Rescue Resu (Vitae Dominion of Resu)

[Mercury Zealot]

Objective B: CRUSH THE INFIDELS MORE THOROUGHLY! (Vulpesen, Carliah Dakrone, @Others)

5/20

The funny thing about gods, they weren't subtle, they were anything but subtle. The reason being, is that if they were subtle, how could their adoring masses be impressed by their efforts to demonstrate power? The Resu were well aware that there were other force sensitives in the galaxy, that held powers similar to their gods, but ultimately inferior. In fact, the current demonstration of "power" exhibited by Vulpesen to jostle a cage was so minute that the thermal vision of the Resu hardly picked up on it at all. It was not anything like changing an entire race, or controlling the weather of an entire world, or generating a thunderbolt that etched across the sky in glorious brilliance. These were the marks of power that demonstrated that those who owned these feats were above mere mortals, and had some essence within them that defined divinity.

The divine were not simply demonstrated through power, as gods the Aesirs have at their disposal more than the simple desires of mortal men to obtain strength, and instead use their unique resources to accomplish greater feats that supported the chosen people of the galaxy. Simply being attuned to the force, was not nearly enough to impress the people of Moross, and certainly not its most prestigious Zealots.

Then the heathen suggested that he'd offer a "new age of protection", to give them purpose beyond "blind worship". That struck a chord in every Resu within hearing distance. The Resu did not need protection, and their worship was anything but blind. A single man had evolved an entire race into a new state of enviable power, that made them the night terrors of their enemies. If it was not clear enough that they owed their providence to him, then what more would this infidel suggest he do to prove that he is worthy of their worship?

It was time then, to prove that the Messenger of the Gods, the First Convert, would prevail over this fool. After all, he was fighting now on his terms. They were both on the surface of Shikyu, an ice surface completely devoid of atmosphere, and the gravity was one third standard. It was obvious that any invader that came here would need an environment suit, which was a critical weakness for them. The Resu were enormously strong, capable of lifting more than half a metric ton, with skin as tough as reinforced Durasteel, and ever sharp edge of their body (from their claws, teeth, tusks, or back spines) had the capability of infecting a person with the Technovirus. Additionally, they had an affinity for producing straight electrical energy that was usually lethal when used in combat.

They had one achilles heel however, in that their hydrogen tanks on their back if puncture was near instantly lethal. An over abundance of electricity also beyond the normal amount they are used to arcing at targets, had the potential to slow them down. Otherwise, the creatures were incredible strong, fast, and generally one of the most dangerous and aggressive sentient species alive.

With sparking electricity surrounding his body, Stone Hermes unleashed a digital roar from his voice box that was most unpleasant to hear, as he lifted his blade for combat. The other six Resu merely exited their shuttle from behind him as their leader charged across the ice field in a giant leap that crossed an incredible distance due to the decreased gravity and his impressive strength. The blade would come down directly over the head of Vulpesen, and upon contact that monster would continue his charge through the man. The objective was to tear apart his environmental suit, thus exposing him to the harshness of space.

 

[Vulpesen]

Pain flashed in Vulpesen's head as the sound rattled into his ears, causing him to drop to his knees in pain. Move. he had to keep moving Or rather, something around him had to move. Keeping on his knees, he simply extended an arm towards the Resu, [member="Stone Hermes"].His rattling of the cage had been more than a display of power, and he knew that it would go unnoticed or scoffed at. No, he'd done that for a completely different reason.

From the ship, a large grey shape would hurtle forward, the broken bars and wires of the cage hurling at Hermes and over Vulpesen's head. At worse, it would protect him from the attack of the blade. At best it would wrap around around his opponent. the pointy ends of busted metal prodding at the Hydrogen tank. And while he didn't like it, there was still one more scenario Vulpesen had planned for. Should the blade slice through the metal of the cage, he had made sure to keep his force grip on the ends, that way they could still go around the enemy's body and sink into the hydrogen tank as a last resort. He had one shot with this. He didn't want it wasted. he knew his limitations and for a person who favored speed above all else, the loss of agility in his suit meant that he'd have to speed the battle itself.

[member="Stone Hermes"]

 

[Watcher Three]

1/20

Objective: Impress and/or thrash the Moross-infected Resu forces.

