The Man in White
Enemy of Flames
Wearing: Senate Commando Armor (White)
Armed with: Sonic Ventilators (Twin Heavy Sonic Pistols)
DC-15S
Shining Edge (Jedi Katana)
Sword of The Resistors (Green Bladed Lightsaber)
The Man in White breathed in and out under his stormtrooper grade armor as he butchered Maw Cultists.
Soooooo much chit had gone down at Kerest that it wasn't funny. Holy fething chit that had been an awful place to be. Especially if you were Darth Xiphos. What had his son, Starlin Rand , done to her, exactly, that left her a screaming wreck?
The Man in White wasn't sure he wanted to know the details. And when he got the full details, as much as he hated to admit it, it made Xiphos understandable.
T'sid's obsession with that poor woman had destroyed both their lives. Syd had gone a little mad from the revelation herself. Where she was now was anyone's guess. He was tempted to hunt her down but that was stymied by the obvious connection and attachment Starlin had to the Witch, even in her fallen state. And even Zabka could not ignore that whatever his ex best friend was now, she was in pain. Terrible pain.
(Narrator laughs in Frank Oz)
The Man dodged the sword swipes of a vicious Maw Cultist, his Force Speed, letting him watch the attack in slow motion like he was Tobey Maguire after getting bitten. Don't worry folks. I'm working up to that Willem Dafoe reference. Can't do a Goblin reference though, as it would be too obvious.
As he dodged a twin stab, he pulled out his heavy Sonic Pistol and domed the cultist with a single shot to his skull. Instant bloody. Just add Blasters.
"Rot in Hell you fethin' amateur..." Zabka snorted as the corpse fell. His pistols we're out, gunning down half a dozen as he charged in. The enemy was everywhere, shooting at everyone. He began shoot dodging, using the Force to enhance his jumps as he flipped forward, backward, side to side, all while shooting back at his attackers.
Wow, did this bring him back. It was like the early days of the Plague, when the crazies came out to start their pillaging. It had been a shooting gallery back then. It was at the very least something he was all too familiar with.
As he killed another, his heart pounded. He shoot-dodged a guy with a grenade, blasting it just as the grenade left the enemy's fingers.
The blast knocked him backward...
The world went dizzy, lobsided as he hit the ground.
Get up he told himself. These are evil people and they have to die.
The Man in White pulled himself up. He wasn't some super powerful Force Spawn that could regenerate on command. But he was, however, a John Preston Expy. And that came with perks of its own.
He rose just in time to see a Maw Dude aiming a Rocket Launcher at him.
His Ion Carbine was raised and fired just as the Maw Cultist fired the Rocket Launcher.
The bolt hit the rocket just as it left the tube.
(GLORY KILL!!!)
The blast made a mini cloud of red mist.
"Punk..." he muttered.
Then he spotted Starlin Rand fighting a Darth.
The emotions that went through Zabka's head at seeing his son were complex.
On the one hand, he was proud of how knowledgeable he was. He had learned much...
On the other hand, it was all her magic. Her tactics.
The guilt at having left him and his Mother stirred. He hadn't been the best father. He'd had bad habits. Too many secrets. Too many demons. Secrets that had eventually crushed his home life. Demons that had eventually made him leave altogether. He hadn't even dared to approach Jen. He knew she likely would never forgive him.
His most personal nemesis, a creature he once took a bullet for, a creature that had caused him decades of misery after killing her in her madness the first time around, a creature that had been his own personal Norman Osborn (Okay, I fethed up, couldn't help the Green Goblin reference, sue me)...had been a far better, more attentive parent than he ever had.
As he absent mindedly double tapped a Cultist sneaking on him from behind with a knife, his stomach curdled with the nauseating reality that they had both left him because of their personal demons, no matter how much they wanted to stay.
He didn't even know what he would do when he ran into his former apprentice again.
How could he even hope to make it up to Starlin? He could barely function in a civilian setting. He might have been a hell of a lot more functional in that setting than say, someone like Maple. But that wasn't saying much.
Being alone with the only thing you can rely on being the regularity of people wanting you dead or worse wasn't much of a Primer for parenting. And the more he delved into the history of Darth Xiphos, the more unsettled he became at just how much of her actions and thought process were only a few shades removed from his own. He'd been on the verge of being her at more than a few points in his life with the chit he'd pulled. It hadn't been against Jedi or Allies, but in the modern setting, he'd probably still be called a Criminal for the things he had done to combat Phyre's cult, as well as for what he had done to Phyre herself, basically enslaving her to help him destroy her cult, then trying to imprison her forever in a tiny rock, Andrew Divoff style.
He gunned down another few cultists about to kill one of the Shi'ido Rebels, and hung on the periphery. He couldn't hold his son's hand, couldn't come swooping in heroically to save him. He didn't deserve to.
But he could brutally execute whoever tried to take a cheap shot at him from behind, which is what he did, sniping three who took aim at his son as he battled the Sith with Blood Magic. He mowed down zombies who looked like they were drifting too close to his position, and shielded himself and a whole other squad of guerillas with the Force, allowing them to close the distance on a gun nest even as they were shot at...
