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Skirmish Eternal Conflict - Assault on Garos IV (Mando Protectors & Allies Vs Sith & Allies)

Location: Starship Hangar, Hibridium Mining Facility - Garos IV
Objective: Resource Management
Dialogue Legend: <<Technopathy Link>> │ “Verbal”
Direct Engagement: Drego Ruus Drego Ruus

With her extensive anatomical databases, Lucia was not surprised to hear the Mandalorian’s pained grunt in response to being struck. The back of the knee was not only an immensely painful place to be hit, but was also incredibly hard to defend. It was vital to mobility after all, to such an extent that even the heaviest powersuits were compelled to leave the area less-protected in order to ensure that the user could run, jump, and dodge inside their armor.

Nevertheless, her opponent was still formidable and very much capable of fighting. Had Lucia not already witnessed his feats of durability, she might have thought that such a wound would put him down immediately. Instead, he planted his feet to pivot around, using what was almost certainly his good leg to do so. The gynoid’s photoreceptors registered the movement the moment the moment it began and in turn, she immediately threw her body into a flying, cartwheeling somersault in the opposite direction of the Mandalorian’s spin, effectively moving into his turn so that he might overshoot and be forced to stop, then restart his momentum in the opposite direction in order to follow her. She hoped that such a maneuver would not only put additional strain (and pain) on his injured knee, but would also give her an opening to inflict further injury.

Unfortunately, the downside of her maneuver was that for a split-second, it put her body right inside the sights of the Mandalorian’s machine blaster pistol, giving the opportunity for a snap shot as the gynoid briefly passed in front of the weapon. Lucia registered the ensuing hit to her torso almost immediately, the force behind the shot briefly stunning her as she landed, compelling the gynoid to use one of her hands in order to save her balance. Nevertheless, with synthetic, inhuman resilience, she sprang back up onto both feet (albeit still crouched low to the floor), at which point a trio of particle beam blasts exploded out from the barrel of her scatterblaster all fired within the span of a half-second and from 10 meters away. Each blast was aimed to strike the Mandalorian inside the (presumably) raised armpit of the arm carrying his machine blaster—another area that she hoped might represent an exploitable weak point.

All the while, Lucia felt the attempt at probing her systems, her synthetic mind functioning as a computer running multiple programs at once. However, the AI tasked with compromising her had an obstacle to overcome before she could begin hacking. She needed to gain some form of access—a remarkable challenge given the fact that like any droid, Lucia was essentially a closed system. Gaining said access would be even harder now, as Lucia swiftly shut down all external communications and sent her systems into lockdown—a measure intended to buy time for power to come back, so that she might activate her threat-prevention suite (which was disabled due to the sudden power draw from her phase shift).

And yet, now knowing that the Mandalorian had an AI on his side, Lucia was not entirely comfortable with that measure alone.

On cue, the gynoid drew power from her systems, thereby shutting off her Feilong Repulsors and plasma whips, before shunting their power into the threat-prevention suite. Said decision would immediately compromise her aerial mobility and meant that she now had no weapon suitable for melee combat, should the fight come to that. Nevertheless, the measure gave her a small amount of solace. For any droid, there was nothing more terrifying and invasive than getting hacked.


 
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Equipment
ArmorBeskar'gam.
Melee WeaponsCopad'kal, "Ambition", personal Mandalorian Kal.
Kada'yr, Mandalorian Kal.
Iviin'cer, beskar spear.
PistolsDXN-57 Breachlight blaster pistol.
BH Durin Charric Blaster Pistol.
AP-25i 'SIMP' Particle Beam Blaster.
Other
Auriel Combined Energy Bow.
Mother's Root seeds [In secured bottle stored in belt.]
Ground Mother's Root toxin [In secured bottle stored in belt.]


Astrid pentoghast

Cyan colored text indicates an illusion.


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Elise always could tell when her Dreamscape was being broken into. She gritted her teeth, feeling darkness consuming the area as she opened her eyes to a city illuminated by yellow lightning in the sky. Approaching her, she saw a gold clad Mandalorian marching towards her. Tight fists, stiff posture, she boldly approached in rage.

"Traitor! You betrayed your vode, your family, and me!"

She activated her jetpack and barreled towards her. Feet stuck to the ground, Elise winced her tear filled eyes shut and uprooted the fabrics of the dreamscape. The image faded around her, and she opened her eyes to the inky darkness. She felt Astrid before her, having walked into the illusionary scape. Elise narrowed her red, glowing eyes. Rage took her.

