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Location: near the ruins
Allies: [member="Darth Veles"]
Enemies: [member="Simone"]
She listened to him, and shook her head she had not seen the droids. Though she had only just arrived, and was making her way to help him. No not seen any droids, sorry. She then wondered if he new where they coming from Have you seen where they coming from? As if he did they could track them down, and find out who was using them. She had a sith infantry platoon with her, that could help with the search. As well as a fury, in the sky who could track the little droids down. Though they would have to know ,what they where looking for first.
Could show us one these droids? She asked, so ship could scan it and her men, look for them. This would make the job easier, to do.
Location: Aldera Ruins
Allies" Pubs
Enemies: OS [member="The Hydra Queen"]
The remind voices continued to talk to him, echoing through his mind. The name of the 'it' imprinted on his memory and would remember that name.
"You are nothing of me! My brothers are my only brethren and nothing more." He did not notice the snakes that were below that ground that he was standing on. Not even his HUD could pick them up.
Then he heard screams and yells in the distance. "Oh, damn it!" The clone yelled as he saw the rakamat spitting out plasma at his men. The armor didn't give them any defense and just melted the armor and either taking off limbs or just die completely. "Find cover, now!" he ordered to the remaining troops of his platoon. No heroics today, for it would just waste lives and accomplish nothing. Then more trouble came: Vong and other ugly creatures. "Fall back! We can't take down all of these creatures!"
He was then given an offer that he would've turned down easily but he heard the next sentence. His family and brethren. She couldn't know everything about him. That was...impossible. But he heard his name being said by the feminine voices. He would question her further and run away from getting steamrolled by the vong warriors.
Location: Near the ruins
Allies: [member="Darth Banshee"]
Enemies: [member="Simone"]
"Are you certain?" Veles asked, his eyes curiously studying the female figure in front of him, "Small droids flying through the streets, occasionally spotted with our enemies. I believed they were providing the Republic base with images of what was going on here. I was certain that destroying the base would deactivate them and I could get one for further analysis..." The Sith Master shrugged and took off, his armored boots emitting no sound as they crashed against rubble and anything else lying on the streets. "Help me look for them, Lady Banshee," the Mon Calamari said and started scanning the area with his cybernetic eye, walking over the bodies of the deceased soldiers of all involved parties without care. Both eyes searched for the similar shape, the excellent Mon Calamari sight giving him a big advantage over Lady Banshee. Not to mention his eyes were also way larger than the ones of the human woman.
And then he spotted the little bugger. Not on the ground as he originally thought, but flying. Intriguing. Raising his left hand, he released a power known as Droid disable against it and rushed to take a closer look, his eyes still searching, this time for the Republic soldiers in the area. The battle raged all around and it was pure luck that they had yet to meet an enemy. Veles certainly did not like the idea of being shot by a sniper.
Location: near the ruins
Allies: [member="Darth Veles"]
Enemies: [member="Simone"]
No I have not, I have only just here on that fury. She replied to are you certain. She nodded, as he asked would she help look for them, and replied Of course I will. She then used her head set to communicate with the fury, she was using while her ship was being rebuilt. Darth Banshee to fury, come in fury. The command came over the comms, Yes my`lord, what do you require. It was not her usual captain, as he was overseeing the reconstruction of her ship. Scan the area for droids, and then track any signals coming from them. Then relay that to me, and darth veles. So we can get the person commanding them, over. She gave him hos orders, know was he as efficient as captain markus. Will do my`lord, he began doing scans for the droids....
Location: In the ruins
Allies: Pubs
Enemies: [member="Darth Veles"] [member="Darth Banshee"]
Simone watched the download bar with intent as it crept towards ninety percent complete. She flicked her eyes back to the datapad as one of the signals dropped. Sitting bolt upright she scowled. "Eagle four, you picking up anything from eight?" The droid above her bleated negative tone. Her sensor pack bepped at her, it was picking up the scanner that was running over the ruins. "Feth!"
"All eagles got to ground! I repeat go to ground and deactivate!" The droids acted instantly, scrambling from their watch spots to find cover and deactivate. Simone would be able to reactivate them from her portable computer, they were too valuable to lose. The scanner sold simply be looking for life forms, but in a palace that was halfway vong formed it would simply be overloaded with them. Droids stuck out and that was a ricks she couldn't take. In the mean time, she was running off her own sensor equipment. Her portable computer flashed in the corner of her eye.
