Justice Is In The Hands Of The People (TU Dominion of Dressel)

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The spice fiends' suppliers had been tracked to Dressel. The Legion had responded immediately. Some might have seen such a rapid and violent response as drastic - Delam saw it as entirely necessary. He was well aware of the various factions fighting for control of the Techno Union's underbelly; they needed to be eliminated.

The knowledge he'd learned had a bit of influence in his decision to invade as well.

The datapad had not lied; his sources had confirmed that much. There was a strong possibility that the slave ring and its cohorts were being funded by a prominent member within the ruling council. If such was true, then the man responsible would need to be put on trial for his crimes.

There was not, however, enough evidence to convict him. All Delam had were a few records of past transactions and a very brief correspondence. It would not be enough to put the man behind bars. Thus, the legion had come to Dressel, where the man in question kept his cloning businesses. They did shady work, but the union turned a blind eye. Capitalism was the way of life within the Techno Union; you either climbed to the top using whatever means were available, or continued to strive meekly at the bottom.

The Legion was unsanctioned. They had come to Dressel to raid the labs and subjugate his private military force. If Delam's suspicions were wrong, he would be stripped of rank. The possibility that they were right, however, was all too real.

The Legion's fleet - two Lucrehulk ships and a few frigates - arrived in the early hours of Dressel's morning. Delam was aboard one of the landing craft. His team would be raiding the primary labs. The second team would deal with the councilman's private home and the security force that protected it.

"If I hear of any civilian casualties," he rumbled through the comms, "I will have your heads."

The men around him nodded in silent agreement. The pilot's voice quipped through the comm. "Drop in two."

Delam drew in a deep breath, checked his rifle, and prepared to disembark. They had managed to arrive undetected - that would change soon enough.

 

[Laman Ress]

1/20
Objective: Insert into complex.
Laman was leading the assault on one of the suppliers houses. This place was more of a military base than an estate, and was armed to the teeth, with the mans own private army watching over it, it would be a long shot, but the legion would be able to handle it. He would lead a team of 16 men and women to raid the suppliers house for information of any sort. He did not care he just wanted information and he wanted it intact, this would be a difficult mission, but it could be done.

Laman was currently in a shuttle, there were about 3 of them heading to the complex, he knew they were about to arrive as the cabin lights dimmed and turned red. Their arrival would be imminent so this would be the last moment for the team to prepare, this would be a difficult fight, but he knew his soldiers were far superior to any other in the galaxy. Laman likened it to 10000 rats fighting off 5 nexu, the nexu are far superior to the rats, but the rats have greater numbers, it all depends on who can outlast who.

 

[Grrwunhoooll Agaburry]

Location: Labs
1/20
Objective: Patrol and Protect.
Enemies: [member="Delam Mairev"] [member="Laman Ress"]

"Rrrrrraaaaawwwrrr!!" Gorenoth roared and quickly slapped the metal table to the side with one of his arms. Gambling cards and chance cubes flew about the room scattering along the floor. Standing up Gorenoth snarled at the new security recruit who had just poorly displayed his true honor to his Captian by cheating. Pointing a large finger at the man Gorenoth stepped forward. Eyes threatening to end the man where he stood. With a stern deep voice Gorenoth growled " Get out of my sight..." The Gorach's upper left hand raised ready to send his man a backhand if he did not heed his command.

Spouting air the Gorach captain walked away to patrol the lab hallways once more, His break.. if it could be called one was over. This was a phase of his life he was not pleased with by a long shot. Gorenoth valued honor and the way of the warrior greatly. Even to the degree of death, He feared nothing. But his days of Conquering others had ended long long ago. It was harder to do now a days. Gorenoths heart sought freedom and the thrill of bloodshed yet his mind and will reminded him of what he owed.

He owed the owner of the Labs a Debt and was paying it out the only way he knew how. Till the debt was paid all who threatened his master would fall, the foe did not matter who or what. Gorenoth was willing to destroy the galaxy if needed.

" Alright back to work you morsels!" He said rather grumply at some scientiest and security guards that were slacking off.

