushed forward. His onslaught would divert attention away from his comrades who were back with Nolan, he was the current harbinger of death.
His sidearm ran dry, and so he dropped it to the ground as well. He grabbed the thermals from the bandoleer on his chest and hurled them, creating craters one by one.
When the smoke cleared, they would find Kable kneeling on the ground with scorch marks all over his now ruined armor. He would be panting, but alive. His armor was destroyed, but it had saved him form the barrage of blasterfire he had sustained. When the others looked around, they would see the brutal scene of the carnage he had wrought. Maybe the Galaxy would finally learn, never mess with a Detta...
[member="Briika Tor"] [member="Kad Tor"] [member="Ralize Darkfeather"] [member="Ordo"] @[member="Kad Kando"]
Nolan Detta
Ralize punched it as she was ordered and got there faster than anyone else could have. Kable jumped out of the speeder and ran to his brother, who was suspended 10 feet in the air. Kable's helmet was on, otherwise the others would have seen his face as it hardened and his eyes darken.
Kable appreciated Ralize's efforts to help Nolan, though he couldn't express them at the moment. He felt helpless, and that added to his rage.
While the others were focused on Nolan, the Mandalorian warrior, clad in his black beskar'gam, slipped away.
He told no one he was leaving. He didn't have the mental capacity to do so. When the other's look back to see him, they would find that he had disappeared. The only evidence of his whereabouts would be the sounds of blasterfire, explosions, and the dying screams of those unfortunate enough to be near him.
Adrenaline pulsed through his body as he walked into the middle of the hotzone. He didn't try to duck or dodge, he just walked forward on a warpath. Several shots found their mark, but he felt nothing, if anything it added to his wrath.
He emptied his rifle as he walked, scores of Bastion troops littered his path. ONce he hear/felt the click of his rifle, he dropped it to the ground and drew his sidearm and continued his barrage. Bodies lined the streets as he pushed forward. His onslaught would divert attention away from his comrades who were back with Nolan, he was the current harbinger of death.
His sidearm ran dry, and so he dropped it to the ground as well. He grabbed the thermals from the bandoleer on his chest and hurled them, creating craters one by one.
When the smoke cleared, they would find Kable kneeling on the ground with scorch marks all over his now ruined armor. He would be panting, but alive. His armor was destroyed, but it had saved him form the barrage of blasterfire he had sustained. When the others looked around, they would see the brutal scene of the carnage he had wrought. Maybe the Galaxy would finally learn, never mess with a Detta...
[member="Briika Tor"] [member="Kad Tor"] [member="Ralize Darkfeather"] [member="Ordo"] @[member="Kad Kando"]
Nolan Detta