Ardgal Raxis
More than a Man
Ardgal switched his helmet over to his ship's command center, "Captain, I require the praises of my saints and hope from above."
"Yes, sir. Right away, sir."
From above the ship began transmitting across every frequency, every wavelength the song of a choir on board singing the songs of his worship in perfect harmony. The sound blared through the city, a glorious and perfect backdrop for the work of their god and king. Ardgal's HUD lit up with a minimap, marking the forms of his men and the beings that were moving through the street that matched the battle droid's distinct make up. To be more specific--the B2's distinct makeup.
"Red, go east, cut through any that stand in your way, Orange, take west, same. Blue, loop around and protect the citizens in the mines. Yellow, on me, we will take north," Ardgal ordered. Each of his groups were made of an even 50 troops. At his command, they hurried to obey.
He stormed through the streets, leading Yellow group behind him. His men fanned out around. With their heavy weaponry ((in sub link in sig)) it wasn't hard for them to cut through the droids like they were butter. He held is Ardgal'kal, brandishing it like the blade of judgement that it was. Descending on these metal murders, he was the judgement, he was the order, he was the head of the pantheon.
He was the Lord of All.
[member="Flannigan Mcnash"]
[member="Cadan Tazi"]
[member="Lady Kay"]
"Yes, sir. Right away, sir."
From above the ship began transmitting across every frequency, every wavelength the song of a choir on board singing the songs of his worship in perfect harmony. The sound blared through the city, a glorious and perfect backdrop for the work of their god and king. Ardgal's HUD lit up with a minimap, marking the forms of his men and the beings that were moving through the street that matched the battle droid's distinct make up. To be more specific--the B2's distinct makeup.
"Red, go east, cut through any that stand in your way, Orange, take west, same. Blue, loop around and protect the citizens in the mines. Yellow, on me, we will take north," Ardgal ordered. Each of his groups were made of an even 50 troops. At his command, they hurried to obey.
He stormed through the streets, leading Yellow group behind him. His men fanned out around. With their heavy weaponry ((in sub link in sig)) it wasn't hard for them to cut through the droids like they were butter. He held is Ardgal'kal, brandishing it like the blade of judgement that it was. Descending on these metal murders, he was the judgement, he was the order, he was the head of the pantheon.
He was the Lord of All.
[member="Flannigan Mcnash"]
[member="Cadan Tazi"]
[member="Lady Kay"]