 

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[member="Gorenoth"], [member="Laman Ress"]

Delam's boots sunk into the muddy ground as new intel flashed across his HUD. Their presence on the planet was known, and the governor's forces were moving to fortify the lab. Governor Charim had made a decision as to what was more important to him, it seemed. Delam weighed his options. They had a short window to breach the lab before enemy reinforcements arrived. It would be far easier to defend the complex than to meet the private army out on the open field. The men of the Legion were skilled warrior, but they were small in number. Without the advantage of higher ground, they would be overrun.

Delam made a choice.

"Captain, we're changing the MO. Get your men over here. We'll take the lab together." He did not wait for a reply. Keeping the comms open would make them easier to track down amidst the swamp. Pleasant as open communication might have been, Dalem had no desire for the security force to find his men before the Legion found them.

Slipping the Shacklebolt rifle over his shoulder, Dalem turned toward his team. "It's a short slog. Try not to get stuck in the mud, eh?"

 

[Laman Ress]

2/20
Laman heard a message over his coom, he had been given new orders, he was to move away to support the High lords men at the lab. It was a ways away and it would take time to get there, so he would be without support for awhile, this may be for or against them, but hopefully he could get them in a adequate time frame.

"Pilot, we have a new objective, head to these coordinates." Laman said
"Aye sir" The pilot replied

Laman hoped he could get there in a timely manner, he wanted to see some action today, he knew how good the soldiers of the legion were, they could probably take out the entire lab in one fell swoop, that is just how good the legion was. Trained from birth to be the best, and that they were.
[member="Delam Mairev"]
[member="Gorenoth"]

 

[Grrwunhoooll Agaburry]

2/20
Objective: Defend and Mud
Enemies: [member="Laman Ress"] [member="Delam Mairev"]

Red lights flashed in the halls but there was no alarm. A code one? Interesting to see since threats on the Labs were very rare. Taking out his datapad Gorenoth examined the situation at hand. Troops had just landed outside and were headed to the Main Lab. With a smile the Gorach suddenly jogged down the hall and pulled the fire alarm advancing the Code one into a Code two, Now He was the one in charge.

Whoever in pushing the attack was about to be in for a rough time. " Attention! This is your captain speaking. Activate the outer defenses!" He shouted in the coms and quickly got on all fours and sprinted to the control room. Watching the monitiors he chuckled as some cameras revealed the troops in the bog below. " There not too smart. Send out the Probe droids scout the area. If they manage to push through the bog spray them down with the turrents." he ordered once more. Backing up the Gorach tilted his head and headed to the armory, after all he wanted some action too.

" Johnny Boi, Head to the roof with two other men. Launch some Glop Grenades at them." he smirked again. This was going to be really fun.

 

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It was the sovereign duty of the Legions to maintain security within the Techno Union and all of its holdings. This holy right was given to the High Lord by those that had come before them, and their predecessors before them. On the rare occasion, that included threats from within. The warriors of the Legion were disciplined; loyal to a fault. They did not question Delam.

And yet he began to question himself as the turrets turned on his men. They were advanced version of the old Confederate combat armor, and their shields, combined with the cover of the swamp's many trees, kept casualties low. Still, some of the men were scorched by the defensive laser fire. Delam was more concerned about their position being known than anything else.

Green eyes narrowed as he searched for an escape. So far as he could tell, there was none.

Shab.

The cannons were turned upon them, but they had the advantage of the early morning darkness. It would take too long to flank around the men within. They would have to charge up the hill.

Delam cursed the necessity of it.

He waved one of the men forward. The soldier came up alongside him, a grenade launcher in his hands.

"Send a few grenades down their throats. We'll use the confusion to break for the hill and get out of the turrets' range." Delam snapped.

The soldier answered with a dutiful nod. A moment later, and a number of the fragmentation grenades were fired at the turrets. They wouldn't destroy them, but the resulting confusion did by the soldiers a moment or two. Raising his rifle, Dalem charged at the front of his warrior, his Shacklebolt rifle roaring as it brought judgement upon those within the lab.

Dalem made it to the crest of the hill when the Glop Grenades fell...

[member="Gorenoth"], [member="Laman Ress"]

 

[Tyberius Fel]

Burning out a few petty spice dealers...

