The Magnificent Probably More than Seven [Primeval Invasion of Mandalorian Wayland]

[Ebenezer]

Location: Mount Tantiss maze
Objective C: Run the maze!
Allies: [member="Laguz Vald"] | Jun Nezhttp://starwarsrp.net/user/8470-jun-nez/ | Token Watershttp://starwarsrp.net/user/2783-token-waters/
Enemies: Anija Ordo | Nandiach_Ankah | Graad Hokan | Darth Wyrrlok VI | Briika Detta | Chaos Maxtor | @A'den Shereshoy

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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9Bx20cflBBk​

Nothing to see here...​

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The croke was still going down the stairwell, stupid stairwells. Feth this one in particular, it was long, too long. He should have found a way to infiltrate those Mandos disguised as one of them and taken the lift down, but of course that was impossible considering that they entered on different parts of the mountain, and he had a feeling that he couldn't impersonate them well enough. Too uptight, and always itching for a fight to prove themselves. Ebenezer was too much of a sneaky queen to do that. Of course that was the power of an illusion. It gave him the ability to mess with them without entering their minds, only stimulating the main sense of all humanoids: sight.

Of all things that passed through their brains, sight mattered the most, yet, it was the easiest one to fool. He could make a wall where there was not one and yet many would not think about it with a second thought, well, at least as long as it wasn't completely out of place. Of course, he felt, their minds would not be so easily fooled into thinking the same as most others'. He would need some help to convince the brutes that the wall was real.

But at that moment there happened to be another bat which he immediately crashed into, plummeting down the stairs uncontrollably, a scream escaping at the scene.

 

[Laguz Vald]

Location: Mount Tantiss maze [MAP]
Objective C: Run the maze!
Allies: [member="Ebenezer"] | [member="Jun Nez"] | [member="Token Waters"]
Enemies: [member="Anija Ordo"] | [member="Nandiach_Ankah"] | [member="Graad Hokan"] | [member="Darth Wyrrlok VI"] | [member="Briika Detta"] | [member="Chaos Maxtor"] | [member="A'den Shereshoy"]
Gear: TS-1

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1Poeku_JWCc​

Xe grinned at xir fellow agent, occasional slave, and follower of the Host Lord — though probably for a different reason entirely — giving the armored Kel Dor a quick, if slightly… sloppy a nod, for the shifter was still in the process of reassembling xemself into something vaguely humanoid. The stage was a transitory one, soon replaced by the bristling fur of just a few moments ago, xir teeth elongating into sharp canines that could as easily rend flesh as they could rend bone. Nasty, stuff, those cat people, but it wasn't the strength of their bite that interested xem this time around.

No, Laguz was borrowing the felacatian for one purpose, and one purpose only; speed. Like so many times before, the creature would lend xem a burst in velocity that no human could ever hope to match, and what with xir lack of heavy gear, the sniper was bound to cross the rest of the distance separating xem from the heat source in the time it would take Token to charm a passerby, Nez to scan a rock, or ol' Nezzer to weave a convincing illusion.

That is to say, xe would be there in a jiffy.

With a rather feline grin gracing xir now transformed features, the shi'ido winked, and then xe was gone in a blur of motion. Used as xe was both to the species and the act of running itself, the shifter had little trouble to attend to, other than the strain of xir muscle, the thrumb of xir blood in xir ears, and the sharp tug of xir breath each time xir chest expanded to take in another deep lungful of air.

It wasn't a pleasant feeling, that was certain, but who wouldn't put in that extra 20% when there was a doomsday device ticking away beneath their feet? Even self-serving bastards like Laguz Vald knew when to put out. Besides, who would pay xem if the whole planet was blown to Netherworld? No, having that bomb go off simply couldn't stand, and since xe had no idea what the digits on the timer said — if there was a convenient timer to tell xem that in the first place — the shifter would simply grit xir teeth — still sharp as needles — and push on, because nobody wants to go out with a bang.

Least of all yours truly, Laguz Vald. So when xe skipped down the final flight of stairs, chest burning and sides aching, xe couldn't help but grin even though the heat nigh blinded xem for a few moments. It was good. There was still time.

There was still had a chance for xem to gaze upon the visage of [member="Anja Aj'Rou"] once more.

 

[Chaos Maxtor]

Location: Objective: Maze Runner [Objective 3]
Allies: [member="Graad Hokan"] | [member="Darth Wyrrlok VI"] | [member="Verz Horak"] | [member="Briika Detta"] | [member="Anija Ordo"] | @A'den Shereshoy
Enemies: [member="Laguz Vald"] | [member="Ebenezer"] | [member="Jun Nez"] | [member="Token Waters"]
Gear: See Bio

Elgyn could only give Anija the smallest amount of relief as he dangled upside down with his feet balancing himself out on the ceiling of the lift. He knew the straining mando must feel exhaust of her energy reserves. But there was little he could do, the shi’ido and the human force user knew El would need strength well mustered.

Letting go of his telekinetic grip on the lift he returned to her a burden. With his lightsaber he slashed upward (downwards ) twice cutting an incomplete half oval using the hole Mr. Had blasted in the floor. and then cut the line he dangled from falling in a backward flip and landing on the still heated marking in the floor. The impact of his weight caused the small bit of plating to snap off sending Elgyn hurdling to the ground on what looks like a broken soft drink tab. Stabilizing himself and accelerating down the shaft at a extreme speed it might have become obvious that he was using the Force to accelerate his speed. Elgyn Bent at the knees as he slowed down and angled out of the shaft and into the doorway!

“Cowabunga, vode!!” Elgyn announced as he steadily swooped by them nearly clipping each of their ankles. It was a few more meters before he meekly hopped off the thick one-time-piece-of-floor. But, With a click, Elgyn’s weapon harness cluttered to the ground and he started taking off his boots and pants. His breastplate clattered to the ground and a sickening crack could be head as his knees bent backwards and his tarsus began to extend. His legs malforming, soon he was in nothing but his badyglove and hardmask. He did, for posterity, skinshift away any possible unrated bulging wiggly bits.

Tendons hardened and muscle became lean strong and swift. His spike cracked and his neck and lower vertebrae increased as his bones began to hallow. Elgyn’s forearms and knuckles grew. and his neoprene body glove tore at it’s threading as he let out a small whimper. Elgyn had been frozen for nearly nine hundred years in carbonite. A frozen art piece dangled in a museum and gawked at. It has had some unfortunate side on his physiology. His skin shifting had become stunted to a degree. but now He stood like some chimeric thing. The Half shift into a tukata left him shaking and agree, it was painful. Something that didn't happen with Shi’ido.