Download complete.
Yanking the cables from the terminal, she stuffed the computer and datapad back in her rucksack. Scooping up the sensors pack, she started moving again. She came across a soldier with a lightsaber burn through his chest. Kneeling she recognized gamma squads marks. "Sorry." she muttered, pulling a blaster free from his holster and tugging thermal charges free from his waist she began to strip the other soldiers of their explosives.
As Siobhan began her bombardment of the Sith-Vong creature, Phylis considered her options. She could join in with the telekinetic throwdown, but perhaps the better move would be support the battering ram. That was, after all, Phylis’ strength. She could fight, and was even quite brilliant with Soresu and telekinesis, but even better was to heal, to inspire, to empower.
Thus, she concentrated the Force on Siobhan, focusing through her to grant her ally considerable additional strength from her. If we were playing KOTOR, this would be Force Valor with a bit of other light side powers.
Hopefully this boost would help Siobhan out.
She did not neglect her own defences though, using the Force to prepare a shield in case the monster threw things back.
Location: Ruins of Aldera aka New Kraala, City Of Wonder. Allies: One Sith, [member="Darth Mierin"] Enemies: [member="Kiskla Grayson"] [member="Siobhan Kerrigan"] [member="HK-36"]
The Yuuzhan Vong wasn't trying to hide from the sight of the droid's sensors. He wasn't trying to hide from plain sight of the humans. Because among this amount of organic material in the city, the only way to spot Tsavong would be plain sight. He didn't give off a Force signature - neither did anything derivative of the Yuuzhan Vong. So in essence, this entire city and it's accompanying polyps and biots were beginning to create an absence in the Force. The only way to spot the Yuuzhan Vong - or any Yuuzhan Vong - would be by plain sight or movement. Hence why he had been laying in wait. But he wasn't the only one.
Droppings like from a bird, ooze like from a volcano began to pelt the ground like rain drops as one by one, more Yuuzhan Vong soldiers slid off of buildings and joined the ground invasion. This city wasn't being re-purposed. This city was being bred to be a warzone. The One Sith had made major preparations in relocating men and women away from the Capital city, as an inevitable counter attack had been surmised. These creatures, these Yuuzhan Vong beasts, were following simple instructions - destroy the intruders. They hadn't been provided with anything else other than that, and Tsavong was here to make sure they did exactly that. The Jedi, for the thousandth time, would continue to be the aggressors in their territory, while each planet - each city - would continue to welcome the One Sith.
Even if they did have to break a couple eggs, like the city of Aldera, to make this omelette work.
Or so that's what Tsavong told himself anyways as he looked up and saw [member="The Hydra Queen"] directing the Yuuzhan Vong grand army. Grokata beasts, Rakamat war machines, Fire Breathers - the entirety of the Yuuzhan Vong might within the One Sith was being unfolded today, and Tsavong couldn't be prouder. Finally, they had been given their chance to prove to Yun-Amon their worth. Finally, they had been given their chance to strike back at their foes. And finally, the Yuuzhan Vong would win the day for the One Sith. The Dark Lord couldn't ignore Tsavong for much longer - he was this close to being escalated further in his God's eyes. The Cannibal King. The Unchained Beast. The bringer of Chaos, of Evolution. That is what Tsavong channeled this day, and that is what Tsavong would bring to this very unlucky Droid and his cohorts that the behemoth had chosen to engage.
The Droid might have been fast, but Tsavong thought himself faster - especially with the essence of surprise on his side. Not even a jet propulsion system could match the wind-whipping speed of of the behemoth's tail as it reached out to try and grab [member="HK-36"]'s foot as he tried to scramble away. A wild shot in the chaos flew by the creature, Tsavong furrowing his eyebrow, knowing the confusion of his appearance was his saving grace in the midst of this battle. As more Yuuzhan Vong began joining the battle, more dust began to be kicked up by the buildings, more debris dropping around the crowd. That's when Tsavong attempted to do what he was about to do, to let his opponents know what was truly coming upon them in this massacre.