What had happened? Busting a few spice and death stick hawkers were work for the lowliest planetary police and Imperial Army soldiers, lest they were among the most wealthiest and well equipped of criminals, like the Black Sun. Now, a Royal Guard found himself with yet another group of Imperials who had taken the duty of purging the scum from the galaxy.
Aelius deployed along with a group of the heavily armored soldiers, his face blank and expressionless as they slugged forth through the forest, men being blasted apart and fell by massive blaster shots all around him. With a simple wave of his force pike, he managed to deflect away smaller blaster bolts and with the usage of the force, dodge the larger explosions that couldn't otherwise be blocked or deflected. Force Pike whizzing with electricity in his hand, he awaited for the turrets to be eliminated by the 'Glop' grenades before presumably they assaulted the compound.

A long way from grace.

 

[Verona Chroi]

1/20

Verona didn't talk much to the other members of the Legion. She was strange to the men, they didn't seem to trust her. She often looked as through she could see through them to distant things. When she did talk, she was talking to people they could not see. It did not take long for the soldiers to believe she was unhinged. However, she did not seem to espouse the normal philosophies of either the Jedi or the Sith. She was an enigma to be certain.

She was sitting in the transport on the way to the labs, both hands wrapped around the silver metal hilt of her double bladed saber. She had her eyes closed, listening. The voices were quieter here. Dressel might have carried another sore to be tended, but it did not carry the horrors of Ruusan.

The touchdown in the swamp poured cold water into her boots, but she did not complain. Cocking an ear over, she listened to the silence and grunted an affirmative to herself before she started towards their target, the hilt gripped firmly in her right hand..

As they came up on the lab site, the laser fire erupted at the Legion. The snap hiss of the hilt ignition broke the barrage, and the blue and purple saber spun in a grand arcs as she splashed forward to deflect and reflect some of the fire. There were far too many for her to completely block all the batteries.

[member="Delam Mairev"] [member="Laman Ress"] [member="Gorenoth"]

 

[Laman Ress]

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Laman noticed again as the lights in the cabin dimmed and turned red. Laman got a report of the battle going on about 5 clicks out, and it did not good for the legion. They were being pinned down by heavy cannons and glob grenades. Glop grenades were an interesting tactic, efficient, though this was not good for the Legion. Laman read reports of great legion troopers being frozen on the spot, and then to get basically disintegrated by the turrets. This was unacceptable.

Laman launched a few sorties of CAS fighters in order to take out these turrets giving them a chance to move up, he also diverted a few other teams of soldiers that were originally on standby, they should arrive at about the same time he did, supporting this fight even more. Now Laman waited, for they would arrive soon.

Five minutes passed, in five seconds the air support would arrive, and surgically strike the turrets, and in 10 the shuttles would arrive dropping off more troops to assist in the battle. 10 minutes after this, the fighters would return, but this time containing the aerosol that dissolves the glop, and some of the aerosol contained in a spray can would be dropped in via orbital drop pod, in order to minimize the effectiveness of this glop.

5....
4....
3....
2....
1...
Boom.

The bombs were dropped on the turrets, destroying or disabling them all., and subsequently the shuttles came in. One of the shuttles was hit with a man portable AA missile, and went down crashing into the no mans land. Laman landed right in front of the high lord [member="Delam Mairev"] offloading the squad inside. Laman hopped off the shuttle and looked to the high lord.

"You asked for support sir?" He said with a smile.

[member="Verona Chroi"]
[member="Aelius Varangian"]
[member="Gorenoth"]
[member="Kiro Masahide"]

 

[Darth Eversor]

1/20

The Silent One's duty among the Techno Union was a questionable one at best. [member="Delam Mairev"] Would have one hell of a report about the mute once they were able to sit down and talk things over, better yet, have a one-sided conversation. The darkly clad figure followed right alongside the man that was far more bulk than himself. Satsujin-sha's assigned necessity was to police those that got out of line, to punish and act as judgement all in one. He proceeded through the the slog while bearing with the fact that turret fire was all around them, some being struck and one glancing off of Satsujin's blade. He focused on staying with the juggernaut, it was his best bet for the heavier lifting. Not to say that the swordsman couldn't hold his own, he proved that back on Ruusan.

The Butcher of Ruusan charged alongside the High Lord, drawing his side-arm and firing off a few rounds. Such a caliber slug would leave gaping holes or even take away limbs. A favorite of the silent killer.

