The smell of slavery...It smells like....Victory [New Order Dominion of Bosph]

[Bjornveld Skjoldsen]

Issue #13 of Tales of the Fire Extinguisher, Electric Boogaloo Explosion:

With the Trucks back on their way to the Ships, everything was fine again. The Blackblades were in a happy mood, Bjornveld was drinking some beer he picked up on the way and it seemed like no one would interfere anymore. That was until an explosion in front of the first truck brought everything to a halt. Some guy in a helicopter that flew too low was thinking he could stop the convoy and take the cores for himself, probably. Or he was the leader of the people Bjornveld had murdered, both things were possible.

Hokay, this complicates things. Next time: Issue #14 of Tales of the Fire Extinguisher, Dis stuff's goin' down!

 

[Other Space Kaiden]

[member="Ishmael Verd"]


The Dark Lord felt the ripples in the force as the clone sent a massive force push in his direction. Vulcanus was amused and in response he held out his hand and created a force barrier that absorbed most of the impact, but he still was forced to take a few steps back. "Impressive, for an insect!" the beast roared, stomping forward with his left leg and then thrusting his left fist in the direction of the apprentice. The result was a cloud of black-purple flames that lashed about down the corridor of the incomplete hull and sought to fry the man where he stood.

 

[Bjornveld Skjoldsen]

Issue #14 of Tales of the Fire Extinguisher, Dis stuff's goin' down:

With the helicopter firing on the poor, poor Blackblades who never really had a chance, Bjornveld had to do something. He had to find some way to kill the guy in the Helicopter. This was going to be tough, since he had no weapons, but it was possible. He would most likely just jump up, shoot the Fire Extinguisher's load at the Helicopter and bring it down that way. Yeah, this was a good plan.

Next Issue: Will the plan work? Find out in Issue #15 of Tales of the Fire Extinguisher, Foamy Justice!

 

[Darth Metus]

Baring his teeth, the Clone did not take much solace in the compliment. Instead, he readied himself for whatever retaliation that the Emperor decided to throw his way. The Force Push did not have as much affect as he had hoped, but it was something. Sucking in a breath, Ishmael quickly jogged forward after the towering Graug, then dove into a roll as the stream of flames surged forth. Despite the quick maneuver and donning the Alter-proof coat, his leg was completely exposed and the flames glanced upon the fabrics of his clothing. Even with such meager contact, the Dark Side flames ate through the lower portion of his pant leg and seared the skin underneath, causing Ishmael to immediately continue rolling on the metal floor. The action snuffed out the flames, but did not stop the pain. Hell, it was as if the pain itself was a fire and it spread all along the length of his leg, preventing him from standing.

"W-What the kark..." he seethed, looking up at the monstrous Graug with nothing but hatred burning within the depths of his eyes. Was this the totality of his power? To be reduced to a crumpled heap in response to a little bit of fire? After all those years of facing death each and every day...after cutting a swath through every test...after felling his own flesh and blood...Could all of those efforts truly be so futile?! A wrathful cocktail of anger mingled with pain flooded the clone's veins, causing his to roar out of sheer frustration. He pounded his fist upon the metal floor, over and over, before forcing himself up off the ground. His saber was held defensively, for that was all he could do in response to the pain that only seemed to grow with each passing moment.

"Tell me that's not all you've got...Master." he said through gritted teeth. Despite the obvious gravity of the situation, Ishmael was just as defiant as ever.

[member="Darth Vulcanus"]

 

[Bjornveld Skjoldsen]

Issue #15 of Tales of the Fire Extinguisher, Foamy Justice:

Bjornveld stood up, now standing atop the truck, rather than sitting on top of it. He was also taking a couple steps backwards, getting some space to start running and building up speed so his jump would be successful. At the end of the truck, Bjornveld got ready to sprint and jump. He drew upon the force to augment what would come next. He was successful, his sprint was quite fast, if he did say so himself. It was fast enough, he thought he could make it and he probably could.

What a cliffhanger! Next Time on Issue #16 of Tales of the Fire Extinguisher, Foamy Justice Part 2!