The moment Tsavong's tail would catch [member="HK-36"]'s foot as he tried to slip away, if it did at all, it would immediately begin bashing him against the ground as if a blunt object, kicking up even more dust. The creature would then, if successful in bashing his opponent against the ground, toss him up to one hand and choke-slam the droid into the ground. This would all take but a matter of a few seconds, though it would be understandable if the Droid continued to slip away or found some way to engage the behemoth in close quarters in such a quick time frame, as one who exploded from a building that was previously concealed didn't usually leave a lot of time for people to contemplate what he was doing or why. All Tsavong knew was that no matter the reason, this Droid had to die, and he had to die first - the behemoth hated inorganics, even though he might convince others in more professional settings that the Yuuzhan Vong had finally found their measure of tolerance in the galaxy. It was a ruse, a lie. Tsavong preferred the living, mainly because they could be sacrificed - the living could reunite with the gods. The Droid could not.
As it just so happened, while Tsavong was attempting to turn this droid into a tuna can, there was a woman ([member="Siobhan Kerrigan"]) spectator who was casually enjoying the match while flying. Tsavong had noticed her while hiding, but hadn't thought anything of it. Stranger things, he supposed. What was this galaxy coming to when a bioterrorist and his tattoed, sacrificial culture couldn't accept a flying woman in their lives. Flying. Tsavong took a moment to shake his head as he stalked the battlefield, calming waiting for her to bring up the shattergun while reaching one of his four arms backwards for his mighty Kraetos shield. He waited for the right moment, and unleashed a hellish inferno upon his flying adversary, one that seemingly ignited the round prematurely. The bolt would then explode between the two of them, the behemoth still standing his ground, the mouth of one of the heads of the Kraetos shield smoking red hot.
It then seemed that this was not the last of this flying woman's tricks. Though Tsavong would guess from previous encounters with Force Users that it would maintain a great deal of concentration to be flying, much less be flying and shoot a high powered gun at someone, the women then proceeded to kick up a tornado around Tsavong. Never one to back down from a challenge, the creature dug his clawed feet into the ground and thrust the bottom of his shield into the ground, anchoring himself, still standing his ground among the roaring tempest. It was an extremely weak "tempest", given his adversary's lack of concentration considering the fact that she was still flying and shooting stuff at Tsavong, but the Yuuzhan Vong was in no place to judge at the moment. He still wanted the droid to be a tin can. He still wanted this Wicked Witch of the West to come down and fight, perhaps concentrating on one powerful attack or maybe even just two, to try and combat the behemoth.
The beast would stand his ground, staring at the woman, wondering how long she could keep up this Storm routine.
I poured full-auto fire into Pointy-Ears to basically no effect. He held his hand out and an ethereal obsidian shield formed from thin air. Bright lancets of plasma spattered into the thing with a steady thumping. The guy was still walking toward me with a stoic face that any pageant would crown king of the pasty creepers.
Friggin' Forcers.
He kept on coming until we basically stood face to face, which really sucked. I'm not a short guy, see, what with me bein' an Epicanthix and all, but getting a full frontal from a Sith Lord usually ends in a whole lot of pain from my experience. As if he read my thoughts, he suddenly whipped his arm forward - the arm with the big ol' black ghost shield - trying to bash me with those nasty spikes.
I stood my ground.
The midnight shield smashed into my phrik armored chest. Maybe the Force weapon would've punctured my armor, maybe not. Maybe it would just phase through and stab my body. I never got the chance to find out because my armor had been made with combating Forcers in mind. The terentatek leather lining the back of the armor stopped the spikes in their tracks, dissipating them and the front of the shield before they could do much more harm than giving me a solid thump to the chest. The specifics of it was weird mumbo jumbo about the Force. I dunno. What I do know is that it stopped me from dyin'.
"Yo," I growled and at the same time - since talking isn't a free action- rocketed my armor backed fist up under the shield and toward his torso. A fat, wedge shaped knuckle-blade sprang out, its three inch length giving an extra umph to my punch. The stuff was made from phrik and could leave a huge, nasty gash, but that kinda wound, especially to the stomach, wouldn't be immediately fatal unless he just sat there for an hour or three and bled out.
