The Pit of Neimoidia (PM for Invite)

[Darth Ophidia]

As Ophidia and [member="Xavka Duquo"]'s eyes met, the Rattataki showed no sign of recognition or emotion. If anything, she looked a bit bored. She maintained her charade of mundanity and sharp eye on the public, noting what she could from the people among her. Stepping out of her corner, she looked down into the pit, observing the two fighters as they charged at each other. Was that a Yuzhan Vong he was fighting? They were quite the nasty opponents. Deep inside her, she wondered how she would fare against one herself. Her force-tricks would be naught. It would be an interesting fight, surely.

Swiping a bottle from a the pocket of a trandoshian's jacket, she took a mock-gulp. Ophidia did not actually drink, but quite convincingly made it look like she did. She washed her mouth with the liquid and spat it back into the bottle, giving her the proper breath. What little alcohol got into her system, she could burn off with the Force if she needed to. When she looked properly drunk, the Rattataki stumbled through the crowd towards the edge to get a closer look at the action.

She was blocked from the rim by two Gamorreans who were already competing for the space. No doubt they were there for the other main attraction: Groog the Gruesome. She considered getting the two of them to fight, but found it better to simply sneak past them. Looking behind her, she noticed the Trandoshian was looking for his booze. So she slipped the bottle half-way into one of the Gamorreans' back-pockets as she slipped past them

 

[Antoir Setrrin]

Lower Stands, Near the Restrooms...

Spoiler: EQUIPMENT

ARMOR:

Spoiler: EQUIPMENT

• x1: Bodo Baas Gunbelt
• x1: Sasori Bodyglove
• x1: Revenant Armor
• x1: Exemplar Shielding Unit

GRENADES:

• x2: CryoBan Grenade
• x1: EMP Grenade

BLASTERS:

• x1: Ven's Custom Shotgun
• x1: Dissuader KD-30

MELEE:

• x1: Vibro Electro Blade, Vibro Half
• x1: Standard Silver Dual-Phase Lightsaber

OTHER:

• x3: AP Rounds
• x1: Guardian Sithspawn Body

I hate the Vong. That was all Ven could think about as she watched the Dragon enter the arena. Her gaze never left the beast, even as her own ally made his moves. Vong weren't that hard to deal with if you knew how to take care of them. But they had caused the Mad Merc an immense amount of strife over the years. Recently, at Contruum, she faced their find again. And while it had been a Sith who had cut her stomach open, they had struck at her as well. And as she watched the monster a hate burned within her. It was an anger built by old flames. Fire, however, could last for a long time. The inferno within her had lasted for decades.

If it wasn't for the tug at her cloak, she would have been lost in her thoughts for much longer.

"Hey, Doscha, I gotta use the can. The fight's just starting, so I doubt we'll miss much," her 'client' said. Without waiting for her to reply he stood up and starting making his way down the row. Considering this her opportunity to get closer to the inner arena, she did not hesitate whatsoever in following him. Together they made their way down a flight of steps, around a few rows of seats, and finally into the area behind the stands. It didn't take long, really. By the time [member="Mantic Dorn"] made the call for action, Ven had reached the restrooms. For a moment she paused, frowning slightly. "Stay here, Doscha. I'll just be a minute."

The client vanished into the room, and she saw her chance. Quietly the Mad Merc started to walk away. She let the cloak fall from her shoulders, revealing her still damaged Revenant armor. There had only been time for some repairs. That did not bother her in the slightest. It would be her skill that would lead her to victory on that day. This was what she told herself as she started towards the arena. One hand went for her Dissuader, the other pulling out her lightsaber. They won't see me coming.

With a scowl befitting a madman she stepped into the lower stands, still in the shadows.