 

[Other Space Kaiden]

[member="Ishmael Verd"]


The Dark Lord could feel the pain, the anger and the utmost rage to want to kill him all flowing through the mind of this single clone boy. Yes, he defied the dark lord and it gave him focus and made him even more powerful. Vulcanus grinned, leaching off of the feelings that the boy was giving off and chuckling deeply as he stood. "Do you understand now, lesser? All clones are merely slaves, born to do the bidding of their creators. You are nothing but a slave child, and slaves will always be slaves no matter how hard they try to break their chains." the beast taunted taking a step back and drawing his Sith Sword from his side, taking it up in a Djem So fighting stance


"Hate, anger, fear, they are weapons of war...the tools of a Warlord and I command them all!" the beast screamed with rage, charging his body with the force before dropping the sword down like a hammer towards the clone

 

[Bjornveld Skjoldsen]

Issue #16 of Tales of the Fire Extinguisher, Foamy Justice Part 2:

​With the running Bjornveld who was going to jump any second towards the way-too-low flying helicopter, everything was looking good again. The piles of dead Blackblades, the dead civilians, the destroyed buildings. Everything was great. Bjornveld was running and had just taken off, towards the helicopter, with the Fire Extinguisher pointing at the cockpit, ready to make it impossible for the pilot to see anything. With that said, Bjornveld released the foam inside the Fire Extinguisher. It flew directly at the cockpit, making the man loose control.

Holy. Fire Extinguishers are badass! Next time: Issue #17 of Tales of the Fire Extinguisher, Foamy Explosions!

 

[Darth Metus]

As the seconds wore on, the pain began to effect the totality of Ishmael's being. Breathing soon came to be a laborsome task, as overcoming the waves of agony in order to draw breath was quite daunting at this point. By now, the clone was convinced that the flames were more than the average pyre...but nonetheless he stood tall. His eyes, ever defiant, never strayed from the Emperor's form; and when the Sword was raised Ishmael began to think like a Sith. Vulcanus was...right. Anger. Hatred. Pain. Fear. All were merely tools to be wielded; but not by the Graug's hand. No, these tools would serve Ishmael well. Clenching his teeth together in order to grit through the agony, Ishmael reacted with a quick step to the side, narrowly allowing him to evade certain decimation by the sword. The blade, being so massive that it would take two hands for him to wield, was such that it required great strength to move about; meaning that so long as Ishmael could move with some degree of speed, he had a chance of surviving.

Now, as opposed to gritting through the pain, the clone decided to thrive on it. He encouraged its presence to spread, fighting the urge to double over and writhe. He absolutely refused to become a slave to anyone or anything; especially the wound upon his leg. Instead, he aimed to tame this beast...and slowly began to convert the constant pain into a new source of strength. Raising his saber once more, Ishmael stood tall and rendered a second Makashi salute. This time, he wouldn't be so easily brought to the ground. "I am no slave." he began, flourishing the blood-crimson blade and holding it at the ready. "I will not be tread upon like the lesser beasts of the Galaxy, nor be made to submit like a slave. Not even you, Master, will shackle me."

[member="Darth Vulcanus"]

 

[Bjornveld Skjoldsen]

Issue #17 of Tales of the Fire Extinguisher, Foamy Explosions:

With the cockpit having been sprayed full with foam from the Fire Extinguisher, the guy inside was panicking. He yanked the Helicopter to the left, crashing into a building, unleashing a giant fireball of death through which Bjornveld was currently flying. In this moment he had time to reflect upon his life, for the fall would be a long and painful one. The impact on the ground wouldn't be very easy, nor would the flaming clothing help. This was a tough one. He just hoped the Blackblades had Fire Extinguishers with them and some medical stuff.

How will our side-hero survive? Let's see that in Issue #18 of Tales of the Fire Extinguisher, The Journey goes on!

 

[Rafeesh]

Rafeesh Naroth looked down upon this new planet. New to him that is. He watched through the viewscreen as the planet grew steadily closer. Soon he would stand upon its surface and show this planet that he and the entire New Order were to be feared and obeyed.
A minute or so later, after the transport had landed, Rafeesh stepped out into the sunlight. He was quick to try and find the commanding officer, but there was none that he could see. He picked up his comlink and set it to the proper frequency before speaking, "Naroth here. I am planet-side and prepared for orders. Is there anyone in command?"