Talon, whose writer missed yet another notification, raised a hand to massage his temples as the Sith flipped and flourished. The Sith was still speaking when he quickly turned his hand outward and struck with a strong force push.
Alexandra watched the two fight as she had focused on their duel, not caring in joining in just yet. It was Tsolan's fight for now but she stood on the edge of it, watching him and Talon vosra fight as she strode with her visor over her face, her eyes looked on the fight. 'Daeda, i want you to make sure to stay safe...' She said to the wolf, the connection and words being through the mind as she then sensed the incoming speeder. "Really..." She looked up and saw the falling piece of metal, jumping far to the side as she floated for a moment and watched the hulking mass of metal fly past her and scrap over the ground before she looked back at the duel.
When she saw the force used on her friend her mind was now pushed. Her body shot forward and she intercepted the use of force energy and acted like a barrier, splitting up the blast of force energy in two dirrections around her, with Tsolan behind her. 'Vulps, you ok?' She relayed this message first to Daeda and then from Daeda to Ace, and lastly Ace to Vulpesen, sure it was slower but it was secure, there would be no easedropping on it.
Location: About to Land
Allies: Pubs and OP [member="Kiskla Grayson"] [member="Canal Tal'Verda"] [member="HK-36"] [member="Siobhan Kerrigan"] [member="Simone"]
Enemies: OS and All their allies ([member="The Hydra Queen"] (Soooooooooooooon))
Soundtrack: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TuTco34h1Co
Inside the M-47 as it hurtled towards the planet, only one sound could be heard, the sound of a blade being dragged over a whetstone. The owner of said blade was Noah Corek, probably the best sniper within the Protectorate and the second-in-command of the Omega Pyre, the PMC founded by the late Lady Protector, and every member of the Pyre, from the lowest Private to Kreelan and Corek were out for one thing and one thing only, blood, of course any other thing that would require pain if it was to be extracted would work to. Everyone in the dropship was somber as it bucked and swayed to avoid AA fire from Vong and Imp soldiers. "Thirty seconds!" The pilot announced as the dropship continued. Hearing this, Noah sheathed his knife and stood, grabbing his helmet that hung from his belt, Noah snapped it into place, the snap-hiss telling him that it was secure. "Twenty seconds!" The pilot called out again, to which Noah grabbed his main weapons, a Lancer Mark III blaster rifle and a Hekler'Kok AMR-1, he already had all his normally secondary weapons. "Ten seconds!" Noah heard this and stepped past the other thirty-five soldiers aboard, all checking their own Lancer Mark III's, donated to the war effort by Hekler'Kok. "Five! Four! Three! Two! ONE! GO GO GO!" Noah was the first out, bringing his rifle to bear on a Vong soldier who was in the LZ, quickly putting down with a double tap to the head. "This is Corek, Pyre reinforcements have landed." Noah stated over a encrypted comm channel only heard by OP and Republic forces. Looking behind him, Noah saw the fifteen other M-47's drop their soldiers as well, of course they were space out enough so that a single artillery round wouldn't take out all of them.
Location: Ruins of Alderaan
Enemies: [member="Tsavong Kraal"]
Allies: [member="HK-36"], [member="Phylis Alince"]
Objective: Wreck things
Siobhan was, as a matter of fact, not flying, though she was capable of doing that And even if she had been, it would have made little difference for her. After all, she was an apex telekinesis master and had proved herself perfectly capable of even chucking tanks and walkers while achieving sustained flight, as for instance shown at Atrisia. Moreover, given the fact that her adversary's attention would have been on HK she would have had ample time to cast, since no one was attacking her.
Thus she could focus purely upon summoning the tempest. Naturally the Vong was powerful, but Siobhan had summoned tempests sufficient to seize heavy tanks and toss them across the battlefield. Likewise she had thrown Sith Lords, torn down buildings and crushed bridge towers of battleships. To be sure, Siobhan did not do precision. Her use of telekinesis was strongly lacking in it, focusing on wide area of effect mass destruction, but that had been exactly the sort of power she was applying.
Moreover, she was receiving an energy boost from Phylis via what could be called Force Valour, which had the effect of strengthening an already extremely destructive Force connection and should do its part to enhance her concentration and give her attacks the precision they usually tended to lack. The bolts fired by the shatterbolter also differed a bit from those of the MK1, since they were set to only arm after having passed ten metres in order to avoid any devastating misfires or premature detonations, which again would mitigate any damage done to her.