He stood as the Captain from before landed in front of them, seemingly expressionless in every sense. He merely listened and followed orders.

His voice was through war and the Legion.

[member="Verona Chroi"]
[member="Aelius Varangian"]
[member="Gorenoth"]

 

[Grrwunhoooll Agaburry]

3/20
Objective: King Kong!
Enemies: [member="Laman Ress"] [member="Verona Chroi"] [member="Aelius Varangian"] [member="Kiro Masahide"]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0PNCSRhdtec​

" Sir they have air support!" a troop yelled into the com. Gorenoth could hear the ships in the background as well as the raging combat outside. With a frown he quickened his pace geared himself well. Fitting his Chest, legs and shoulders with Reinforced Duraplast armor. Bandoliers of ammo were quickly slapped across his chest, all pouches filled with ammo for his LJ-50 Concussion Rifle that he carried in his lower set of arms. As the large Gorach left he grabbed his favorite weapon a power hammer, sliding it to his back the weapon magnetically locked to the socket.

Sprinting out of the armory Gorenoth roared aloud letting the echo boom to the outside air. Pausing for brief moment the Gorach took the time to adapt to the situation. His perception of time slowed as adrenaline pumped throughout his body. His large nose opened up and eyes widened. They had air support taking out the turrents as well as ground forces in the bog below. The Glop grenades had bought him some time but his own men looked demoralized. A rally was in order.

" All remaining forces advance the ground. Pin them in that Bog! Activate the Droids let them deal with those Gunships!" He commanded shouted at the top of his lungs. Swiftly he climbed to the roof of the lab. There was no time to use a ladder and besides he rarely got the chance to do crap like this at the lab. Reaching the top Gorenoth roared again. Firing his LJ-50 at the ground troops below ([member="Delam Mairev"]) he suddenly stopped as he saw a gunship get close enough to be made an example of.

Dropping his Rifle from his hands the sling around his body caught it from falling to the ground. Switching to a his Power hammer the Gorach bared his teeth leaping from the roof onto the gunship with a heavy thump. Gripping the Ship tight Gorenoth slammed his power hammer into the vessel and quickly leaped off landing in the muddy grass below. The Gun ship swirled to the ground disabled and flaming. If that didn't boost the moral of his men then he wouldn't know what would.

 

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[member="Verona Chroi"] was doing her odd dance once again. Her weapon - Delam recognized it as a lightsaber - was little more than a blur as she reflected turret shots back at their source. One of the turrets was struck dead center and went up in flames. A roar of approval rose from the masses as it exploded; whatever issues the men might have had with the mystic seemed to evaporate as she spoke the language they knew so well.

It was then that the Captain [member="Laman Ress"] arrived. The air support was unexpected, but quite welcome. Delam felt himself grin as the lab's defenses were engulfed in the flaming scourge of the gunships' cannons. The frozen 'glop' that had held the vanguard of the men in place evaporated as the ships unleashed their payload. Soldiers, some clad in powered armor, others not, met the lab's defenders at the outer walls. Blasters flashed. Blades clashed. Ordinance set cannon batteries ablaze. It was truly beautiful.

Dalem clapped an armor-bound hand on the Captain's shoulder. "Remind me to give you a call when Life Day comes around brother. You're far too generous." He boomed excitedly - and then the bolt struck him.

The warrior, [member="Gorenoth"], had managed to catch him right in the chest. The bolt had cut through his shields and the layers of solid phrik that comprised his breastplate. A shock of pain ran through the High Lord, though he was unperturbed. His momentary joy shifted to a primal rage - how dare these men stand against his Legions?!

His blade drove deep into the gut of a defender. His shacklebolt rifle rumbled as one of its rounds ripped a leather clad man in half. He worked well alongside [member="Kiro Masahide"], using his larger form to draw fire away from the smaller warrior. They worked well together, Dalem slaying whatever got too close to the smaller man while Satsujin ripped through enemy forces.

The battle had seemed to be going their way when one of the gunships went up in flames. It crashed down near the entrance of the outer wall, creating a large hold for the men to pour through, but also sending Delam flying off his feet. He was sent sprawling through the mud near [member="Aelius Varangian"], spitting curses to the sky as he struggled up to his feet.

