Accept the Pain
Equipment: Laoth's Cybernetic Body | Double Vibroblade
Post Tags: Rhys Halcyon
Reference Tags:
Darth Solipsis
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Valery Noble
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Kahlil Noble
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Shai Maji
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Ishida Ashina
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Michael Sardun
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Spindle
Location: Empress Teta
The Soldier's Fight
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Hunting In The Smoke
Post Tags: Rhys Halcyon
Reference Tags:
Darth Solipsis
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Valery Noble
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Kahlil Noble
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Shai Maji
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Ishida Ashina
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Michael Sardun
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Spindle
Location: Empress Teta
The Soldier's Fight
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Hunting In The Smoke
Laoth could have grinned as wide as a Hutt enamored with its dancer. A Nexu stalking its prey through the jungles of its homeworld. He had good reason to, of course. At least a dozen soldiers in gleaming silver stood now in front of him. Untarnished despite the ferocity of what was occurring outside. All aiming their weapons at him after quickly recovering from their shock. What happened next...well, who can say they expected it to go down as it did?
It was only moments, perhaps two seconds, of the Devaronian creature standing before them with his blade held tightly in one hand, the other clenching tightly into a fist, before something happened. The boy was on the ground, a wound deep and wide opened across his back to let soft trickles of blood weep from his cut musculature. Laoth wasn't even aware that such a wound had been inflicted. But it had, and the boy was little more than annoying fleshy debris until these actual fighters had been taken care of. Or so he thought. At the end of those moments of contemplation and reverie for his luck of carnage, the soldiers had enacted their own plan to take him down. Such a plan, which his advanced mind assumed would be perhaps something equally as advanced, involved the ever simple but ever effective method of simply unloading volleys of blaster fire upon his position. The Devaronian cursed himself as the bolts flew towards him, cursing that he had assumed these simple creatures could be capable of something beyond the mundane.
Still, it was effective and impressive in the way that it drove the beast back from his intended charge towards the soldiers. As durable as his body, Laoth knew he could only take so much before the risk of injury or death became all to apparent. Of course, what myriad of parts lay within his newfound programmings and softwares not even he knew the total of. Surely, there was something inside that could be activated to lay on some new layer of defense. Some new piece of his growing puzzle of the self. As it was, however, he could only draw himself back, sliding through the doors once more and into the shaft undearneath the turbolift.
Down into the darkness he crawled like a spider, his blade slicing an orange glowing line through the foundation of the building's attachment, marking his ever descending path. Roughly three floors down, he stopped and once more forced open the doors of the shaft, leaping into the destroyed mass of smoke, crumbled ruins of walls and ceiling, and far too many corpses to count. He briefly admired the handywork of whatever monster had inflicted such damage, associating it with Black Steel and his Mawites. Then, he moved and ignored the devestation, bounding as quick as an acklay through the floor and towards the opposite side of the room. There, he busted through the partially closed doors and began ascending the barely stable staircase.
It would be two floors up before the Devaronian stopped and thought. Now on the floor directly below the one holding the soldiers and the boy and the civilians who had survived, them surely not aware of where he was, he had all the advantage. A crackling of booms erupted from outside, their vibrations coursing through the walls of the skyscraper. The shatterings of a hundred windows below resounded up the staircase. And an idea in the mind of the beast was formed. Throwing himself into the devestated floor below the eighty-ninth, Laoth activated a interface inlayed into his augmented eyes. Battle Analysis Interface Activated. A display formed in front of his vision, detailing the surrounding area and listing a number of tactical updates from the battle at large. The casualties were immense on both sides, the city's structure reduced to scrapmetal and fractured industries.
Along then came a surprise. However advanced he had assumed this interface was, it was far more than even that. Not only did it display tactical updates of the armies, and even dynamic geographical information, but various signatures of enemy commanders and champions were also displayed. Solipsis, Sith'ari of the Maw, was still active, clashing against whatever fools had dared to challenge him directly. His Summa-Verminoth, a beast beyond imagination in most parts of the galaxy, appeared to still be roaming and destroying, though whether it was still alive was unknown to him. Even...Valery Noble, fighting somewhere in the city against an unknown alongside an unknown, two people outside of this vast cornucopia of data displayed by his software. He could have smiled. Such information at his fingertips...no...at the instant of thought.
The possibilities of such a thing were endless, but that would come later. For now, he had to focus on the boy and those who stood next to him. How much time had passed since he fled? Minutes? Seconds? He didn't know, nor did he care really. All that mattered was that according to the readings of his software, they had not moved. He stood in the center of the ruins and gazed around to soak in the information given. Various weakpoints had been indentified, points that - if manipulated by excessive tension - could result in the total collapse of the floor above him. Shrugging with the conclusion, Laoth planted his vibroblade into barely stable floor below him and reached out with both arms. First came the points on either side of him, wrenched by powerful tugs of the Force amplified by his newfound confidence, arrogance, and knowledge. Such an unlock of potential had been given to him by
Spindle
...by
Valery Noble
...by
Ishida Ashina
...by
Michael Sardun
. He had to thank them. Without them, he never would have moved past the rigors of his entombment and betrayal. He never would have accepted the deaths of his loved ones on Devaron.He never would have evolved.
The weakpoints crumbled in an instant, and milliseconds later, the ones in front of them along the walls were pulled apart as well. Then came the ones behind, and finally the corners. Ceiling and floor and office space fell in a catastrophe of violence. Only by virtue of armor and bacta-treatments and the Force did the soldiers and the boy survive the collapse. The civilians were not so lucky and died, crushed by the debris or shattered by the fall. Laoth had not been in the center of the room when the eighty-ninth floor collapsed. He had, in fact, sprinted faster than a blink and shunted himself through the shattered windows of the eighty-eighth, sticking himself to the surface of the outside and waiting. His vibroblade had been left behind, now reduced to crumpled pieces of tech and metal. He did not need it. This would be done with his bare hands.
Smoke filled the building's interior after the fact, and the soldiers rose to their feet in stumbles and grumbles, vocalizing now instead of retaining their silent sign-language. The boy had managed to close the wound with the administrations of his saivor, but would he be able to avoid more? Laoth was more than happy to test that out. They were unaware - at least, the soldiers were - that Laoth had crawled his way back into the building, crouched low like an insect and slithering through the rubbling like a snake. Nothing was hidden from his gaze, his pale gaunt skeletal face a gleaming mirror of horror to come through the black and brown embers and smog. Slowly, he crept up behind the first of the soldiers who had been separated far from his squad, his right hand crunching down on the remnants of a fresh corpse and his left inching for his leg. Cold metal gripped tarnished silver and pulled.
The soldier's screams were long, high-pitched with terror, and cut short seconds later.