{[member="Shmi Labooda"] | [member="Xavka Duquo"] | [member="Darth Ophidia"] | [member="Six-O"] | [member="Kur-gal Kwaad"] | [member="Jaccer Ramirez"] | [member="First Daughter"] | [member="Sera Inkari"] | [member="Bix Slisia"] | [member="Barrien Siegfried"]}​

{I will be making an attack in my next post. For now Ven is still hidden (ish) in the shadows.}​

 

[Kur-gal Kwaad]

His feet beat against the cold soil of the arena, sending dust and dirt flying as long strides closed the distance between the two combatants. As if the man had already realized the inevitable would come, he rushed forth to meet his doom, eager to meet his blade.

And then he leapt, all grace and strength as he departed from solid ground and towards the lofty goal of the head of the beast… but it was the head of the beast, and there was a rather large sword standing in the path towards that goal.

A sword the Dragon manipulated into a raised guard with little more than a flex of his arm, feeling the bloodlust of the tsaisi magnus flow through him in palpable waves. The blade craved blood, its edge weeping with potent poison that would soon enter his opponent's veins as the man willingly landed on the glistening edge of the weapon.

Departing from ground and its stabilizing presence was a dangerous practice in combat, as it opened the attacker to many venues of riposte that they had no purchase to avoid. Where one would sidestep or roll out of the way otherwise, the air left no such opportunities to exploit. With nothing solid to latch on to, an attacker was left flying to the mercy of momentum and gravity, to take them towards their chosen destination.

Kur-gal never paused in his stride as he trampled onward, poised to split the infidel from heel to knee as the man willingly fell on his blade.

[member="Barrien Siegfried"] | [member="Darth Ophidia"] | [member="Xavka Duquo"] | [member="Bix Slisia"] | [member="Shmi Labooda"] | [member="Ven'Rain Sekairo"] | [member="Mantic Dorn"] | [member="Six-O"] | [member="Aston Jacobs"] | [member="Sera Inkari"] | [member="First Daughter"] | [member="Jaccer Ramirez"]​

 

[Eldaah Aderyn]

Gear: Lightsaber Armor

How fascinating to watch this particular Jedi fight a Yuuzhan Vong, it was truly educational to view. She was by no means sitting on the edge of her seat or roaring with the crowd as the fight took place, but she was invested in the scene regardless. That was when an armored figure started making their way down to the lower stands, trying to not stick out like a sore thumb and staying in shadow ... interesting. Hard to do when in armor though.

Getting up herself with a stretch, she slid along the row of seats she was in and eventually pushed her way out onto the steps. They were lurking in the shadows ... perhaps they just wanted an unobstructed view of the fight or maybe they were here to guard someone and told to find a seat quietly. Or some other business perhaps. Her probe droids were still lurking about the place, but she set them to notify her only if detecting something untoward. She wanted a chat with this armored being.

[member="Kur-gal Kwaad"] [member="Ven'Rain Sekairo"] [member="Darth Ophidia"] [member="Shmi Labooda"] [member="Bix Slisia"] [member="Mantic Dorn"] [member="Six-O"] [member="Barrien Siegfried"] [member="Xavka Duquo"] [member="Aston Jacobs"] [member="Sera Inkari"] [member="Jaccer Ramirez"]

 

[Aston Jacobs]

"Stop it!" Aston said as he hit his co pilot on the shoulder simply because he was shaking his shoulders roughly as the caravan was just 30 yards away from making it towards the entrance. The Jedi Padawan rubbed his hands together slightly nervous, but perhaps he was just hoping there wasn't any unexpected roadblocks in this whole schemed.

"Trigger is armed and ready, Aston." His copilot said as it neared location ever closer. The Jedi took a deep breath as he sat down in the seat and his fingers hovered over the red button.

"It's stopped." Aston exclaimed as the entrance was just ahead. Armed security it seemed was pushing through and checking to see what it actually was, the less security that were out of the picture, the better. He just wasn't sure if the mere presence of these crates were going to draw any high ranking officials out. He hoped this would at least.

"The area seems clear, save the security personal around the crates Aston."

