Public The Eyes Of The Fallen | Extricating Polis Massa | Open to Blue Crest/Je'daii/Ren

[Rhia Kesyk]

A meeting had been held in the wake of the transmission Cotan Sar'andor had received. In the aftermath, a group of young Je'daii and their temporary guardians make their way to the asteroid fields of Polis Massa to help bolster the Blue Crest's humanitarian efforts, ready to stand in defiance against any threats which may linger behind in the ransacked medical facilities.

These volunteers have but three core objectives: Firstly, to secure the facilities and remove any remaining threats. Secondly, to seek out any surviving lifeforms and see that they are stabilized. Thirdly, to oversee the evacuation process.

Only soon will they come to realize that the dead do not lay; the residual corruptive influence of Kyrel Ren has forced many of the corpses to remain in a state of restless limbo...

Any Blue Crest medics/volunteers, members of the Je'daii Order (and their accompaniment), or Knights of Ren are free to participate in this thread. Not part of either of these groups, but still want in? Feel free to message me!

Though she'd made a stand, and in her own way set this leg of the relief efforts into motion, Rhia found herself taking a backseat once they were actively en route. The Flying Bantha had been offered up as a transport for her fellow students, those without vessels of their own, and as they came in to land the oppressive nature which hung over the medical facility became all too apparent. Her eyes fell over the others, even as the Blue Crest vessels landed ahead of them. Maybe allowing some of them to join had been a bad judgement call.

At least they weren't going to be entirely alone, though. The Crest had its own defensive personnel, and Cotan had seen fit to draft Julius Sedaire and Judah Lesan to keep watch over them. For the most part, everything below seemed eerily quiet. The girl swallowed.

"Remember, this isn't our mission to really mess with," she said to her fellow Je'daii, "Let the volunteers do their work, try not to get under their feet, and just... Stay vigilant. Don't engage unless provoked." Would there even be anything left behind? Any Ren to tangle with? She didn't know. But they were here in defense of the Crest, to act as a bastion should they be attacked, not to strong arm a fight of their own making.

The Bantha touched down, and she stepped toward the airlock. Soon enough they were disembarking into the artificially maintained landscape, craggy rocks the likes you'd expect to find in an asteroid field, yet breathable air all the same. Rhia approached the Crest's lead, a middle aged Umbaran woman with a stern set to her expression, and bowed her head.

Before she could say anything though, the woman held up a hand to silence her. "You stick with Harlo and his crew," she stated, gesturing to a group of men and women clad in armour bearing the Blue Crest insignia, "You do not touch any injured civilians you may encounter. Make use of your comlinks if you can't find medical personnel in your immediate vicinity. That shouldn't be likely, most of Harlo's men are combat medics, but either way. You will not risk further injury on these people. Understood?"

Rhia nodded, slightly taken aback by the bluntness of the woman. "Good. Oh, and you're not to engage unless absolutely necessary. We're not mercenaries, child, if you want to hack and slash you've no place among the Crest. It may seem counterproductive, but we rely on neutrality in order to cross borders. Do not attack unless attacked. If I hear that any one of you break that code..." The woman trailed off, shook her head, then turned to tend to other matters.

Swallowing, she turned to look at the others who had no doubt heard everything that had been said.

"Alright... I guess let's go help Harlo secure the area..."

 

[Ishani Dinn]

The wildness of the Outer Rim had yet to be tamed, but Ishani was seeking to at least familiarize herself with the region more. Next on the list was Polis Massa. She had signed on as an affiliate of the relief efforts; not a member of Blue Crest, but an associate of them. Having yet to complete her trials, she wasn't a Je'daii yet. Just a friend, here to help.

She arrived in her own ship, a smaller, more low-key vessel she had dubbed the Van. Experience had taught her never to rely on others for transportation. She wasn't about to get stuck here with no means of leaving the asteroid. Consequently, she heard only the latter half of the spiel from the Blue Crest woman about not acting like mercenaries. In situations like these, with testy superiors and questionable circumstances, Ishani was glad she was the proud owner of a sword that could be summoned (or hidden) at will.

