Private The Baying of Scarred Hounds

[Kurineth Cull]

LOCATION: Dandoran
EQUIPMENT: IN BIO
WEAPONS: Lightsaber Pike - Single Blade Staff, Phase-knife
TAGS: Detritus Ren Gwyneira Vizsla

They had come from the dark of space amid a plethora of ships. The strike poised at a far flung city of Dandoran's surface that promised a great many things. Bodies for the coming times. Drugs for their enjoyment. Supplies to feed their growing numbers. And the Scar Hounds favorite. Fighting. All ripe for the picking on the world they visited it upon.

The ones directing the raid seemed almost annoyed at the giddiness of the Scar Hounds, and the blond settled firmly near the head of the charge.

Her eyes never settling on one of those beings in the same vessel as her for long. The mix of flesh and metal a fascination for her given her limited understanding of the mortal body and how dear it was to most beings. That they underwent such drastic changes to their bodies left her with mild awe, wondering at the levels of fanaticism this group could achieve.

Pups they called themselves, telling her of those that were so heavily modified they barely resembled anything more than a sentient and mobile heap of jagged scrap. Their tones steeped with reverance of one they had held on high. A being known as The Mongrel, who had cheated death and spat in the face of those who used the force in many a fight during his life.

Their stories silenced once they arrived on the planet, waiting for their signal to leap from the belly of the ship and begin their dive into madness.

The Dark Side Being had been unable to hold back the joy filled laughter that filled the air around her. Not after witnessing the sight of these young Scar Hounds throwing themselves headlong into the raid with a fervor she had never witnessed prior.

Like savage dogs upon unsuspecting sheep. The air laden with fear and desperation as the hopefuls with their varied weapons of choice made their warpath through the city. One of the many places planetside that was filled with beings few would weep for if she understood correctly. Beneath the feelings of those that had called this city home, the electrified glee of the Scar Hounds grew with each whoop and holler as they ran riot.

Those more mechanically inclined followed behind the rampage. Peeling away whatever caught an eye for their own to gather and make use of. During all of this, Kurineth reveled in the chaotic mess of feelings. Sipped from each being that slipped back into the living force as her own blade sang alongside the Hounds. The end drawing near now on the second day of this slaughter.

The small knife held in her right hand as if preparing to skin some unknown prey that had yet to appear. Stalking through the marketplace where so many had been caught by surprise in their arrival once more as though the section hadn't already been picked over by countless eyes.

Now being stripped clean for anything that might be useful for repairs, refurbished for something else, or made into a cybernetic of some sort.

The streets were littered with the dead. Those that were either unfit for indoctrination into the rank and file, or simply dead weight altogether. Many had begun to put up a token of resistance against the small horde of fledgling Hounds after the shock and surprise had worn thin. Organization and plans thrown to the wind given how quickly the Hounds had sought out anything worth a fight. The slower and meeker of their brethren following behind with their blades and hands to sort out anything their swifter counterparts had left behind.

Kurineth herself had fought tooth and nail with several Scar Hounds for the glory of a worthy fight. A surprising thing until she pondered on the fact a bit longer. Honor and ascension clearly on their mind as they fought to strike down the greatest protectors to rise up and meet them.

Her unblinking stare combing the streets for anything as she began to reach out her senses through the Force. To sniff out the hiding places the occupants might have come up with in vain hope of survival. A wonder about those Knights that had come with them as she hunted, wondering if they weren't doing much the same. A living beings presence made itself known against the blanket of death that had settled over the surroundings.

The occasional scream of drawn out pain breaking the symphony of burning pyres, grinding of metal, and the hurried footfalls of the hunters that were flagging in energy. Kurineth had yet to tire, had yet to show any sign of wearing thin beyond that of her patience as she stalked towards what might have been a business. The door broken in as her hand ripped the sagging door from its hinges and cast it aside.

"Come out come out wherever you are. Fight and it'll be quick." Her senses narrowing to focus on that presence inside, face turning this way and that as if actually sniffing them out. "Beg, and it'll last forever."

