It's Led to This (Tal'verda Brothers VS. Vulcanus )

[Revenchent]

MYTUS​

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Landing on the capital world of the New Order had been difficult enough. Sneaking into the palace of Darth Vulcanus, even more difficult. Cutting a bloody swathe through Imperial Guards and Sith Warriors, no, that had been wonderful. The eldest of the two brothers knew perfectly well that this was suicidal. Even if the Dark Lord was defeated, the odds of escaping intact were slim to none. Still, blood called for blood. The men and women who had fallen to the Sith's tyranny deserved vengeance, and no one else felt the need to deliver it more than Calico.​

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The sound of a sickening shlick echoed through the hallway as Calico retracted his vibroblade from the severed head of a Sith Apprentice. The force guarding Krag's palace was, of course, impossible to penetrate through small arms alone. The Chieftain had relied on his abilities of infiltration to make it into the inner sanctums without being discovered. There would be more than mere Apprentices and hapless gunmen coming to see what all the commotion was about. He needed to act quickly.

The armored man slapped on a strip of thermal tape across the throne room's archway. It was all he had, but it was needed to reach the butcher beyond the doorway. He lit the tape with a match, and rolled sharp to the right as the explosion blew the doors clean inward. The Chieftain pushed up to his feet and peered through the dust that had been kicked up, slowly entering the throne room. His DC-17 remained pointed toward the floor, and his kama swayed as he stood in the room's entrance. Galaar shouldn't have been far behind.
"Vulcanus! It's time we finished what you started! The voices of millions call out from the afterlife for your head!" He tilted his helmeted head back.. "And I will be the one to deliver it"

[member="Darth Vulcanus"] [member="Galaar Tal'Verda"]

 

[Galaar Tal'Verda]

Galaar stood to Calico's left by seven paces as he entered the room. The way he walked, stood, and breathed all an insult to Krag. He carried himself like he was the one to own this Throneroom. He now stood beside his brother in the very maw of death, he too, was not very optimistic about survival. He was optimistic about the fact that they'd show Krag why you don't mess with former Republic Commandos. He was optimistic they'd have revenge and he was optimistic that they'd become a banner for others to rally behind even if they didn't survive this ordeal.

Unlike Galaar held his rifle to his chest with the gun aimed to the right as he spoke. His loudspeakers booming after Calico's. "Its two on one! You may as well lower your weapon now and slice off your own head, save us all the trouble and yourself the humiliation of being decked by yours truly. Oya! Sooran, shab! Vulcanus!" He doubted the behemoth understood Mando'a, but if he did, he'd know that Galaar basically told him to suck on the barrel of a smoking blaster rifle.

[member="Calico Tal'Verda"] Darth Vulcanushttp://starwarsrp.net/user/1766-darth-vulcanus/

 

[Darth Vulcanus]

[member="Galaar Tal'Verda"] [member="Calico Tal'Verda"]

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Blistering heat choked the air and molten metal ran through specially designed groves in the floor that brought the liquid flames on a journey throughout the entirety of the throne room. Sitting at the head of this hellish stream was a throne, dark black in appearance with multiple jagged spikes jutting out violently in multiple directions. Vulcanus himself, dressed in his Sith Armor, completed the menacing scene perfectly. If one had been beaten unconscious and drug here, they may think they were in hell when they awoke.


As the two attackers burst in the door with their heroic words, Vulcanus took notice that they were force dead. Peculiar, they obviously weren't Vong and yet they were as dead to the force as one. The beast mauled this reality over in his head as the two force dead soldiers rambled on about something or other. Vulcanus wasn't really paying any mind, it was clear enough that they wanted to challenge him. He did, however, hear something about millions calling out for his head and dropping his weapon. Pitiful if these lessers thought that such things would in anyway phase him.


"You are dead in the force, but you are not of the Vong. Interesting, perhaps your bodies will reveal some sort of secret to me." was all the Dark Lord said in reply, as if he hadn't heard a word of what they said. Which, he practically didn't. Staring down at the men from his throne, Vulcanus looked them over for a moment and noted their armor. They were obviously qualified warriors, perhaps they could be of use to the New Order. "I will collect your heads as trophies, lessers. But perhaps you will save yourselves the shame of defeat in battle and simply bend your knee to me now" he mused, slowly raising his hand.


The molten metal in the groves on the floor began to levitate in response, as if the rivers of flames were marionettes at the end of a puppet master's strings. Thrusting his hand up towards the sky, the Dark Lord commanded the river to rise up high in front of the exits as to block any escape.

 

[Revenchent]

How.....dare this thing ignore them? Calico kept a steady aim on the Dark Lord, and took in a deep breath. Focus. He needed focus if he were to defeat Krag. It was no secret that the former Sith Emperor had powers far beyond what the soldiers could ever imagine. It was also no secret that they were likely going to end up thrust on pikes to make lawn decorations for Krag. Calico just...didn't care. Not now.


"Take him on the right." He ordered to his brother. The former Chieftain of Tal'verda strode forward; his heavy durasteel boots clanking against the floors. The orange and silver of his armor reflected the vibrant flames spewing from the lava; giving the former Grand Marshal a fearsome visage. He had nothing left now thanks to this creature. Nothing but his brother. Fear would not stop him now.

"I will hang your head from the citadels of Coruscant for all to see!" He roared in bloodthirsty rage. A loud pop would reverberate through the room, and a cyndrical item sailed through the air at an extremely fast speed. It would arc over Krag, and as it came a few feet above him, explode violently and spew shrapnel in every direction. Calico had fired an anti-infantry round.

[member="Galaar Tal'Verda"] [member="Darth Vulcanus"]

 

[Galaar Tal'Verda]

"Aye-aye, Ca'ika." Galaar responded quickly to his clone brother who now stood beside him. He weaved to the right and then clicked his teeth together four times. His Jetpack, a similar model to Jango's, flared to life on his back and propelled him into the steam ridden, crusty, and damn right hot air. Thank Manda for sealed armor with enviro control.

As he lifted into the air his own rifle was aimed from his hip. There was a second loud clunk-pop as another one of the slugs went flying towards Vulcanus. This one, however, was aimed at the beast's feet in an attempt to catch him between the two shock waves and disorientate him before the battle could even such as begin. The slug would explode in a bright, fire flashy that sucked the air in around it. Galaar had fired the ammunition type that was typically reserved for tanks and heavy walkers.

"Suck on that! Chakaar!" He roared from the air.

[member="Calico Tal'Verda"] [member="Darth Vulcanus"]