The Terror From Beyond 2: Let's Punch Out Cthulhu (Wide Open)

[Kaida Taldir]

[member="Ashin Varanin"], [member="Reverance"], [member="Ayden Cater"], [member="Mrrew"], [member="Matsu Xiangu"], [member="Feena Mason"], @whoever else I'm missing


I'm fething nuts, Captain Kaida Taldir's were very clear and to the point as she stood at the edge of a public square, facing the towering behemoth that was Lotek'k. Even amongst all the ruins the Terror from Beyond could not be missed and it took a high degree of willpower for her not to be frozen at the imposing sight. The sight of a beast that could easily crush 'force gods'. The aura of fear threatened to overtake her mind and let doubt creep in, as she could not help contemplating the fact that participating in this quest was utter lunacy. Truth be told, Lotek'k looked like one of the demons of Eldorai mythology...the comparison inevitably entered Kaida's mind, though she was not one for superstition, at least not normally.


Oh, and Siobhan Kerrigan was tossing buildings around again. No surprises there. Apparently the 'Great Countess' had decided that simply tearing down roofs and blowing up buildings with her mind had become boring, so she just had to use them as improvised missiles. Kaida had long concluded that the woman was fething nuts and felt just a bit uncomfortable about the fact that the aforementioned public square was littered with ruins Kerrigan would assuredly feel like breaking or hurling! She better not end up dropping a building on her. Gehenna had been enough, thank you very much. In the light of all the craziness going on, having Sith party members was almost normal.


Yeah, life's weird that way. As she gazed upon the towering behemoth and took a deep breath, she could not help feeling outclassed. Sure, she could conjure up a powerful tempest with sufficient concentration, she was one of the most promising of the Angelii officers...but she was not a Master of the Force, certainly not a force god. The MK1 boltgun she carried looked like a toy gun when you considered the fact that Lote'k was as big as a skyscraper and she could not take a few steps closer without feeling like her mind was being beaten by a massive hammer. The ground itself shook with the overpowering roars emanating from the beast's mouth, which seemed large enough to swallow vehicles in one go, making her feel like her eardrums were bursting and blood was seeping out.


Finally she managed to focus. Her original thought was to manifest an icicle and toss it at one of Cthulhu's eyes. Well...not a simple icicle, but a big one. As in the size of a lamppost, but then another idea crossed her mind. If it worked, it would be terribly amusing. Emphasis on if. Going up against an eldritch abomination is full of...heavy risks, but the priiiize. Hmm. What prize? Well, maybe if they managed to kill the damn thing AEI would make leather things out of it...shiny leather things she would not be able to afford because unlike a certain murderous Countess obsessed with destroying buildings Kaida was not rich. Angelii officer pay was sadly not that great by comparison.


You see, as has been said plenty of times, though this does not keep this writer from repeating it a lot because they like reduncancy, Lotek'k was fething huge. Aside from the fact that he could crush fething anything beneath his massive feet and lay waste to an entire city, this also meant that he ought to have lots of fluids, as bizarre as his alien biology undoubtedly was. This also meant that there was plenty of blood for a cryomancer to freeze and manipulate. Well, in theory and would take a lot since he was huge and also had more than one heart. Ideally she could have just frozen a clot of it and tried to clog it. Undoubtedly you could not just give an eldritch abomination a heart attack, but it would have caused damage. However, he had more than one heart. But water was the only materiel that expanded in its solid form and organics were mostly water, so she could hopefully explode him a bit and cause some havoc. By no means enough to land a kill, but it should have some effect. Or at least distract the beastie a bit for the heavy hitters to give it a pummelling. Lotek'k was ridiculously bloated, so it was a bit like popping a full balloon. Long-term at least.


And so Kaida exerted her cryomantic will and drew upon her Sciia, as the Eldorai referred to the Force, harnessing its power. Her own body temperature sunk as she manipulated the cold, for her Eldorai force-users were elementalists by nature and her element was water and ice. Her lips acquired a bluish tint, with frost pearls spreading across her skin and cold steam escaped her mouth, for a moment obscuring sight for her since she wore a helmet with a visor, and likewise from her gauntleted hand. First she manipulated the water molecules in the air, drastically lowering the temperature of those around her as she harnessed her power to manifest a very large icicle - comparable to a lamppost - out of thin air, then hurled it through the air like a spear towards one of the big eyes of Lotek'k, with the speed of a sniper shot. Letting out a cold breath she focused her mind upon the beast's veins...well some of them!


To a large extent cryomancy was more of a support power, which made it awkward to use in direct combat, since she was neither a duellist nor a tank. So she exerted her will to induce coldness in the blood in the veins she was trying to manipulate, willing the blood to grow colder and colder until it was frozen. She was breathing more heavily at the exertion as it took so much of her concentration, but she persevered as she sought to freeze enough of the beast's blood to produce a splinter of ice, pouring energy into the motion as she envisioned the large splinter taking shape, even as she struggled to maintain her footing amidst the massive roar emanating from the beast. Fortunately Matsu Xiangu was there on mental shielding duty. Ice splinter manifested Kaida willed it to drive through the veins and strike at the heart chambers of the eldritch abomination like a spear.


Now she just had to avoid getting eaten by the damn thing. This one thinks Kaida is too frosty to taste well.

 

[Feena]

The monstrosity. She could see it now. She paused while the others moved ahead. It was no secret that her fighting days were over. What was secret were her reasons for ending that lifestyle. In her younger years, she had been known to be quite the dancer on the battlefeild. That was a long time ago. So very long ago. She felt old now, her body was weaker. Even so, that was not her reason either for choosing the life of a healer.

"Sweet stars above," she whispered, eyes locked on the creature, "That is what they are fighting?"

She motioned for her body guard, [member="Vilaz Munin"], to stay close. The others, sith, Jedi or other; their allegiances to the Galaxy did not matter here. Not now. On another day, in another town, on another world, they still would not matter. She was a healer, and that meant that she would heal, no matter who required it. And not just that. She had another trick up her sleeve, one that might help a good bit more.
During the invasion of Naboo, she had done what little she could do to keep spirits high, to drive the soldiers defending her people on and on. She had done this before, and she would do it again. She was not half as skilled in battle meditation as she was in healing, but she knew what she was doing.