"Good...." Aston said with a grim smile. "Forgive me." Aston said as he pressed down on the red button and, around the crates a slow rate of beeping could be heard that quickly increased followed by an explosion within each crates, debris and pure energy would erupt from the area. The distraction was done, he just hoped it worked as it was expected too. "The decoy has been enacted, may the force be with us." Aston said through his comlink to his allies.

[member="Kur-gal Kwaad"] [member="Ven'Rain Sekairo"] [member="Darth Ophidia"] [member="Shmi Labooda"] [member="Bix Slisia"] [member="Mantic Dorn"] [member="Six-O"] [member="Barrien Siegfried"] [member="Xavka Duquo"] [member="Sera Inkari"] [member="Jaccer Ramirez"]

 

[Six-O]

[youtube]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6N7X7zLQhAo[/youtube]

Enervated, body drooping with repulsive weakness. The girl from the cage, ruined and imbrued in the gore of torment wrought by the eerily nonvocal droid staggered on, legs exhausted, knees barely able to hold her. Two guards held her weight afloat by the thin, filthy arms that shook and trembled.

"Mmhnph. . . " the protest was unintelligible, and wet with blood and distracted tongue that slithered over broken teeth and torn gum.

Her bare feet padded the duracrete with reticent slap as she continued onward towards inevitable death, carried by her captors, with Six-O and Vhuul Zhaalb behind. The Droid, still wielding his device of annihilation thirsted to bludgeon her further. To pummel and baton her insignificant sense of self in to nonexistence.

But by his calculation, the termination of her organic ego would suffer far more greatly being fed to the monster of Gamorrean stock. Food for thought, indeed. How would she perceive the consumption of her body and flesh? How would it terrify her to know the process of her digestion? Would the beautiful beast start with arm, or leg? Perhaps he would forgo the foreplay and nosh through face and head first. Yes, that'd be the most desired path. Let her know before the pain and fear rendered an unconscious limp puppet that she was little more than a snack for the amusement of a Droid. Were there ever a more cruel end to an unfortunate life?

Melody and lyric began to hum through vocabulation speaker. Deep of texture, heavy of grain. Like fine, old vinyl, under dutiful needle. The dreary notes reverberated the seedy under halls of the Arena, soundtrack for her dissolution.

"This is a good touch." Vhuul admitted, motioning with his chin for the guards to open the door to Groog's cell. "Go on, droi'chek, you've earned this."

On hinges that howled desperately for lubrication, the heavy cell door was pulled ajar. Three more guards, armed with heavy stun rifles, approached for simple precautionary measure. Six-O, with claw-fingers opening to their full extension, clinched a full tuft of thick, squalid hair. Urging the girls weight with ease through the portal of her demise.

Groog the Gruesome, with slime and snot exuding from Gamorrean snout watched keenly. The great champion of the Neimoidian Pit rose to staggering height, green flesh stretched across bulging veiny muscle. Host of thirty-five Morrt that hungered for his blood, as he hungered for the pus and meat of this creamy white-fleshed thing.

"Gweek muh, niik Groog scabwit." the Gamorrean squealed in his native tongue, thick finger stroking the sweet stinking parasite that clung with teeth and took great repast of his Gamorrean blood from left cheek.

"Pwh. .leease" The enfeebled begged, her body turning, hair twisting and tearing from scalp as she attempted to reach for the chassis of the Droid. Desperate to avoid this fate.

But Six-O could not be reasoned with, not by her. With a snap of his powerful arm she spun with violence. Skin and bones raising quite the clatter from the floor of the Gamorreans cell. Groog wailed with delight, quickly snatching the human up with colossal hands as Six-O backed out of the door, and the cell was locked and sealed once more.

Defenseless the weak being lofted with the strength of the Gamorrean who starved for the taste of her soul to stale his breath. Much to Six-O's delight, as the tusks stood agape, Groog the Gruesome started head first -- the best way to devour all things. The cavern of the former Warlord's mouth began to collapse, the cries of the girl were shrill and terrifying. The music did nothing to hide it.