Rhia Kesyk Cotan Sar'andor Julius Sedaire Judah Lesan Kyrel Ren​

 

[Kal]

Unlike Ishani, Kal had taken the instructions very literally and by extension showed up entirely unarmed.

Wearing the body of a run-of-the-mill Scion - Synthdroids able to pass as near-humans under visual inspection - he had no real need to breathe. Even so, he had opted to wear a vac suit, if only to fit in. No need to confuse the strangers.

"Lovely. For the record, my healing is perfectly adequate. I can stop bleeding and close wounds."

He would consider 'forgetting' their instructions if someone was literally bleeding to death in front of him, but he had to admit it was a sensible approach overall. It was not as if any of them were, well, healers. Kal had tinkered a bit with flesh and bone, but fixing internal injuries was beyond him. Internal bleeding was a hassle; it was all too easy to stop the heart.

External bleeding was his speciality - after all, blood was never meant to leak outside.

"Death lingers here, do you feel it? I strongly suspect something is amiss."

@Misc. Je'daii; the Watch function exists for a reason.​

 

[Percival Io]

Arrived in: The Holy Grail
Accompanied by: Boris and Bram
Objective: Deal with a rogue element

"I've never been on an asteroid before," Boris remarked. "Isn't this one famous or something?"

"Famous for something," Bram replied. "Birthplace of some famous Jedi..."

Percival was only half-listening to their banter. The trio were on their own, separate from any of the groups currently converging on Polis Massa. After careful research and reconnaissance, they had found an inconspicuous route into the artificially-maintained biome, landing on the other side of the asteroid.

Their paths would likely cross with the others up ahead, given that they were headed to the same general area. Percival and his team had a different objective, however. They were supposed to find a rogue member of a certain Cult allied with their House. Percival was increasingly finding said Cult far more trouble than they were worth, but he was nothing if not loyal to the House...

Rhia Kesyk Kal + Others

TL;DR Percival and co are approaching the same location, just from the opposite direction.​

 

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The Dark Dwarrow Forgemaster had been surprised when he discovered a few remaining survivors of the attack not butchered by Kyrel Ren. A smile formed to his face as the group was comprised of no less than 10 children. Their parents having been slain and brutally murdered as the Dark Hegemony made their move on this pitval asteroid field. He participated in the attack that established the Hegemony underneath the iron will of Kyrel Ren. Certainly the idea of owing some form of loyalty to someone was foreign to the dark dwarrow but the gold and gemstones he had received to maintain the Order of Saithon underneath the Dark Hegemony was enough to line his dark stronghold with mountains of treasure that would make even a dragon jealous. ​

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Although the attack had been finished, the dark dwarrow stayed behind with the Master of Ren to search through the mountain of bodies to take their possessions. Jewelry, credits.. it mattered not. The dark dwarrow could melt it all down to forge weaponries for the knights of ren. Although he was unaware of the jedi incoming towards his location at this time. ​

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He had them taken deep into the facility, waiting for the arrival of Kyrel Ren within the chamber after giving him some coordinates to his location over a back wired server connected to an encrypted channel that bounced off the transmission towers of several planets nearby. Hacking into the communications between them would be impossible because it would show that the message was originating from those nearby planets. Khoh told the Master of Ren that he had found some survivors and was considering to take them to some zygerrian slavers that he knew from his time as a part-time slaver. Although, Kyrel Ren might have different ideas for the children which was fine by him.​