"Use my memories against me, huh? A low blow."

Her entire body appeared different in the Dreamscape, with a Novanian garb covering her where needed. Her glowing tattoos shone through, however, as she sneered.

"You forgot something though, witch..."

She body grew, larger and larger, as she towered before the figure of the witch.

"This is my realm. And you are not welcome here!"

The entirety of the dream's reality vibrated and shook. Lightning surrounded them all, blinding, as Elise ordered the dream realm to her very will.

"Get out."

And like that, both were cast back into reality.

Elise gasped from the toll of expelling Astrid's magic from her mind. Her beskar'gam covered her glowing war paint, but Elise's eyes glowed just the same. She glared deeply upon the Nightsister, her wrath having grown tenfold. She could never understand why people could be so vile in this broken galaxy. Where was compassion? But Elise was running out of time. She knew that once her own Mother's Root ran dry, she would be too weak to fight on. Elise marched on, rolling with her wobbling world as she put her pistol away started another onslaught of attacks.

She pulled her free hand's pointer finger up and attempted to strike her opponent. Using the Kal and kicks as distracting runner ups, she would follow up and sneak in attempts to merely touch her enemy with her finger. It only took one hit. If she could only physically touch, even brush, the nightsister with her hand, the Dreamseer Blessing would activate, instantly knocking her unconscious.

She could only keep this up for so long. She had very little time left...

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The sudden shift to the right caused Drego to let out a groan of pain as he adjusted, bacta auto-injectors getting to work fixing his leg. The moment he saw the Scatterblaster rounds fire, he adjusted his stance, shifting his shoulder forward.

<They're a droid sir! If I can get an access point, I could probably shut them down!>

A droid. Alright ya bucket of bolts, let's get personal then.

Keeping his shoulder forward, Drego rushed forward at full tilt, putting an Olympic sprinter to shame, he closed the distance between the two of them, particle bolts hitting durasteel shoulder plates, exploding off them as he charged forward. Holstering the machine pistol, he instead drew out one of his new Thunderfists, firing his own cone of particle pellets as he closed the distance, aiming for the bot's torso, hoping to hit something crucial alongside the Disruptor pistol in his vambrace, while in his offhand, he drew his new handaxe, twirling it in his hand to make sure the seigurium spike was facing his opponent when he swung right for their head.


 
Location: Starship Hangar, Hibridium Mining Facility - Garos IV
Objective: Resource Management
Dialogue Legend: <<Technopathy Link>> │ “Verbal”
Direct Engagement: Drego Ruus Drego Ruus


Keeping his shoulder forward, Drego rushed forward at full tilt, putting an Olympic sprinter to shame, he closed the distance between the two of them, particle bolts hitting durasteel shoulder plates, exploding off them as he charged forward.

There was nothing in her databases and cognitive systems that could have possibly anticipated the Mandalorian being capable of such an impossible feat of athleticism and endurance in the immediate aftermath of the injury that Lucia had inflicted upon his flesh. While the gynoid possessed extensive anatomical databases, in this case, they had failed to anticipate that the Mandalorian would be capable of running at such extreme speeds in spite of the fact that the tendons in one of his legs had been ripped asunder. However, the gynoid wasn’t sure if that was a failing on her part or just sheer bad luck that she found herself set against a warrior who appeared to merely shrug off all known laws of physics as if he were a walking demigod. An immortal not bound by the limitations of anatomy.

Perhaps that was exactly what he was. Even among the Mandalorian people, such supernatural gifts were not entirely unheard of.

Nevertheless, Lucia had only needed to buy time. In that, she had succeeded. Already, the last ships loaded with hibridium were taking off from the hangar bay and thereafter jumping into hyperspace, leaving behind nothing save for a few empty cargo pallets. There was no reason to stay beyond pride, of which she lacked. And so, Lucia activated the shield device attached to her belt, at which point a shimmering barrier of translucent energy came up to intercept the incoming blasts. Such was the extreme weight and force behind the Mandalorian’s attacks that the shield’s power cell would quickly deplete, but Lucia didn’t need it for long. With her threat-prevention suite now active, Lucia felt comfortable with re-opening external communications. As such, she gave the order for the remaining Dark troopers to download the memories from their fallen peers, before initiating a retreat.