Such dread she felt as she gazed at the giant in the distance. Such piercing fear. Inescapable everywhere but one place. In meditation she could barricade herself in her mind, protected from this evil influence. Her body, however, that would be left nearly defenseless. She could not divide her attention in two like some could. When she submerged herself in meditation, she was all in. She would have to trust the one she brought with her and go in fully aware and accepting that she was just another soul in the Galaxy, no more or less important than anyone else.

"Ready to do what I am paying you to do, Mister Munin?" Bright silver eyes slid sideways to her body guard, the faintest of smiles on her face. Old habits. Slowly, she sunk down to sit where she had stopped. No better place than this. She was not safe, but nowhere really ever was. She set her medical kit down in front of her. When there was an injury to attend to, she would feel it. She would know when her healing was needed. She always could tell. But for now, something more was needed. She closed her eyes, breathed slowly in, taking all the death and fear and madness inside herself. Then, she let it all leave her body once again, clearing her lungs and her mind.

The meditative state was a curious one. A woman could see all and nothing at the same time, time stood frozen, she became the very air itself, everywhere all at once. At least, that was the sensation as best she could ever describe it. She was reaching out now, like a thousand fine strands of hair, trying to find living souls in a fog. Struggling to reach them, urge them on, clear the shadows of fear. Not an easy task. She found resistance. Naboo had been much less difficult. There hadn't been a force fighting against her. But now? Now she found herself truly fighting her own battle here.

(Battle meditation, yo)

 

[Mrrew]

As Mrrew got closer, he coudl feel the fear gripping his mind more and more. Why don't you run? Why stay here? You will die if you stay here. It will kill you. The Togorian did his best to push those fears away. Prehaps moreso out of stupidity then bravery- he didn't turn and run. How differnt was this from the K'kayeh dragon? From leviathons? It was bigger, it was powerful enough to kill him with a thought-- Wrong line of thought. Not a good line of thought. It was still organic. It could still be killed. The K'kayeh dragon was huge, powerful, ancient. Not as much as this thing, but enough to make a difference. And he and Jaani Doosun had taken it out. Here there were at least half a dozen powerful force users... Why couldn't they defeat Lotek'k? It, or one of it, had been defeated before. He wore it's skin as a jacket. This one would fall too.

The Togorian did his best to push the fear from his mind, staying far enough back as not to be caught int he crossfire of the powerufl force user's attacks, as well as far enough back to avoid getting buildings dropped on him. Everyone he saw was doing their best against the thing. He saw giant iciles spearing at it's eyes, boulders flying, and it still looked reltively fine. It'll fall eventually. It's outnumbered. Mrrew shookl his head, taking another quick survey of the force sensttives flocking around the thing. It was comforting to see a familiar face- Matsu Xiangu. One of the best hunters in his Guild. One that took out three exogorths with her partner. How different was a Lotek'k from an exogorth? They'd be fine.

Nevertheless, compared to the other sentients fighting the Lotek'k Mrrew was a fly. But have you ever tried fighting someone with flies buzzing around your head? They can't phase you, they can't harm you, but they can be annoying as feth- and they can be a good distraction. He could probably drop a bomb on the thing and not phase it, but he could sure as hell annoy it.

The Togorian raised his anti-tank rifle, getting as good as an aim as he could on the Lotek'k's head. It wasn't hard- it's head alone was the size of a house. His rifle was powerful enough to vaporize tank armors. It wouldn't kill or really even harm a Lotek'k much, but that wasn't his intention. His intention was to be that fly that buzzed around it's head while the force gods that ran around him pummeled him into a pulp. At least until he could find and opening- a soft spot...

Mrrew fired. Despite his sheer size and natural durability, the backlash still hurt his shoulder. Which just showed how powerful the rifle was. The weapon's impact on the Lotek'ks skull was like a small explosion. Which, in the grand shceme of things, was just a small balst of fire and smoke at the thing's temple. Ultimately harmless. A few seconds later, another shot rang off, hitting lower on the cretaure's massive head with a similer tiny explosion. The Lotek'k only barely seemed to notice- it was much more intent on whipping it's tentacles at the small forcies that swarmed around it. The Togorian waited.

And within a minute his waiting was awarded. The behemoth turned, apperantly trying to crush one of the powerful force users that were attacking it, meaning it was facing int he same general direction as Mrrew. He took his shot. And the anti-material weapon hit him straight in the face.

If this was a normal monster, maybe a Leviathon or sithspawn Gorax, that would've at least done some damage. But hey- at least the Lotek'k noticed this one. The monster gave a sound that made it clear it was more annoyed then injured. However, it also paused it's destruction for a small moment to reocver from the blast. Even if you're a primordial creature the size of a skyscraper, an explosion in your face is going to bother you. Maybe not hurt- maybe not do any damage. But bother you. Which gave a tiny opening for one of the force users fighting it to get a good shot it. Probably not a major shot, probably not a fatal shot, but a shot. And since the thing was still going absaloutely fine after having a building drop on it, any shot was a good one.

What the feth was he doing? Shooting at a mosnter that could demolish a city in hours? What was he tyring to do? Piss it off- yes.. And then what? Get it's attentiont ot urn to him, and get killed in about half a second? What the feth was he doing? He was practically commiting suicide- that's what he was doing. Yet he kept shooting.

(Tl;dr: I'm shooting Godzilla with the equivlent of a Nerf gun.)

 

[Vilaz Munin]

Now he was wishing he brought something more bigger and dangerous than what he had on him. A tank, kark that, let's make it plural. Tanks would surely be needed and appreciated at this very moment, but there were none to aid them. Sad to know that fact. But he was not going to throw his hands in the air and just leave due to the fact that he and the others were facing something that had more strength than an army or a fleet. Stakes were very high and this was going to be the hugest gamble that he was going to risk his life in. Something that he did almost every day whenever he was off to fight alongside with the vode, hunt down a Bounty, or act as a mercenary. But, this was something different. This was volunteer work. He wasn't going to gain nothing in the end if the beast was brought down to its death. And many would ask and question him.

Why?