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The children would be crying within the small chamber that he held them in, picking up his power hammer from his belt and slamming it against the doorframe. Although he had lowered the power of the hammer significantly to avoid damaging his prize and prevent them from escaping. "Quiet your crying in there, ya brats. Withaur jeg slam mot molbrut ynni joth kalvar!" He yelled at them, causing them to quiver in fear at the threat uttered from his small frame. He uttered another phrase in dwarrow, translating into (Before I slam my hammer into your skulls). Although the dark dwarrow was only 5'6 in height, that didn't prevent him from bashing in the children's skulls if they didn't stop causing such a ruckus. ​

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Equipped to his frame would be his dwarrow forged armor, wielding both a power hammer and a lightsaber. His small frame made him hard to hit on the battlefield and the sturdiness of the dwarrow made him a warrior unlike most. His use of the force was limited to protection only as he would turn to stone by using it. Although the upside of this was that his actual presence within the force was lower than normal. Allowing him to hide himself without actually using a force ability. Only the most experienced of masters could pick up the slight signal pouring from him. ​

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"The master of ren is late." Khoh said to no one in particular, and even the children looked at him like he was talking to himself. This only depended his hatred for children as a whole, considering them nothing but a nuisance that had to be exterminated. He looked back at them with a slight glare of his glowing orange eyes to send them shivering in fear again. Now all that was left was for the master of ren to arrive and decide the fate of these captives, although he preferred sending them into slavery or putting them to work within the forges. ​

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ALLIES: Kyrel Ren ​

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ENEMIES: Ishani Dinn Percival Io Kal Rhia Kesyk Julius Sedaire Judah Lesan ​

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Spoiler: OOC Information

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Obtained permission from Rhia Kesyk to attend​

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[Kyyrk]

Kyyrk gripped the controls of his ship tightly. Polis Massa. A place he'd heard about plenty of times, but not actually been to himself. As he descended to the asteroid field, he could feel the lingering tendrils of the Dark Side from within the station. Polis Massa was not a true planet, but rather a mining station of sorts, built into an asteroid field. Kyyrk did not like this. At all. For all he knew, the facility was compromised in the attack. And any further hostilities could exacerbate the issue. But, he was no fool. They made suits for just this purpose. HE made suits for just this purpose.

Though it had not seen action in nearly a decade, the armor that the man had worn to his self imposed exile accompanied him for one last venture. The girl he'd met on Belsavis had called for help. Kyyrk frowned to himself. What, he wondered, could possibly be bad enough to call him for help? Kyyrk glanced down at his controls as his ship descended for final approach. "Ground control, this is Primus Verros, requesting docking." Primus. The word still felt foreign in his mouth. But he was hiding no longer. His nation hid no longer.

The Sword of the Ascendancy was descending upon the station. His IFF signature displayed an ally, and his stated intentions pointed at Rhia Kesyk as the cause for his summons. Kyyrk wasted no time disembarking from his fighter upon arrival. There was a facility to sweep, and a medical corps to protect. And he knew better than anyone that just because the fighting had stopped did not mean the danger was passed. Particularly not with the itch he had in the back of his mind. Someone...SomeTHING was still there. But it was faint. Trackable, to be sure...but something that Kyyrk would have to devote more attention to finding if he truly wished to discover its location.

All in due time.

As he walked towards the gathering of Je'daii forming in the docking area, he turned his gaze upon Rhia. Though his mask did not bear a face upon it, his build, demeanor, and stride said enough of who he was. And his owl companion was conspicuously absent. But when he spoke, all doubt was removed. "Must be a dire situation if you called upon my aid, Miss Rhia. What's happened here?"​

Ishani Dinn || Kal || Percival Io || Rhia Kesyk || Julius Sedaire || Judah Lesan || Khohnuirrann Stormmantle XXXVI

 

[Rhia Kesyk]

Well, after the icy welcome from the Umbaran lady Rhia found herself particularly nervous as she stepped over to Harlo and his crew. Part of her was expecting another ear to be chewed off, or something. Kyyrk met up with them a few paces in, and she turned her head up toward the man before bowing it respectfully.

