Laira Darkhold
Well-Known Member
Location: Suburbs
Forces: 68 Mandalorians [member="Seanna Vel"]
Objectve: I will think of something.
[12/20]
Fighting on the field is often quick and brutal, its the planning stage that seems to drag on forever. A blaster bolt whizzed past my head snapping me back to reality, there here and now of the fight. Swinging Taak'Shukur low and bringing it against the ankle of the man I was fighting I heard the sickening wet snap of bones breaking and splitting out of skin, sending him sprawling to the ground crying out in pain. Without any added effort I dropped the mace into his chest, letting gravity and the shockwave generators handle the rest, causing several of his internal organs to burst and his essence to fade away until he was no more.
Several of the random soldiers I was forcing into action through the Force had small moments of clarity, realizing they were not in control of their actions, making it harder to use them. When simply convincing them of something and letting their mind take over it was much easier that actually controlling their minds and forcing them to do as I wished. With them aware of my deception it was required me to focus more on controlling them, turning against their allies, making them do as I willed.
Shortly after the fighting was over, all the Paramilitary having fallen in battle against each other or against the arrayed Mandalorians.
"Vereen here, suburbs secure. We are going home."
Forces: 68 Mandalorians [member="Seanna Vel"]
Objectve: I will think of something.
[12/20]
Fighting on the field is often quick and brutal, its the planning stage that seems to drag on forever. A blaster bolt whizzed past my head snapping me back to reality, there here and now of the fight. Swinging Taak'Shukur low and bringing it against the ankle of the man I was fighting I heard the sickening wet snap of bones breaking and splitting out of skin, sending him sprawling to the ground crying out in pain. Without any added effort I dropped the mace into his chest, letting gravity and the shockwave generators handle the rest, causing several of his internal organs to burst and his essence to fade away until he was no more.
Several of the random soldiers I was forcing into action through the Force had small moments of clarity, realizing they were not in control of their actions, making it harder to use them. When simply convincing them of something and letting their mind take over it was much easier that actually controlling their minds and forcing them to do as I wished. With them aware of my deception it was required me to focus more on controlling them, turning against their allies, making them do as I willed.
Shortly after the fighting was over, all the Paramilitary having fallen in battle against each other or against the arrayed Mandalorians.
"Vereen here, suburbs secure. We are going home."