Why risk your life in something that doesn't affect you? Why fight for a lost cause? Why fight when odds were against your favor? Just why? A good question. He could run off and leave the others to fight this godlike creature and meet their fate. He could just leave and make up a story of how he tried to face off the creature with the others, but all died except for him. However, that was something he would never do. Seemed as if he didn't had balls if he did such a thing. There was only two good answers he could use to respond such a question. His culture and the vode. A Mandalorian did not simply just run from a fight. No, especially if you think that these legendary Warriors were fierce, fearless, feared, and respected whenever someone sees a buy'ce with a visor in the shape of a T placed on an individuals head concealing their face and replacing it with an emotionless and scary helmet.

That was exactly how this Warrior thought. If he were to turn around and walk away he would not just bring shame, disgrace, and dishonor on himself; but shame, disgrace, and dishonor would be brought upon the vode and those who had fallen and joined the Manda. And that legendary culture that the whole Galaxy had knew of for many, many years would be frowned and not taken so serious if the Mandalorian Bounty Hunter had cowered away from this fight. But, that would never happen.

Instead, the man would fight this massive creature until it was dead or until Vilaz was no more. And he would bring honor to himself, to vode, and to those in the Manda if either one of those two had happen, and the culture that united the Mando'ade would continue to live up to its image that most people had thought of in the galaxy. Fierce and fearless was the Mandalorian. And he would send that message to this creature.

But, something else was noticed. His mind was not being itself as there was fear running into his mind. One good educated guess led him to the monster. So, it was capable of bring massive destruction and play with your mind? Cheap. By himself he tried to fight back against the aurora of fear that was invading his mind. To begin being offensive towards the Lotek'k he raised up his right hand that was protected by a crushgaunt. With his left hand, with a crushgaunt too, he begin to grip onto the air and slowly motioned his left hand in a circle. At the same me his right middle finger began to raise up and was showing it to the Lotek'k.

"Go kark yourself," was what this Warrior had to say. Reaching for his buy'ce that hung on to his utility belt he placed it on his head to have an emotionless T-visor helmet as a face. His HUD system came to life and a 360 degree angle map showed him his surroundings around him. He admitted that he had no godlike powers like [member=Ayden Cater], [member=Siobhan Kerrigan], [member=Reverance], or any of these powerful Force Users, but he did have his wits and skills that were incomparable to these powers. But, hey, better than nothing.

Pulling out one of his MT-1 heavy pistols from its holster the Redneck pulled the trigger but held on to it for five seconds. After five seconds a blaster bolt was sent to the creature that was more powerful than just rapidly pulling the trigger of the pistol. Obviously, this attack was pathetic against the Lotek'k and was something that would be laughed at. However, Vilaz didn't care and he continued to repeat the same process until the weapon had run out of ammunition.

He still regretted and wished to change his equipment for better ones. Not sure how a bowcaster and pistols we're going to put a dent on this thing.

[member=Matsu Xiangu] [member=Ashin Varanin] [member=Feena Mason] [member=Khallesh] [member=Mrrew] [member=Kaida Taldir] [member=Iki Ike]

 

[Vhrendai Embersky]

And so the battle began. All who had gathered started to move, some summoning power, others lending strength to those who needed it. Buildings broke apart, minds threatened to shatter, hearts seemed to roar. We went forward with the strength of ten thousand men. My twelve Embers ran alongside me as we rushed into the fray. Every one of them trusted me with their lives. And I trusted every one of them. Such was how it had to eb. Once, many centuries ago, the thirteen of us had protected Emperors. Served everyone from Dark Lords of the Sith to Grandmasters of Jedi Orders. But we had ended up in slumber. Only recently had we awoken once more. Something told me that this beast might have had something to do with it. After all... we'd fought similar creatures before. Several of us had done so more than just once. The Embers of Old were ancient. For as long as history could remember we had existed. Just like this monster. And though our members had changed over time, dwindling and growing and dwindling once more, we still held memories of this thing. Still we were strong. More than enough to do some damage to the 'Terror'. Together we moved, flickering flames of strength against a typhoon.

Thirteen of us dashed across ruins with renewed vigor. Durasteel boots slammed into the remenants of streets, buildings, of existence. Nothing was said. There was nothing to say. What felt like hours passed before we were close enough to start our real plan. Thirteen of us split apart, each going in different directions. We were flies swatting at a giant. Not even an Eldritch Abomination could attack so many people at once. In total there were dozens slicing and shooting at it. Anything could die if you cut it enough times. Maybe we'd be here for several days. That would be okay. At least we'd manage this. Thirteen Embers pulled out their blades. Some let out snap-hisses. Others gleamed in the light- revealing their Beskad nature. We were born of Sith and Mandalorians. Such was our way. Tentacles rushed about to strike at us, debris swam through the air, shouts filled the lack of silence. Evil crept into our souls. A horrid crunching noise caught my attention. One Ember fell to the ground, his helmet crushed nearly flat against his neck. I did not dare look at the ground where he landed.

Twelve Embers rushed about in a flurry, shooting, slashing, bombing wherever they could.
Embersky. Emberheart. Embersoul. Embermind. Emberend. Emberblade. Emberriver.
Embersea. Embercry. Emberdeath. Embernight. Embersteel. Emberlife.

 

[Khallesh]

She already knew it was too late for Raas as her amphistaff snapped out to catch the nearest Chazrach in the throat. It's eyes bulged as the creature's fangs sank deep and flooded it's body with venom. Raas was still struggling and two Chazrach lay broken beside him, but slick black blood ran freely from any number of stab wounds.

Khallesh gave the nearest Chazrach a cursory shove as she stepped past it, leaving it to its fate. It writhed in agony as the venom took it's life. Another of the creatures rushed at her. There was a frenzied look in its eyes, but it's expression was pure terror. It swung it's blade in a careless swipe. Too fast by far, Khallesh almost melted around the strike. She snapped an elbow into the side of its head. There was a loud crack, suggesting serious damage. Either way it's legs buckled and she had one more foe closing.

Blade held high it rushed in quickly. Khallesh kept her amphistaff held straight as a spear. In one smooth motion she slid backwards, raising her staff and twisting it about. The reptile's eyes followed the rising head, and didn't see the tail coming around from beneath to impale it beneath the chin.