Regardless, Siobhan was fully focused upon the battle and immersed within the Force. The Vong was unleashing a firestorm upon her to match the tempest she conjured up, but she was filled with the power that Phylis had granted her. The Jedi Master, while not neglecting her own defences, was sending her a significant boost that heightened her focus and concentration. Power rippled through her, so much that it felt she might lose herself inside it but the focus of an experienced soldier guided her.
Power! Unlimited power! Well, most assuredly not unlimited, though Siobhan often acted the way as if she were invincible. Her near death experience at the hands of her hated archenemy Darth Shadow had been a sobering reminder of her own mortality. The Force wrapped itself around her in its protective embrace like a cocoon, a protective bubble, as she felt the incoming danger. Fire whipped at her shield in attempt to cause her harm, but with the boost from the badass bookworm her focus was such that she did not have to struggle to maintain it. By now Siobhan was quite used to opponents using fire, pyrokinesis or a variation of such against her, having fought dragons and defeated Darth Vulcanus. Well, that and her first lover, the Eldorai Adril Tythorin, had been a pyromancer.
She took a breath as she stood her ground, concentration etched over her features. Her shatterboltgun was recharged and ready to fire once more, but she did not use it. Taking off into the air and going all Dark Phoenix was tempting as well, especially since she really loved to show off.
Instead she lashed out with her powers. Violently. Brutally. In other words, just the way the battering ram was known for. Her ridiculously brutal nature, her considerable telekinetic prowess and the pure power that was filling her found an outlet in an overpressurised telekinetic shockwave, a tidal wave of power that swept across the street. In Siobhan's hands the Force became a battering ram, a Mjoellnir. When she unleashed the Force the effect was such that it could be felt, with the air twisting into strange shapes, the very ground and buildings shaking under her telekinetic might. On her own she could conjure up shockwaves with the force of a bomb blast to make a building collapse.
Phylis, who was not otherwise distracted, had filled her with energy and now, as she gave herself to the Force, she was filled with it to the point where she was almost bursting with it. Likewise she was amplified by the sheer rage and fury she felt for the Sith. Power that needed to be unleashed lest it consume her. So much aggression and sheer brutality that now find a target to focus on. It was the power that had been unleashed upon a collapsing shipyard on Druckenwell and torn down the subterranean lair of the Bando Gora on Gehenna.
Large chunks of debris were thrown up from the ground and violently hurled through the air as the outburst of force energy shot through with great kinetic force. Two of the buildings close to Tsavong received a full-on blast. Shaking powerfully by the epic explosion that ensued, they caved in and collapsed, as if struck by a powerful bomb. The very ground shook as if it had been struck by powerful tremors and quakes. Large, billowing clouds of smoke rose up as the buildings would be brought to the ground and debris rained down, creating a vast crater inside the earth. The obvious aim being to bury the Vong beneath the ruins as they came crashing down. Dodging would probably be rather difficult, especially since the shockwave would also propel chunks of debris at tremendous velocity to hurl them at her opponent.
Tsolan prepared to bock the attack but stopped just short of it when Alexandra rushed to his aid, splitting the current around them. "Of course. Though might I ask that your leave this to me. Watch my back, but this one is mine." He prepared his blade once more and felt Ace bury deep into his robes to avoid detection and subsequent attacks.
Location: Taxi Objective:Cynicism Allies: One Sith; Aldera City Enemies: The Republic; Smeg Soundtrack:
http://youtu.be/ka9mCmx9Jhs
It was like a pulmonary embolism in the Force…or his version of the Force, anyway. Even in this apathetic torpor, this learned helplessness, this Anti-Life….There was a part of Aldera that still wanted to survive. That's why it hid, right? It wanted to see the dawn?
So, maybe, just maybe, that could be enough to save it from itself. It would have to be.
The thunder of pegged legs drew Benedict’s attention from his misery. A Fire-Walker, making its slow patrol toward the front lines, looking every bit as natural as a human hand using its fingers to stroll across the Addams’ Family dining room table.