A solemn promise as she basked in the Scar Hounds infectious energy of unrestrained violence.

Her footsteps loud and clear to announce her hunt when another presence caught her attention. Moving fast and directly for her as she paused and wondered if she'd drawn a fool from hiding. To her disappointment, a Pup burst into the doorway behind her. Earning a sharp growl from Kurineth when she spun and held the Phase-knife as if to strike. The only warning the other would earn for trying to snag her prize.

 

[Mevia Vizsla]

Equipment
Armor	Beskar'gam.
Melee Weapons	Davaab'beskad, personal Chiss "Execution" beskad.
	Jetii'Kyramud, Soul Sword.
	Kada'yr, Mandalorian Kal.
Rifles	Tyatr'geriuvr Plasmag Rifle.
	Igradi Light Repeating Rifle.
Pistols	KYR-54 Skathe Hand Cannon + Regular, Pyro, and Cyro Rounds.
	M.I. Model 6.
	HG-88 'Big Iron' Hand Cannon.

The moment she heard of it, the moment she saw reports on the holonet, the moment she realized what was going on... Mevia Vizsla was thrown into a rage.

Kemme'viawa'nuvci.

Mevia had not been born when the Brotherhood Of The Maw was still in power. But, she heard stories directly from her father about how Csilla had been destroyed, the Chiss people scattered and exiled, and their remaining remnants broken and defiled. She had no memory of which planet she was born on, but Mevia remembered her circumstances fully well. A Mawite remnant, holding out in Chiss space, mass enslaving the Chiss there. A slave, a lowly slave, had early memories of brutality, cruelty, and the iron boot. She had been saved eventually, brought into a Mandalorian home and made into something stronger. But she never forgot where she came from, and she never forgave the ones who put her there.

The Maw.

The moment she heard of it, the moment she saw reports on the holonet, the moment she realized what was going on... Mevia Vizsla knew that she could not allow it to stand. She refused. The Brotherhood Of The Maw would not return to the galaxy again.

And so, she hoped into a ship, equipment at the ready, and rode out to meet them.

Dandoran was a water world, but it had some land for the people to dwell in. People that, quite frankly, Mevia did not care for. She was not here to save some aruetiise from captivity. She was here for damage control. She was here for revenge. She was here to stop the poison before it spread. The only thing on her mind, her childhood memories, fuelled her vengeance. She landed near where the raiding party was, as they slaughtered and plundered a marketplace. Mevia jumped out of her ship, and her kama blew in the wind. Her mighty, gold armor shone brilliantly. She was here to deliver justice. She held her Igradi rifle in her hand as she charged for the marketplace in reckless abandon. She was reckless, but she was ready. The only thing on her mind, her childhood memories, fuelled her vengeance.

That was when she saw them. Marauders wearing the same raiding gear, the same symbols, as the guards who kicked and cut her as a slave. The guards who laughed at her, made her beg for mercy. An almost feral, sick, furious expression crossed Mevia's face. She gritted her teeth, growling. The growl started low, but it rose. And as she aimed her rifle at the Mawite remnants here today, she bellowed in bloodlust.

Kemme'viawa'nuvci. Csilla. Chiss.

"CSILLA!"​

Her animalistic roar echoed across the entire marketplace, as she immediately started into a brutal attack. She fired rounds, kicked and punched, sliced with her sword, and fought on and on. Fuelled by adrenaline and rage, her heart pumped with intensity as she never slowed, never stopped. The juggernaut did not care for anything else. Collateral damage, bystanders caught in the fires of her flamethrower. The only thing that mattered was slaying each and every Mawite remnant, of some Dark Empire, here today. They would not touch her people again...

The Chiss Mandalorian continued on her one person seige. She never stopped, she never waivered, and she never showed mercy.