Watcher Three well... Watched. He had hooked himself into the Spyglass' combat displays, and his eyes widened in surprise and excitement as he saw a small horde of Resu walking around in armor on the land. The Moross' Corrupted Ones. What an excellent welcoming gift for the new members of Typhoon Squadron! As soon as the rumbling of the squadron's three ships was audible, the biggest and nastiest-looking whale-man threw an arc of lightning at the Spyglass.

Detaching himself from the combat displays and plunging back into the comfortable and familiar darkness of his blind body, Watcher grinned at the crewers around him, and laughed, "Well, ladies and gentlemen, I think they shot first, no?"

Byaela grinned broadly and shook her head with a quiet laugh, "That they did, Commodore."

Watcher squeezed her hand gently, and then looked to where the pilot was sitting, "Pedal to the metal, kiddo."

[member="Vulpesen"] [member='Stone Hermes'] [member='Solan Charr'] [member='Carliah Dakrone']

 

[Matsu Ike]

6/20

Objective A

The first ship she arrived at was quite a sight, with a handful of droids for construction and their storage the jedi master activated the lights on her helmet while she was looking around. The systems reading everything was good while she forced open a doorway into the ship and started searching around the airlock and hallways. "Harmony I am in the ship." The hud on the armor displayed the HRD while she was speaking and using the sensors to detect small things that might not be noticed with her voice coming out. "We are on the screens for your master and will work on the scans sent to us."

 

[Mercury Zealot]

Objective B: CRUSH THE INFIDELS MORE THOROUGHLY! ([member="Vulpesen"], [member="Carliah Dakrone"], @Others)

6/20

The arc of his blade sailed over head as he approached his target, the thermal signature of his enemy well within sight, nearly in his grasp. Suddenly, it became apparent that another flying object had been hurtled towards him, most likely from his enemy, and in the split seconds between landing on top of his target with blade falling down, the object intercepted his path. Without any moments to lose, Stone Hermes continued the assault, the blade catching and bending the cage upon contact, having it wrap around it before being sent downward like spiking a football. The resulting action had Stone Hermes fall short of his target, and the debris spiked into the ground directly next to Vulpesen.

There was hardly a pause before the beast, now well within combat range, roared an electric arc between his tusks and his target before lunging forward again. His head reared to gore Vulpesen as his feat talons pounded into the icy surface in a stampeding charge, that would surely trample him if Vulpesen did not move. The hulking mass of infectious corrupted metal would not be easy to stop, with his increasing momentum, it became more and more unlikely that in the very short distance between the two targets that he would be diverted from his course significantly either.

This was all assuming too, that Vulpesen survived the electric shock he had delivered just a moment before. It was very likely he would live from it, but what damage could it have done to his electronics should it have connected or not otherwise be absorbed or diverted? Something like that, was essentially critical in vacuum, and truly a deciding factor in a duel.

However he dealt with the lightning was irrelevant, as no matter what his present state was, he had a monster trying to penetrate him with his tusks, or otherwise trample him under foot.

 

[Vulpesen]

Vulpesen kept his hands outstretched and called on the force to create a shield for himself. Using the technique of tutaminis, he caught the lightning and channeled it into his own reserves, grinning a bit at his enemy. How many times had he done this with sith sparks? Sure it felt a bit different, but energy was energy.

As [member="Stone Hermes"] charged forward, Vulpesen turned his hands causing a set of lights to fly from his pilot seat. His old coat that he never left without. And in that coat would be the newest weapons to replace his daggers, a set of sabers earned from an auction. Such was the benefit from fighting in your personal ship. Easy access to all your favorite toys. Ten multicolored blades swirled towards Herme's aiming to slash at his sides and anything that allowed him to move forward, setting him off kilter while the hilts slammed into his skull. His purpose wasn't to kill, only deter and incapacitate. But while he didn't move, he did set his stance for any last second damage control that might be required on his end. Please work! Such were his thoughts. His words however shouted into his comlink system. "Do not engage! This is my fight!"

 

[Sheila]

7/20

Objective C

Sheila had gotten over there with her escort, her attention going on as they looked around the ship and she nodded her head in understanding of it all. A look for attention before she was looking at the hallway of the ship. "We are on the ship,it looks mostly intact and we might be able to restore life support." She didn't know but having two people breathing in the helmet was well it consumed the oxygen faster and she needed that. "I'll see what we can do as we move in deeper."

