Relationship Status: It's Complicated
WEARING: xxx
WEAPONS: Ferrum Solus | Blodmåne | Strømafbryder
COMPANION: xxx
ALLIES: Naedira Darcrath | Solomon Telimus
ENEMIES: Briana Sal-Soren | Brandyn Sal-Soren | Lossa Aureus | Vizion Trozky | Rik Perris
Celenon was nothing to marvel at, at least not to the wolf. He would have rather been part of the team to take Yavin, a forested moon where he would have felt more at an advantage. This place was crowded, densely populated, and the beast found it to be lacking in any measure of desire. Certainly there were all sorts of vices to be indulged on this rock, but not near enough of them tempted the Emperor's Wrath to make it a place he would apt to visit.
Perhaps that was why he was chosen. Naedira Darcrath would certainly not be swayed by what she saw. She was more apt to feel the same uneasy feeling which Gerwald had churning in the pit of his stomach. It was a warning, danger. The wolf wanted nothing to do with the urban jungle. He could only imagine how the she-wolf was stirring. They had made strides in keeping the violent passenger at by, but the Sith Lord knew this conflict would test Naedira's will.
Solomon Telimus was another variable altogether. Gerwald had met him in combat, a game of sport for the wolf. It had been a test for the ebony skinned warrior. The result had been enough to convince the Lord Commander to buy the fighter out of his debt to the arena masters and train him.
"This will not be the same as the arena you are used to," he said to his young apprentice. It was the only warning he would give him. "Do not toy with your prey."
His oceanic gaze turned to his mate. There was a pregnant silence between them as he looked on the woman with wonder. She had always been a fighter and a warrior. Missions of any kind which saw them fight side by side always reminded the wolf of their first meeting. That had been the moment an unintentional bond had formed. The battle meld was not supposed to have lasting effects, and yet it had been the single decision which cascaded the rest leading them to this moment.
He closed the short distance between them through the harsh rises and rough drops of the uneasy turbulence. Gerwald steeled himself as his masculine hand brushed subtly and quietly against her more feminine.
<< "*Sterkari saman, ástin mín." >>
It was an invitation, but it was also an affirmation. They knew what they were capable of together. Was there a certain amount of fear? The she-wolf could threaten to take over in the middle of a battle, and they did not know what would happen if it did. Gerwald had a guess, and it was not favorable. She could not transform after all. His hope was the fight would sate the beast.
There was another reason the beast was uneasy.
The undead.
This was not the kind of army he would have used, but they had been released. They could have taken the spaceport without them perhaps. What would keep them from turning on the Sith without those to command them? Certainly Srina Talon and Darth Empyrean could exert their will over them with ease. Perhaps the wolf could as well. He had just never tried. Today he would have to.
The port was strategic. It was the only reason they were there. If the Sith captured these points, then pressing into Galactic Alliance territory would be easier. All things came from the vassal state. The attack vectors, the ships, even the ground vehicles were provided by those worlds. Everything about this maneuver was sound.
If it was successful they would have a major victory.
If it failed any retaliation would be turned toward Dromund Kaas and Korriban.
"The drop ship is moving us just over the landing zone. Whatever the hoard has not killed, we will finish. The Jedi will be here to oppose us. Today there will be no mercy, for they will show none to you. Extinguish their light."
His words were for all to hear. Gerwald may not have been one given to speeches, but when it came to battle he could never engage without some kind of rallying cry. It was his duty to bolster and muster courage from those under his command, those who followed him into battle. His Stewjoni ways were showing. The wolf was hungry for combat.
"Our objective is simple. We take the spaceport, we keep the spaceport. Nothing else matters."
The ship hovered over the landing zone. Gerwald turned to his skelmorn, and let it loose. The beast dove from the ship with a beautiful elegance that something so deadly should not have possessed. It would be something their enemy would not expect, and it would clear any threat that dared to take the landing zone.
Gerwald followed. His boots would hit the platform first. It was not his way to send others into battle first. His red blade came to life on impact, and the first of his kills were made swiftly after.
The others would follow suit.
Gerwald:
Sent his beastie to clear the landing zone
Leaped from the dropship
Landed on a landing platform
Killed some NPC's
Sent his beastie to clear the landing zone
Leaped from the dropship
Landed on a landing platform
Killed some NPC's
*Stronger together, my love.