His chest throbbed, but he pressed on.

"Through the hole warriors! They are wavering!"

 

[Laman Ress]

Laman knew what he needed to do, he needed to complete with the original objective take what you could, and destroy what you couldn't. He lead a team towards the lab, and he would make the dangerous charge across the no mans land into the lab. As he was beginning the charge he saw [member="Delam Mairev"] get hit in the chest with a concussion bolt fired @Gorenoth. He immediately sent on of the field medics over, though he was killed on the way over, dead lying on the floor.

Laman saw as the High Lord continued to fight regardless, it seemed as if his shield prevented him from absorbing the brunt of the blow himself.

Most of his squad made it across, and he took cover behind the door, preparing to breach.

[member="Kiro Masahide"]
[member="Verona Chroi"]
[member="Aelius Varangian"]

 

[Darth Eversor]

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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PzQFy7O_5V4​

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"...Strike them down... take me to your enemies... cleave your desires from their beating hearts..."​

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-Tyrannus​

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There was no calm to the storm. Blood was the only currency that could be waged, war was eternal. Ever since childhood, all Satsujin-sha was power struggle and war between Jedi and Sith, Imperial and Republic. Many hands locked to a blaster and used systematically as one entity, dying off by the thousands and most never recovering. Peace lost its innocence and definition and no longer meant anything between armed men and women.

The Butcher watched as [member="Delam Mairev"] was struck by enemy fire, but he knew the man could withstand more than this. Keeping his own survival in mind, Satsujin-sha holstered his hand-cannon and gripped the hilt of Tyrannus firmly, slashing one of the defenders across the chest. Their blood inked the blade as if it were a quill, and Satsujin would be writing away their names into history. Pen mightier than the sword? Nonsense.

Being charged head-on by yet another ruffian, they were met with the same outstanding result of death like many before them. No different were these fools, these incompetent grunts. They would be wary of the Legion and its ability, but those who have not yet learned are in desperate need of education through violence. Another victim slain by the blade of the fallen Sith once known as Abraxas, his legacy too carried on through this massacre. The head of the unfortunate lay at Satsujin-sha's greaves, and beneath them is where it was placed. A purple-ish pink slush was all that remained.

The unexpected crash of a gunship jarred Satsujin-sha and knocked him off balance, stabbing his blade into the ground to gain footing. Looking back to see where the High Lord had gone, The Butcher was reassured of their cause and victory. Another of the defenders were slain with the tainted war-blade, their backside being flayed open. No end in sight, the silent warrior pressed on and cut through hostile after hostile. That is all he considered them. Emotions were not to get in the way of completing an objective, and typically in the end one would much rather be standing on the other's corpse.

The Black Imperium was the example of triumph and dominance. A presence to respect.

[member="Laman Ress"]
[member="Verona Chroi"]
[member="Aelius Varangian"]
[member="Gorenoth"]

 

[Grrwunhoooll Agaburry]

4/20
Objective: Donkey Kong
Enemies: [member="Kiro Masahide"] [member="Laman Ress"] [member="Verona Chroi"] [member="Aelius Varangian"]


Rushing into battle the Gorach swung his power hammer to and fro striking those who dared engage him in melee combat or wanted a close shot with their rifles. Gorenoth was buying his time and he knew it. The situation was not in his favor but he wouldn't let that ruin all his fun! Soon more men rushed out from the lab along with droids as well the battle was only starting. Slowing the droids set up Sonic cannons all the while the security forces ran by to their Captains call of combat.

Rolling to the side to avoid blaster fire the large Ape leaned close to stacks of metal crates and barrels. His fur was saturated with mud but that wouldn't stop him. Firing two shots from his Concussion Rifle Gorenoth snarled and stood up quickly. The return fire bought him enough time! Lifting a Metal crate over his head the large Goarach heaved it across the field at a random troop watching him get knocked on his back in the bog of mud. One of the Apes men ran over to the downed solider and ended him swiftly with a shot to the neck.

Eyeing the dead armored man Gorenoth gave a distasteful frown. The solider was not given a chance to get up nor was he armed when his death came. It seemed there was little Honor left in the galaxy.