A split-second later, before Juggernaut would have (presumably) planted his axe in her skull, Lucia disappeared in a sudden haze of rapidly displaced dust, light, and air.

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Their blades clashed again, aged beskar straining against shimmering plasma. Though the Dark Lord's lightsabers had no hope of breaching the Liberator's armor or cutting through her weapon, they were a sufficient threat enough to keep hammering away at her guard. The true threat was the runeblade, having already cleaved through her vambrace, now waited patiently upon the edge of her periphery like a stalking predator. But the Dark Lord demanded her direct attention, potentially splitting it between two vectors of threat.

"A life of misery, a life in fear. Looking over your shoulder at shadows, jumping every time the wind turns. A damaged people clinging to a dying culture. You should not have come back, Mia Monroe, you should have done what you do best." He pushed against her, leveraging His tremendous strength to force the Mandalorian woman back. "Abandon all the people you've failed."

As if to punctuate the point, the Dark Lord's runeblade honed in on the Liberator. It's jagged blade aimed for the side of her midsection, seeking to split her open and spill her guts.


 
Her heels dug into the broken duracrete, sliding as Carnifex drove her back, the effort of keeping both blades at bay drew her focus but it was his words that truly unsettled her. You should not have come back. Mia had not wanted to come back, she had told Ijaat and Ashin the same thing, that they should not have brought her back. The pain those words drew from her reflecting in the glow of her orange eyes.

But she was back.

And she had made a promise to Ijaat, that she would seize that with both hands. She twisted forcing the sabers away to the side, slamming her shoulder into the Dark Lord's chest oblivious to runeblade until it slammed into her abdomen, drawing a grunt from her.

It slid through her beskargam like it was butter, running her through until its point split the back of her armour. Mia staggered with the impact before dropping to her knees staring down at the blade embbed in her stomach. "Kark." She could taste blood in her mouth. The orange faded from her eyes, the maelstrom about them collapsed, debris that had been caught within tossed aside by the fading winds.

Her eyes surveyed the battle around them, somewhere she could her Jhi shouting for her.

"I will not abandon them, Kaine." She said softly, looking up at him "I cannot. Manda will not let me rest, not until I've fulfilled my duty to them."

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The blow was struck.

It was over.

Carnifex walked slowly towards Mia Monroe, deactivating His lightsabers and slipping them back into the holsters around His waist. The blasphemous blade stuck in her belly kept the worst of her bleeding internalized, though a steady stream of blood was already staining the broken permacrete. All noise and chaos around them had ceased, and a deathly silence had fell over the battlefield. Mandalorians near the duel had stopped to watch, and their Sith adversaries did the same.

None could bare to tear their eyes away, all would be witness.

"You'll be fighting their battles forever, Mia Monroe, until you're utterly spent." He reached down and wrapped His fingers around the blade's hilt, gently pulling it, and by extension Mia, upwards so that He could thrust His boot against her shoulder. With one horrendous move, the Dark Lord wrenched the blade free from Mia's gut, a gusher of blood spewing out once the blade had been free. The entire time, the blade had been leeching at her soul; yearning to subsume it. Now that was replaced with an aching agony.

Carnifex leveraged the sword against a nearby stone, Mia's blood still coating the blade. "Remember this, Liberator. You only still draw breath now because I allow you to, that your life is only granted continuance because it is within my power to do so." The blade then disappeared in a dazzling display of green flame and Nightsister magick. The Dark Lord turned His back on Mia, walking away. His voice still carried over to her ears, even as He began to fade from all sight.

"Leave this place, Liberator. When death does at last claim you, it will be amidst the last gasp of your dying people." He laughed then, harsh and biting.

And then He was gone.

But His laughter continued to echo.


 
His laughter echoed in her ears as she lay in the carnage of their fight, blood pooling about her. Fire wreathed about her hand as his words echoed in her mind.

You'll be fighting their battles forever, Mia Monroe, until you're utterly spent.

Hadn't someone else said something similar? Hadn't Ijaat Mereel Ijaat Mereel said he thought she would lose herself before he realised she meant the mantle for him? Her flame wreathed hand pressed against the wound, cauterizing it, a numbness spread through her as she slowly sat up, as Jhi arrived at her side, taking Mia's arm in hers and heaving her to her feet, and supporting her.

Mia's hand extended, summoning her discarded helmet back to her hand returning it to her head, she opened comms to the raiding party.