It was “Vong Gentrification”—this once quiet borough of Aldera had, slowly, found itself extinguished of its unique culture as the Vong Elite moved in, exploiting the dilapidated property values brought on my war. Typical.
“Oh, it’s you, ennit?,” the Beggar-King accused, looking up at the indifferent biological machine. He wasn’t surprised he hadn’t felt it earlier, that scratching of insects beneath the permacrete dermis of Aldera’s pizza-face. With all the crap Benedict put in his body, it all seemed so status-quo. Oh, but he felt it now. “Yeah…It’s you, alright.” The chemicals of inspiration charging voltage-gated channels, furnishing their ideas with their mundane alchemy.
Backing away from the Fire-Breather, Benedict stuck out a hand and hailed a cab. Like magic, a checkered speeder showed up almost instantly. A Guttermage was never want for transit
“Can’t smoke that in here,” the cabbie enforced through a rolled down window.
“Was just finishing up.” With one last puff, Benedict flicked the cigarette into the parking lot of the All-Night Grocery and slipped into the cab’s center seat.
“I’m usually not around here this time a’night. You’re lucky.”
Benedict half-smirked, amused by the notion that the cabbie was passing through by his own volition. Occupying the center, he crossed his legs in a manner traditionally understood as feminine, while his arms spread out to conquer the whole of the backseat in a masculine statement of territory. This Rebis, this alchemy of gender, deliberately ignored the city’s policy on mandatory seatbelts as they pulled away from the curb.
The cab was clean. He didn’t know why this was the first thing he noticed, and, upon reflection, he realized he shouldn’t have been so surprised. This wasn’t Coruscant, after all. The skraal-gnawed seats were traded for shiny black leather, the chemical protectant still evident in the smell of the speedercar. Slid into a plastic sheathe upon the back of the driver’s headrest was an identification card, marking the cabbie as one Demarcus Voidstrider, Alderaan citizen and licensed driver.
“Where to?”
The Guttermage tilted his head to the side, trying to catch the driver’s eyes in the rearview. “City limits – By the palace ruins, like,” the Guttermage stated with a challenging air; he knew this was controversial.
“Call center says that whole area’s a battleground. Not happening tonight, boss.” Spinning his wheel, the pair hung a left. With the traffic so light this time of night, they never bothered to lift too high off the ground.
“Never you mind, mate – Just get us as close as you can.” He caught ‘em; they were a little less brown than his skintone. Demarcus had shaved his head since his driver’s license picture was taken, and he appeared to put on a little extra weight…
“Got a mouse in your pocket?...Haha, forget it – “
But as he laughed, it was clear the driver still had the same goofy smile
“-…but, I don’t know why you’d want to be goin’ out there for.”
“Yeah?,” Benedict arched a brow, a bit indignant by the sentiment. “Am I the only bloke seein’ these kark-off giant spiders bumbling about, then?” He sat up a bit, craning his head to look out the rear window in an effort to see the Fire Breather from before.
Demarcus mirrored the Trenchcoat Man’s expression, not sure how what he was saying was news to anybody. “You’re not from around here, huh? They’ve been springing up all over the place, man… We’re under new management, if you haven’t heard.”
“And I reckon everyone’s just hunky-dory with the new art direction…,” he grumbled, returning to his proper seating arrangement. An awkward silence hung in the air, its presence especially uncomfortable to the cabbie hoping to elicit a tip from a passenger who seemed a bit miffed. Another turn oughtta put them down Memory Lane…
“It ain’t what it used to be, I’ll tell you that much.”
…but it didn’t. In fact, they were further into the nightmare. Thamasshes swung from the lightpoles, a fire-breather jaywalked despite a nearby crosswalk, and with every passing block, Aldera looked a bit more like the shooting gallery at the Men-in-Black headquarters.
“Then make it what it used to be, old son – There ain’t a philosopher alive or dead that encourages you to be a passive bloody spectator in your own sad life.”
“Naw, that’s a young man’s game,” Demarcus relaxed, misinterpreting Benedict’s balanced delivery as a cue to get comfortable, “ What do I know anymore? It’s just evolution leaving me behind. You and me – We’re too old to still go ‘round thinking we can change the world.”
Benedict’s eyes narrowed like a middle-aged woman who had worked TOO HARD to have people noticing that this was her second 39th birthday.