" I need a squad of 28 to split off and go around. Flank em and surprise them from behind, Their attention will be on me!" Soon the men would be in position for their ambush. Soon large metal crates could be seen being hurled about the battlefield at the attackers. Specifically one such crate found its path toward [member="Delam Mairev"]

 

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"Help the Captain take the lab," Delam snapped at [member="Kiro Masahide"]. The ape-like creature was clearly leading the defense, given how he roared orders at his compatriots. A metal crate was sent flying his way; the armor-clad warrior shifted to the side and narrowly avoided the projectile.

His gaze locked upon the ape-man. If he could put this beast down, then the defenders would be scattered. He could preserve Legion lives. With grim purpose, he raised his shacklebolt and puled the trigger. No mass-powered projectile was fired. The ape-man was not subsequently torn apart by the gruesome weapon. The gun simply clicked.

"Shab." Delam drew his broadsword.

Shouting a call to battle at the top of his lungs, the High Lord sprinted past broken bodies and desperate men toward the leader of the defense. The phrik blade was hefted high over his head - Delam intended to cleave the from should to hip.

 

[Raziel]

For some the raid on a private facility was an oddity on the news. Something to feign concern over during conversation, whilst quietly being glad it was happening to somewhere else. On the far side of the world Spynet had other corporate interests to deal with. Some bold claims about an up and coming tech company on Dressel stealing techno union designs had been made. Raziel was here to find out the truth.

It was always relatively noisy in this restaurant. Expensive, trendy, but with a bubbling atmosphere rather than the quiet ambience some preferred. Raziel stood at the bar with his drink. He'd already been on a date as part of the act and had been suitably boring to ensure she left early and he could sit at the bar looking dejected. Yet as the barman brought him another alcohol free beer he spied his mark moving to the bar with his colleagues. Time to start weaving people into the web. It was all a game of influence. Tie someone up in strings, make them dance to your tune and then move onto the next in line. He would ruthlessly keep finding weak spots and squeezing until he found the evidence, or lack thereof, that he needed.

 

[Laman Ress]

5/20
Objective: Breach the building.

Laman got besides the door, and phad his men place breaching charges on it, as the door was currently shut tight. He would then flash bang the hallway, as they probably knew he was coming and wpuld probably send security forces to go and stop him, that appeared to be tactically sound before they realized the legion were not your average army, they were an army of the best, and only the best, they accepted nothing less. Laman took cover behind the entry way, and waited 3 seconds.

When the charges blew he threw a flash bang in and waited for it to detonate. Once he did he charged in, and saw two poor security guards, very unlike the PMC soliders that were outside, pathetic. Laman and his men killed them without question or mercy, they were all the same to Laman. They charged deeper into the lab, before they came across what appeared to be a server room, this would be useful to download. He kicked down the door leading into it and quickly checked the room, noone was in here. Laman got his tech experts to start slicing through, he got an estimate of 10-15 minutes before they could get in, and another 10 to download it, this was not a good situation tactically, so they might as well start fortifying the room.
[member="Delam Mairev"]
[member="Gorenoth"]
[member="Kiro Masahide"]
[member="Verona Chroi"]
[member="Aelius Varangian"]

 

[Verona Chroi]

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Verona pressed forward to the tune of a lightsaber's thrum, her focus absolute. She was the edge, the point meant to rend the souls of the depraved from their precious flesh and send them screaming through the nether to chaos. Today, a companion walked with her unseen, his hideous visage invisible to the masses as he shadowed her steps through the mire to the lab.

"You're dropping your shoulder on your swing." He offered as she cut down another goon, so easily as stalk of wheat. "You have become a warrior where only a medium stood before."

His eyes, if anyone besides Verona could see him, were completely white and without a pupil. His long dreads were caked in mud and blood, but it was anyone's guess whose blood it could have been.

As another fell to her blade, and there came a pause in battle, she kneeled to her victim, laying the bare skin of her left palm on his chest as his heart ceased to beat. His features softened from the winch of pain to the eternity of peace and she looked at the ethereal form of Thulu without a word. His concerns momentarily satisfied, she continued onwards to the place where the High Lord charged the security commander. She would not interfere with his fight but instead followed the others in to the lab proper to end their operations.