Her chest heaved as she wandered back to finish off the wounded Chazrach, her remaining two companions were equally soaked in reptile gore from the brief struggle. Battle had been met, and yet they hadn't even caught sight of their real enemy. Raas had stopped struggling now and lay quite still. She uttered a silent prayer for the one returning to Yun-Yuuzhan.

"Put the Chazrach down," she spoke to her villip and any other Yuuzhan Vong forces in attendance. "Something on this world sends them out of control."




OOC/ murdered some crazed Chazrach, still a good distance away.

 

[Garza]

Talk of the small planet of Osseriton had reached me. The words and whispers of the creature from whish was born of Rand, reaching the planet with calls of distress, as far as the signals could go to come. And hence I am here. I had landed down in a simple fighter that I had owned for a very long time, It was here that I would gear myself up. Seeing as how wearing a Jacket out of the same hide of the beast that was killed before this event would not be very sutable, I decided to wear instead my Wyvern gear. Having no "capture" gear with me today, I carried Storm. A Katana like sword that I have used for a while, and have grown rather fond of it. Enjoying the use of its name, however, wanting to call it more so, Lightning for its very fast uses and movements that I could have with it.

On my belt were two lightsabers. One that I had grown fond of since its creation when I was first crowned as a Knight. The other, was simply there for the use of keeping it as backup. With a beast so large and powerful, you will break equipment, and you will need more of it. As well, on my right thigh was a rather long holster for a tri-barrled pistol. One that I too have grown fond of using. it was useful, and with the amount of ammo I had with me today, I had a feeling that this would only be good in the most vital of spots. not to be used against it's thick hide.

I walked alone as I could hear the fighting from the distance I was at. However, Already being assaulted in my mind from the terror from beyond, I had to close off my mental thoughts and actions to simplistic ideals of "Walk", "Attack" and "Survive" It was mindblowing to think I had almost died from Ovmar in a fight becuase of his stupid sentence of feeling the pain of a thousand people burning, I tried my best to raise my defences to stop the beast from entering my mind and forcing me to become insane... well more insane than I already was. Walking forwards, people ran from the general direction of which the beast was coming from. I had gotten close enough to see in the ruined city of the beast lumbering and using its many tenticles to swipe at the pesky "ants" that tried to bite it. One of those I felt a very familar, only stronger and slightly darker feeling of [member="Ashin Varanin"]. Something was up with her. She had become master a while back and was very powerful once more. Only now, She seemed darker than her first encounter with her on the Pod race when I carried only a vibrosword and a blaster rifle model that was long forgotten.

I also felt the presence of [member="Matsu Xiangu"]. We had met before only a few times. Barely enough to say hello, or even goodbye, but I knew her enough to see and feel her signature. It felt almost comforting to know the Tank of Ashin, and the Mind queen of Matsu were here. I also felt other powerful presences, but had to stop at that before the beast took control of my own mind. I sent a very short telipathic message to Matsu, For I knew that she was already aiding others in helping clear their mind, "I am here" That was all that needed to be sent to let her know that she had another person to aid in, as well as another person that could potentally protect her from the tenticles of the beast. Watching from the distance, I could see almost an entire building be thrown at the beast, as well as a few others shooting at it, or using many different kinds of weapons.

I smiled, using the force to enhance my speed, and moving into almost a dead sprint. Closing the distance fast as I could, Even a few times running up the side of the ruins of a building to launch myself into the air, and telekinesis to send myself flying further and closer. It was only I found out how close I had gotten when soldiers were running up and got smacked into oblivion. A head of me was a man dressed in full on armor, Looking to be a non force user, I rushed forwards as another tentical came, Grabbed the man's arm and pulled him to the side as the tentical came down hard. Almost severing the building behind the group in two.

Already I was in the action, and it was not looking good. I let go of the man and continued on my path. Getting closer and closer to the beast. There was one thing that I always wanted to do, and well, it was not a good idea to do it now. Rushing forwards, I held Storm with both hands as I launched forward. Seemingly I stopped as I was surprisingly still a ways from the terror. Yet off to my right, I could see the one Ashin.

I was not the kind of person to be right up in someone's face. Nore a being that was this large and powerful. However, now was better than never. Taking in the destruction around me, I could see that even while the beast was destroying everything around it, The eyes were souly focused on one person. Ashin. I intended to change that. If there was one thing more annoying than many people attacking it at once, it would be trying to keep it's focus on one person while others seemed more dangerous at the moment. I stabbed the blade storm into the ground as I gathered the strenght that was in myself, and the few remains of fires within the area, and focused them to burn hotter and brighter than I ever dared to before.

Sending blast after blast of fire at the beast before stopping to grab the sword and put it on the sheath that was on my left hip, on a seperate belt, I then launched more and more. Trying to draw the beasts attention away from one person. if it was smart, it would aim all of its "Firepower" to one person, Taking every one out one by one. But taking it's time in trying to take out many at once, would keep it distracted, and turning from one foe to the next without making a kill. While Ashin was one godly-good tanker, she was not invincible. Therefore, the best time for me to tank, would be right now.

Oh what a bad day it is going to be for me.

[member="Khallesh "], [member="Vhrendai Embersky"], [member="Vilaz Munin"], [member="Mrrew"], [member="Feena Mason"], [member="Kaida Taldir"], [member="Reverance"], [member="Siobhan Kerrigan"], [member="Ayden Cater"], [member="Ikki Ike"],

 

[Mrrew]

Despite the sheer power of his rifle, Mrrew's shots were doing no more then if he was throwing clods of dirt at the thing. Annoying him slightly, yes. But not enough for anything productive. He could have the vulture droids come in now? They were meant for stunning things like Exogorths, large Leviathons, surely a few of them would do something... No, not yet. They were more likely to be shot down by the force user's attacks, by accident, then do anything good at this point. He needed to find weak spots. What kdin of weak spots does a cretaure the size of a building have? It's hide could probably shrug off turbolasers, let alone his rifle. What were common weak spots? He doubted it's underbelly would be any wekaer then the rest of him. His limbs were large enough ot knock ships out of the air. His face he'd already tried. It's eyes. It had several eyes, at least half a dozen. It didn't matter if you could shrug off black holes- in order for an eye to work, it has to be soft. Making it a weak point. Shoot it in the eyes.