 

[Carliah Dakrone]

5/20

Carliah stayed back and simply watched. She would not entangle herself in his affairs, but if he needed extra support in his fight she would be there to provide it. The former mad queen decided to simply use this as an opportunity to learn a little more about the Valde of the Vitae. She didn't really know much about the man with the tail, so it really would be a good learning experience. She grinned a bit more as she watched the fight unfold. @Sheila @Vulpesen @Stone Hermes

 

[Mercury Zealot]

Objective B: CRUSH THE INFIDELS MORE THOROUGHLY! ([member="Vulpesen"], [member="Carliah Dakrone"], @Others)

7/20

Calling more blades to the occasion, no matter their proficiency, did not negate the facts of simple newtonian physics: an object in motion will remain in motion until acted upon by an outside force. Without the friction of atmosphere, the strength of his initial launch, the decreased gravity acting on his body, the amount of mass contributing to his momentum, and the sheer limited distance between him and Vulpesen, prevented the summoning of his lightsabers from being as effective as he hoped. After all, they were not fighting inside his ship, but on its ramp leading outside of it, meaning that in span of a few parts of a second, Vulpesen would reach all the way inside his ship without visual contact of the blades themselves, and dragging them out of their resting place to fly through the air all the way to their master in front of him to contact the beast. If had been a single object, one probably wouldn't be forced to bawk, three blades even at least had a precedent...

... but ten blades? Such was a farce, that Stone Hermes would snarl at, and continue on just the same.

Before even a single blade could reach him in time, Stone Hermes would already be on top of his target, sinking his tusks deeply into the wet squishy flesh of his target, before the vacuum of space would suck him out of the holes in his environment suit. Or otherwise, he'd be crushing his bones under foot, and lacerating the suit with holes due to his talons, sealing his fate to the one already described.

However, before the enemy inevitably and quite predictably moves out of the way at the last moments of impact, at least one blade slashed through his hip in an effort to limit his mobility. In response to these factors, the roaring beast outstretched it's arms to catch the villain on either side of him, with one arm having the distinct advantage of being able to swing a sword at his passing, while the other merely to grab or claw at his suit. Another saber stabbed his knee, its plasma blade poking through out of the back of his leg.

While Vulpesen dealt with an unrelenting force determined to catch him in his stubborn strategy to stand still, Stone Hermes would deal with the remaining eight blades coming upon him in the next parts of a second, their thermal signatures clear in his vision coming at him from behind his quarry which was directly in front of him about to be gored by tusks.

 

[Vulpesen]

Move out of the way? Vulpesen knew he wouldn't be that lucky. Not by a long shot. Though, he did get lucky enough for that first slash. As the Resu got closer, he used the little time he had to throw his body into a turning step that would place him between or aside the tusks. It'd hurt like hell, but it was better than getting himself killed. As the resu slammed into him, ripping at the envirosuit in his actions. Despite his decreasing oxygen supply, Vulpesen let out a gasp of pain, fairly sure that something had popped or cracked that generally wasn't supposed to pop or crack. "Ace!" His link with the ashlan produced a rather force mental command and as Vulpesen and the Resu barreled into the ship, the ramp started to close behind them.

With the ship sealing off during the scuffle, Vulpesen pulled off the glove of his suit and placed his hand on the Resu's head before channeling the force into a large amount of lightning, pumping the arcs into the Resu's body at point blank and fueling it with the pain in his side. While the pain and reconcentration caused several of his sabers to fall to the ground(six to be exact), he continued to use the remainder, sending them towards large targets such as the protruding horns which one attempted to take care of while the other two focused on wounding the legs.

[member="Stone Hermes"]

 

[Mercury Zealot]

Objective B: CRUSH THE INFIDELS MORE THOROUGHLY! ([member="Vulpesen"], [member="Carliah Dakrone"], @Others)

8/20

Roaring in victory, Stone Hermes head desperately tried to ram the side of his head into Vulpesen but failed. His arm attempted to wrap around him, but unfortunately due to his leg injury, he was a bit too busy falling down and thrashing about as he tumbled into the ship. Some of the blades fell as contact was made, and as the lumbering beast stood upon its injured leg, its target made strange movements and shed a giant layer of skin... or at least from his infrared perception. Moments later a hot blade swung by his face and as he flinched it cut through one of his tusks, before moments later a blade sliced through his uninjured legs calf, while the other cut through the rest of his knee, forcing the monster to kneel with only one operable leg.