With long half human fingers he snapped his weapon harness on and he turned and sped off down the stairwell. A roar of anger and pain echoed through the stairwell as he felt the Dark Side well up in him. Pain was a great power and it seemed his only ally. He swelled on it, he kept it deep putting on a facade of ignorance and jests. But the pain kept him and it feed him. And he drank deep.. The pit’s of his soul fired as his body and strength were propelled and reinforced by his beckoning to the Dark Side. And he ran further and further down, his hearts beating but stable. Another turn and then another. And then: Stop. “Heading to position” Elgyn commend the others as he turned into the first detention block chamber but then quickly coming to a hault outside of the target chamber. Elgyn Pause “I am here, speed it up!” He barked unintentionally out of breath an a tone that was inhuman.

 

[Ka-Aver]

Objective: A - holding the paremeter outside the fort.

Location: Outside the fort
Allies: The Primevil, [member="Alkah'Kahtel"] [member="Cadan Tazi"] [member="Flannigan Mcnash"] [member="Anja Aj'Rou"]
Enemies: Mandalorians [member="Kezeroth the Malevolent"] @olivia demadas ?
Gear: Blaster, double bladed vibro glaive. Seated at a turret inside a Multipurpose Infantry Fighting Vehicles


Unit: Golden Banner

Strength: 15/20 [/FONThttp://starwarsrp.net/topic/55207-primeval-mifv/]MIFV + 84/120 infantry
Objective: Causing trouble for any mando reinforcement trying to reach the fort
Location: Outside the fort, fort paremeter.
Controller: Ka-Aver

Post: 4
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[media]https://youtu.be/ggyC0FOzqHM[/media]

The screams echoed through the com channels as the monster with a wave of his hand sent an entire platoon flying through the air. The grenade shifted course and landed just under the MIfV of Ka-Aver. It went boom and smoke rose through the vehicle.

Ka-Avers face smashed into the the firing controls leaving a red printo of his face.

"Wutz you doing!!??!" the weequay roared with blood driping from the corner of his mouth. "Get thiz pieze of junk moving!" he continued down to the driver below. Only a wall of silence replied. He flipped the hatch seperating his position and the rest of the armoured body of the MIFV. Ka-Aver was prepared to smack them around some. they probably lost their nerves.

He had been wrong. The small driver cockpit was filled with the entrails of his men. That explosion had really hit a soft spot benath them and some of the extra ammonution had exploded, creating aboiling sea of death in there.
Ka-Aver wrinkled his nose. The stench did not bother him as much as the fact that Ka-Aver was a useless driver himself.

"Oh, crapz it..." he cursed to himself and grabbed his flask of rum. Another explossion outside was enough for him to realise that the beast was tearing the unit apart. He flipped the com but the explossion must have damaged the command vehicles com array.

Well... I didnt get dressed up for nothing he snorted and took a deep sip from the flask. Then he rose and opened the door, smoke pouring out as he grabbed his two handed vibro glaive and stepped forth.

[member="Kezeroth the Beholder"] was throwing another MIFV to the side, using one arm only. Mean while the other tried to get better positions to keep firing at him.

Ka-Aver tossed his flask to the ground and shwirled his glaive around, ending with an outstretched arm, the tip of the weapon pointed at the beast. the other hand beckoned him.

"Zo... you wanna danze... " he grinned and spat out a loose tooth.

Mean while the other MIFVs kept firing but without Ka-Aver to direct them they seemed to get less organised and several vehicles got in the way of each other making it impossible for them to maintain the heavy bombardment.

 

[Brooke Waters]

[SIZE=10.5pt]Objective:[/SIZE][SIZE=10.5pt] C[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10.5pt]Location: [/SIZE][SIZE=10.5pt]Eventually be useful[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10.5pt]Allies: [/SIZE][SIZE=10.5pt]Ebenezerhttp://starwarsrp.net/user/7062-ebenezer/[/SIZE] | Jun Nez
[SIZE=10.5pt]Enemies: [/SIZE][SIZE=10.5pt]Anija Ordohttp://starwarsrp.net/user/3628-anija-ordo/[/SIZE] | Graad Hokan | Darth Wyrrlok VI | Chaos Maxtor | Verz Horak | Briika Detta
[SIZE=10.5pt]Gear:[/SIZE][SIZE=10.5pt] Sexy good looks, Sonomax Sonic Pistol, purple lightsaber, jungle variant of Armor[/SIZE]


How again, did she get involved in this bit of work? Token was… she liked the water. Why was she here? In a mountain? Did she look like a fething dwarf? No. She was a woman, a woman who loved the beach. She was a part of the Blue Coral Divers clan. DIVERS, like water, for Skywalker’s sake! She really liked using Luke Skywalker’s name in vain. Wasn’t that like… a commandment somewhere? She thought it might be.

Kind of like it was really stupid to make mountain bases this fething deep. That was a lot of running. Maybe the Kel Dor had the right idea, jumping down the shaft like that. Mmm. Shaft. It got them either dead, or like… not having to run. There were only a few activities Token liked to do that made her sweat. One was dance.

And she didn’t like running. She felt like she was heavy. This was what it felt like to wear Beskar armor that she might’ve stolen under her Primeval armor.

Wouldn’t that be the life.

Oh great. Look!

A cave in.

Fiddlesticks.

Token Waters had approached the cave in. And well, at least part of it was… She could squeeze through there, totally.

The blonde bit her lip and looked around. Right, she was trailing everyone. Slow poke.

Anyway, the blonde worked on climbing through the rubble. Lucky for her, she was pretty petite, and there would be no fan service description of any female body part getting all smushed because of the rubble. Sorry.

“Did you guys... people... things that really don't claim a gender... whatever know there was a cave in?” She called to really, no one in particular on her team, as she kept going. Oh, look, detention blocks.

Was she really that kind of useless? Put her in the water and she’d prove she wasn’t.