"All units, fall back."

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She was annoyingly resilient, who as a member of a group that specialised in the construction of armour that was considered nay unbreakable, nay unstoppable, that had without perceived mystical, magical abilities, had waged crusade against the galaxy. And to the Sith, were certainly some of their most hated enemies, Malum was even willing to rank them as second only to the Jedi.

And to some Sith amongst his Order, perhaps they would rank them even higher than the Jedi.

Truly a poised chalice, if there ever could be one.

All of that, however, was cold comfort to the fact that this Moridinizid had fought through the pain, fought through her own weapons being used against her, fought against the lightning that had burned so hot to attempt to boil her against her beskar plate.

She was altogether more resilient than most Moridinizids.

Of course, the sister of Elsie would have to be exceptional too.

Unfortunately, that would certainly not help him.

Still what would, was the fact that clearly his words had their intended effect, her bloodlust had given away to confusion, and that given away to bloodlust. She was growing as emotional from this encounter as he was... perhaps even more so.

Perfect.

The invisible inky black tendrils of Consume Essence reached out, to latch onto the Mandalorian's form, he felt himself, her emotions fueling his, emotions granting him strength, strength granting him power. The truth of the Sith Code playing out in real-time, and he smirked in answer to her question, basking in the darkness that was overtaking him.

"I know her... intimately.~" For all the rage, anger, he felt, both from himself and stolen from the armoured hulk before him, there was nothing more cathartic, nothing more that provided a grim satisfaction, than revealing to her, piece by piece, where she had lost a sister.

He had gained the most wonderful woman in the galaxy.

He lept back, as the punch cleared the air between them, even in the distance, he could feel the weight and force of the fist, no doubt sending him flying off the building in which they stood, no doubt causing him immense amount of pain.

But she had already caused him so much pain.

Already caused her, so much pain.

He hissed out, as in front of him suddenly appeared three spears of absolute darkness, and without sound, nor fanfare, they were loosed.

Loosed to cut tendon, loosed to puncture limb, loosed to break bone.

Loosed to cause pain.

Never to kill.

She did not deserve death yet.

"You Moridinizids betray yourselves, you destroy your own homes, you are all wild animals unable to be civilised, unable to understand reasoning," His eyes glimmered in fire, "And I am more than willing to beat those lessons into you, no matter how wasteful."

He gave his silent apologise to his Elsie for saying such things.

But it would be the only way to gain their revenge.

"But, I was not lying," The glimmer turned into a blaze, "You would have made a good Sith."

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"I know her... intimately."


Mevia's eyes widened beneath her buy'ce. She was stricken with memories of her own... crush... Emam Kandar. A fellow Chiss, and a fellow Mandalorian. They had flirted, he had caught her eye. But in the end, it has only been a game to that boy.

A game.

And he had played her like a fiddle before moving on to the next attractive Mandalorian he saw.

And to think that... Elise had found...

"Why..."

She clenched her fists.

"Is it..."

She pushed against the ground, charging for the object of Elise's affections.

"Always..."

Emam's memory burned in her mind. Jealousy once again consumed her.

"Elise who gets it good!?"

She aimed her vambrace, to aim an attack, "Why can't I ever get to be-"

Three shredding, stabbing pains slammed into her body.

It had been invisible, but Mevia's enraged movements kept them from striking intended bone. And yet, the bleeding beneath her armor was found in areas that were not vital, but hurt nonetheless. The momentum of the strange Force power thrust her back, causing her to fall to her knees. With a gasp of agony, Mevia was left to try and figure out what had happened while her beskar'gam injected bacta and stimulants into her bloodstream, kicking off an enhanced healing process and keeping her going. Rage towards these filthy Force tricks bubbled within. She gasped again, head lowering as she struggled to get up.

"You Moridinizids betray yourselves, you destroy your own homes, you are all wild animals unable to be civilised, unable to understand reasoning."


Early childhood memories flashed in her mind.

"Get up, Chiss pet!" "We will still see war, death, and rebirth. When we've extended the use of these Chiss swine, we'll slaughter them like the livestock they are." "You are slaves to our Maw, Chiss. You are animals, who deserve to die." "These Chiss keep spawning more pups. The young are even more revolting than the matured. They aren't even useful labor!"

Mevia's hand clenched the dirt below, as anger induced adrenaline flooded her veins.

"Stop..."

