THE Wookie Jedi
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Location: Imperial Capital Complex
Temp ally: Quinn Varanin Ellie Mors
Enemies: Kir Dantos Maynard Treicolt
Engaging: New Imperial Military and Loske Treicolt Konrad Bolter
Objective: Loose it.
Equipment: Sith-sword, Armor,
Not us.
The response was enough to make Kezeroths blood boil over. The government he had put faith into had betrayed him, Just like the sith of old. The only difference was timing. A grudge held against sith that were nothing but corpses now. Hatred held in, built apon and refined for over a millennia. At times it was all the Gen'dai had to carry on to. The hope of revenge kept him going almost indefinitely. It drove him, bound him and in some cases controlled him. But what of now? The present moment in time? Kezeroths grip tightened on the weapons he carried as he eyed the arrival of the female jedi. A blonde that boasted an aura of radiance. It disgusted him to no end. Lowering his head like with a primal nature, The giant began. "I will deal with you later Ash." he paused considering what he heard the other male jedi say " Quinn.." He nodded and smirked. As of now that was all she would get verbally as acknowledgement for her words. Through the force Kezeroth knew she would not attack or turn against him. It was what he believed. A gut feeling. His attention was then focused on the new arrival. Loske. "I want answ-" he stopped.
His eyes grew wide taking the new scene that was changing second by second. Like a camera his irises opened and shut to judge distance, speed and feel the environment. Despite his confusion of the situation the sudden rush towards him by the female caused him to twitch. By the time he slid his foot back she was already apon him. Delicate footwork air born to use his massive form as a stepping stone. To ascend into the air and strike. With both hands occupied, Kezeroth had no other option but to alter his size to a foot taller than he currently appeared. The armor he wore contained his biology to a specific height and breaking free of it made him the taller in stature. He was standing seven feet eleven inches. As the golden blade ignited it sunk deep. Past duraplast, past the duranium layering and the bodysuit. Charring his left shoulder from armpit and dragged behind him down his back. Almost severing his arm completely. It was literally hanging from him. Nothing but thick crimson strings.
The acid rifle his left hand held dropped. The disconnection of muscles, tendons and nerves warranted an immediate release of the weapon. " Gaahh." The giants face shifted with mixed emotions of the coarse of seconds. The pain of the wound being made. His body slumped and he stumbled to the left and stopped. The attack was excellently preformed and maneuvered. Preformed on any other known species and it would of ended in incapacitation. Ataru. This fething jedi. On a microscopic level nature was already responding to the wound. Nerves, muscles, tendons all seemed to fall back together. It was not seen at first by then it began visible. The body stitching itself together at an astonishing rate of speed. Regeneration.
Blaster fire reigned down apon Kezeroth from behind after the wound was made. The squads of New Imperials had waited for their chance to strike. The bolts made impact with him violently. Micro-explosions rattled his armor wearing it down quickly and blackening it. A meteor shower befell him now. His tactical mind was out the window and Force Rage was to blame. Within several seconds his arm was functional to move. Whipping the left arm backwards it extended past what seemed humanly possible. A large crimson hand sought out the feet of the Female Jedi behind him. Only to then attempt to yank her toward him, dragging her against the dirt. A place all jedi belonged. With no bone to structure his arm, Kezeroth whipped the limb intent on giving Loske Treicolt whip-lash before throwing her. His aim was toward a ruined wall but who knew what would really happen.
" INSECT!" The words were forced out of his mouth. The last of his patience with it as well. Blaster fire reigned down on him harder from the side. An explosion of smoke and plasma erupting all over his body. The impact of such blasts suggested laser cannon fire. " Take cover!" A command was barked from his gullet before a single eye fell on Quinn. Each successful shot ravaged his armor, stripping him off protection and nearly knocking the giant on his arse. Grunt and savage roars became him. Twisting and weaving to gain speed his sword fell behind him with the increasing momentum. Soon he was nothing more than a red blur of speed. A crimson phantom set on murder and destruction. It carried him away from the others and toward the source of the twin laser cannons. A new imperial tank. A wide smile grew on his face once more. Crazed and sadistic. Out maneuvering the laser cannons Kezeroth dashed toward the tank. Ramming its side. Stirring up the men inside. Circling around the vehicle again he hurried to attempt the same motion. What he was met with was the main gun.
There was not much to see from the scene. Have you ever witnessed flesh, sinew, tendons or muscle blown off a being and then vaporized? White followed by ash. The blaster fire by the squads now in the distance continued. Charring a crimson figure standing deformed and mutated. Kezeroth still stood. His entire left side of his torso carved away and gone. Gritting his teeth, he pressed down on them till they birthed fissures. If it was not for the Sith-sword he still held then he would of been knocked out and most likely dead. Raising the Sith sword he plunged it into the tank satisfied with screams of the men inside.
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