Voroll
noob empath
Screaming caught Voroll’s attention, from a few not far in front. A girl on the floor with a girl above her – lightsaber active and… hovering near her neck. Whatever the blonde-haired woman was doing, the rest seemed fine with it, even if she was searing the flesh of another. Although he had never seen such a move in practice, nor did he know that the green-skinned woman was about to bleed out before action had been taken.
He continued to fire from his pistol into the horde down the hallway, although from where he stood the accuracy seemed to diminish to zero. So he decided to move forwards, to try and hind some other cover and fire more rounds into the roaring, spitting, ramping mass.
Until, of course, he spotted the armour of @[member="Galaar CC-252"] on the floor, lifeless and unmoving with @Calico Tal’Verda close by.
Another pull of the trigger and another bolt of energy ripped through the air into the body of a Kursed being, but Voroll checked his aim and looked to Galaar on the floor for a few seconds. Heart almost dropping when he could not see any trace of life.
Had he been shot? Killed? No, surely not Galaar. Not him.
Aim and pistol lowered and he moved over to the body that was propped up on some unseen debris (maybe a body or rock), until his knees fell to the floor beside him. As if in a trance the pistol dropped and gloved hand moved towards the nasty, bubbled burn on the one side of the Mandalorian’s face. He gulped hard. No thoughts, no feelings, no pain. Nothing there other than wide eyes, glazed over as if staring into a distance that was not there. He was one of the few people in the Confederacy, no, in the whole galaxy, that Voroll considered a friend – sure he was friend to others as well, brothers to some; but friends were all the Empath seemed to have left in the universe – he did not want to lose any of them.
A deep sadness filled his body, replacing all the feelings he had once known. It wrecked his mind as memories were replayed from the dream-like state of the insurrection and to the events on Raxus.
Until a roaring seemed to pierce that veil and brought Voroll tumbling back into reality. One of the Kursed had pushed its way passed the group shooting and spinning lightsabers and forced itself onto the defenceless body that knelt before a dead one.
Hands shot up to meet the beast’s neck to try and stop it from clawing or biting at him. His head turned against the floor to create even more of a gap while the being clawed at his armour and face, ripping away flecks of skin on his cheek and near his eyes.
Voroll’s grip tightened around the soft flesh that connected head to body, squeezing until it was almost too difficult to squeeze any more. Eyes were closed as the clawing and noises the thing launched stopped, replaced only by the continued firing of blasters and the screams and shouts further down the hall.
When it could no longer support its own weight, it fell onto Voroll’s armour. Head still held up, although elbows began to shake and give. He let it fall onto him, blood spilling from cuts across the left-side of his face and saliva from the Kursed dribbling onto the floor past his nose.
He heaved it off from him and picked up his pistol again, before shooting it twice in the head.
@[member="Kira Liadain"] @[member="CC-117 Canal"] @[member="CC-935 Bluejay"] @[member="Kallion"] @[member="Zius Aurus"]
He continued to fire from his pistol into the horde down the hallway, although from where he stood the accuracy seemed to diminish to zero. So he decided to move forwards, to try and hind some other cover and fire more rounds into the roaring, spitting, ramping mass.
Until, of course, he spotted the armour of @[member="Galaar CC-252"] on the floor, lifeless and unmoving with @Calico Tal’Verda close by.
Another pull of the trigger and another bolt of energy ripped through the air into the body of a Kursed being, but Voroll checked his aim and looked to Galaar on the floor for a few seconds. Heart almost dropping when he could not see any trace of life.
Had he been shot? Killed? No, surely not Galaar. Not him.
Aim and pistol lowered and he moved over to the body that was propped up on some unseen debris (maybe a body or rock), until his knees fell to the floor beside him. As if in a trance the pistol dropped and gloved hand moved towards the nasty, bubbled burn on the one side of the Mandalorian’s face. He gulped hard. No thoughts, no feelings, no pain. Nothing there other than wide eyes, glazed over as if staring into a distance that was not there. He was one of the few people in the Confederacy, no, in the whole galaxy, that Voroll considered a friend – sure he was friend to others as well, brothers to some; but friends were all the Empath seemed to have left in the universe – he did not want to lose any of them.
A deep sadness filled his body, replacing all the feelings he had once known. It wrecked his mind as memories were replayed from the dream-like state of the insurrection and to the events on Raxus.
Until a roaring seemed to pierce that veil and brought Voroll tumbling back into reality. One of the Kursed had pushed its way passed the group shooting and spinning lightsabers and forced itself onto the defenceless body that knelt before a dead one.
Hands shot up to meet the beast’s neck to try and stop it from clawing or biting at him. His head turned against the floor to create even more of a gap while the being clawed at his armour and face, ripping away flecks of skin on his cheek and near his eyes.
Voroll’s grip tightened around the soft flesh that connected head to body, squeezing until it was almost too difficult to squeeze any more. Eyes were closed as the clawing and noises the thing launched stopped, replaced only by the continued firing of blasters and the screams and shouts further down the hall.
When it could no longer support its own weight, it fell onto Voroll’s armour. Head still held up, although elbows began to shake and give. He let it fall onto him, blood spilling from cuts across the left-side of his face and saliva from the Kursed dribbling onto the floor past his nose.
He heaved it off from him and picked up his pistol again, before shooting it twice in the head.
@[member="Kira Liadain"] @[member="CC-117 Canal"] @[member="CC-935 Bluejay"] @[member="Kallion"] @[member="Zius Aurus"]