“Evolution’s a democracy. It ain’t what’s ‘natural,’ it’s what you tolerate,” he spat, having had it clearly locked and loaded.
“I don’t know. Maybe. I’m just not in that business anymore,” Demarcus tried to retract, but it was too late.
The ambush was sprung. The Trenchcoat Man called for the character indictment.
“In the business of what, then? Living? Standing up for your town, your family, your bloody self, for God’s sake?”
“How about the business of dying?,” he shot back, defensive.
“We’re all sodding dying, mate. Bollocks. A coward, is what you are. You sound like you’re dead already. You make me karking sick,” Benedict snarled, staring him down from the rearview
And Dermarcus stared right back, shouting up at the gutterspunk riding a high horse, “Yeah, well, it makes me karking money, so how about you shut the kark up and don’t puke on my karking seats, okay?”
Benedict shrugged. What more was there to say? That wasn’t a rebuttal, but an admission of guilt.
And as the silence crashed down around their heads, Demarcus found he no longer cared about the tip.
“You like music?” He didn’t wait for an answer, instead cranking up the volume to separate the two of them by a wall of sound where he could seethe quietly by himself. With the right soundtrack, any trauma could be made endurable.
--and you say I only hear what I want to. I don’t listen hard, don’t pay attention to the distance that you’re runnin’, to anyone, anywhere…
He took a left. And then another. Irritation triggered a low boil in his blood as he found that, in all this Vongforming, he no longer even recognizing the city in which he’d lived all of his life. The irritation at his being lost became anger at Benedict for making him come all the way out here. As he realized this was not going to change, that anger became rage at the Vong that did this to his city. And then, finally.
Guilt. That he had let it happen.
“Not gonna say a karking thing, right? Is that the plan? Keep our sodding head down.”
Demarcus didn’t know what the Trenchcoat Man was talking about at first, barely able to hear him. Glancing up, he noticed a young woman shambling down the sidewalk, holes in her cheeks like she had been the worst meth-head the world had ever seen.
Some of us hover cause we weep for the other who’s been dying since they were born. Well.
She had been vong-formed. Demarcus turned the music up and drove on.
--Well, this is not that – I think that I’m throwin’, but I’m thrown.
“Is that karking evolution?!,” Benedict leaned forward, shouting to be heard. “Is that what you’re karking telling me?!”
Without looking back, Demarcus turned the music up louder.
You said that I was naive and I thought that I was strong.
"BECAUSE TO ME, SHE LOOKS LIKE A KID WITH A FACE FULL OF HOLES!”
I thought, “Hey I can leave, I can leave!,” but now I know that I was wrong.” Cause I missed you.
“But we’re just gonna drive right on past,” Benedict yelled, almost in his ear now, “-- ain’t we, Demarcus!?”
You said “you caught me cause you want me, and one day you’ll let me go"
As the girl fell out of view, Benedict reclined back in his seat, listening to the music that still wasn’t loud enough to bother the old Spunk Rawker.
You try to give away a keeper, or keep me because you’re just so…scared to loooose…
Tension was visible in Dermarcus’ neck, flowing over his shoulder, down his arms, and to the knuckles that visibly clenched the steering wheel as though he were trying to strangle it to death. The music pounded awkwardly in the background, failing so miserably to map the trauma to something more marketable. But this was it, raw and unwilling to negotiate. Responsibility, and all the hard decisions it implies
Demarcus lowered his head and sighed out all that grief. Calmly, he turned off the soundmachine and confessed.
“No.”
The speeder slowed to a stop at the edge of the street.
“Alright. What’ve you got?”
Benedict grinned broadly, leaning forward in his seat with quite the pitch to make. “Why, old china,” he stated in familiarity, welcoming a universal brother back to the fold. “Magick, of course.” And so they conspired to take back Aldera from the parasites in which it was lousy.
Convincing Demarcus that he could perform magick took some time for Benedict, but after producing a bottle of whiskey (and then a second one) from the folds of his trenchcoat, Demarcus was either too convinced or too drunk to care anymore. Standing behind the parked speeder, Demarcus parked the trunk, revealing a pretty impressive looking pump-action scattergun.