Like hard shelled candy between molars, her skull popped with sickening crunch. Body jerking in fitful dance as her sweet taste was slurped and gulped as a delightful appetizer.

"Os vai, maybe in the next life she will remember to pay back the credits people loan for University, yeah, mutzh?!" Vhuul laughed, flinching ever so delicately as another great bite tore more of her apart. "You know, " He paddled his stomach gently, "I think it's time I retreat for lunch, droi'chek. Come now, enjoy the fight, we'll get back to business after this Republic gizka is put to rest."


[member="Kur-gal Kwaad"] | [member="Ven'Rain Sekairo"] | [member="Darth Ophidia"] | [member="Shmi Labooda"] | [member="Bix Slisia"] | [member="Mantic Dorn"] | [member="Barrien Siegfried"] | [member="Xavka Duquo"] | [member="Sera Inkari"] | [member="Jaccer Ramirez"] | [member="Aston Jacobs"]

 

[Sera Inkari]

Location: Nearby the arena door, steps upwards.

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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UCyF8H8vb7E
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Explosions from somewhere unseen. Blue orbs unrelenting, never leaving the arena floor, the struggle of man and his animal nature fascinating to her.

Time and tide, an old saying but so true. Often when you were a seer, you were like the tide, you saw time’s possibilities ticking down but went out with it all the same. Explosions somewhere made her momentarily flinch but no more, thicker robes opened and parted to display the two lightsabers at her side, his voice in her ear and her chest, ~Now, now you will act, and you will remember.~ The echo she couldn’t escape, cut and demanded in her ear to find persistence in a sea of uncertainty. [member="Raien Keth"]

Crowds ran this way or that, and she walked through them, gliding almost to spots they were not yet in, Sera wished she had that ability that echoed from the crystal in her chest, but it was not yet there, and one man stumbled into her, she clutched her side and scowled inwardly, vowing to do better.

Outstretched in both hands, her weapons ignited gold providence ahead of her, two golden beams illuminating her steps, a closure the duality of faith and doubt. They were attached together to form a longer saber staff, even hooded as she was, Kintan’s priestess did not hide, and could not hide in their coming storm.

“They come.” An obvious statement whispered lightly to nobody in particular, perhaps just affirming her place in all things to be.

 

[Kamon's OOC]

He should have known better.

The sword came up and he twisted in the air, already knowing he'd made a mistake. There was no choice but to accept his punishment, though, he didn't have to let it kill him. He wouldn't let it kill him. There was still much work for him to do in the galaxy as a whole. He needed to survive this fight, and the next, and the next, until he found a way out of this place. Hope was a powerful drug, and he had plenty of it.

So the blade sliced into his thigh, cutting away a large chunk. The toxin bit in swiftly, and he was going to feel that for days. But even as he'd seen the sword come up, he'd made his own move, drawing the dagger that he'd been given by [member="Sera Inkari"], the strange Sith that had seen fit to give him a weapon.

The blade took the chunk, blood flying, but it didn't stop his momentum even as he missed his mark, the Vong's head. It moved him in such a way that he would sail past, and as he did, he stabbed the dagger at the beasts shoulder, where he judged that its tendons would connect, intent on making its arm useless. If nothing else, he hoped that the wound would be a nuisance, assuming that it managed to strike.

Either way, when he sailed past, he landed in a mess of a heap, his leg felt like fire. He crawled backwards, rubbing dirt on the wound in an effort to get it stop bleeding. It was about then he heard an explosion, but he couldn't afford to take his eyes off the Vong.