 

[Jun Nez]

Objective C
Location: Inside Mount Tanis [MAP]
Allies: [member="Ebenezer"] | [member="Laguz Vald"] | [member="Token Waters"]
Enemies: [member="Anija Ordo"] | [member="Graad Hokan"] | [member="Darth Wyrrlok VI"] | [member="Chaos Maxtor"] | [member="Verz Horak"] | [member="Briika Detta"]
Gear: Personal Armour | Z-6 rotary blaster cannon

https://youtube.com/Mm3XnIcUvlA?t=7m

It was a horrific sight watching the sniper change from blob to felacatian. He didn't have time to respond to the wink before the sniper was off again. Jun Nez found himself at a disadvantage yet again. What would be the fastest way down he thought as he began looking around. That's when he saw it, that piece of metal from the wall and he got a bright idea. *Duuum duuum duuum* the drums went as he grabbed the piece of metal, jumped onto it and turned on his magnetic boots. He then began sliding down the staircase, trying to hold his balance. He just barely managed to shift his weight around enough to make it down the stairwell. As he came closer to the bottom he drums began speeding, he then realized the doors at the bottom of the stairwell would be closed. But to his surprise they were shredded open by the sniper in its cat-form. He flew out the door and halfway into the red-lighted detention block. As he still had speed, he he disabled his boots and prepared to launch off his makeshift skateboard. As he was flying through the air, his scanners went crazy. "Oh my kark, Laguz, disable the bomb NOW, it has begun powering up different systems." he yelled at the sniper through his comms. He was already running as he landed and began sprinting towards the objective. He felt a sudden surge of energy as, unknown to him, the force empowered him. Soon he was running faster than he had ever done before. As he got closer to the scanner he began scanning the bomb itself. "It's powered by a central battery, it's ionizing its positrons. " He uttered a he got ever closer, the doors were no big deal, as they all had been shredded open by the powerful claws of the sniper. He continued scanning the bomb as he reached the top of the stairwell leading down to the bomb. "It's a bomb of old design, it wasn't put here by the Mandos that's for sure. It appears the decay tells me it's at least 100 years old." he had begun describing the bomb for the sniper, so it could being disabling the bomb as he got ever closer. "It's a chargebomb, be ready to act, you only have a couple of minutes to disable it when it comes to that.." He had reached the bottom of the stairwell. And were out of breath. He continued to relay specs and information about the bomb as he ran down the last flight of stairs nearing the sniper and the bomb. There was also something else on his scanners, it appeared someone else was close too.

 

[Gorba the Hutt]

Location: Jungle, Objective B
Enemies: [member="Garrus Garon"] | [member="Muad Dib"]
Allies: [member="Damien Daemon"]

Precision and accuracy came with knowledge. The Mandalorian's attack had been calculable, effortlessly so. Mandalorians tended to be that way. Bal'gul had studied their primitive culture long ago. When they found some method of attack they believed worked they stuck to it with ruthless tenacity. This made them predictable and beatable, even by a low-tiered Force User such as Bal'gul. His elementary skill at Force Push was enough, when coupled with vast intellect and foresight, to bat back the incoming grenades.

Just as his as-yet incipient abilities with Form III were advanced enough to allow him to utilize the Way of the Mynock with devastating results.

The upper halves of his limbs pushed off the ground and he propelled himself into the air with the aid of the Force, his amorphous mass hurtling straight toward the plated foe. He spun his blades, their lengths glowing and humming until the air around him filled with verdant striations. The saber dervish intercepted the oppugner's bullets, vaporizing them in a cascade of molten sparks. Several slipped through, lapses in Bal'gul's developing precognition. Some skimmed along his flesh, leaving stinging lines, while others punched through his blob-like form. None hit arteries or organs and none did enough muscle-tissue damage to render him immobile. The pain blasted through his senses, yet - as with many Dark Siders - Bal'gul used the pain as fuel for his power.

Many simpletons linked that pain to primal feelings of rage. But Bal'gul was no barbarian. To him, pain was a catalyst for learning, though it did feed a style of hatred; a loathing of ignorance. The sort of ignorance that caused his pain: absence of adequate intellect. Mainly, his own. Thus, he plugged the agony of the bullets ripping through his body into his vendetta against all nescience.

The battered being landed directly in front of the Mandalorian, lightsabers still humming at a pace so swift that it seemed to bely all sense of cohesion to the naked eye. One of the sabers broke out of the formation in a thrust aimed to skim along the Mandalorian's right knee. The tentacle then twisted wildly, curving in a way that would bring the lightsaber behind the knee and hold it horizontally. Then Bal'gul dragged the lightsaber back toward himself, which would - or should - have the effect of hamstringing the beskar-bound neanderthal. At the sometime, a second blade stole from the swirl of sabers in a crude hack meant to lop off the front end of the slug thrower the Mandalorian was using. Both counter-attacks were done with blinding speed.

Bal'gul might not be able to move on land at much more than a jogging pace, but the same could not be said for his tactile appendages.

 

[Garrus Garon]

Location: Wayland, Jungles
Objective B
Enemies: [member="Bal'gul"] (Primary) , [member="Damien Daemon"] (Secondary. Aware of, kind of)
Allies: [member="Muad Dib"]

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...the Vornskr Mark 8 fired, Bal'gul launched himself through the air with a surprising amount of agility Garrus could only imagine was aided by the force and the Mandalorian planted himself as though he were preparing for an onslaught of epic proportions. No doubt he wagered Bal'gul would think him a fool as he landed there in front of Garrus with lightsabers whirling in a blinding display that seemed almost mesmerizing. Credit where it's due that would have looked quite spectacular. Of course after he'd fired the Vronskr Mark 8 and Bal'gul had propelled himself through the air the Mandalorian wasn't about to simply stand there and wait for him to land...

...no Garrus wagered he could get off at least one more shot, all it took was just a squeeze of the trigger, causing the Scattergun to belch forth a cloud of durasteel pellets from what was a much closer distance. Nonetheless that would be the last shot. The Lightsabers shot in. The barrel of the Scattergun was lopped off rendering the weapon useless. Blinding speed meant it was difficult to follow all the movements but Garrus would snap his right knee into an outwards angle causing Bal'guls lightsaber to skim off the armor plate instead of across the side. The impact still wobbled Garrus but there was more to it than that...

...up until now Garrus had kept several of his armors properties relatively secret, inactive, however as the lightsaber skimmed across Garrus knee he activated a system integrated into his armor. A flash of swirling, iridescent, light surrounded the Mandalorians armor at every angle as his personal deflector shield came online. A Ray Shield to be exact which provided protection against energy based attacks such as lasers and lightsaber. Bal'gul would quickly find that while his tentacle could wrap around Garrus his lightsaber would be deflect harmlessly away. Nonetheless Garrus was without his scattergun now and he had been shaken by that initial blow across the plat of his knee...