As he kneeled, a hand landed on top of his head, and deadly electricity coursed through his head. However, hardly any amount of pain was felt by this in part because the organic portions of his body were highly resistant to very high dosages of electrical energy, given that they used it constantly for communication and killing prey. The inorganic parts however (over 90% of his body) began to spark at this influx in energy, which would surely slow him down by a considerable degree.

Once again however, there was one self-evident fact in this scenario: the enemy was making physical contact with him, meaning that Vulpesen's range of motion to escape any action Stone Hermes made against him would be close to negligible, especially if he is concentrating on at least three blades and force lightning while nursing an injury of some sort. Stone Hermes was also in the possession of a quite considerably long blade and both his arms with their claws, and at least one tusk, all of his back spines, and teeth, huge metal shredding teeth.

The beast's head jerked suddenly upwards, turning to the side in an attempt to catch his arm in his mouth. At the same time, the Resu was going for a lethal bear hug, one arm reaching for his hip, and the other bringing in his blade to puncture through the side of the torso, below the arm that was pressed against Stone Hermes head. The motions were jerking, sudden, and hesitant all at the same time, but the speed at which these things happened was almost irrelevant given the proximity of his target.

The injury that he had suffered to his legs, and the introduction of electricity hampering the mechanical aspects of his body, would be difficult things to deal with after this action was completed, but this was not the first time that it appeared the Resu may be too injured to continue fighting, and continue fighting he did. The reason being, is that this Techno-virus that had altered his body under the guidance of Neth, offered many great gifts to his people. Such grievous debilitating injuries for lesser species, were merely temporary lapses in strength for the Morossian Corrupted Resu.

 

[Vulpesen]

Keep moving. He's too large for grappling! The thoughts raced through Vulpesen's mind as plans flashed through his head. He wasn't done yet. He'd been through worse with faster. Though, his sabers had done their work and it was about time he switch to other tactics while focusing the fore into more personal means of defense. With the last of the sabers dropping to the ground and his lightning finally stopping, Vulpesen went with another tactic, this one being to bring the force to his side, not to heal it but to mask it. Using the abilities of crucitorn, he mannged to stave off the pain, numbing it completely while his eyes raced over the Resu's body, searching for joints and muscles.

As the arms came around to crush him, Vulpesen retaliated with a fairly tactical strike, his mind racing in adrenaline and freed form its earlier pain. With his hand forming into a blade, he made a quick lunge for the main joined of the Resu's arm, using his zorren claws to hopefully tear through the flesh. If it worked, he would quickly felt he warmth of blood running over his palm while the beast lost the control of its limb. The movement of his arm to this new spot would also do well to avoid Herme's mouth, bringing it just out of range of the crushing fangs.

His eyes caught the flash of steel and suddenly he was happy to be pressed against the Resu. Effectively using such a large weapon at these quarters was often nigh impossible. moving his other arm to meet the blade, he grinned as it clanged against his phrik of his kit's yelp bracers, using the natural strength of a zorren to hold fast against the assault. "I will not die!" His right hand flicked several ties, and the kits yelp on that hand fired silently and directly into the body of the Resu. Three darts of Rhak Skuri concentrate. Three darts of pure living hell that would create the most terrifying illusions dance before your eyes. Each one would be placed directly into the Resu's blood stream.

[member="Stone Hermes"]

 

[Mercury Zealot]

Objective B: CRUSH THE INFIDELS MORE THOROUGHLY! ([member="Vulpesen"], [member="Carliah Dakrone"], @Others)

9/20

The Zorren avoided the grasp of his jaws luckily for him, and the large snap of his bone crushing teeth clanging against each other metallically. The blade smashed against his yelp bracer, given the validity that utilizing such a large weapon was inadvisable in this range. However, he made one critical error in his assessment of his situation with the Resu: that he had flesh on the outside. All of the remaining silicon flesh that the Resu still had, was locked away in this armored durasteel carapace, that had replaced much of his muscles and exterior flesh with technological analogs. The Resu's bloodstream, incompatible with most carbon based solutions, was all contained in a closely cocooned area that did not spread out to the techno-viral flesh that Vulpesen would be targeting.