[member="Six-O"] | [member="Aston Jacobs"] | [member="First Daughter"] | [member="Kur-gal Kwaad"] | [member="Ven'Rain Sekairo"] | [member="Darth Ophidia"] | [member="Shmi Labooda"] | [member="Bix Slisia"] | [member="Mantic Dorn"] | [member="Jaccer Ramirez"] | [member="Xavka Duquo"]

 

[Garith Darkhold]

Bix gripped the railing thighter as she had watched Barrien charge. Indulaging in the moment she was eager to see who would bleed first. Lost in the dark gratifying amusement, the Vong rasied his mighty blade and brought it down to cleave the Jedi in-two.

Bix snareled! Barrien has twisted in the air. Anger filled her at the thought of the blade not tearing into the flesh. A abmused grin returned to her lips when she watched the sword rend tender muscle. Very pleased she continued to watch. Tell she felt a slight termor. She looked around at Chool and the few that graced the luxery box with her. They too had a look of confusion. One that had increased with curiosity when one of Chool’s guards came up and whispered into Neimoidain’s ear.

“What”, Chool barked, “Deal with it now fool! You go there now and take what men you need!”

The armored guard ran out to deal with whatever that rose the ire of Chool.

“Just a small problem. I swear”, Chool smiled at Bix. Maybe he feared he might have offended the Sith Lord. “Just a small problem in one of the hanngers. My guards will handle it.”

Bix said nothing in return and looked down back at the arena. What ever the Neimoidain was dealing with had nothing to do with her...she inclinded to believe.

Chool breathed a little easier when Bix looked back to the arena. Is still was not happy hearing that there was damage to one of the hangers.


[member="Six-O"] [member="Aston Jacobs"] [member="First Daughter"] [member="Kur-gal Kwaad"] [member="Ven'Rain Sekairo"] [member="Darth Ophidia"] [member="Shmi Labooda"] [member="Mantic Dorn"] [member="Jaccer Ramirez"] [member="Xavka Duquo"] [member="Barrien Siegfried"]

 

[Kur-gal Kwaad]

A hot spray of red bathed him as the blade bit into the flesh of the foolish infidel, lapping at his liquid life while a thousand pinpricks of poison would enter his bloodstream within that one, decisive moment of contact.

Then the man flew past him in a graceless arc, defiled by the cut of Kur-gal's sword into his leg, and a blossom of pain erupted in turn in his shoulder. He growled, following through with his swing even as he charged forward still. The twist of the hips and the awkward angle at which his foe grasped at the hilt of the dagger now embedded in the shoulder of the Dragon would culminate in an unfortunate situation for the man; he would find it extremely difficult to hold onto the weapon as four hundred pounds of sprinting mass would threaten to tear it from his grip.

Whatever happened, the Slayer would continue forth for a few more long strides before making a wide turn, clawed feet digging into the sand as they brought his massive weight around. Once the infidel could see the expression now marring the features of the Yuuzhan Vong, he would surely wish he'd never drawn that dagger in the first place. His pointed teeth were bared, orange eyes glowing with a special brand of hatred that they could hardly contain.

Black blood trickled from the wound in his shoulder, smeared over the deltoid and scapula of the hulking beast. If the infidel attempted a jump like that again, the Dragon wouldn't be able to lift his arm high enough to intercept him in the same manner, that much was obvious. With full elevation eliminated from play, however, his sword arm wasn't out of comission. Not yet.

Without ever stopping in his tracks, the Slayer would barrel towards the heap of pitiful, bleeding flesh on the ground again, intent on finishing what he'd started. The Kraetos seemed to have the same idea, however, reacting because of the sheer bloodlust radiating from its master. The three Arkanian heads opened their hungry maws, and then with no warning spat their fire at the man scrambling in the dirt, eager to taste of his charred flesh. The cone of flames was three times as long as Kur-gal, and almost twice as wide, and though it was short-lived, the Dragon doubted there would be much more left for him to kill once the Kraetos was done.