...it was now, here, as the personal shield activated that Garrus initiated a deadly gambit for both of them. The Micro Grenade Launcher on his left arm fired, spewing out the last of the four Incendiary Grenades loaded into it, directly at Bal'gul at what was an incredibly close distance. The Mandalorian expected a counter. Maybe Bal'gul would force push the grenade back into him if he was capable of doing such with so impossibly little time. Maybe he would strike the grenade with one of his lightsabers. There were many options. Regardless the Incendiary Grenade would explode and though the burst was small compared to a fragmentation grenade it would likely have been enough to blow the both of them apart. Separating them. Worse though the chemical spray would have ignited anything it came into contact with and chances were it would contact both of them. Garrus liked the odds of having his armor lit on fire more than he did bareskin or flesh or whatever was covering Bal'gul...​

 

[Muad Dib]

Objective: B/2
Location: Jungle
Allies: Mandalorians, [member="Garrus Garon"]
Enemies: Primeval, [member="Damien Daemon"] , [member="Bal'gul"]
Gear: Two lightsabers, one light foil, curved skinning knife (missing), Night ops armor (destroyed), E-11 (destroyed), bandolier of explosives and grenades

The fires raged from many different locations and sources. Force pyrokinesis (on several times) , explosions from grenades (both fragmentation and incendiary) , and the force lightning from previously had crafted an impressive blaze that consumed their battleground. Flames flickered and danced in the air making the ability to breathe difficult as it hungrily fed on the available oxygen. Smoke clogged the lungs and created both a layer of floating ash and a swirling fog of smoke that rendered visibility a hardship for more then a few meters.

As Daemos was struck and dropped to a knee Muad attempted to tap into the force. Pain from a slice and two stab wounds in his left leg, a multitude of bruising, pain from raw nerves, a pierced chest, a lung that felt like a deflated wet balloon, cracked flesh, and pain in his gut was nearly overwhelming when combined. The wash of pain in his body was nearly dehabilitating. But a Sith learned to harness the pain, embrace it, use it to focus mind and body. In conjecture with an unstable and mad mind that actually enjoyed pain as well as a stubborn streak that refused to give up until everything possible had been used and Muad was able to retain consciousness and a modicum of control.

The force seeped into his body easing aches and pains, refreshing torn, damaged muscle tissue just enough to help clear his agony clouded mind. Gripping Daemos' beskar chest plate, which Daemos had removed earlier and the wave of force destruction had slid next to him, Muad braced it on the ground so he could use it to rise from his knees as a phoenix rises from the ashes.

But even as he readied to stand he saw the slow rise of Daemos' hate filled gaze as well as felt the swirling darkside energy being pulled upon and focused it stayed Muad's attempt to stand. Then a blast of force lightning, a powerful display, erupted from Daemos lashing out in Muad's general direction. On his knees he brought up the chest plate, which met the force lightning head on. The beskar armor withstood the wash of energy even as the plasma from the lightning super heated the armor, which held under the onslaught, while also igniting even more fires around them.

Even with the protection of the beskar armor chest piece Muad still felt the energy run through his hands and into his body. Even as he felt new pain erupt in his body he was able to absorb a bit of the lightning into his nearly diminished reserve bolstering Muad a little bit. The brunt of the blast hit the center of the plate where the droid brain that helped to control the systems in Daemos' armor were affected one would think, possibly either shorting out the systems in his suit or conceivably activating all of them simultaneously.

Even as all of the power and focus in Daemos were directed at destroying the Mad Knight of Mandalore, Muad released the beskar chest plate with one hand while using his forearm of the hand still gripping the plate so he could unlatch the bandolier from around his chest and toss it up into the air with a lazy arc. Then both hands gripped the beskar armor chest plate and he tried to scrunch as much of his body behind it as the bandolier passed the middle point between the two combatants and came within a meter or two of Daemos as it dropped right into the rage of the force lightning.

The plasma and electricity bursting from Daemos activated and set off the grenades and explosives hooked to the bandolier chest piece. As they were activated they instantly were set off, the explosives detonating in a giant wall of flame and concussive blast which struck out while the frag grenades erupted adding to the destruction as well as a veritable wall of fragmentation shards which looked to pierce both bodies, even if they were right upon Daemos.

The wave from the sheer blast hit Muad behind the shield, raising him off his knees and launching him meters backwards where he hit the ground in a flopping roll. Shards from the frag grenades peppered his body adding to the agony and abuse Muad had endured thus far. Nearly hidden in the smoke, again, Muad placed the smoking chest plate upon the ground and used it to push to his knees, wincing from his injuries in the process, to finally stand on his legs. His right held the majority of his weight as he bit his lip almost through to keep control of his battle worn body. His left hand gripped the beskar chest plate as his right hand ignited his lightsaber.

 

[Ebenezer]

Location: Mount Tantiss maze
Objective C: Run the maze!
Allies: @Lagz Vald | Jun Nez | Token Waters
Enemies: Anija Ordo | Nandiach_Ankah | Graad Hokan | Darth Wyrrlok VI | Briika Detta | Chaos Maxtor | A'den Shereshoy

Rubble

Feth

Rubble

But alas, that is all that stood in his way. It wasn't because this would be particularly hard to get over, but because he wouldn't be able to keep on to his boot through the way there, because that boot was

his home. Imagine that one time that you were taking your house along, but suddenly had to leave it for some vagrant reason. Nature was indeed rude, or the error of man not being able to build things to

last even six years. Still it didn't matter, because one of his team mates was right behind him. He could trust her to carry a boot through with her, right? Well, he really didn't know, but he doubted that

there would be much trouble coming back up this way if they survived this.



And with that his illusion was gone for an onlookers and his amphistaff fell to the floor. The mollusc crawled out of its boot and on to the cool floor, his sinewy legs making an eery scuttling sound often

attributed toinsects until he climbed on to the back of the amphistaff. The croke formed an illusory arm around himself and pointed the hand forward, signalling the amphistaff to go, well, forward, which

also meant through the rubble. But, it seemed, that the dancer was not far behind as she quickly began to scale the rocks before he even got to them. Such was life. Using the force to throw the boot over

the pile of rubble he then proceededto ride the serpentine mount through the pile.

 

[Gorba the Hutt]

Location: Jungle, Objective B
Enemies: [member="Garrus Garon"] | [member="Muad Dib"]
Allies: [member="Damien Daemon"]

The fated attack was not to be, for Bal'gul's arms numbered more than three. His tentacles contorted into impossible angles for humanoids, once again shielding him from the damage of the pellets. Their smaller spread pattern meant he was able to block a majority of them without requiring advanced premonitory senses to pinpoint the exact location of each individual pellet. His next stroke severed the scattergun in twain.