No matter the strength or hardness of his hand, his hardened durasteel joints held no nerves to extinguish their utilization. It was metal brought to life through the force, and his hand was useless in attempting to disable it. So it continued regardless of his strike, to grasp him at his hips, giving him the control he desired once he had it. The darts full of poison also, either uselessly ricocheted off, or struck home and did nothing without a blood stream to transmit it to.

With the lightning stopped, and he could once again regained some control of his techno-flesh, he engaged in something that would cause him to release a huge digital roar at the pain it would cause him. In the midst of battle, the techno-virus began to writhe around him, the techno-flesh began to eat at the original flesh of Stone Hermes, and it was painful to bear... but it held a purpose. The severed leg was still in close proximity to the knee joint that it had been separated from, and as the Techno-virus consumed his flesh, tendrils of living metal grasped on to that missing limb, and began to fuse with it. The other cuts too, began to mend slowly, and his speed returned to him as damaged electronic bits were repaired. The talons of the formerly detached foot began to stir, as the monster rose from its kneeling position. Hopefully grasped Vulpesen at the hips, he would lift him into the air as he did this. It would be a dramatic scene indeed.

A moment ago, only 10% of Stone Hermes was living Silicon-Hydrogen based flesh, but by the end of his ordeal here, he would be more like 9.8% living flesh, 0.2% of it sacrificed to the Techno-virus in order to repair the damage he had suffered. Ordinarily, Stone Hermes would wait until combat was over to nurse his wounds, but the beast was angry. The beast was mad, and he had a purpose to driving this Vitae Alliance away. If this was their best, the Resu would be more than a nuisance to them.

The Resu would be a plague to them.

Still roaring in pain, Stone Hermes thrust his singular tusk to puncture through the Valde's shoulder. It wouldn't be lethal however, as such a strike wouldn't cause him to bleed profusely... because it would spread the techno-virus into Vulpesen, it would slowly convert his flesh starting at his wound, into living metal. Unfortunately for Vulpesen however, he would not get the beneficial upgrades of a Resu... no, if he suffered this strike, with enough time without a cure (though such a thing is possible, just ask [member="Darth Ayra"]), it would lobotomize him into a senseless alchemical machine.

For Vulpesen, it would be easy to image this all as a truly terrifying sight, as an abomination of nature probably lifts him in the air and pierces his shoulder, leaving his screaming tooth filled jaw roaring in his face.

Otherwise if he missed, he was just going eat his face.

 

[Vulpesen]

A momentary flash of fear entered his mind as he was lifted and he had to force his hands to clutch to the tusk rather than the talons. Still, the point managed to piece the flesh of his arm, though not as thoroughly as intended, bringing about a spark of pain which was then snuffed out by effectscrucitorn. That was it. Until now, he'd tried to preserve life, but now as the beast roared in his face he had had enough. He needed to win this fight and in that moment the plan to become the god of mercy shattered. He released his power over crucitorn, allowing the pain to cloud his mind. He gathered and harvested it, letting it fuel his anger and rage.

As the resu roared in his face, he gave in to the rage that took him. Sure it was a fairly terrifying sound, but it lacked one thing that Vulpesen had. The force. The jaws of the zorren opened and ushered force the naturally loud voice of his people, amplified by a scream of pain, as well as the force itself. Concussive waves would hurtle themselves into Hermes' body, having a straight shot through s the beast had opened its mouth. The force of it could at its weakest rattle bolts of machinery, but given that it probably was headed to what biological organs the beast had left, and was close enough to crush the metal immediately in its way, he doubted the Resu would feel this for a medium amount of time. No, either it would hurt for quite some time, or only for a brief moment.