[member="Six-O"] [member="Aston Jacobs"] [member="First Daughter"] [member="Bix Slisia"] [member="Ven'Rain Sekairo"] [member="Darth Ophidia"] [member="Shmi Labooda"] [member="Mantic Dorn"] [member="Jaccer Ramirez"] [member="Xavka Duquo"] [member="Barrien Siegfried"]​

 

[Antoir Setrrin]

Charging the Bull Dragon...

Spoiler: EQUIPMENT

ARMOR:

Spoiler: EQUIPMENT

• x1: Bodo Baas Gunbelt
• x1: Sasori Bodyglove
• x1: Revenant Armor
• x1: Exemplar Shielding Unit

GRENADES:

• x2: CryoBan Grenade
• x1: EMP Grenade

BLASTERS:

• x1: Ven's Custom Shotgun
• x1: Dissuader KD-30

MELEE:

• x1: Vibro Electro Blade, Vibro Half
• x1: Standard Silver Dual-Phase Lightsaber

OTHER:

• x3: AP Rounds
• x1: Guardian Sithspawn Body

​

Spoiler: Music

[media]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mCQhxUEnzwo[/media]

I came in like a one-man squad​

I never fought so hard in war​

All I wanted was to show them God
All they ever did was fight me​

Yeah, they lost against me​

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There was the slightest of tremors beneath her feet. A simple shifting, a murmur of stone, the first sign of the assault on the arena. It would have brought a thin smile to her lips if it hadn't been accompanied by the sound of a sword tearing through flesh. And the first strike is made, she thought, the HUD in her helm showing her the full carnage below. Barrien, the man she was here to retrieve, had been seriously injured. At least he got in a strike of his own. But a single blow to the shoulder wouldn't stop the Vong beast. No, it would take a lot more than that. That was... painfully clear. Even for Ven, who stood among the lower crowd, far from the edge of the arena.

One blow is a start, at least. I'll take care of the rest.

Without hesitating she strode forward, the Dissuader gripped tight in her left hand, her lightsaber remaining unignited. There was a sharp fire in her eyes as she moved. I hate the Vong, she reminded herself, they caused me so much pain. It was anger that drove her forward. Something that drove Sith, not Jedi. But, really, she was neither. She was a force-dead warrior with a family to protect. Ven could afford a little anger. Even if the others might not approve of it. I can deal with being the odd one out, she thought. Then once more she was focused on the danger in front of her. The raging beast in the arena. I'm going to break him.

Her plan was relatively simple. Well, the first portion of it was, at least. Go in, tackle the Dragon, beat it to death. Simple. Not so clean, but simple. First came her dramatic entrance. Quickening her pace, the Mad Merc stepped closer and closer to the rim of the pit. It started out as speed-walking, something that only caused a few to glance at her heavily armed form, but soon turned into a near run. That caused some concern. Audience members and guards alike reached for their weapons. By the time they had aimed, her foot was already on the edge, the jets on her armor already activated. Suddenly she was rushing forward, into the air, her body racing forward.

The sight wouldn't be hard to miss. Ven knew that, so she dropped to the arena floor as soon as she could. Then she was running, her Dissuader unleashing a clip of acidic rounds at the Vong, each aimed at the beast's wound or his chest. Why does the arena have to be so goddamn big? She thought as she reloaded her gun. There was still distance between them. All she could hope was that her assault would distract the monster- and give her allies a chance to move. If not, well... she could always move right ahead to the tackling stage. After all, while she didn't look that strong, she was a two hundred pound woman who had the strength of a six hundred pound Gundark. Breaking her wasn't easy. Getting broken by her... well, that was a distinct possibility.