Despite the evasion of further harm, Bal'gul's situation was growing increasingly dire. Revelation of a ray shield was followed quickly by the leveling of a micro grenade launcher in his general vicinity. Bal'gul reacted in tandem with the rush of danger sense that tingled all across his body, since he didn't have a spine. This tidbit was actually quite important to what followed. As Bal'gul was an invertebrate his body was quite malleable. So malleable, in fact, that cephalopods like him could commonly contort their bodies into odd shapes, or flatten them like pancakes, which is precisely what he did.

Bal'gul deflated, his elastic body sagging enough that when the micro grenade thumped out it whooshed over his head and exploded several meters away. Tongues of flame licked at his rear tentacles, cooking the leathery, moist skin, and his rear-facing eyes received the full brilliance of the danger-close explosion, blinding them. With a muffled cry, Bal'gul inflated, listing to one side as agony seared through his body.

All of the lightsabers facing the Mandalorian struck in unison, hammering at every reachable inch and lacking any sense of cohesion as Bal'gul sought simply to break through his foe's deflector shield. The deflector shield would likely fail beneath two or more strikes. The energy imparted from a lightsaber blow was vast and tended to overload or impale whatever it came up against. Only this Mandalorian had double-bagged himself. Hardly fair.

Once he was finished with the shield he would have to deal with the nigh-impenetrable carapace beneath it. All the while, Bal'gul's bloodied, burned and shrapnel riddled body would have to keep up the assault at close range or risk being returned to oblivion.

 

[Boethiah]

Location: Some corridor with Mard.
Objective: A - Get distracted by the Redneck Mandalorian.
Allies: [member="Keira Ticon"] | [member="Zambrano the Hutt"] | [member="Boo Chiyo"] | [member="The Dark Man"] | [member="Mard Szaks"] | [member="Taryc Ap'Irae"] | [member="Flannigan Mcnash"] | [member="Cadan Tazi"] | [member="Alkah'Kahtel"]
Enemies: [member="Arrbi Betna"] | [member="Olivia Dem'adas"] | [member="Dariak Talesa"] | [member="Rhodessa"]
Directly Engaging: [member="Vilaz Munin"]
Gear: Armour | Amphistaff

"Left it is, then." Anja decided to agree with Mard's lead.

Heading left down the corridor, the path was rather empty. The sound of weapons being fired could be heard outside, whoever was nearing the base she knew they were her allies... Who exactly and what their plan was she did not know but by the grace of her Gods she believed they would succeed. Not all things go as planned, however. The corridor continued straight on but to her left was a doorway.

Her eyes glared towards Mard, "You'll continue without me." It wasn't a request; she was ordering him. Without waiting for a response she went through the door and stepped outside, troops were running towards the battle outside when she spotted a man who stood out. ([member=Vilaz Munin])

Uncoiling the Amphistaff around her arm she took the serpent in hand, flicking it's whiplike body outward the fanged creature spat venom towards the Mandalorian. If he noticed her soon enough he could probably dodge the spray which would do nothing to his eyes if he had a helmet to protect them. If he didn't the spray would blind anyone on contact before the venom seeped through the pores and cut off his blood's oxygen supply. With a snapping sound the serpentine weapon flicked back and coiled itself once again.

Spoiler: OOC

Vilaz and I decided to have some fun on A and duel each other -- likely for the remainder of the invasion.

Spoiler: OOC

Are we doing bets?

 

[Keira Priest]

Location: Outside the fort
Objective:
Allies: [member="Anja Aj'Rou"], [member="Boo Chiyo"], [member="Zambrano the Hutt"], [member="Mard Szaks"], [member="Taryc Ap'Irae"], [member="Flannigan Mcnash"], [member="The Dark Man"], [member="Cadan Tazi"], [member="Alkah'Kahtel"]
Enemies: [member="Vilaz Munin"], [member="Arrbi Betna"], [member="Olivia Dem'adas"], [member="Dariak Talesa"], [member="Rhodessa"]
Gear: Lightsaber
NPC: All dead

Somehow, against all odds, Keira had managed to, well, not die. But once again she was reminded of the battle prowess of the Mandalorians, and why it was best not to cross any of them. And her rational mind would have agreed, had she been possessed of the majority of it. However, now she was more or less intent on seeking out a challenge, in whatever manner it manifested itself. This was where she thrived, and in a sense where she belonged. Combat was where everything made sense, where she was able to push away whatever thoughts plagued her and simply exist. Perhaps not a healthy mindset, but nothing about her had been remotely normal in years. Not since The Primeval.

Blood still ran from the wound on her side, its flow having slowed considerably, though the pain was still present, a dull ache until she moved too quickly. It sufficed to keep her grounded despite the shell-shock that still vaguely pursued her. It was a funny thing, that even someone so seemingly adjusted to combat was still able to be affected by something so supposedly mundane. Dried blood trailed down the side of her head, dirt and grime having soiled her appearance. Boring. Despite the number of assaults, no direct contact had been made, and because of that she was impatient. It caused things to become monotonous.

Reaching out with her senses she exhaled slowly, touching on two familiar presences. One of Anja herself, the other a Mandalorian she had encountered years previous, when she still claimed the mantle of Red Raven. Both weren't exactly welcome, but it gave her something to focus on, establishing that degree of concentration. With an agonizing slowness she began to walk, altering her path to convene with that of the witch and the warrior. The orange blade that had condemned her previously still remained stubbornly within her grasp, its steady hum the only constant. Give me something.

The familiar beskar-clad figure of the man came into sight, with Anja standing nearby. When words finally found her lips her voice was slightly raspy. "Need some help?"

Spoiler

Excuse my horrible attempt at jumping back in. Anja asked me if I wanted to duel Vilaz as well...of course I said yes.

 

[Anija Betna]

Location: Wayland; Mining Platform - Mt. Tantiss Complex Tunnels - Base of Core --->>> Bomb Location
Objective: Maze Runner [Objective 3]
Allies: [member="Graad Hokan"] | [member="Darth Wyrrlok VI"] | [member="Verz Horak"] | [member="Briika Detta"] | [member="Chaos Maxtor"] | [member="A'den Shereshoy"]
Enemies: [member="Laguz Vald"] | [member="Ebenezer"] | [member="Jun Nez"] | [member="Token Waters"]
Gear:

Spoiler

Voxyn Mk I Beskar’gam x1
Strill Claw Beskad x1
Mandalorian Ripper Mk II Slugthower Pistols x2

MAP:

Spoiler

[media]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jIxas0a-KgM[/media]​

As Anija was continuing to move the lift downward, her comm warbled, and for a moment, her concentration faltered. She didn't have the time for this! But Verz's comment drew her up short mentally. <Take my Bes'uliik. It will get you there faster....There is a booster ability on the engines... here is how you use it....> She quickly outlined the concept (check the bes'uliik sub link in my sig). She knew her comments were terse, and might be interpreted as rude. But right now, she didn't have time to apologize for it. After she cut the comm, she gave quick instructions to ANNE. Up on the surface, near Verz's current position, Anija's bes'uliik decloaked, and there was a hiss of pneumatic as the canopy raised slowly. For now, Anija left an open Comm to Verz, and instructed ANNE to mute her audio pickup. This allowed ANNE and Verz to converse without further distracting Anija from her task.

