an impasta
K H E L. vs. .B R I O N
Objective: Find and rescue friendly Knight
Group: None
Tag:Khel
The streets laid heavy with rubble and small fires were still burning solemnly. War was never just or fair and this particular suburb had been hit hard. Most of the buildings already laid in ruin and the streets were marked by the impact of artillery fire, grenades and suffering. The plants and small trees that used to decorate the town were long gone - not to mention the sentients. A few speeders could still be found from place to place, but most of them were heavily damaged and mere wrecks. The war had moved on, however, and while the intense frontline battles were still raging on, all that could be heard were faint hints of explosions or fighters in the distance.
Mathieu sighed as he made his way across what had once been a suburb. Despite all the tragic and utterly evil events which had taken place there, it now seemed oddly peaceful. For a brief moment, his thoughts went toInara Basai whom he had fought side-by-side with on numerous occasions. The Padawan's thumb pressed against the dogtag she had given him before they parted ways. Perhaps it would have been safer if they had continued working together but there was little which could be done about it now. All he could do was to trust. To trust her skills and to trust the Force.
It had not been long since he last saw action - in a way, Mathieu had been fortunate enough to have found a good sparring partner in the Jedi Knight Cas Tynen and a Master who was willing to train him in combat in Kei Westbrook . Along with more than enough experience, he was rather well prepared to see the horrors that had taken place on Onderon. Still, all was not the same. Instead of wearing heavy armour like he usually did in larger battles, the former Mercenary now only wore a chest plate under his robes to keep him safe from stray blaster bolts and blunt force. Having lost both his blaster pistol and training sword in battle, he now only carried a vibrosword and his trusty stun baton. Naturally, he still had his stim regulator installed and without any reason to take it off, the Ashla's Guard wristcuff still hung around his arm.
In a way, he felt bad for coming to a place where battle was not active. His mission was to find a Jedi Knight who had last been heard heading to the suburb - but it had been too long since they last reported in and so, the Padawan was sent to assist however possible. The town was assumed to be deserted - the danger levels were assumed to be low but in the end, Mathieu's connection to the force meant that he was more likely to find and help the Knight better than many others.
So far, all which had been found were corpses of fighters from both sides. It was horrible. But then, there was something which seemed to draw the Morellian toward the central plaza of the ruined town. It was a sense of hope which pulsated from it - but also a sense of fear, evil and danger. His steps quickened, something bad was about to happen and he had to prevent it. He turned around the corner, and there it was, the plaza.
"How disappointing."
Thus far, Khel's trip to Onderon had not proven particularly fruitful. He'd intended to come to Onderon to find and take prisoners who could be used to further the purposes behind his own creation; however, attempting to merely take prisoners in the center of a pitched battle wasn't likely to go well. If any Jedi or those fighting with them didn't immediately turn around to attack him as he departed, no doubt some other Sith would take umbrage with his choices, and he didn't feel like infighting today.
But, where he was watching over one of the flanks, preventing anybody from coming through an earlier site of the battle and getting around their flanks, there were precious few coming through. Most of them had been normal soldiers; the latest had been a proper Jedi Knight, though a weak and worthless one, who had not even been able to survive the initial exchange of blades.
Hence, the disappointment.
He kicked away the lightsaber the Jedi had wielded to the edge of the plaza, growling with frustration. If those he had been dealing with were to be the only ones attempting to flank the main body of attackers, then his opinion of the intelligence of the average non-Sith would drop considerably; if none even came to investigate the disappearance and comm-silence of those who had come this way, then he was likely to sit and wait in constant boredom until the time to leave came. An entirely useless outi—
Wait.
Khel turned his head, facing one ear towards the sound he'd just heard. Footsteps? No, not only that; his further senses determined that this was not another simple soldier, come this way, nor were they a Sith, which left only one reasonable conclusion to him.
"Are you lost, Jedi?"