"I wasn't sure you'd come," she stated, softly. Nerves crept into her voice even. "Though I'm glad you did. The Ren ransacked this place, we're looking for survivors... Given that they didn't care about the medical teams or patients, there's a good chance any relief the Crest bring will be met with similar barbarism should there still be any Ren remaining. I uh... Well, I didn't want to do this alone. So, thank you."

Well she wouldn't have been alone either way but even so calling on a potential ally had made sense in the moment. She'd been heated when she sent him the message, fresh out of the meeting. Either way he'd come.

She stepped up to Harlo a few moments later, and inhaled a calming breath.

Once again she found herself cut off, though the tone of the Morellian man was far more cheery than the medical officers had been.

"You must be the backup!" he stated, stepping away from the crew with a growing grin as he surveyed the group of Je'daii-and-friends. "I heard Krisik giving you a talkin' to. Don't mind her, always got a bee in her bonnet. These here are for you," he gestured to an open crate which held a series of blaster pistols and rifles, depending on preference, and a secondary one with some bacta stims. "You do what you got to do to keep yourself and any survivors alive out there, alright? This ain't your usual battlefield, they ain't playing by the usual rules."

Harlo reached into the crate and pulled out a rifle then handed it to Rhia. "Y'all know how to use these, right? If not, grab one of my men they'll give you a quick rundown. Alright, well, time to go don't you reckon? Been dawdlin' too long."

He turned back to his men then, made a gesture with his left hand, and they got off their butts and ready to go. "Let's roll out."

Rhia took a couple of the stims for good measure, sliding them into the sleeves on her tactical belt, then turned to follow. "There's sounds comin' from inside," a particularly tech-laden Zabrak stated, as they made their approach, one hand moving to adjust some dial or another "Inhuman ones at that..."

Harlo cracked his neck, then sighed. "Rifles up; watch your backs, kids." The doorway opened on their approach, affording them a view into darkness...

Ishani Dinn Kyyrk Kal Khohnuirrann Stormmantle XXXVI Percival Io

 

[Ishani Dinn]

Unlike Kal, Ishani's weapon was literally bound to her body, effectively ensuring she was always armed whether she wanted to be or not. Can't turn a tattoo on and off. No, wait, don't sub it—!

After a dire warning from a Morellian, the doors were opened to reveal darkness... and strange, inhuman noises coming from within. Ishani had seen this kind of thing before, and she uttered the word everyone in the party was probably thinking: "Ugh, zombies?"

She supposed it was better than Sithspawn, but still. The last time she had dealt with zombies, she'd been chewed out by Starlin for killing one in self-defense. Something something, these people are pawns of the Dark Side and can surely still be saved, right?

Well, she made the decision right then and there that if one came running toward her to attack, she wasn't going to stand there and take it. Like, for instance, right about now. It wasn't just one zombie, but a horde of them that came charging out of the blackness and toward the open doorway. The sensible thing to do would be to close the door, but Ishani was not currently anywhere near the door panel, and so could not end this encounter before it had even begun. She summoned her blade, ready for battle, though there were several bodies standing between her and the zombies for the time being.

Rifles raised, a few of her allies squeezed off shots toward the surging crowd of infected, but there was a general air of confusion and uncertainty among them. After all, they'd been ordered not to shoot. But had those orders been given with the expectation of zombies?

Rhia Kesyk Kal Kyyrk Khohnuirrann Stormmantle XXXVI​

 

[Percival Io]

Arrived in: The Holy Grail
Accompanied by: Boris and Bram
Objective: Deal with a rogue element

Percival and his companions soon encountered the zombies as well. They did not suffer from moral hand-wringing over whether it would be right to shoot the infected, but they were fewer in number and thus heavily outnumbered by the horde.

Rather than allow himself and his allies to be swarmed, Percival bisected three zombies before shouting, "Fall back!"