Back in the lift, Anija swore. The elevator had dropped several meters and stopped again. Fortunately, neither her nor her companion (Wyyrlock) were hurt. She'd heard Graad's voice on the comm, and grinned as she remembered what he'd said they were going to do. It was risky, Jare'la. But it was doable. Frowning, Anija studied the map and the blinking orange indicators on the map overlay. They had reached the bottom of the shaft quicker than she'd thought. Turning to Zhaerack, Anija muttered an apology and then briefly outlined what had happened, and made sure ANNE transferred him a copy of the map and kept it updated with their locations.

Here goes the craziest plan ever.... she thought to herself as she used the plasma torch in her right gauntlet to cut a hole in the lift floor. Carefully, she lifted the metal out, and set it aside. "Follow as quickly as you can. And be prepared for anything..." Having said that, she took a deep breath and dropped through the hole. The drop was shorter than she'd expected. Reaching into the Force, she used it to slow her fall slightly, allowing her to land and roll back to her feet. Then she took off. The floor beneether her feet shifted slightly from an aftershock, and Anija stumbled for a moment as she ran down the short hallway to the next lift shaft.

When she reached it, Anija took a few deep breaths and reached into the Force again. She didn't have a jetpack, but with the Force, she didn't need one. She stood on the precipice of the final lift shaft and just breathed. Adrenaline coursed through her veins, and she could feel her pulse pounding in her temples. Another deep breath, and then another. And then she leaped. Perhaps she was Jare'la herself... but right now, she didn't care. All she cared about was the mission. And completing it.

The leap drove Anija's heart into her throat. this was perhaps one of the craziest things she'd ever done. Right up with almost piloting them into The Wheel. Air whipped past her visor, and she could hear a faint whistling outside her sealed helmet. ANNE projected an elevation ticker on her HUD, counting down as she reached closer to the bottom The numbers ticked down quickly. When the ticker reached ten meters, it flashed red and Anija exerted herself in the Force. It wasn't easy, and not exactly like other things she'd done in the past. Spreading her hands out facing the ground, she pushed against it with the Force.

As she drew closer to the floor below, Anija swallowed. By this time, she would have reached (and possibly passed Graad and Briika's position - as little more than a purple and black blur. Just before she would have fallen face first to kiss the duracrete floor, Anija felt her Force push taking affect. Her rate of descent slowed, and she tucked up her knees. When she hit the floor, it knocked the wind out of her for a moment or two. Being the Force enhancement specialist that she was, she was able to draw oxygen into her lungs and breathe evenly after another minute or so.

Brushing herself off, she pushed to her feet and sent a quick message to Briika and Graad to follow. As she looked around, she spotted Elgyn's armor and belt. grinning to herself, she rifled through a few of it's holsters and pouches, grabbing what grenades she could find as well as one of the blasters as a backup. And that stim looked rather nice too... And then she took off again. Her muscles were beginning to ache. But she didn't care. Again, she drew on the Force as Ember had shown her. She'd done this kind of thing before, she could again. Her boots scrabbled against the rubble-strewn floor for a second or two and then she was off again, sprinting through the detention blocks. She could sense Elgyn up ahead and grinned.

As she drew closer, she tapped him on the shoulder. At the same time, everyone would feel the ground begin to rumble again. It wasn't as big a quake as before, but it still caused rocks and other rubble to fall from the ceiling and quickly pile up to block the entry way on the bottom of the stairs behind Laguz. This is about to get interesting. Anija thought to herself as she sensed Graad and Briika working to close the distance behind her and Elgyn. It was now that Anija bent over as her exertions caught up with her. For perhaps a minute or so, she just focused on breathing and keeping her senses open as ANNE scanned for any others approaching.

As she rested her hands on her knees, her external audio pickup began to feed her, an odd sound. That of many funny scrabbling feet, and a low rumble that was very different than that of the earthquake. Frowning, she increased the gain on it as it came through her external pickup. The sound grew louder. Whatever it was, it was getting closer.

Perhaps thirty seconds later, the side wall of the bomb chamber exploded inwards. From the hole exploded a writhing mass of small creatures. Each was about .25 to .5 meters tall. Kremlins. The earthquake and it's aftershocks had woken them. The mass of creatures spread out into the chamber, angling towards Laguz, and some towards the Mandos. Behind the collapse, a second group was swiftly closing in on Token and Ebenezer, cutting them off from Laguz and Jun Nez.

 

[Anastasia Rade]

Location: Wayland; Jungles
Objective: B
Allies: Mando's
Enemies: [member="Kiran Vess"]
Gear:

Spoiler

armor, lightsaber, http://starwarsrp.net/topic/10961-mandalorian-ripper-mk-ii/

She never thought that her speciality within the Force would be plant related. Ana had always thought of going towards like lightning or that. This though she was finding to be rather useful so perhaps she was alright with being Poison Ivy until the battlefield wasn't in the forest anymore of course. On Wayland though she didn't have to really worry about that. Ana had him right where she wanted him but than again so did he.

As Ana thought the stick beating didn't last very long but it was rather amusing as it did. Once she heard it break in half Ana threw the stick to the ground. Before she had time to react he had resorted to punching her in the face. The first time she was shocked and than after that her pretty face was getting all bloody and she was beginning to see stars.

Flipped out her reverse besked which luckily was on the workable hand Ana reached to stab him in the back or the side. Honestly she couldn't tell at the moment as her head was spinning. As long as it wasn't herself she was fine. Ana had decided to keep the stabbing till he stopped or she passed out. Ana was either way not going down without a fight.

 

[Garrus Garon]

Location: Wayland, Jungles
Objective B
Enemies: [member="Bal'gul"] (Primary), [member="Damien Daemon"] (He's around. Somewhere)
Allies: [member="Muad Dib"]

​

...being spineless was finally an advantage for someone. No pun intended. Bal'gul had avoided what Garrus had thought to be an almost impossible attack to defend against by literally deflating his body. Don't see that every day. The Incendiary Grenade still exploded, behind Bal'gul, leading to the tentacled monsters charred backside and the pain it was experiencing now and Garrus actually couldn't help but be a little bit grateful. Sure if the grenade had exploded as intended it might have charred the tentacled beast completely but the way it turned out at least the Mandalorian didn't also have to be partially dosed in the chemicals and his armor lit of fire. Small mercies and all that...

