I am no longer a slave

[Dulk Vormic]

Location: Dathomir

Action: Escaping with ten others slaves from a riot.

Objective: Get off world.


Time: Five days earlier



After a victorious battle against raiders the warrior was named hero of the battle despite being a slave. He would be recorded in his clans history, a great honor. Yet the greatest honor he could achieve was breeding slave, which he was named by his masters. But the warrior thought he would earn his freedom like others have, yet he still was a slave? This perplexed him, causing him to grow angry despite being "honored" he asked multiple times for freedom but was quickly silenced. The strength in the dark side manifested him, he was stronger then most because of this but never knew, his anger grew. The clan was celebrating his new status as a different slave, they were selfish and ungrateful of him. Later that night he in uncontrollable rage, activated his double bladed lightsaber, and hacked his master to pieces before he reacted. His unnatural strength wrecking the room to garbage, more nightsisters came to stop him, but were quickly killed with him on the offensive. The brute was a war machine his entire life, he would only grow stronger every major battle his skills were put to the test. In rage no one could get in his way of freedom, other slaves seeing the warrior fight for his freedom rioted joining him. In this great riot many of the clansmen were unarmed, and killed by the clanswomen with the force quickly. Only ten others escaped with him as he would flee, utilizing this distraction . The run away band of slaves were now being hunted Dulk being the main target.


Time:Today

It seems for now, the muscular tank and his band had escaped but they would not survive long without food. The men spread out only enough to were they could see one another. He prepared his lightsaber, not knowing what he sensed was not mere prey.


@Ryak De'ruus

 

[Lord Kataklysmos]

There was a loud crack of bones and trees cracking, shortly followed by a blood-curdling scream. The sound of the destruction of his newest pet made him smile. How very much Ryak loved the specimen that was the Bull Rancor. The Sith Lord admired the beast, its light skin, massive powerful tusks, the thick armor skin... these were beasts of made for destruction... and soon Ryak would further perfect the beast.

Blood dripped from beneath the monster's fist. It let out a brutal sounding roar. It reached down and picked up another of the former slaves and took a big bite, blood oozed down the beast's chin. Ryak began to cackle. The joke that was the fine line between life and death humored him greatly. How fragile humanoids truly were tickled him and in his advanced age it was these little things he had come to enjoy.

[member="Dulk Vormic"]

 

[Dulk Vormic]

[member="Ryak De'ruus"]

Location: Dathomir

Objective: Survive


A rancor, two Dathoromians were eaten by the beast, his allies that had helped him escape were being torn to shreds. In anger the warrior ignited his double bladed lightsaber, whoever the rider was had to be dealt with. A red glow flashed, revealing the two red, and glowing blades; they were long, four feet and a half each a sight easily seen in the Forrest. With pure, brute, strength the warrior sliced with his right blade a nearby tree large enough to kill the beast hoping that it would fall on the rancor the sound of a crack!!!!!! The tree followed suit, moving toward the rancor , it would give the group a chance until Dulk's intimidating, yellow, eyes saw what the rest of the group decided to do . Many of the other slaves were unarmed, and mindlessly charged at the threat, the poor sods would die soon. " Wait! Noooo!" . The muscular tank shouted as more of his friends died , his anger growing more, the darkside manifesting him.Pure focus, he had to confront this combatant it was his only chance.