Armed with: Sonic Ventilators (Twin Heavy Sonic Pistols)
DC-15S
Shining Edge (Jedi Katana)
Sword of The Resistors (Green Bladed Lightsaber)
The Man in White breathed in and out under his stormtrooper grade armor as he butchered Maw Cultists.
Soooooo much chit had gone down at Kerest that it wasn't funny. Holy fething chit that had been an awful place to be. Especially if you were Darth Xiphos. What had his son, Starlin Rand , done to her, exactly, that left her a screaming wreck?
The Man in White wasn't sure he wanted to know the details. And when he got the full details, as much as he hated to admit it, it made Xiphos understandable.
T'sid's obsession with that poor woman had destroyed both their lives. Syd had gone a little mad from the revelation herself. Where she was now was anyone's guess. He was tempted to hunt her down but that was stymied by the obvious connection and attachment Starlin had to the Witch, even in her fallen state. And even Zabka could not ignore that whatever his ex best friend was now, she was in pain. Terrible pain.
(Narrator laughs in Frank Oz)
The Man dodged the sword swipes of a vicious Maw Cultist, his Force Speed, letting him watch the attack in slow motion like he was Tobey Maguire after getting bitten. Don't worry folks. I'm working up to that Willem Dafoe reference. Can't do a Goblin reference though, as it would be too obvious.
As he dodged a twin stab, he pulled out his heavy Sonic Pistol and domed the cultist with a single shot to his skull. Instant bloody. Just add Blasters.
"Rot in Hell you fethin' amateur..." Zabka snorted as the corpse fell. His pistols we're out, gunning down half a dozen as he charged in. The enemy was everywhere, shooting at everyone. He began shoot dodging, using the Force to enhance his jumps as he flipped forward, backward, side to side, all while shooting back at his attackers.
Wow, did this bring him back. It was like the early days of the Plague, when the crazies came out to start their pillaging. It had been a shooting gallery back then. It was at the very least something he was all too familiar with.
As he killed another, his heart pounded. He shoot-dodged a guy with a grenade, blasting it just as the grenade left the enemy's fingers.
The blast knocked him backward...
The world went dizzy, lobsided as he hit the ground.
Get up he told himself. These are evil people and they have to die.
The Man in White pulled himself up. He wasn't some super powerful Force Spawn that could regenerate on command. But he was, however, a John Preston Expy. And that came with perks of its own.
He rose just in time to see a Maw Dude aiming a Rocket Launcher at him.
His Ion Carbine was raised and fired just as the Maw Cultist fired the Rocket Launcher.
The bolt hit the rocket just as it left the tube.
(GLORY KILL!!!)
The blast made a mini cloud of red mist.
"Punk..." he muttered.
Then he spotted Starlin Rand fighting a Darth.
The emotions that went through Zabka's head at seeing his son were complex.
On the one hand, he was proud of how knowledgeable he was. He had learned much...
On the other hand, it was all her magic. Her tactics.
The guilt at having left him and his Mother stirred. He hadn't been the best father. He'd had bad habits. Too many secrets. Too many demons. Secrets that had eventually crushed his home life. Demons that had eventually made him leave altogether. He hadn't even dared to approach Jen. He knew she likely would never forgive him.
His most personal nemesis, a creature he once took a bullet for, a creature that had caused him decades of misery after killing her in her madness the first time around, a creature that had been his own personal Norman Osborn (Okay, I fethed up, couldn't help the Green Goblin reference, sue me)...had been a far better, more attentive parent than he ever had.
As he absent mindedly double tapped a Cultist sneaking on him from behind with a knife, his stomach curdled with the nauseating reality that they had both left him because of their personal demons, no matter how much they wanted to stay.
He didn't even know what he would do when he ran into his former apprentice again.
How could he even hope to make it up to Starlin? He could barely function in a civilian setting. He might have been a hell of a lot more functional in that setting than say, someone like Maple. But that wasn't saying much.
Being alone with the only thing you can rely on being the regularity of people wanting you dead or worse wasn't much of a Primer for parenting. And the more he delved into the history of Darth Xiphos, the more unsettled he became at just how much of her actions and thought process were only a few shades removed from his own. He'd been on the verge of being her at more than a few points in his life with the chit he'd pulled. It hadn't been against Jedi or Allies, but in the modern setting, he'd probably still be called a Criminal for the things he had done to combat Phyre's cult, as well as for what he had done to Phyre herself, basically enslaving her to help him destroy her cult, then trying to imprison her forever in a tiny rock, Andrew Divoff style.
He gunned down another few cultists about to kill one of the Shi'ido Rebels, and hung on the periphery. He couldn't hold his son's hand, couldn't come swooping in heroically to save him. He didn't deserve to.
But he could brutally execute whoever tried to take a cheap shot at him from behind, which is what he did, sniping three who took aim at his son as he battled the Sith with Blood Magic. He mowed down zombies who looked like they were drifting too close to his position, and shielded himself and a whole other squad of guerillas with the Force, allowing them to close the distance on a gun nest even as they were shot at...