The only problem was it's eyes were small. Massive if they were on something smaller, but with the Lotek'k cosntantly moving much to small to hit from the distance he was at. He had to get closer. Which meant both risking getting cuaght in the crossfire between the titan and the force users that swarmed him, as well as getting deeper into it's aura of fear. Or he could sit here and just watch. ANd he obviously wasn't going ot do that. The Togorian lowered his rifle, and moved forwards through the rubble of buildings that lined the streets.

As he moved forwards, doing his best to keep his thoughts away from the fear that creeped into his mind with every step, he could see another force user join the fray. Though he was moving so fast he was almost a blur, Mrrew could catch his face just enough to make it who it was. [member="Nickolas Imura"]. The bounty hunter the Guild sponsored. He'd seen him in action once before. Another powerful, albeit not as much as some of the force gods wrecking the city, oppenant for Lotek'k. With every passing minute someone else joined the fray. Poeple capable of flinging skyscrapers like darts, and running faster then sight. Lotek'k was not only outnumbered- but at this rate he'd soon be outmatched. .... Hopefully.

But that still dindt make him any less dangerous. Though there were a dozen at least here to fight Lotek'k, many strong enough to fling a Rancor like a pebble witha wave of their hand, Lotek' wa still far more powerful then any one of them. Hopefully together they were powerful enough to not get slaughtered by the monster. Meanwhile Mrrew, a hunter with a useless rifle, manuvered through the rubble of fallen buildings while lightning and fire shot at the beast from the force gods all around him. Compared to all of the people fighting the Lotek'k, the Togorian was an ant. Easily stomped out. Needless to say, Mrrew avoided getting too close to anyone as he made his way to higher ground.


(Getting closer, looking for higher ground, trying not to get int he line of fire of the force gods)

 

[Reverance]

Attacks hailed from the ground and from the sky against the Beast. [member="Mrrew"] shout his rifle from the ground, as did @Vilaz Muniz. Their efforts echoed in hums and thumps against the surface of the monster in semblance of crackling fireworks. [member="Vhrendai Embersky"] and the 12, quickly turned to 11, were fighting the monster in a mixture of ranged efforts and the gleam of lightsabers and beskad. From the distance, it seemed like some sort of frozen icicle was tossed at the beast, originating from [member="Kaida Taldir"], aimed directly for the monsters eyes. And even now, flames erupted from the ground, the effort of [member="Nickolas Imura"] would soon prove rewarding, as time would quickly prove his attempts fruitful in pulling the monsters attention to him and [member="Ashin Varanin"].

Monstrous eyes laid upon Gabriel, shifting it's body against the attacks of his newly acquired comrades, some of whom he would consider enemy outside this fight. He could sense the animosity, the insanity, pouring out of the being in waves that radiated in palpable pulses that brought hairs to stand on end. He was flying close now and had already felt the glue from the wings begin to melt. But there was no time for hesitation, no time for fear, and no time to reduce the effort he had already laid before him. Resolve took over as he flexed his left fist, the rancor tooth hilt extinguishing and flinging upon the backplate. Force senses lunged out from the mans mind, perceiving the monsters next movements in anticipation of his next attack. Tentacle extended out, the waning end of a corvette. It swiped in hard physical strength across the building, starting low and strafing up in vertical motion towards Gabriel. As the Sith Lord gathered the force to him in violent surges, he recalled that one time, where even the nightmare child shivered in his presence. Leaping up from the raised ledge and hopping above the cemented plateau of the rooftop access, Gabriel flipped forward as the tentacle emerged from the building and looked to smack him hard upward. Punching down, he released a potent force repulse that swelled in it's own density, throbbing outward from his hand. He couldn't tell, from the reaction, if the monster recoiled from any surmountable damage or merely just from the idea of something rebelling against it's infinite wisdom and presence. Nevertheless, the tentacle deflected back down through the building, carving half an "M" through the face and structural supports. But it wasn't over yet, as another tentacle came towards the Sith Lord from the opposite direction.

Tagging the beacon on his chest, Gabriel began a full on sprint across the tar as the tentacle followed quickly behind. The monstrous flesh cut the building down behind this one, sending it sliding into the surface below in an outward blast of rubble and metal and any that may have been hiding within. As he neared the raised ledge, feeling the building fall beneath him, he leaped in an impressive vertical jump as both hands connected with the ramp steps from an ascending Star Viper. It climbed upwards, escaping the sweeping attack, as he let out a manly scream and crawled up the steps, body hanging out in the open. Pulling himself up onto the ramp, he growled and rammed his left shoulder into the hull, pushing the arm back into it's socket while almost head butting the metal to relieve the sharp pain. Fortunately, he thought as he rubbed his deltoid, that he used both hands for such delivery. Otherwise, he may have had that armed ripped loose from the shear stress.

As the vehicle flew up, powered only by debris avoidance, Gabriel force pulled the Sith lanvarok, from the cock pit, to his arm and strapped it secure. Random clothing and trash fell out of the vehicle, tumbling down the decline and out into the emptiness of the sky above the beast. He looked down, arm holding on to a support beam, as the vehicle dodged a strike with a burst of the thrusters. His eye shifted to [member="Matsu Xiangu"] and [member="Siobhan Kerrigan"]. As he did, he chuckled at the ridiculousness of his own efforts, just trying to make an impact and draw attention. Igniting the sabers both in hand, he deactivated the beacon and swan dived from the ramp of the Star Viper. Free falling, a tentacle shot up and he twirled, digging sabers deep into flesh as he descended down it's arch in parallel burning scorches. He continued, in almost terminal velocity, as the sabers were freed from the monster and rocketed towards the ground. With a flash of telekinesis, the air between him and the ground compressed in a fiery heat that dimpled the asphalt and formed cracks in the surface just as he landed in a hard thump. This would be a good time to run, he thought, as he looked up to the beast and had nowhere to go but back.