 

[Detritus Ren]

GATHERING SHADOWS

Tags: Mevia Vizsla Kurineth Cull

Detritus knew of how the World Eater came to be, how before his great transformation by the cosmos did he walk on Csilla’s ground. “Do you know what he said?” Detritus recounted to himself the scripture of the Hidden Maw, how in recent years the World Eater earned himself a place in the holy text. “For he said let us cast out the wicked gate that blocks the path to salvation. Let us burn their homes break their bones and feast on what remains. For all those that dare oppose the journey shall be smited by the Avatars fury.” He would say his tone dripping with his dark convictions all the while his orange blade crackled. The Knights of Ren would find themselves mixed up with the Scar Hounds. Decades since either group worked with the other, yet they were all bound in the darkness of the shadow.

Detritus had been eager to uncover the clues of this Dark Empire, as were the Hounds. Neither spoke to the other but were tolerant of the other. After all one couldn’t help but harken back to the days of the MAW where you saw monsters, and dark siders wandering about claiming the innocent for themselves. Detritus didn’t enjoy too much of a slaughter, he often tried to convert those he found worthy. Though exceptions had to be made for certain apostates. By the time Detritus had reached the town of what he considered a backwater world, he would join the Scar Hounds in what seemed to be competitive sport. Both were wary of the other, yet stood firm in the beliefs of chaos they held. The voice called to them both no doubt, and Detritus was all the more glad for it. It was all part of the plan.

His orange saber blended nicely with the flames that were alight all around them. Detritus would look upon the bodies of the dead, and the spirits of the broken. His saber was casted downward as fit crackled. It seemed as if the Master of the Knights of Ren was in awe of such beautiful destruction. He only imagined what there was to come when the voice revealed itself. Oh what beauty there was in the destruction of all things.

“May the shadows of fear envelop their hearts, may the echoes of despair ring in their ears. May their defiance crumble before the might of our darkness, and may their spirit be broken by the relentless advance of our wrath." His head was cast down in a form of prayer as he said the words. Than a yell had shattered the calm. “Infidel!!” He shouted towards the armored warrior coming to the lot of them. She shouted one word, and that word rang true to what was beheld in the scriptures. “Csilla.” A snarl would come from behind his helm, as he narrowed his yellow eyes. He raised his saber as he went charging towards the warrior. “Forgive them O Devourer for they not know what they do.” He said his zealotry cloaked with an air of bloodlust as he would attempt to be one of the first ones to strike her with his fiery blade.

 

[Kurineth Cull]

LOCATION: LOCATION: Dandoran
EQUIPMENT: IN BIO
WEAPONS: Lightsaber Pike - Single Blade Staff, Phase-knife
TAGS: Mevia Vizsla Detritus Ren

The Pup paused when Kurineth defended her claim, their own weapon held defensively as they backed away but never broke the stare.

They were both hunters, but she was more outsider than anything near enough to be an ally. A power they had accepted among them but held at arms length even after giving them this chance to run amok. A courteous welcome wasn't what she had expected by any means given what she understood of the pack. Of their specific dynamic to everything that existed. Her own attempt to gain trust by directing their attention to this raid and the first step in being something more than just a resource she supposed.

Her attention turning back to the single life form that hid in these burnt out ruins when the sounds of pain and screams filled the air from what she could recognize as the pups. A considering halt in her steps forward as she wondered what could be targeting them now rather than allowing them to play the hunters.

A scowl at the hidden being as she turned and stalked through the open doorway to find the source, watching someone in far better armor storm through the center of carnage and debris to strike at anything that moved. Friend, foe, civilian, it didn't seem to matter to the being behind the armor as they let loose with an assortment of weapons.

A gout of fire striking Aspirants that charged them. Some turning on their heel at the pain while more than a few continued to try and attack her uselessly even through the pain. Screaming their mad song all the while. The armored being having yelled their own war cry long ago in the form of a singular word that held little meaning to Kurineth. No understanding behind the anger that made the armored one dive headlong into the torrent of bodies that assailed them. Not that the woman particularly cared upon seeing one of the Ren's begin to lead a charge against the armored one.

His chant of prayer broken by the other's appearance as the orange blade roared before him with a shout.

