Kin-Slayer
The beeping reached a fever pitch.
Then, the thermal detonator exploded.
The concussive blast tore through the air, instantly turning the transport above him into a fireball of molten metal and shrapnel. The explosion sent a shockwave rippling through the hangar, obliterating the remaining droids and tearing the surrounding area apart. Flames engulfed everything, and for a moment, it seemed as if nothing could survive the blast.
But then, through the fiery wreckage, a figure emerged.
Mr. Hate rose slowly from the inferno, his once-golden armor now blackened and charred, the brilliant sheen of his Mandalorian plate scorched into a menacing shade of ebony. The explosion had blown the transport to pieces, and the concussive force had shattered parts of his armor, exposing smoldering sections of his undersuit. Smoke curled off his form, his visor cracked, revealing a single, gleaming, furious alien eye beneath.
He reached for his blaster, but then stopped, his fingers curling into a armored fist. No. A blaster was too impersonal for what he had planned. He wanted to crush them into pulp, to feel the bones crack beneath his fists and his blade lick flesh. Drawing his Beskad from its sheathe on his thigh he gripped the blade. With his other hand he heaved a medium piece of wreckage and threw the debris in their direction. What was left of a door by the looks of it.
Biala Prahl
Careena Fett
Then, the thermal detonator exploded.
The concussive blast tore through the air, instantly turning the transport above him into a fireball of molten metal and shrapnel. The explosion sent a shockwave rippling through the hangar, obliterating the remaining droids and tearing the surrounding area apart. Flames engulfed everything, and for a moment, it seemed as if nothing could survive the blast.
But then, through the fiery wreckage, a figure emerged.
Mr. Hate rose slowly from the inferno, his once-golden armor now blackened and charred, the brilliant sheen of his Mandalorian plate scorched into a menacing shade of ebony. The explosion had blown the transport to pieces, and the concussive force had shattered parts of his armor, exposing smoldering sections of his undersuit. Smoke curled off his form, his visor cracked, revealing a single, gleaming, furious alien eye beneath.
Biala Prahl
Careena Fett