(tl;dr: Force repulsed and then...did some flippy floppies before carving some sushi)

[member="Khallesh"]| [member="Feena Mason"] |[member="Ayden Cater"] |[member="Ikki Ike"]

 

[Siobhan Kerrigan]

[member="Ashin Varanin"], [member="Ayden Cater"], [member="Feena Mason"], [member="Matsu Xiangu"], [member="Mrrew"], [member="Nickolas Imura"], [member="Reverance"]


The titantic clash between the Lotek'k, the Terror from the Deep...err Beyond, Elder God and the intrepid band of force masters, Sith Lords, Protectorate leaders and non-force user specialists continued without pause. A clash that brought greater and greater levels of devastation to a city that had already been turned into a massive ruin by the eldritch abomination. The fate of those who succumbed to the madness and terror Lotek'k unleashed could clearly be seen, for street after street was strewn with corpses, entire buildings lay in ruins.


Lotek'k was taking heavy hits. A powerful force repulse from one of the Sith Masters of the party, the flames unleashed by Nickolus Imura, though Siobhan presumably did not know his name, powerful shots from the hunter Mrrew and the Mandalorian, blows with sabres and beskads and many more. Siobhan herself had gripped an entire building and flung it through the air as if she were a catapult and it a massive boulder to crash against the elder horror's head with a thunderclap as the building smashed into the abomination and shattered upon contact. Wounds were being torn into the bloated, massive form of the beast...but it was not enough yet, for they were tackling a monstrosity mortals were not meant to tackle. A beast that could drive even the strongest into the depths of madness just by simply being there, though fortunately our heroes had some powerful mentalists on their side.


Siobhan had dropped down to one knee after turning herself into an organic catapult, a sense of tiredness overcoming her as she felt rather weakened and had to restore herself. As much as she would hate to admit it, she was probably fortunate that Xiangu chose this moment to exert her powers to shield her, for mentalism was not a field Siobhan had any particular aptitude for. To be sure, she had faced the madness unleashed by a Mad God once, been mind raped by a Sith Lord on Alderaan and more than a decade ago possessed by the ancient Sith Lord Darth Shadow, but she could not hope to withstand the mental onslaught of the monster that towered before them without help, especially since her weakness was distracting her.


So for several long moments she just stood there, breathing heavily as she the Sith build a wall around her. Siobhan grit her teeth as she felt the influence, thoughts of anger and paranoia washing through her mind. A Sith was trying to touch her mind! Images of Shadow and the battle on Alderaan inevitably flashed through her mind. The Sith would try to do the same as they had! She had to resist or else she would be lost! She bit down so hard on her tongue that she drew blood on it and tasted it, a tidal wave of anger, hatred and fear washing over her confused mind like a massive tidal wave that was bound to drown out all reason as her feeling of paranoia reached new heights. All the while the monster battered against the invisible walls erected to shield her mind, each blow like that of a massive battering ram. Well, truth be told, even that description did not do it justice, for it does not take effort for an old one to turn the mind of a mere human, who by comparison must appear like an ant to the elder god, into jellie. Her confused mind found an outlet as all around her debris was tossed around through the air and vaporised.


She breathed heavily, her head throbbing painfully as for a moment some measure of clarity returned to her. She was not a mentalist, but she was experienced enough to recognise attempts at mental influence when she saw them. It was Lotek'k trying to influence her in order to crush her mind. She was not here to fight Sith...not today. Like it or not, they were on the same side for this...as much as the thought brought forth feelings of disgust, suspicion and revulsion inside her.


With a deep breath she arose shakily, cold eyes gazing upon the abomination that towered even over the largest buildings in the city. Well, those that were still left standing. There was reason to assume that by the time this battle was over even they would have collapsed. Hopefully Lotek'k would have joined them by then. A Lotek'k had been beaten once...he could be defeated again. And so Siobhan gave up her attempts to resist the aid being offered and let it shield her as she sought to recover and draw upon the Force. The gargantuan maw of the Terror from Beyond was wide open and the beast roared. Well, to say that he roared probably did not do the overwhelmning sonic onslaught that turned buildings into flying waves of debris, vaporised dead bodies and swept across the city like a shockwave of power justice. Debris that came flying towards Siobhan hit an invisible wall of telekinetic power and was shattered or simply tossed back, many piles of debris and building fragments crumbling into small pieces as she unleashed her might. Siobhan...really did not like it when someone tried to mess with her mind and her rage had found an outlet. However, her concentration was split and it was hard to focus as it felt like the sonic onslaught was destroying her ears, making her lose focus just as the ground beneath her feet began shaking powerfully, much like the start of an earthquake.


As the quakes struck the ground and it was even split in places, with the roar of Lotek'k tearing holes into it, Siobhan was gripped by the invisible force and sent flying. At this point in time she might have reflected upon the fact that she had been very concussively unkind to plenty of people in the past and that it was not fun to be on the receiving end, for she was smashed into a collapsing building that was being torn asunder amidst the fury of the Lotek'k at the insolence of the mortals, force-users and non-force-users alike, who dared do battle. It hurt...a lot. What with being thrown through a wall and then having fragments of debris fall upon her. Well, actually it really hurt a lot, with white hot pain coursing across her entire body. She had been fortunate enough to have regained enough focus to throw a shimmering barrier of force protection around her body and to cushion her fall somewhat, hence why she survived.


Yes, she really should retire right about now. We shall handwave the fact that she should be retired by now, for this writer is applying the fluid timeline rule. For what seemed like ages, though it was probably not that long, she made no motion and no attempt to move as she lay there, buried beneath a pile of debris. Fortunately for Siobhan the party, like every good band of adventurers that ventures into a dungeon of horrors to kill monsters, had a couple tanks for the Lotek'k to focus on. What with Ashin being there and wielding Ravening, Gabriel force repulsing and carving and so on. Hence why she was not grabbed by one of the beast's tentacles and swallowed by its enormous mouth.


