Taking advantage of suffering

[Mathayus Telaviv]

(so i read up on the Atrisia rebellion thing and i think i got most of it down, [member="Zark"], feel free to point me in the right direction because as i stated, i have no clue what i am doing)

YT freighters were a reliable peice of equipment. They flew through hyperspace like hot blade through butter, Apatros was quite far away and Mathayus was forced to make various stops before reaching the war torn planet of Atrisia patrolled by a massive ammount of Galactic Alliance soldiers, personell and most importantly... ships.

He did noy intend to land on Atrisian soil going through some sort of toll or 'cheking in' with Alliance security. He was going to land illegally as a smuggler would and considering the utter devastation wrought upon the planet he figured it would be an easy task. He had never been so wrong in his life. Not only did he have to go through several checkpoints through alliance territory but he also had to refuel and ressuply at Alliance planets nearby, getting to Atrisia would be an issuie but landing would be a monumental task.

Mathayus sat behind the pilot, gravhammer in hand and blaster in the hip as the YT broke out of hyperspace and into the planet. Immediatly he noticed that the space was absolutley flooded with broken ships, like a graveyard in space, they were endless and most of them were either completly destroyed or heavily damaged.

"Damn Akani... what happened here?" He asked to his pilot, a Rodian thug he recruited to fly the thing along with the duro brothers than manned the guns and the co pilot seat. The rodian shurgged, pressing the thruster pedal to zip through the junkyard of ships and down into the orbit while he powered down and shut off everything in the ship to confuse scanners. "Some sith brough war i guess and the alliance invaded the world, so the holonews say anyway"

Mathayus frowned, eyeing his duro co pilot that stayed suspiciously silent. He didint trust them.... he didint trust any of them, without the three thugs loading fuel and ressuplying would have been impossible but now he had no further need of them. "Thank you, you were most helpful"

Before the duro brothers or the rodian could reply to the strange statement Mathayus brought the gravhammer crashing down on the skull of the pilot, cracking it open with a sickening sound and in the same motion bringing the massive object across and hitting the co pilot too, not outright killing him but breaking most of his face.

His brother eached for his pistol, behind Mathayus almost directly and coming straight for the man. "You mad bast-" His words ended as soon as his blaster shot rung off. The massive hand of Mathayus shot forward and grabbed his mouth, taking the blaster shot in the shoulder and the transparisteel canopy taking the rest. "you have outlived your usefulness Duro scum..."

His second hand wrapped around his neck and he began squeezing the life out of him, the blaster pistol fell to the ground with a soft clank as the Duro desperatly fought against the vice grip but it was of no use, The grip of Telaviv had killed bigger men than this Duro and it wasnt long before his life left his body and it thumped to the ground liflessly.

Mathayus looked at his arm, swiped the singed cloth from the injured arm and pulled his blaster. Two shots ended the co pilot who was bleeding out in the floor of the cockpit and manned the controls.

"Let's see what war looks like up close"

 

[Mathayus Telaviv]

(ok so i am going to assume i am not tottaly sucking at this!)
Mathayus knew how to fly, not as good as the duro pilot he hired but good enough to glide the YT through the debris of the ships and into orbit then letting gravity do the rest. Something big happened here, the ships looked so absolutley destroyed that even massive ships were left unrecognizable. Upon further inspection Mathayus noticed that the ships were battered in a way that was usual for ships that were damaeged by lazer cannons or photon torpedos... call it crazy but Mathayus thought these ships had been torn apart by kinetic force. But how? what could possibly have the power to literally tear apart ships? Awnsers would await him down in the surface, once he broke through the broken and battered makeshift blockade and debris he engaged the engines and manned the controls of the YT to make landing in the capital, a city called Jar'Kai. It would take him some time and being alone manning the ship landing would be tedius as all hell.

Ash and debris covered the landscape, there was absolutley nothing but rubble and corpses everywhere, this wasnt just a battle this was a massacre, the defenders of the city were all but oblitherated but in their defense of their home they killed much more than they had taken. Mathayus did not see any movement from lifeforms anywhere and life support scans indicated that the oxygen down in the capital city was type two, meaning that he needed a respirator of sorts to venture down and outside the ship... he did not have that equipment.

A clearing showed itself far from checkpoints and concentrated patrolling. Mathayus heaved on the controls, set up landing gear and prepared to make landing on the dammned world. He was starting to question wether or not there was anything to gain here, the entire city was leveled to ash and destruction almost completly.

The YT set down beside a massive statue, a statue comemorating the former monach of the planet but it was mostly destroyed, carvings and etchings could be seen but Mathayus could't make out much from inside the YT. He took cloth from the corpses of his former crew and soaked it in their blood to make a makeshift filter for the air, grabbed his gravhammer and supplies then hit the ramp.

As soon as the ramp fell down and slammed into the ground a foul and polluted wind gust swept inside the ship. Mathayus was phisically pushed back by the strong winds but even so he moved forward... into the capital of Atrisia he marched.

He placed a comunicator on his ear and tunned to the local channels on mute. All he caught was static but every once in a while he would catch Atrisian dialect and common from Alliance command. Something about a palace, something about a prince and something about an army. Mathayus stepped forward through the debris and his image was lost in the carnage. His boots stepped over corpses of Atrisian, Mandalorian, Trandoshan and Alliance soldiers one by one while picking up weapons here and there and a rebreather from a mandalorian who was split in half by a flying chunk of durasteel from an AT walker.

"you wont be needing these anymore"