...the Mandalorian had a moment to react which he took advantage of. As Bal'gul inflated himself Garrus would begin to shuffle backwards while his right arm came up and reached back over the same shoulder. Taking his Beskad by the hilt Garrus closed his fist tightly around the sword while Bal'gul began his relentless but uncoordinated attack. How many of the lightsaber wielding tentacles were hammering away at the Warrior? Four? Six? Not all of them but enough. Truthfully the ray shield integrated into the Heavy Beskar'gam could absorb a multitude of blows from a lightsaber, a lightsaber maybe even two however four, five, six now all that was a different story completely. Garrus knew this. Nonetheless he waited for his opportunity to strike...

...the backwards motion that Garrus had begun would put some distance between himself and Bal'gul making the creature stretch just a little further if he truly wanted to land a solid blow. The Ray Shield began to flicker and fade, clearly failing, then Garrus would act. As Bal'gul struck with that multitude of blows that hammered in all directions Garrus brought his Beskad up over his right shoulder and down in a powerful hacking motion intended to land as Bal'gul was extending his tentacles for their strikes ensuring it would be more difficult to draw them away. Ideally Garrus wanted to bring the Beskad down over one, maybe two of the tentacles, cleaving into them with enough force to cut them away from the remainder of the monster though Garrus was also careful not to over extend himself ensuring that he couldn't cut a tentacle completely off...

...the mighty cleave occured while Garrus was still backpedaling and also at the same time that the Ray Shield would fail completely. Tactically withdrawing. The Mandalorian was retreating back into the fire caused by the incendiary grenades Bal'gul had batted back into him. By now it would have spread, grown and more flora would be burning. Underneath the Beskar'gam it would start to grow hotter, hotter and beads of sweat appeared almost instantly on Garrus brow. Of course the armor did protect Garrus being burnt, at least initially while the fire heated the armor and the insulation beneath but Bal'gul didn't have any armor, he was flesh and flesh burned but then again he didn't have to follow him...​

 

[Zambrano the Starweird]

Objective: A

Location: Provoking Constructive Carnage at the back lines of his latest Terror Runner Unit.
Allies: Primeval, [member="Anja Aj'Rou"], [member="[/FONT][/SIZE]Ue-‘Kuo-‘Koe’c’cu-Eou"], [member="Boo Chiyo"], [member="The Dark Man"], [member="Keira Ticon"], [member="Mard Szaks"], [member="Cordelia deWinter"], @Anybody else I'm missing
Enemies: Mandalorians, ([member="Vilaz Munin"], [member="Dariak Talesa"]) I'm attacking those bunkers now , [member="Olivia Dem'adas"], [member="Arrbi Betna"], [member="Draco Vereen"], [member="Zathra Fett"], [member="Rhodessa"], @Anybody else I'm missing
Gear: Hover Throne, Dalek Hands, Vaapad Familiar, The Awe and Fear of the Meek and Vulnerable

Unit: Zambrano Terror Runners; A unit full of criminals, captives, and other slaves with the most basic armor, and dysfunctional vibroblades, each one rigged to run away from their Warlord Zambrano the Hutt into enemy lines no matter their level of exhaustion... and explode.

Strength: 30/150, 570 K.I.A.
Wave: 4
Objective: A
Location: Detonating the bunkers in utter terror of the body horror that Zambrano assaulted them with both physically and mentally in an awesome show of growing strength, prior to his slow passing into unconsciousness.
Controller: Zambrano the Hutt

Behold, a frozen wasteland begins to melt across a desolated minefield... an uneven plain by which dozens of soldiers may cross in short order. No longer where the roads necessary, the hundreds of square feet of carbonite more than enough to present a clear path from the treeline directly to the forts. It would take only several dozens of seconds to sprint across the uneven terrain, with small indents where the razor wire fences used to be before the napalm, and only a few burning flames here and there across the barren land. It was a beautiful sight to behold, just the next wave arrived in their cages, just outside their newest zone in which to terrorize. There was at least one bunker system that had locked itself away to protect itself from burning, with a particle shield that had been up since. It would be soon now, when the remaining soldiers within would be extinguished along with the flames... along with any other bunkers bearing soldiers.

Over a hundred screams echoed out into the battlefield, adding to the holy din of warfare, as the slaves held sight over the hulking beast that was Zambrano, whose sunken violet eyes of calm satisfaction and pleasure, turned to witness the screaming slave brigade. Suddenly, the eyes of the monster opened, cracking with red bloodlust, they widened, and were etched with an orange blaze of fury, they nearly popped out of his skull as the rising screams now were rivalled by the unholy roar that escaped the the maw of the hungered monster, who realized this to be the final charge. The eyes... turned utterly black in matching with his heart, and the living incarnation of midnight and mayhem etched through the air a thousand tendrils of night, ash, and oil, spreading over the group of truly frightened beings, tapping into that fear to the deepest portions of their hearts. Black liquid poured out of the nostrils of the Hutt, his whole body quivering at the might his mind was about to unleash on these pour souls.

The unholy roar that escaped his lips, that terrible screech, threatened to shake the diseased flesh apart, and in the tensing muscles of the monster that commanded their terror filled hearts, the tendrils that bound his hands together began to pull apart from the regenerating bones beneath. Tiny, spindly, fragile bones emerged from the flesh that spread about from his hands, as they reached out towards his prey and oil seemed to leak from every orifice of his maggot like body. Vibrating with a terrifying fury, his mind extended with such a magnitude of pain it threatened to exhaust him totally, but something else... something from within him consumed him totally... over road the normal rules of his own existence and lent its aid to the beast that now presently sat within his throne of thorns and corpses. His whole body darkened to that midnight pitch and seemed to pull itself apart into a visage of nightmares, doubling, tripling the screams of the unfortunate beings before him... filling their heads with his own dramatic fear of arachnids creatures, infesting their bodies with dreaded flesh eating insects, and manifesting his being as the most dreaded being he could imagine.

A radiating darkness of fear and paranoia overwhelmed the mass of people with an unstoppable need to run, that no cybernetic system in the galaxy could possibly hope to match for sheer motivation. The hypnotizing awful roaring glare of Zambrano the Hutt penetrated totally through any residual defenses any of the beings had, and took command from them totally. They were his now, and his alone. Overwhelming injury and possibly even death would not stop these souls from attempting to run as fast as they could, as far as they could, for as long as they could, beyond their physical limitations.