Boris and Bram obeyed, continuing to fire their weapons as they retreated back the way they had come. The clash, while brief, made a lot of noise. Not good, since they had been relying on stealth to avoid detection. Percival felt a surge of frustration through his circuits. They hadn't found so much as a trace of their target yet, and they were already being forced back...

"Percy, you seeing this?" Bram asked, gesturing toward a wall.

Percival cycled through various visions before landing on infrared. There was a heat signature visible on the other side of the wall.

"No door," Bram noted. "No way inside."

"How'd they get in there, then?" Boris asked.

"The Force, probably. The Cultists have methods of entering places without doors." Percival glanced at his companions. "Stealth is no longer a priority."

"Are you thinking what I'm thinking?" Bram asked gleefully. "Punch through the wall like a robocop?"

With a nod of his head, Percival gestured forward. Bram promptly stomped over—but rather than punch through it, he flung his entire body at the wall. Several tons of battle droid crashed through the duraplast, sending forth a shower of debris. It was beyond noisy; it was a cacophony.

Percival and Boris followed him immediately after, weapons raised as they scanned the chamber for traps or signs of an ambush. Then, once he was satisfied the room was secured, Percival turned his sights upon the body that was a source of heat...

Rhia Kesyk Kal Kyyrk Khohnuirrann Stormmantle XXXVI​

 

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The Master of Ren still had not arrived within the chamber, and the Dark Forgemaster was growing impatient. The children were still staring at him like a complete weirdo. Never having seen a dwarrow in their entire lives. His senses picked up a slight ringing within his ears that indicated that someone was nearby. And his suspicious were correct when suddenly the chamber busted open with ruble from the impact of a tremendous force. He adjusted his eyes for just a moment when the 3 men had entered into the chamber with their weapon raised. Finally something that was interesting although he was outnumbered by them for just a brief minute. He would leave the children in their hands until a more suitable time came and he could join up with the master of the knights of ren. ​

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He raised his arm in fake surrender and saying nothing, silently clicking a thermal detonator that was hidden within his sleeve. Counting down the time until it was exactly 3 seconds and then with a single motion swung his hands down and chucked it at them. Weather or not if hit them was of no consequences as he entered inside a small vent in a matter of seconds while the thermal was being thrown. How he even managed to fit inside the vent was a guess to anyone. But his small frame was an advantage in tight spaces that would allow him to quickly scurry away like a rat into another room. The Dark Dwarrow didn't mind for he could appear anywhere within the facility using the vent systems. ​

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The children would cry out for help, "Please save us, the monster was trying to sell us into zygerrian slavery." One of the children shouted. Although how he knew about zygerria was anyone's guess. Much less how they knew about slavery since not everyone knew about it. That would be a topic for another time for the dark dwarrow zipped away like a mole. ​

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His small frame also dampened his noise that he would no doubt make from his heavy equipment. The downside of being short is that all your big equipment goes to the floor. He punched through another vent gate once the room was clear of occupants. It was the cafeteria of the place stilled covered with corpses from kyrel's rampage.​

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The Dark Dwarrow shrugged at his fortune and simply would hold up in here to wait for the master of ren to appear. Typing into his wrist communication device from earlier that he had changed location and was now within the cafeteria of the place. Saying that he had lost the children as a hostage advantage but on the plus side he knew his attackers now. Trained and well equipped. The Dark Dwarrow disliked his advantage in a ranged fight but he could handle himself up close and would no doubt have the advantage.​

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For now all that was left was to cast the proverbial dice and await the lucky number. ​

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[Percival Io]

Arrived in: The Holy Grail
Accompanied by: Boris and Bram
Objective: Change of plans...

To Percival's surprise, it was not a rogue Cultist who stood on the other side, but a short, squat, heavily armored figure with a long, braided beard. The dwarf raised his hands in apparent surrender... only to launch a thermal detonator at them.

The explosion shook the ground, bringing down still more sections of the wall and vaporizing anything in the immediate vicinity. Percival was blasted backwards, his armor protecting him from the worst of the heat. Boris and Bram were largely unaffected.