 

[Rusken Shaxx]

Betrayal and the homicide of trust committed by the monster wearing the face of a young man once known as Zius. This re-birthing of this Empire was to be a spectacle for all of the galaxy to bear witness, an eclipse to blot out the hopes of the spineless. Victims and heroes will become alike in their efforts to bring a sense of peace while the others cower in their holes to die, holding onto something they feel has "value". The rotting of bodies will spread a stench from beneath the rubble of broken foundations and homes as the one named Hunter comes to claim all.

Your mind is no longer shared. It belongs to me, boy.

The darkly clad Jedi Hunter departed from the dropship he had just arrived on, observing the chaos and destruction that had already consumed the surface of the planet. His boots pressed firmly into the dirt as he advanced, bringing his heel into the skull of one of the natives that moved ever-slowly in desperate attempt to seek help, watching the purple and red mixture of brain matter and blood swirl into a puddle with a weak grin taking place behind his helmet. Suddenly he was beset by a few of the hopelessly damned defenders as they all rushed in at once to overwhelm the Force user- a mistake commonly made by the foolishly bold, or rather, the idiotically blind. In the blink of an eye, two of the four natives had fallen due to the wicked flash of the Hunter's crimson blade, their bodies laying in the dirt separated and halved as the others watched in horror at the might and speed of the monster that began to approach.

The Hunter leaped toward them and grabbed one by the throat with twisted cybernetic strength, ramming his lightsaber into their chest cavity and cutting downward to display the entrails and all that made the Bosph tick to his comrade, letting out a distorted and hellish cackle as he slammed the corpse into a rock nearby. Walking ever-casually towards his last victim.

What followed next was only to be heard in painful screams that eventually led to a gruesome death. Blood adorned and mingled with the Hunter's armor, whispering loving compliments of freedom.

Freedom from the fleshy prison of the deceased.

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[Bjornveld Skjoldsen]

Issue #18 of Tales of the Fire Extinguisher, The Journey goes on:

Bjornveld just landed on the ground. He did a sort of combat role to lessen the impact and not get injured as much. Some of the flames got put out thanks to this, but many still burnt, so Bjornveld just threw off the robe and continued to run towards the truck with only his armor on. Thankfully the Blackblades had gotten out some awesome Fire Extinguishers and were ready to put out the fires, which they did like a couple seconds after Bjornveld got in range for the Fire Extinguishers.

Phew. He made it, next time: Issue #19 of Tales of the Fire Extinguisher, The Hero is saved!

 

[Judas of Vahl]

Operation: Late to the party, but I brought booze​

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Aboard the Chimaera
High Orbit, Bosph

"Engage reverse thrusters." A crackling and predatory voice called over the fleet-wide intercoms. "Deploy all attack craft, I want boots on the ground now." The red-skinned being growled at the crew before him, hunching over just ever so slightly as he stalked across the bridge. King Arcis swiftly moved to the speartip of the command bridge, leaning against the railing before the massive planet. Bosph. Yet another world to crush beneath his foot like an insect. Yes, that was it. He was a God among insects.

"Red alert. Double the sentry lines and get a supply chain down there. Now." The mere way he said things was sure to get them done even if he didn't hold the rank of Sith Lord. "Send my regards to the Emperor."

 

[Bjornveld Skjoldsen]

Issue #19 of Tales of the Fire Extinguisher, The Hero is saved:

With Bjornveld getting cooled off by the Fire Extinguishers, which might or might no hurt and be pretty bad for someone's health, the writer wasn't too sure, He looked for his Fire Extinguisher. That thing was the true hero of the day. It had killed many, many people and destroyed a Roflcopter. This thing deserved a medal and Bjornveld would make sure the thing got one, maybe a name and a place in a history book too, but for now, just some medals.

Wow, that Fire Extinguisher. Next time: Issue #20 of Tales of the Fire Extinguisher, The Long Way to the Finish Line!

 

[Other Space Kaiden]

[member="Darth Arcis"] [member="Ishmael Verd"]


Again there was another deep chuckle from the Sith Emperor, his single organic eye turning a deep black as he fully immersed himself in the force. "Your pain gives you focus, good then perhaps you are not a complete waste of my time. Still you are deviant, however, but I will put you in your place you clone dog." the master raised his blade to a low ready and eyed the boy's makashi style, one that Vulcanus recognized as a much swifter style than his own...he would need to be careful. "Soon you will learn what it means to be called the Dark Lord of the Sith." Vulcanus Growled, chopping his blade through the empty air and sending a blade shaped stream of fire hurling towards the young apprentice, "show me how you plan on harnessing these weapons!"