The cages could hardly contain them from the enchantment Zambrano placed on them in his own unpredictable massive potential in the force, untapped in decades, until now. The cages released them as fast as they could, before the slaves killed themselves on it in their mad charge of the fort. Soon, Zambrano was lost somewhere within the scramble as over a hundred terrified people ran triply motivated through technology, psychology and the force itself to do nothing but run. Run and scream. Run and scream and die.

Dozens and dozens and dozens of bombers effortlessly ran across the barren wasteland, and threw themselves at the bunkers, some of them falling to reactionary weapons fire, but the vast majority striking home, and being detonated upon reaching the bunkers. It was unlikely the shields would hold up after a few charging maniacs, and the unshielded bunkers would taste the wrath of horror on their weapons and men. It was likely, soon they would be assaulted by the infamous mythosaur, but it was likely to be all too late to stop this terrible, awful, charge of complete terror and carnage. This assault of utter profanity.

The monster began to slink back into himself, as the charge passed him, and slowly, darkness began to creep at the edge of his eyes as the corrupting influence from within began to wither his flesh, glorious nightmares would soon overwhelm him upon the arrival asleep soon coming, and it would be beautiful.

He smiled.

 

[Grrwunhoooll Agaburry]

Location: Outside the Fort, Behind the Enemy.
Allies: Mando! - Olivia Dem'adas
Enemies: Primeval - Ka-Aver (<-- Main Target) Alkah'Kahtel Cadan Tazi Flannigan Mcnash
Objective: Two warriors battle!

Gear:
Dark-Devil Helm ( Head ) - Condition: Fine and dandy.
CEAS-Final Cybernetic Armor Suit ( Armor) - Condition: Ruined, though some plates still remain on Keze's body.
Mk.I Convergence Rifle ( in hands) - Condition: Ruined.
Bone Crusher ( Back ) - Condition: Usable and abuse-able.
Convergence Pistol Sidearm ( holstered on side) - Condition: Ruined
Ray Shield Grenade x3 - Condition: Damaged but usable.
Bandoliers of Ammo - Condition: Ruined

A small cloud of air spouted from Kezeroths nose as he made moved his right newly regenerated arm around. He could not make a fist with it yet but it was better than having just one arm. With the Chaos and Fear heavy in the area like a fog of sorts he would easily regain focus and strength if given the time. It seemed the MIFV Turrets were for the most part without direction and their accuracy was well...off. Slamming his power hammer on the ground the behemoth Gen'dai screamed. " YOU THINK YOU CAN BEST ME!" Stomping around his subconscious hate and anger began to manifest and rattle the debris around him and in the area.

[member="Ka-Aver"] the assumed commander finally showing his face crawled out of some wreckage. Kezeroth glanced at him as he displayed honor by not fleeing and grabbing a weapon to continue battle. Respect was earned for the Weequay this day. Few would choose to face a Gen'dai is melee combat, this Weequay was either crazy or determined to win. As he pointed his war glaive Kezeroth smirked wide.

"Zo... you wanna danze... "

" I will give you a Warriors death! Now prepare yourself Weequay!" he stated and walked to the side slightly, He was forced to continue moving since he was outnumbered still. The glow of his red eyes died down as Force Rage subsided. He would move slower till he could recover. His thoughts dwelled on his recovery, their needed to be more. More Chaos! More the merrier, the hunger would never truly go away. Starting in a light Jog the Gen'dai began his approach toward [member="Ka-Aver"], Raising Bone Crusher he aimed to slam the weapon down in a sweeping motion to throw him off balance or knock him down.

Ending the battle quickly would in the beats best interests, the familar force sensation had gotten stronger meaning he was closer to who he seeked.

 

[Darth Vazela]

Objective A - Holding the perimeter outside the fort.

Location: Outside the fort
Allies: The Primeval | Ka-Aver
Enemies: The Mandalorians | [member="Kezeroth the Beholder"] |

~​

[flash]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Fg356tRBMoc[/flash]

~

[member="Kezeroth the Beholder"] | [member="Ka-Aver"]


Zambrano the Hutt and the destruction that he brought with him paved the way for another to begin his ascension, for Kezeroth the Beholder was a predator among men, hunting down the Primeval until the last prey stood in defiance to him and the purge that he would bring upon the Mandalorian Wayland, ridding it of the ghosts from the unknown. Yet the challenge that was to come would answer the beasts unrelenting thirst for vengeance. The carbonite cleared, the path now clear; and with his yellow, predatory eyes Vilox Pazela beheld his enemy with a fury that would become his match.

Lifting a hand to wave across the plains, the Dark Master emerged only meters away from Kezeroth; and with his icy, cold glare the beast would be forgiven if he felt a disturbance in the Force, given by the imminent danger he now felt. Raising his hands to the cowl of his robe, Pazela lowered it onto his back, immersing himself in the dark side of the Force. Within moments of his declaration- intent to attack and slay the beast that would stop the Host Lord and her unrelenting crusade- the Dark Jedi's technique was cast. Kezeroth would feel a slight, cold chill run up his neck and then... Nothing else. The battle around them was still being waged; the beings that he had torn throughout the battle laid at his feet; and the man that dared challenge him stood open, as if to offer himself as sacrifice to him.

"Come Kezeroth. Our dance has been in the making for years. I will bathe the stars in your blood; and with your fall, I will christen a new age where we ghosts of the Primeval shall rule the galaxy." Parting his arms to the side, puffing his chest up, Pazela fell silent as he waited for what was to come.

 

[Kurt Meyer]

Location: B, Jungles
Allies: Primeval, Laguz Vald (On Communicator)
Enemies: [member="Anastasia Rade"]
Gear: Signature

He didn't feel the blade plunge into his lower abdomen. He didn't feel the blade stabbing into his flesh and cutting into his liver. He didn't feel it sitting there holding the blood in place, all he felt was heat in his side and agony pouring through his body. His teeth chomped down on the tip of his tongue, severing it, his hand, whether broken or not reached back and grasped her wrist.

Kiran's fingers became a vice, holding the girls hand around the blade of her knife, pressing her fingers down and holding her blade inside of him with all of his strength.

Then he wheeled back, his arms flexing one last time as he delivered a single solitary punch directly into the bridge of her nose.

His gauntlet covered hand would seek to break the bone, shatter her face, and finally bring the woman into the waiting hands of unconsciousness.