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I came in like a one-man squad​

I just wanted them to fear God​

But all they did was break down,​

Yeah they, they broke down​

{[member="Shmi Labooda"] | [member="Xavka Duquo"] | [member="Darth Ophidia"] | [member="Six-O"] | [member="Kur-gal Kwaad"] | [member="Jaccer Ramirez"] | [member="First Daughter"] | [member="Sera Inkari"] | [member="Bix Slisia"] | [member="Barrien Siegfried"] | [member="Mantic Dorn"]}​

 

[Sera Inkari]

Sera’s soft gliding steps took her upward past their stairways toward their outer doors, parting with a small push of her hand to unlock, subtle not forceful, as was her way. With a click of their closing she left their spectacle behind, a roar of the crowds and the confusion from explosions blowing across her back. Ahead of her lay [member="Aston Jacobs"], somewhere beyond and unseen, though he was just a brief flicker on her horizon of possibilities of what she might find @Anyone.

Her saberstaff lost its glow, and she walked as if one of the locals, hooded and robed as she was in the dusty reds of her travels, like any traveler might be. Towards their Jedi's caravan, nobody came with her, she might appear vulnerable, injured as one of those he had taken with the press of his finger, for her steps were slow, and her heartbeat measured. Approaching gently, without sudden move, Kintan’s priestess looked up through the smoking crates and dead men, at what might come next. Her steady blue gaze unmoving to the dead around her, watching forward right into the face of those approaching, faith unyielding to their current.

Voices called out for aid, but she had no way of assisting. Nothing then came… she just stood off to the edges of their arena’s entrance way, leaning back against the railings gently, and waiting for their next move. Patient, so patient when it was called for, her force knew no conception of time or distance. Only that she had spotted their escape, and would bide her time before disabling it.

[member="Aston Jacobs"]​

 

[Eldaah Aderyn]

Gear: Lightsaber Armor

Well she certainly got her answer as the armor figured jumped into the arena and began attacking the Vong. Behind, explosions and shouting could be heard. Oh dear, it would seem a rescue attempt for the Jedi was underway. She hung back to watch the spectacle though, her role was to merely observe the Jedi and their allies and to engage only when necessary.

Finding an abandoned seat that had a much clearer view of the action and was right on the edge of the stairs so she could move around, she sat down to watch the show. It would at least be educational on this armored figure that didn't appear in the Force ... oh a Force Dead being, that made it even better.

{Shmi Labooda | Xavka Duquo | Darth Ophidia | Six-O | Kur-gal Kwaad | Jaccer Ramirez | First Daughter | Sera Inkari | Bix Slisia | Barrien Siegfried | Mantic Dorn}

 

[Kamon's OOC]

The blade landed, and he still ended up on his back, smearing dirt on his wound. It would do in a pinch to stem the flow of blood until something else could be done about it. This was a common practice on his homeworld and he had no trouble doing the same as he was used to now. All he needed to do was stop the bleeding so that he could live long enough to maybe have a chance of getting out of this thing alive.

And that was when he saw her. She came down from above in full armor, and went right at the Vong. A rescuer? He couldn't tell. He couldn't even feel her. That was bizarre to him. He knew Vong couldn't be felt, but this was no Vong.

He didn't have time to deal with her either, he could only focus on the beast charging at him. Its shield lifted and, to his surprise, spewed fire at him! He lifted his hands and drew the Force around himself in a tight bubble, the flames licking harmlessly at it. It was all he could do to stay alive now. But with the newcomer attacking the beast, there was a much better chance of his survival. And maybe he could find that Sith who had came to visit him at some point. He was curious about her.

When the flames stopped, he pushed off the ground and spun to his feet, struggling to stand, and gingerly favoring his much maligned leg. Still, he refused to back down, and it wasn't as if he had much choice. Even with the Force he wasn't getting out of the pit on his own.

I sure hope the armored one is here to help.

[member="Six-O"] | [member="Aston Jacobs"] | [member="First Daughter"] | [member="Kur-gal Kwaad"] | [member="Ven'Rain Sekairo"] | [member="Darth Ophidia"] | [member="Shmi Labooda"] | [member="Bix Slisia"] | [member="Mantic Dorn"] | [member="Jaccer Ramirez"] | [member="Xavka Duquo"]