So Uncivilized | The First Order Dominion of Shasfath and Korbin Hex

[Gurn Borman]

Tiberius fell to the ground and overturned the table the two had been seated at, he was compromised. He pulled The Hewletts revenge from his hip and loaded his custom blaster, breathing hard as a couple of blaster shots pinged against the table. He breathed in and leapt from his position, firing two bolts at the crime lords two body guards. One bolt went through the the left guards chest as his body thumped to the ground. The other shot caught the other guard in the neck as he slumped against a chair. Tiberius knelt behind a marble pillar in the small plateau.

He called out to Cim and kept his blaster held tight in his hands. "Mrs. Salro! If you surrender now we can come to an arrangement and spare your life!" A lie of course, the First Order would have no mercy for her. And he knew she was fully aware of that, but if he could get her to step out he could incapacitate her with a well placed shot.

[member="Cim Salro"] [member="The Major"]

 

[Kyrel Ren]

Kyrel was delighted to see the Overlord once more, before finding her the thought of her death had crossed his mind. As some part of him would relish such a thought, for the most part of him he would be deeply saddened by it. He had grown fond of the insane young woman even if she was unsettling at times. Even remembering the first Knight of Ren he had seen when his journey into darkness began. Noticing the dark creature before him, one that looked at what he could describe a grotesque gollum. He reactivated Vader's Bane once more responding in kind to Decitus. "Well, it's a good thing you weren't bored." He quipped.

The creature then made several attacks again, his wrist beeping as he knew the transport was approaching. He could hear Felix and scowled underneath the mask all the while dodging the ferocious creature's attack. The Disciple would learn one way or another to respect her elders. No matter the creature needed to be dealt with first and leave from this planet.

He raised his blade prepared to go on the offensive. He almost grimaced as the creature did not go for the Ren in the next pass, but instead went for the pilot who was already injured. This made Decitus attack it as soon as it was done dragging him. The blast of blue lightning was like a work of art as it connected with its enemy. The creature screamed in both rage and pain, even made further when Kyrel went for the killing blow throwing his saber towards the creature.

The shuttle was now hovering above them, slowly setting down. Retrieving his saber he had hoped that was the final blow to the creature. He now spoke to the group, the Disciple getting to the Pilot so he could get on board. "It's time we leave this rock. Unless you wish to stay that is?" He said as he started walking towards the shuttle in a stride.

[member="Vek Calridge"] @Felix @Ember Farseer [member="Samka Derith"]

 

[Samka Derith]

The beast staggered and snarled from Kyrel's blow but still it did not fall. The combined strength of her Lightning and his Saber did, however, stall the creature significantly. Around them shuttles landed with a hiss and Stormtroopers gathered the other Imperial survivors.They shouted, beckoned and in some cases dragged the wounded to rescue as Samka's electrical onslaught did its best to hold their foe.

"I'd love to do some research but later, thank you," she responded to Kyrel as the shuttle behind them began to take off. "Let's move, you first."

After Kyrel was done, she followed, taking an acrobatic back-flip into the shuttle's open doors as it was taking off. The creature leapt after them in a final fit of rage, it's fist making contact with the shuttle's wing but not hard enough to cause serious damage, only giving the shuttle's occupants a rock.

A sigh of relief followed as they rose far from the planet's surface. Samka collapsed into a seat in the shuttle, filled with an exhaustion she didn't know she had. Draining the creature had been a temporarily recovery but she had exerted herself in the day's events.

As she began to lean back to recover, the Overlord noticed that she was sat close to their newest recruit. "Quite the mouth on you, Disciple. It could get you into trouble," Samka's voice soft but ominous. "What's your name?"

[member="Kyrel Ren"] | [member="Felix"]

 

[Cim Salro]

Post 11, Obj: Kyrffin Around
Location: Kryf Plantation
Enemies: [member="The Major"] [member="BE-183"] [member="Donnel Jethid"]
[member="Ilya Cardonne"] [member="Gurn Borman"]


Soupus Interruptus

Having her hunger thwarted always put Cim in the worst mood, along with getting shot at. Like most Anzats, the sultana did not like going too long without feeding on a victim; she preferred to keep a steady supply around, like her assistant Modeste.

On the horizon a ship touched down, and it didn’t seem like one of hers. Memories of her failed attempt at becoming one of the spice matriarchs on Anzat plagued her right now. Korbin seemed like a repeat of that unfortunate event.

Holding her own blaster steady towards Mr. Borman as he swiftly executed her nearby guards, still holding a crouch, she began to duck-walk backwards, putting more distance between she and the operative. He must have been with the bloody First Order. Even though the agents around her began to lock down the plantation were in disguise as guests or workers, there was a swift, no-nonsense way about their approach. Tidy. Disciplined. Imperial.

And like the criminals they were, those she’d aligned herself with began to either rise up, those who toiled in the orchards especially, but also her own crew. No loyalty whatsoever.

“Put down your weapon first and then we can negotiate,” she growled to the man.

The foreign vessel on the periphery of the orchard looked more and more appealing as Salro’s own gang began to take off in her small ragtag fleet.

 

[The Major]

Post 4, Obj: Kyrffin Around
Status: Bubble, Pop, Electric— [member="Gurn Borman"] | [member="Ilya Cardonne"] | [member="BE-183"]
Enemies: [member="Cim Salro"]

“Negotiate this.” Countered a sudden voice that slashed out near Agent Borman. A loud, mechanical whirl was followed by a sinister click. One moment, there was nothing to harass the two locked in a standoff, and in the next there was popping shred of reality as a ramboxious Major covered her charge with the pink spread of her parasol. The click from before was presumably the whine of the device unfurling, and now it was held like a shotgun with both hands.

Incidentally it was.

!BOOM!

The blast barked out in the space, with a wave of tiny green bolts scattering to offer an attempt at kneecapping the notorious Cim Salro. If the target took the hit the shot would not be lethal, although it would be painful.

However, last time the Fallanassi checked, the Security Bureau didn't care if their capture was turned into a paraplegic. Time was an essential factor, and its further waste with these games caused a minor inconvenience for the organization: one the Deputy Director no longer considered worthwhile.