Her vision was hazy as she tried to make sense of things around her, every muscle in her limbs - well, those that were still organic - ached at as she attempted to move. One imagined that she had suffered internal bleeding. Hopefully she would not need that many organ replacements, for those did not come cheap! Then suddenly all the debris lying above her was gripped tight and violently thrust into the air as around her powerful winds were conjured up and blossomed into a force whirlwind. Out of the ruins Siobhan arose and, as a massive tentacle came shooting for her, she shot upward into the air much like an organic rocket ship, at a speed beyond that of a common human, let alone an altitude as she pulled up. Her armour was badly battered and broken in places, her leather coat coated in dust. Chunks of debris were smashed into nothingness and billowing clouds of dust rose up into the air as the tendril struck the space she had just vacated, with enough force to leave a small crater.


As the tendril came at her once more, aiming to impale her in the back and crush her Siobhan managed to spin and propelled herself onto the roof of one of the still standing buldings, the fingers of her bionic hand curling into a fist as she wrapped her telekinetic willpower around the tentacle. The pain she was suffering was agonising, but it was being harnessed into anger and rage, for at this moment she was the Butcher of Gehenna, a creature of pure aggression and brutality. Her face was drenched in sweat as she poured her energy into the single act of wrapping her gigantic invisible hand around the corvette-sized tentacle coming for her and pulling...very hard.

Until, with a sickening crunching sound, the aforementioned tentacle was violently ripped off Lotek'k and came into her telekinetic grasp. The angry roar of the beast was enough to make the earth itself shake and her armour was splattered with the sickly smelling blood of the abomination. Siobhan had to grip the edge of the roof with her gauntleted flesh hand to stabilise herself so that she did not keel over, but she persevered and maintained her grip. Giving the tentacle a slight spin with her mind she exerted herself to send it flying. Right into the skull of Lotek'k. The armour of the beast was fething powerful, but the head had already taken a beating by having a building thrown at it. Besides, it had worked during the last battle and maybe Ashin could Force Weapon the tentacle again because that had been cool.


So fly the tentacle did as Eldarai curses escaped Siobhan's bloodied lips. The tentacle was rammed into the freighter-sized skull of Lotek'k and embedded itself in it with such force that a bit of his armour was pierced and the improvised spear was rammed into the abomination's head. By no means enough to bring the beast down, but it was something others could build up on. Siobhan gripped the edge of the roof tight enough for her knuckles to turn white as she strengthened her mental grip upon the tentacle to push it a bit further into the beast's skull as if she were trying to drill a hole and push it through the creature's immense skull into its brain.



TLDR: Sio got beaten up a bit, ripped one of Cthulhu's tentacles off with super TK and stabbed him in his skull with it. Is trying to drill a hole. And her writer is still spamming Dark Phoenix/Jean Grey gifs.

 

[Kaida Taldir]

[member="Matsu Xiangu"], [member="Ashin Varanin"], [member="Mrrew"], [member="Ayden Cater"], [member="Feena Mason"], [member="Reverance"], [member="Nickolas Imura"], @anyone I'm missing!



Now that this one has described Siobhan being a Dark Phoenix wannabe, we can turn to our Ms. Freeze wannabe! Things were being terribly dramatic on the battlefield. Buildings were being tossed around, mental duels were being waged with an Elder Horror. Beskad, lightsabres, space magic and high-tech firepower assailed the colossal monstrosity. All in all, enough technological and magical firepower was being thrown around to lay the town to waste a second time...but then it was in ruins anyway so it was doubtful the locals would be able or willing to sue our intrepid adventurers. Well...it was doubtful they would have tried to do that anyway. Buildings collapsed as if they were made out of cards, debris and roads were vaporised and the earth shook as if hit by powerful tremors.


All in all pure pandaemonium raged across the benighted city of this cursed planet that had experienced so much suffering at the hands of Lotek'k. Now we shall come to what Kaida had been doing. Well, for one trying not to having her mind crushed or thrown across half the city by the massive bellow of the vicious beast. It was perhaps good for her that she was standing rather at the edge of the party and was less about flashy displays of power than Kerrigan. Sure, picking up a building and hurling it as if you were a catapult looked cool and all that, but was also a marvellous way to draw attention to you. Well, one might add that she could not pick up a building and throw it, but then Kerrigan would not have been to toss Lotek'k either, so on with the plot.


As the earth shook she had been brutally knocked off her feet and sent flying, doing her best to dodge or or block piles of debris that were flying across the street, propelled by the massive bellow of the beast. The enormous teeth within its gargantuan mouth were clearly on display and it seemed intent on sucking any life inside it. Her mind was reeling under the mental onslaught the beast was subjecting them, as if it was trying to systematically turn her mind into pure jellie. Good thing they had pro mentalists, for she most certainly was the exact opposite of one. Likewise she could also not be called a master. What she did have was a rather specialised proficiency for the art of cryomancy, that is the power to manipulate watery and icy goodness in all sorts of fun ways. Well, fun for her, but in most cases not for the people who found themselves on the receiving end of her cryokinetic attentions...if it worked the way she wanted.


Powerful winds were given shape and seized incoming debris to hurl it across the streets and away from her as she managed to stand her ground. Her sole focus was on the cryokinetic attack she wanted to carry out, without mental protection from others her mind would be in a bad way, though fortunately there were plenty of other people who were very good at getting the attention of Lotek'k. What weak spots could a creature of this size and power have? Sure, she could throw more massive icicles at its eyes, but it had plenty of those. Its limbs were large enough to knock ships out of the air and crush entire squadrons of tanks, its hide as thick as the armour of a battleship. Kerrigan might brag and yammer on endlessly about that one time where she had helped kill one of these monsters, but that of precious little use to the Captain at this point in time.


She grit her teeth as she sought to banish these thoughts from her mind and focus on the cryomantic attack she had been starting before. A tiny portion of the monster's blood had been frozen and an icy splinter driven through its heart chamber. Now she sought to intensify her efforts, but rather than trying to freeze all its blood she sought to wrap her willpower around one of the elder horror's hearts. Just putting one of them out of commission would not bring the creature down, but it should be a step into the right direction. She had already been trying to freeze his blood, so now she poured more energy and willpower into the effort as she drew upon her Sciia to create crystals of frozen blood within the body of the beast. By now she would be looking terribly sick to any outsider, for she gave the appearance of suffering from a rather severe variant of frostbite. Her face would look like that of someone who had spent ages outside on Hoth without any form of protection, eyes were a crystalline blue and her lips looked sickly, but nonetheless she persevered, desperately trying to still the fear and terror she was feeling at the sight of the terrible beast.