[member="Stone Hermes"]

 

[Mercury Zealot]

Objective B: CRUSH THE INFIDELS MORE THOROUGHLY! ([member="Vulpesen"], [member="Carliah Dakrone"], @Others)

10/20

As the beast's grip upon the man's hip connected, allowing him to lift him in the air, rage coursed through the monster and redoubled his strength as the full retransformation of the beast brought him back to his original vitality. Those talons then pressed into his flesh as his tusk cut through the flesh in his shoulder, as the Zorren grappled with him. An entirely removable portion of his flesh had now come into contact with the techno-virus itself, and his future was now in jeopardy after the conclusion of this duel. Some preparations could be made to purge the virus from his body, but such little contact with the virus was treatable with nothing more than a simple blade, if they were careful and thorough.

His hips though, would suffer a much worse fate.

With those talons gripped upon his flesh, he began to exert the full force of what his unrelenting mechanical muscles could produce, a bone crushing strength would dig into the wolf-man's flesh, spreading the techno-virus deep into another portion of his body, and at the same time shattering one of his hip bones. Unless of course, there was some quality or other method of prevention that made it so the Resu's imposing strength could not snap organic bone and pierce his fleshy carapace.

But as he roared, something snapped within his opponent, as he realized all of his ordinary and entirely mortal methods of subduing the Resu was in vain, and that his life was currently in a complete abominations talons. In a moment, the Resu's hardened durasteel carapace vibrated in response to the concussive force, and the amalgam of half-machine, half-silicon organs still present within the Resu were vibrated along with it... but it did not travel down the monster's throat as intended, because his throat was closed. He did not breathe out of his mouth, nor did he need it open to produce that digitalized roar, and unless he needed to swallow, even sinking his teeth into his enemy head would not have opened it.

Regardless, the concussive force of the blast was akin to a bomb going off, and the force alone rattled his senses, causing no small amount of pain in the portions of him that were still receptive of it. Not only that, but it flattened or removed some of his teeth, and pushed his bottom jaw downwards until finally, it snapped and unhinged to the side. His whole head was pushed to look to one side, where the tubing leading to his gills on this side was pressed against his head, melding the two together and restricting the breathing slightly on one side of his head.

The monsters back began to bend with the blast, falling to the floor, but its hand retained its crushing grip. It would not let go, but rather than fall with Vulpesen on top, the Resu quickly decided to throw the source of pain away from him. With impressive mechanical strength and speed, Stone Hermes used his grip on his likely shattered hip to send Vulpesen flying into a nearby wall, letting go as he launched him through the air. At that moment, Stone Hermes clattered to the floor with his metal flesh bent to look at one side, and slightly flattened. His digital roar had been silenced in the shock of the aftermath. A lingering pain existed within Stone Hermes, and it only existed to goad him more into anger and rage.

After a pause in the conflict, Stone Hermes neck refused to move and creaked when he attempted it. Rising up once more, motivated by his pain, one hand reached to the edge of his Tusk, and he viciously pulled with terrible strength, until he was bending his own metallic flesh back into place, with sickening cracking and pops, with that obnoxious screeching of metal on metal, his head was corrected... though his jaw no longer held its threatening strength. There was a likelihood that the beast was hemorrhaging from multiple places, but he would deal with that later.

A ten foot organic-mechanical hybrid abomination stood unperturbed by what appeared to be the Zorren's last resort tactic for ending lesser mortal beings in an instant. The Resu, in his eyes, were more than mortal. He had been touched by the divine, and the Morossian Resu were his progeny. He was like a demigod, and so too were his descendants. Every single one fought as Stone Hermes did, with such unrelenting brutality, that can only be gained from millennia of unending conflict and aggression bred into every stock of Resu, amplified by the will of a malevolent form of the living force.

Stone Hermes thermal vision was locked onto Vulpesen, and as he took a step forward, he crushed a lightsaber upon the ground. His meter long blade dragged upon the ground, sending sparks as it did so. Vulpesen would soon find, that he would have to kill Stone Hermes outright to end his assault... or otherwise promise to leave... forever.

"LEAVE. TO KILL ME, WILL COMMIT GENOCIDE." Such was the truth of the situation. Without Stone Hermes, in a few years, maybe perhaps even one singular year, all the Resu would be rendered completely infertile without cure. They would die out slowly... or quickly, depending on how determined the alliance was to keep the system. Stone Hermes held the only possible hope for the entirety of the Resu race. Without him, they were as good as extinct... but that did not mean they wouldn't go down without a fight... a vicious, bloody, brutal fight that would last as long as they existed.