She pulled her other hand aside, as the Resa'geriuvr gauntlet started to glow. Force energy siphoned from the crystal in the gauntlet as it shifted into Code Of The Annihilator. She clenched her fist.

"... calling me..."

She pushed off the ground, racing towards her adversary, "an animal!"

She thrust her arm forward, hurling a gigantic bomb of destructive netherworld energy towards the enemy. The immediate area where he stood was decimated, reduced to a smoldering waste. But Mevia hardly suspected that he was done yet. Thing was, she was not done either. She pulled the Tyatr'geriuvr from her back. Grunting in response to the pain in her body, she took aim with the assistance of her infrared vision. She saw the heat signature of her enemy through the smoke, and she fired another beam of plasmag energy. The kickback of the rifle made her hiss in pain, as she had to rifle resting close to where one of the puncture wounds were.

"Mmph!"

Kemme'viawa'nuvci lowered her rifle, starting to pant from the exertion. The rifle fell to her side, held by the strap wrapped around her shoulder. She scanned with her H.U.D. trying to see if she somehow managed to land a hit. But if he was coming again... she pulled her Kal from her utility belt, holding it in a defensive posture... she would be ready.

"But, I was not lying. You would have made a good Sith."


She seethed under her visor. The Sith... were beneath her. The same Sith who teamed up with that abominable Maw. And today, Mevia was determined to show this sly little emo boy how her pain was greater than Elise's. Far, far greater...

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"Are we envious, little Mevia, always second best to her superior sister, or are we jealous, desiring what we cannot have?~" The smirk widened, as he watched his spears strike through her armour's weak points, watching her fall upon the ground, gasping, and groaning, and moaning in pain, as her head lowered in forced submission.

Words were wind, he told himself.

It was not a betrayal of his Elsie, to use everything, even himself, to bring about as much pain to this... mongrel.

He hid his surprise that she stood at all. Their beskar'gem were proving a true annoyance. Still, even if he did not admit it, simmering respect was making itself felt, watching her claw herself back up, clenching the dirt beneath her. It was inspiring, in the way watching an enemy on the back foot, on her knees, could be called inspiring.

He strangled the budding respect in its cradle.

She did not deserve even that much.

Yet his considerations would cost him.

Her emotions had grown familiar, the anger, the rage, as it filled him, grew him, he felt no difference between the one who he had seen brutalise his Elsie and the one who was attempting to stand.

All apart from the volume.

He should have noticed.

Noticed that, and the power that was exuding out of the beskar'gam.

She stood strong and proud, and her gauntlet glowed with a presence he knew all too well, a presence which did not belong in this world, but a presence that could infiltrate, a presence that he had visited.

To think she had the power of the Netherworld quite literally at her grasp.

He stilled, as her shouted voice heralded the wake of the attack, there would be no opportunity to escape, there would be no way to avoid it, no way to deflect it.

The prominence by his neck fell down his throat, as he realised exactly what he needed to do.

As the whispers of something alien and foreign, yet all too familiar broke his brow. As in his hand was drawn his lightsabre, red plasma kissing the air, hissing awake, as he took guard. This would hurt, even if he could hold it at bay.

And then.

Then his amulet began to glow.

And he knew he would be safe.

The Netherworld bomb struck him, as a great explosion sounded across the planet, as the land which he stood would be forever scarred by a power, not of the world.

Yet as the smoke cleared.

Malum stood, smirking.

His amulet had grown cold, yet it had shielded him from the blast still.

Not that he had any time to enjoy it, as through the smoke, a great plasma bolt fired, his eyes stuck between narrowing and widening, as by pure instinct, his legs attempted to sidestep the attack, before realisation, that it was far too fast, the lightsabre moved then, years of training having prepared him for moments just like this, it was threading a needle, parrying an attack so thin, with a weapon equally as thin, it was dangerous.

Yet, he had years to hone that danger.

As he swung, and the bolt was sent back to its owner.

As he was growing far too done with this fight.

With this resistance.

He raised a finger, the ring on his finger glowing an eery orange. The same colour reflected in his own eyes.

As he willed the Force around him.

Through the smoke, through the carnage.

A great wall of flame was unleashed, rapidly heating up further, until it was a great dark blue.

All to burn the Moridinizid.

To ashes.

"If not animal, I can at least be confident of one apt title..." His eyes narrowed to where he knew she was, even if he could not see her, his Consume Essence could see her, helmet on or off, and he hated the sight, "...Monster."