The phase knife in her hand shutting off for the time being as she stood at the entrance of the building and watched with calm quiet. Letting herself sink down to sit on her heels, watching intently the two beings begin combat while other Scar Hounds moved around them. A few breaking away from their searching to watch to whoop and holler, others ignoring the sight altogether and running with all the energy they had left to scavenge the last bits of what they could from the edges of the city.

One of the Pups coming to share the spot beside her and spilling their spoil of credits before pointing to the armored being.

"Twenty credits on the Knight Master." Glacial eyes breaking away from the two, staring sidelong before turning back to the fight.

"Twenty on the other one." It wouldn't be much of a fight really in her opinion. The armored one was throwing themselves into the fight with little concern for their own well being. All was likely that she would lose credits, but they'd approached with a bet, and she wouldn't let the other half be unrepresented.

 

[Mevia Vizsla]

Equipment
Armor	Beskar'gam.
Melee Weapons	Davaab'beskad, personal Chiss "Execution" beskad.
	Jetii'Kyramud, Soul Sword.
	Kada'yr, Mandalorian Kal.
Rifles	Tyatr'geriuvr Plasmag Rifle.
	Igradi Light Repeating Rifle.
Pistols	KYR-54 Skathe Hand Cannon + Regular, Pyro, and Cyro Rounds.
	M.I. Model 6.
	HG-88 'Big Iron' Hand Cannon.

As the Knight Of Ren approached, Mevia hesitated for only a moment. Through the Mask Of Ren, the Dark Side pulsed Fear towards the Mandalorian. But she gritted her teeth, she would never bow. She would never beg. Not again.

And so, she slung her blaster on her side and reached for her best weapon against the Jetii and their ilk, Jetii'Kyramud. As she drew the sword, the Soul Steel blade emitted feeling of panic and despair only a Force User would feel, acting as a disorienting beacon. Mevia met the lightsaber blade with her Soul Steel beskad. As the supernatural blades met, Mevia refused to yield.

<"Oh, I know what I'm doing!"> She seethed, pushing forward the best she could. This was a blade lock of raw strength. <"I'm avenging my people! The people you demagolka chaavla's put down!">

She lifted her free hand, vambrace ready to go, <"I won't let your abominable Maw defile this galaxy again!">

From the Vambrace, a flurry of Charric Wrist Blaster rounds were fired, even from such a short distance. The Wrath Of Csilla would be felt today. All the agony, all the humiliation, all the despair... Kemme'viawa'nuvci was repaying it all.

Detritus Ren Kurineth Cull

 

[Detritus Ren]

Tags: Mevia Vizsla Kurineth Cull


Detritus would rush in like a mad hound, hellbent on tearing his enemy to shreds. As far as he was concerned, the mad zealot had an order to carry out. All Chiss were meant to be exterminated, it was decreed upon the burning of Csilla, and as far as he was concerned that decree still had to be carried out. His fiery blade would meet that of a sword, while he would hear the words of the Mandalorian tongue. He was rusty with the language, but from what he would hear from her, she would declare her hatred for all of the Maw. This only caused a laughter to bellow out sounding eerily creepy through his vocoder. "How little you understand, Infidel. Just as the gates to the great journey opened upon Csilla's breaking, once more our great work will continue!" He would shout out as the blades met for lock, the crackling saber would shoot sparks from this clash, as his yellow eyes bored into her red ones.

Just as he was about to break the blade lock, he would see her shoot out a flurry of blaster fire from her vambrace. This only caused him to back away from her slightly. Forced to defend from the blaster bolts, as his orange blade would bat them from side to side. With a palm extended he would hope to make the ground shift beneath her. To cause the ground to open up with a little nudge of the shadow to throw her off guard. If this didn't work, he would attempt to try and charge her with his saber poised to unleash a string of power strikes. He wished to show her a measure of his strength, and why the Chiss themselves were meant to feel the wrath of the Maw. Why she had to die along with the rest of her kind.