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While the Graug Warlord fought inside the ship, outside the factories the Graug were hard at work growing these massive creatures. Slowly they pulsed with life as their forms took shape, Yorik Coral growing throughout a winding shape of Dread Spider DNA. Massive tubes connected the growing abomination to massive containers that pumped a foul concoction of fluids into the beast. The Graug would know glory this day, in the form of this warbeast they were birthing.

 

[Bjornveld Skjoldsen]

Issue #20 of Tales of the Fire Extinguisher, The Long Way to the Finish Line:

Bjornveld went back to the trucks where the surviving Blackblades had gathered and jumped on one. The others did the same. This was they would be way faster and would soon arrive at Kragmeister's location. The Sith Viking had yet to meet the man known as Krag, but from what he had heard Krag is supposed to be quite large and such things, which made Bjornveld curious. Maybe he could learn a thing or two from that man. He hoped he could, because learning is half the battle, no wait ... knowing is half the battle!

Much informative, very learning, such wow. next time: Issue #21 of Tales of the Fire Extinguisher, The Kragmeister!

 

[Placeholder 0123]

Graxin was busy with his Graug buddies. These buddies per say were two of the Graug he had been raised with. Well, raised was a bit of an exaggeration, survived with fit better. One was a massive darker skinned thing named Thurg. Thurg was busy trying to heft a broken piece of machinery away from the ships, to little avail. The other was a lighter skinned runt named Shlurk; who likely would have been killed and/or eaten by the other Graug if not for Graxin and Thurg's assistance. Shlurk and Graxin stood to the side; assessing just how complicated these ships were going to be.

"It looks awkward." Graxin grunted in the guttural Graug speak.

Awkward?" Shlurk grunted in reply.

"The tip. It looks like a...well...a di-"

"Ah, me claws! Tha' damned thing fell on me claws!" Thrug roared as a dribble of blood came out of, you guessed it, his right claw. The Graug was shouting in basic; in the odd, fake accent he had seen on what the hummies called the holonet. He thought it made him sound intimidating.

"Maybe you should be more careful." Graxin chided as he eyed the fallen, bloodied pieces of scrap. He folded his arms over his chest, sighed, and went to help his no-so-intelligent friend.

 

[Bjornveld Skjoldsen]

Issue #21 of Tales of the Fire Extinguisher, The Kragmeister:

After a long trip full of happy songs, funny laughter, praises and other things like war-stories and so on, the convoy arrived. They may have been a little late, but they were there, finally. The three trucks with the cores moved off to their locations, the surviving Blackblades joined the others and Bjornveld went to [member="Darth Vulcanus"] . It was all going as planned and it was all going well. Once Bjornveld was somewhere, he saw Krag dueling some guy. He would wait until that one guy was finished and Krag had done his stuff.

Wow. Krag is finally revealed. Next time: Issue #22 of Tales of the Fire Extinguisher, The Kraggy Kragmeister of Kraghausen!

 

[Steel Eyes]

[member="Darth Vulcanus"] [member="Bjornveld Skjoldsen"] [member="Rafeesh"] [member="Zius Tal'Verda"] [member="Darth Arcis"]

Rawrg sat in the galley of someones ship and chewed what was at one time a Bosph leg. They were a tangy people. He would definitely support a breeding camp for future future consumption. They were slightly chewy it was true but well worth the effort when so much flavor was involved. He belched loudly and looked around.

"Me good." He said, "food like me doos."

 

[Placeholder 0123]

Graxin had opted to try and resolve the issue with the force. The events back on Kashyyyk had only helped to show him that the need to practice ore was neccesary. He held out both hands, and focused on the metal scrap. Its indents and lined, its little details and the durasteel frame. With a look of intense concentration and a monumental amount of effort, he lifted the debris from the foot of his Graug friend.

Oi! Ya lifted it with yer' magics ya did!" Thurg bellowed as he flexed his massive foot to make sure it still worked, or something like that.

Graxin simply shrugged, and shoved his hands into his pockets. Shlurk slapped the boy hard on the shoulder, and rumbled with laughter. "I like your magic! Lift one of those Bosph things over here! I'm hungry!"