“Karkin ‘ell. You didn't tell me you were bleedin' Lando Calrissian,” Benedict threw his arms up in mock-surrender.
“Kark that. I’m Atton Rand.” The man, now standing at about 6’2” and sporting a bit more of a belly than Benedict had initially anticipated, reached into the trunk and equipped his weapon of choice.
“You ever have to use that fing?” Benedict pointed daintily.
“Please – In Aldera?,” Demarcus pumped the shotgun, bringing its killing potential to life. “Never.”
Location: A few blocks outside the battlezone Objective:Stop the Vongforming Allies: One Sith; Aldera City Enemies: The Republic;YUUZHAN-VONG
The StealthX landed in the Ruins of Aldera, near enough to the combat itself to actually hear it, and he saw it around him in the form of flashing lights and the sort.
In a moment he was out of the starfighter and he was removing his lightsaber from his belt. He sensed distress in the Force, pain, death, everything that he should be feeling. The Republic fought hard to return this planet into their grasp. For what reason, he didn't know. To him and the current record that the One Sith had, it seemed unlikely that the Galactic Republic would win, or even could for that matter.
That didn't mean he'd stop fighting. He'd never give up the fight. He knew this was what he had been born to do.
Talon although a friendly and good sort didn't wait for the dynamic duo to finish speaking before he did what many wpuld call a bit barbaric. He drew his old blaster from his days with the empire and fired point blank at the new comer you seemed to be taking time to look back at the masked Sith and stare silently.
The red bolt blossomed and shot for her midsection hoping to get her out of the way so he could route the masked flipper.
Alexandra's body and mind reacted at different times as she tried to move out of the way. Problem was she didn't see it fast enough and the blaster bolt caught her armor in the side and a hole was burned clean through as it brought her down and stumbled a second as she felt the pain well inside her, trying to calm it.
Terrible idea. When a person suggest taking someone one on one, you don't shoot thethird party. Especially when the third party is a loved one. The covered golden eyes locked onto the jedi and his sight went red. "Rat." He once respected [member="Talon Vosra"]. That respect was now gone, as well as any he once had for the jedi order. He is a rat and now.. HE WILL DIE LIKE ONE! In a moment he leaped forth, extending his hand and launching dagger after dagger towards his enemy as he raced to close the distance with both the red beams of his saber weaving to cleave him into itty bitty pieces. It started a battle of skill. Now it was a battle of principals and at the moment, the sith had the moral high ground.
Location: Ruins of Aldera aka New Kraala, City Of Wonder.
Allies: One Sith, [member="Tsavong Kraal"]
Enemies: @Phyllis Alince [member="Siobhan Kerrigan"]
If Mierin had been wondering where to go next after her capture of Jedi Master Michael Sardun, then the beacon of the force that was Siobhan Kerrigan proved to be a neat little lighthouse to follow. Along with a small squad of her Royal Guard, Mierin made her way through the Ruins of Aldera city. She wandered quickly, but with great stealth, her steps weaving through broken buildings and rubble until finally she came into view of another small battlefield.
She watched for a time as Tsavong fought with the enemy.
From what she could see there were three people accosting him, a Droid, a Jedi Master of some sort, and the lighthouse. Her lips thinned slightly as she lay eyes upon the woman that seemed to overflow with strength in the force, only becoming more of a line when she felt a massive build up of power within the woman. Before she released it, Mierin ducked behind some rubble and began to move.
The Sith Pureblood frowned slightly, commanding her guards to stay put as she wove her way behind Siobhan. She hid herself behind rubble and broken buildings as power was thrown about, the great shockwave tossed towards Tsavong. She used the colossal release of power and smoke to her advantage, sneaking into place with great guile.
Mierin popped up directly behind the Titan of Telekinesis, extending her off hand and letting go a constant stream of dread blue lightning.
Things as of late for Sophia had not been the greatest. She had lost so much and in the wake of that was troubled. She hoped her time here would do her some good. The woman hoped amongst the ruins here that she could find a little peace and harmony before she fell in ruins herself.
As the fates would have it there was no peace to be found as she and the rest of the Jedi whom inhabited this planet could sense. It seemed sometimes as if there would never be peace.
The Sith from past encounters had torn apart her life and made her go into a tale spin of grief. She had been younger than and this time would be much different.