"What once was gone shall be reborn. And with that rebirth we shall see to it that it is done. War. Death. REBIRTH!!" He screamed the last line with a madman's laugh. He knew what was coming, what was stirring in the shadows. He was more than happy to taunt the Chiss with it before she met her end. He ignored the warriors watching him, placing bets on who would win this fight. His murderous gaze fully intent on the Chiss before him.​

 

[Mevia Vizsla]

Equipment
Armor	Beskar'gam.
Melee Weapons	Davaab'beskad, personal Chiss "Execution" beskad.
	Jetii'Kyramud, Soul Sword.
	Kada'yr, Mandalorian Kal.
Rifles	Tyatr'geriuvr Plasmag Rifle.
	Igradi Light Repeating Rifle.
Pistols	KYR-54 Skathe Hand Cannon + Regular, Pyro, and Cyro Rounds.
	M.I. Model 6.
	HG-88 'Big Iron' Hand Cannon.

Detritus Ren Kurineth Cull

Mevia gritted her teeth beneath her visor as the Mawite broke the lock. The Chiss Mandalorian was tossed back, as a knick of Soul Steel chipped off Jetii'Kyramud. The ground shook beneath her, and she acted quickly. Jetpack and repulser training had been her favorite growing up, under the teachings of Shai Maji , who these very Mawites had shattered once. Her auntie's memory guided her as she jumped up, using the repulser lifts to fly several feet in the air as the Knight Of Ren swooped in with his lightsaber below. Mevia freed her Chiss stylized beskad, Davaab'beskad, from its sheath as she shut her repulsers off abruptly. She fell towards the ground, swinging her beskad down as the plasma cutter technology glowed blue.

Her boots slammed into the ground with a crushing thud, as two power attacks met blade to blade. Juggernaut to juggernaut. Wrath to wrath. A wind kicked up around them as Kemme'viawa'nuvci activated her boot spikes and dug her feet into the cracked ground, refusing to yield. The Knight's heavy attacks were countered by equally mighty blocks with Davaab'beskad. When the blade could not do, the plasma shields and blades on her vambraces would work just fine. Her beskar plating even took some hits, leaving black scorch marks and slashes behind. But she refused to move an inch, to show weakness. She had her people to avenge, and a wicked abomination of an organization to slaughter. She may not have been a gifted child, or even Force Sensitive, but her tenacity and grit always pushed her where her weaknesses would bar her. Kemme'viawa'nuvci, Mevia Vizsla, would not only stand strong, but butcher this vile knight before her.

Mevia slid Jetii'Kyramud away and clenched her fist. Physical strength and rage alike could be heard as her fist tightened beneath her crushgaunt. Sparks of electricity flew in the air, creating static, before the gauntlet blossomed into a glowing orb of electrical energy. The shockmitt technology was ready to thunder.

Mevia once again bent into her opponent's attack, matching power with power. She thrust their blades into another lock and aimed a powerful sucker punch for his stomach.

She would never let his "great work" continue as he said it would.

 

[Kurineth Cull]

LOCATION: LOCATION: Dandoran
EQUIPMENT: IN BIO
WEAPONS: Lightsaber Pike - Single Blade Staff, Phase-knife
TAGS: Mevia Vizsla Detritus Ren

The small crowd of onlookers reveled in the chant of their prayer. Whooped and hollered as the fight went on and more than one made a rhythmic banging with their weapons. Taunts and jeers at the Mandalorian while the growing chant they were known for began in earnest.

"War! Death! Rebirth!"​

Their voices echoing with each rejoicing rise in volume. Kurineth grinned all the while, watching the fight from her squat position and even made a few loud oooh's and aaah's as each fighter showed their prowess.

"WAR! DEATH! REBIRTH!"​

But it was quickly becoming less novel and more tiresome to watch. Her patience plainly wearing as she lobbed a jobbing comment to the knight.

"The blue one getting the better of you knight? Do you require help?" Lips curling devilishly as she tilted her head to watch them lock blades.

"WAR! DEATH! REBIRTH!"​

The Hound that bet her sending a scathing grimace her way. A rude gestured shared as their words drowned out behind the continued chanting. More Hounds in their surroundings picked up the chant as if they were a living tide of voices.

The credits between Kurineth and the Hound were scooped up as the Pup cleared out, leaving Kurineth scowling.