As the dwarf made his hasty escape, Percival staggered to his feet. In the hidden room, he heard children screaming and wailing. The sound tugged at the heartstrings—or at least, it drew upon that growing sense of empathy he had begun to develop—but the utterance of the word slavery felt like a hot spike being driven into him, such was his sudden rage. Children being sold into slavery? What sort of cruel monster—

"Stay with them," Percival ordered Boris and Bram. The children would be reunited with their families, or if no relatives could be found, they'd be offered a place within House Io. "I'm going after the dwarf."

His infrared vision tracked the shape moving through the vents toward the mess hall. Percival headed there, only to encounter yet another horde of zombies in the hallway just outside the room. His sword was stained with the blood of various infected species, painting a rainbow of gore along the silvery blade as he fought his way to the cafeteria.

He managed to jam the door open just enough to slip inside. Zombie hands clawed through the gap, trying to follow him. Percival scanned the room for the dwarf, then advanced toward his target with cold machine ruthlessness, raising his blade to strike the slaver down.

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[Kal]

They were offered blasters, of all things - why would they do that if... oh. Oh right, they were never meant to be quite that pacifistic. Oh well, at least he had erred on the side of caution. Even so, he politely declined the offer. He was far more confident in his ability to nonlethally pacify beings with the Force - and he had no intention of mowing foes down.

"Not inhuman, per se." Kal squinted at or past the door, looking somewhat uncomfortable. Just as he was about to explain, the doorway opened. "... formerly human. Humanoid. How distasteful." Distasteful was putting it mildly.

It was one thing to defile a corpse, but these things were animated by corruption made manifest.

Some started shooting, Ishani (just what this situation needed) pulled a sword from thin air (Arcturus' craftsmanship?) and Kal did his own thing. Specifically, he made a series of sharp cutting gestures - zombies falling like marionettes.

Elegantly energy-efficient, but not particularly fast. He could but cull the herd somewhat.

Rhia Kesyk | Kyyrk | Ishani Dinn​

 

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The person was persistent, the dark dwarrow would give him that. Having found himself face to face with the person from before. The dark dwarrow smiled as the person approached from the mass of zombies outside the door, feeling the anger and hate swell up within them. They had forgotten that the sith feed off such raw emotions and all the poor lad was doing was fueling his power. Although the dark dwarrow was starting to feel quite alone within the facility, as the master of ren had yet to make his appearance. None the less the dark dwarrow was confident in his ability to dispose of the person in front of himself. His short stature made striking him difficult as anyone would have to swing their blade down to hit him. Wearing his dwarrow armor made him even more confident, as it was designed to withstand a lot of punishment. ​

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As the person rose to strike him down, the dark dwarrow made his move. Bringing his power hammer up to connect with the blow as the shockwave generators activated when the blow connected. If the strike failed to connect the dark dwarrow would extend his power hammer's handle length. Spinning it around within his hand and waiting for the next attack from the person. If they had decided to attack during this phase he would block with the handle and swing his hammer up to knock them back. However if they didn't press the attack then the dark dwarrow would hold the power hammer within his two hands. ​

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[Percival Io]

Accompanied by: Boris and Bram
Objective: Deal with the dwarf

Since Percival was an android, it was unlikely the dwarf could "sense" any emotions from him with the Force. All the same, the Chaplain advanced toward his foe with a glare and a clenched jaw.

He wasn't so foolish as to crash his blade against the hammer itself, much less when the shockwave generator began to hum threateningly. Rather, he aimed for the handle, seeking to pit his own superhuman strength against the dwarf's. Percival unleashed a volley of rapid blows with his sword, striking at his opponent's head and shoulders - the dwarf's short stature meant that Percival had limited access to any other part of his body.