Was Vulpesen so consumed by rage that he could murder Stone Hermes knowing it doomed an entire civilization? Or was the change from simple murder to heinous atrocity enough to return him to his senses? It was obvious these people did not welcome the Alliance, and he would be no better than an Empire to impose his will upon an unwilling civilization.

 

[Aithne Charr]

Solan looked on at those before him and the scene in which composed the two. Solan's hands curled around a datapad though instead of a weapon as his voice sounded. "Great Resu, as i assume is what your people are called if i am not wrong..." He stared at the scene as his voice carried and broke the silence between the two of them as he moved into the space near [member="Vulpesen"] and [member="Stone Hermes"]. [member="Carliah Dakrone"] seemed to be off on the side and just watching but at this point someone was going to die and he knew that Vulpesen's life would be in critical danger if he continued.

"LEAVE. TO KILL ME, WILL COMMIT GENOCIDE."

Solan spoke then and there, it was done and this was too far. "Stop this Vulpesen, you have done more than enough to prove yourself. Any more and this ends in a way we are meant to avoid." He stared at the vulpine man for a few moments and let the force generate itself in his hand if the man would not listen. It was hard to say what more about the situation but his hands turned outwards none the less to make sure things went well.

He was not sure if either of them would listen but both of them were likely running out of steam and if they continued the whole point of our existing would be over. "Stone Hermes, if i remember correctly. Vulpesen. Halt the hostilities now and both of you stand down. Killing eachother is useless." With that his hand raised in order to signify he would separate them if need. In truth he had no idea if he could separate them or even stop either of them from killing him if they turned on him. But, if he could stop it he would and he hoped the insane queen would step up and help should it become worse.

 

[Matsu Ike]

8/20

Objective A

The ship was quite a sight to behold, her attention once she got inside though going to the labels and equipment for language to get an idea of what they were making. She let some force energy out while she was feeling Vulpesen before she looked up towards the location he was searching and going off. The resu she had met and seen once... they were not the most agreeable or enjoyable but she was up for working to try and clean up their sector of space while her team built a small warehouse to store scrap from the ships. Their mandate worthwhile before she was grabbing another door to open it as she brought a foot up to prop against one door then push it open.

 

[Kyla Foy]

1/20
Looking for [member="Vulpesen"]

Through a small little shuttle, the young Ophelia was piloting it all by herself...or not exactly. She had been using the automatic pilot and allowed herself to follow the ship off her master. She was enjoying it as always and hoped for a lot of fun ahead of her. Her burning light within the force, the affinity of light hadn't gone any weaker since last time. She was seeing the joy of everything and any negative type of emotions were just simply vanished or rather banished for her head. She was playing with her Nexu as they were about 10 minutes behind her master.

After some time, she landed and she said, "Hello world! I am Ophelia, and I will protect you all" She said as her Nexu jumped from her Shuttle to her face and started to lick her, playing with her. She laughed and well the people that were around her were actually getting instantly affected with her light side of the force. They found her a joke, but not a crazy person, just very silly "Stop stop...Hahaha stop, we can't go play now" She had told as the Nexu listened and went off her. She sat on it and said, "Look for master Vulpesen" The creature started to sniff around and after that went into a full speed!

When the girl went in a high speed it could easily be sensed that she was coming as if a rocket was launched straight towards her master, that rocket was Ophelia, one of the last Aing-tii monks

 

[Carliah Dakrone]

6/20

Carliah was growing a bit bored, watching Vulpesen's fight, but she had no idea what else there was to be doing on this trip. She glance around, hoping to see someone or something off in the distance to make herself useful doing, but she was having no such luck. The former Miralukan sighed softly and settled in to continue watching the fight until someone came along and gave her new orders. She hoped that would happen soon though. Cracking skulls and crushing dreams sounded rather fun right about now. [member="Vulpesen"]

 

[Sheila]

9/20

Objective C

Sheila was with the one there while she and the soldier was moving. Her attention going there over some of the walls and some of the equipment before she smiled hearing them all. "We are inside the ship and searching around." All the thoughts were n her mind though as they picked up some of the equipment looking it over while she continued forward into the ship deeper. Finding a cloak that went to the waist and was really really blue a mustache comb as well as a lot of hair gel. "We are finding some strange stuff."