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Mevia dodged right just in time for the Plasmag shot to fly past her. The explosive energy resounded behind her, as she panted from the exertion. Her heart pounded, as she peered into the smoke of her explosion the best she could. Her infrared vision flared, and she realized that heat was rapidly building within the smoke cloud. Then, the flames burst forth.

From the smoke, boiling blue fire flew towards the Chiss like a violent solar flare. Mevia gasped, realizing that the radius of the flare was far too large to attempt to dodge. She gritted her teeth, activating her vambrace's shield generator. The small plasma bubble formed around her as the fire attempted to drown her in its blue, burning waves. She felt the temperature rise to such a degree, her skin beneath her beskar'gam began to burn from the superheated beskar plating and tight armorweave bodyglove. She panted, gritting her teeth and growling before admitting a gasp of pain.

Then, the flames died down. At least, the fire itself had not reached her. Smoke swirled around her as her energy field fizzled out. The scorched landscape both opponents stood in smoldered as stray fires burned still. The Mandalorian moved, feeling horrendous pain in the burns still sizzling in her skin. But she had to fight on. She was far from done with her rage yet.

"If not animal, I can at least be confident of one apt title... Monster."

Panting heavily, Mevia rasped her breaths as she glared at the Sith through her buy'ce.

<"I might be a monster,"> She admitted, <"But I'm only the product of what your ilk made me, Sith.">

She struggled to move her arm, but she pushed through the agony as she muttered, <"I'm only a Chiss, sick and tired of being the ostracized and neutered ones.">

She aimed her vambrace, seething, <"I'm only a Mandalorian, done with how we've been pushed around!">

She fired her wrist rocket at him, Kal still in hand, <"If I'm a monster, then this galaxy can burn for making me this way!">

She darted for the Sith in a desperate attempt to fight him toe to toe. As she approached, she fired her anti-Jetii fibrochord whip at him, hoping to snare him and draw him close as she aimed a swing with her dagger as his neck.

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He felt the flames lick along her form, but though he could not see through the blue fire, he could still see, and though the blaze sunk its fangs as hard, as harsh as it could along the Moridiniz- Mandalor- Moridinizids, her beskar'gam's shields were enough of a buffer to keep her body from becoming little more than kindling for his fire.

Not that he wished for that.

They said immolation was one of the most painful ways to die.

Yet.

Not even that would be worthy enough punishment for all she had done to him.

What her memory had done to him.

What she had actually done to his Elise Ahana-Gwyneira Elise Ahana-Gwyneira .

She would not die.

She would suffer.

And so as the flames swirled greater and greater, unable to punch through the shields, but allowing the smoke to rise, cutting off her air, as the heat so supreme, attempted to melt the beskar which made her power, to make her an iron suit.

One which she would be buried in.

Before the flames died away.

From even here, he could feel her pain.

He lavished on it.

All that she deserved.

Her form revealed as the flames faded, as the smoke dissipated, red eyes narrowed as she began to speak again. He was not so foolish to not understand that in some valid way, she was victim, victim of what those of his kind had done, even if of a different creed. He was not so blind to not understand there lay some true trauma to make her what she was.

He was not so uncaring not to consider that.

Yet.

Something far greater than those facts, a feeling powerful, that he so rarely felt in the depths of his heart for those that did not share his blood.

Made him altogether, far too unforgiving to consider anything else.

The wristrocket fired towards him with the speed of a bullet, only to have his hand extended out, right as they were to reach impact, halted in motion, but not in strength, as behind it, he saw the advancing hulk of beskar, wounds beside, still fighting.

An animal rabid, and needing to be put down.

He lept back, memories of what that chord could do, filling his vision, as the hiss of crimson blade, made ready to parry away any strike of the of the Moridiniz- Mandalor- Moridinizid's sword.

Before the wristrocket suddenly changed direction and fired back towards its mistress.

As Malum's eyes filled with red.


"Such a lost little lamb, so sure it is the galaxy that is at fault, she cannot see her own..." Watching as the wristrocket continued to advancing, his feet stabilising as they landed, with a speed greater than most, he advanced forth, the wraith stalking prey, lightsabre hissing, as he made swing across her chest, "...So blind to the fact she is the problem, and so lacking in vision, she knows not how to make the pain stop... only demands that the galaxy be as pained as she is."

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