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Even as an android, the way his body moved with anger was a clear sign that emotions were brewing. Synthetic or not didn't matter for the dark side of the force and the dwarrow would take full advantage. While not feeding directly from his feelings since they were an android construct, he could still gain some advantage within the fight due to his natural tendency to fight rage with rage. ​

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The Dark Dwarrow was confident of his victory especially in regards to his own superhuman strength. Although being short made others underestimate him on the battlefield. He assured himself that the battle lay within his iron hands. Moving the head of the power hammer down, he would spin the handle from left to right to catch those blows from his opponents. Anything not blocked by the handle would land upon his oversized pauldrons which protected his head from harm. A small adjustment and a single whack made the hammer catch his opponents blade as the shockwave generator head would move from its guard position into the right leg of his opponent. If this failed the dwarrow would use the shockwave head as a sort of leaver to push himself back without using the force. ​

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[Percival Io]

Accompanied by: Boris and Bram
Objective: Deal with the dwarf

Heavily armored as the dwarf was, it seemed nigh-impossible to get a hit in. Percival leaped up onto a cafeteria table to avoid one of the dwarf's hammer blows to his legs, and realized he would have to change tactics.

Inside his throat, he had an organ that functioned as a potent sonic weapon. He unleashed a sonic scream upon the dwarf, hoping to drive him back... or at the very least, damage his eardrums.

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The Dark Dwarrow watched as the person dodged his blow to the legs. Having moved away with the shockwave powered head to a safe distance. Watching as the man jumped upon a table and let loose a powerful sonic scream. The dwarrow tried to hold his ground by digging his hammer into the cafeteria floor but was blasted away some, smashing into a wall. Although the dwarrow shrugged it off with his sturdy and bulky frame. Slamming his hammer into a table nearby as it was sent up a little bit then smashing the hammer into the back of it to send it forward again. ​

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If this failed, the dwarrow would go into a short spirit to make up the distance between them. Raising his power hammer in an attack posture overhead angle. Although normally this would open himself up to an attack, as a regular person but his short frame made it the perfect angle to smash the hammer into his chest or skull either way. He had hoped that the battle didn't attract anyone else because he disliked fighting 2 v 1. Although he would do so if the situation called for it. ​

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[Percival Io]

His sonic scream served to throw the dwarf off a little. Percival reached for his belt and retrieved a burning shikkar. The hollow glass blade contained a potent acid. He intended to throw it at the dwarf, see if the acid corroded his armor at all, but even as he tossed the fragile weapon at him, the dwarf's shockwave hammer crashed into his chest.

Percival was thrown halfway across the room by the impact. His systems registered damage, but he was still functioning enough to be able to rise to his feet - as soon as he stopped skidding across the floor, that is.

By now having had quite enough of all this, Percival took a thermal detonator from his belt and thumbed the switch, throwing it at the dwarf.

Khohnuirrann Stormmantle XXXVI

 

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The dark dwarrow angled his hammer as the dagger impacted with the side of it. Having slammed the person away with his shockwave generator, the dark dwarrow considered his options for now. Holding his ground from advancing because of how the person would react. His caution was proved correct when the android threw a thermal at him. The dark dwarrow would slam the hammer into the thermal as the two forces collided, sending him away as he skidded on the floor. Slamming the hammer head down into the floor as the shockwave knocked over tables and chairs within the cafeteria. ​

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This distraction proved well, for behind one of the tables the dark dwarrow would enter into the lunch shoot. Where all the waste products went to be incinerated. Although the dark dwarrow had checked the layout of the facility before his arrival during the dark gathering. Knowing that just before the incineration, there was a branch tunnel that he could go into. As he was sliding down on top of his power hammers head, he would ignited the shockwave generator to propel him into the tunnel. Standing up now as the tunnel was wide enough for him to do so. Beginning to walk through the underground to buy time. His presence so low within the facility would render tracking his heat signature a massive challenge for even the most advance of systems. The dwarrow got away for now.​

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