And so she utilised her power to force the crystals of frozen blood into the heart muscle with a determined, forceful push, utilising her energy to add more and more frozen blood to it. To kill a heart, you only need to block the flow of blood...and it was going to become very cold inside. Of course, the Lotek'k had more than one heart and a bizarre alien biology, but this simple fact also meant that it would probably need all them to pump as much blood to all the regions of its body as it required because it was fething huge. So the coldness would spread and one of the beast's heart should eventually find itself cut off from the flow of bleed as crystals spread and spread. Hopefully this would help the heavy hitters a bit when it came to killing the damn thing. Likewise it was also to be hoped that it did not end up falling on her.

 

[Matsu Xiangu]

The sound of Imura’s voice was distant in relation to the things she was concentrating on, but she knew his signature before he confirmed his presence. It was a misnomer to say shielding Kerrigan’s mind was ‘easy’ if only because the situation at hand was strange – Matsu had a lot of practice with shielding, but not when protecting herself from a giant elder god – but comparatively she could handle more so she reached out and gave Imura a brief recognition so he’d know he’d been heard and she was keeping tabs on him.

She flipped through the signatures she’d learned, checking who was flagging and finding that for the most part anyone close enough to snap through proximity was still fighting mostly on their own. The immense influence of the Lotek’k was creeping in but she had a few more minutes until her protection would be required for more than one of them at a time. She couldn’t see Mrrew for the moment but the other without the Force, the man that had come with the noblewoman, was fighting just as hard as his counterparts. Ashin tanked down below, the Embers moving in time, another woman Matsu didn’t recognize working on something more esoteric – all of them thrown in to sharp relief by the light of Imura’s pyrotechnics. Besides Mrrew, the only one unaccounted for was Gabriel.

Or so she thought until she turned her head to follow his signature and caught him leaping off another building bending under his feet. She tracked him through his ascent, a second of silence as he hung midair, before he was swept up and to the side with the Viper swinging away from the creature. His mind was too protected for her to sense whether he was injured enough to take him out of the fight, but even if that was the case she knew it wouldn’t stop him – he was, after all, the [SIZE=12pt]lord of pain[/SIZE].

She could sense Kerrigan’s strength regained, and in her initial resistance and eventual consent to let Matsu shield her the woman had inadvertently given the Sith lady something to feed off of. The anger and kneejerk disgust at Matsu’s touch had been a gift, negative emotions from a powerful being that gave her life.

But in an instant both women were torn from their positions by the elder god’s angry screams, zig-zag cracks yawning in the earth and splitting the foundations of their perches. Matsu went flying, though she managed to avoid slamming in to the side of a building in favor of being shot through a window and two walls, eventually sliding to a stop on her stomach. She let out a hiss as she tried to shift to her feet, a sharp pain stabbing up her side – a thick piece of glass, presumably from the window, had lodged itself between her ribs. Yanking it from her side she pulled at her skin, thinking the healer that had come to aid them could make quick work of the puncture, but for the moment she’d be fine, if bloodied. Sprinting back towards the window she’d just entered so gracefully through, Matsu vaulted over the sill and started crawling down the face of the building – spider-quick, her cybernetic humming loudly as she used it to throw her weight between handholds. She made it down to street level in seconds, making her way back towards the park where Lotek’k battled what – to it – amounted to myriad minor annoyances.

As noted earlier, most of the city’s population had perished in the face of Lotek’k’s sheer power. Corpses lined the streets here at the epicenter of the elder god’s appearance, slumped against the sides of buildings or sprawled two-deep in the walkways. Calling on the reserve of power she’d sipped from Kerrigan’s anger Matsu concentrated, gathering the pressure of her connection to the dark before raising her hands – one delicate, one monstrous, both moving in the practiced recitation of ancient Sith as she called to the bodies around her.

At first it appeared as if the words accompanying her gestures had done nothing, but it only took a moment for the first of the dead to stir – bones snapping, bodies broken by the force of the Lotek’s birth rattling against each other as more and more carcasses lifted themselves from the ground around her with the hiss and slither of dead-dry skin. All of them – the entire street, hundreds of bodies – rose in a sigh of death-rattle air and waited for her command.

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They wasted no time, the recentness of their demise making them perfect candidates for fast, expendable nuisances to the elder god. They came, a crowd of the undead bursting from between the buildings framing the edge of the street and running towards the Lotek’k with none of the fear in their hearts, the inherent mental pressure that didn’t matter against beings with no thought but Matsu’s will. She let them go, snapping her power back towards herself and immediately working on rebuilding her mental defense as she moved to find another vantage point and regain her strength in time to shield the others. Between all her partners at work and the small army of corpses about to do their disgusting work, the elder god was sure to release the rest of its influence in disbelief it was being tried.

The crowd had eyes only for their target, streaming around Gabriel in eerie silence before they reached the elder god and became climbing, swarming its body like ants. One of the giant beast's tentacles swept a wave to the side, bodies raining from the sky to hit the pavement with sickening, final cracks. But for the hundred that fell, the rest kept scaling, a black wave of death seeking to get as high as possible before using their fingers like claws, digging at the Lotek’k, biting, all primal instincts in brainstems beholden to Matsu’s awakening. Of course nothing so infinitesimal was liable to do any extreme damage, but between Siobhan turning one of the elder’s tentacles against it, Gabriel’s sheer driving force, Ashin’s tanking, Imura’s pyrotechnics, and every other effort who knew – maybe one of them would burrow inside the elder god and give way to the flood, let them all start tearing him apart from the inside, pull the plug, roiling like maggots.

She found her way to another rooftop and felt the tug of someone - cold, cold - working spells Xiangu was unfamiliar with. She had enough strength to shield one and only one for the moment. As long as the rest could hold out she could rebuild herself, but she reached out for [member="Kaida Taldir"] and offered her strength as the woman worked to stop the beast's heart.

[member="Ashin Varanin"] | [member="Reverance"] | [member="Siobhan Kerrigan"] | [member="Ayden Cater"] | [member="Mrrew"] | [member="Feena Mason"] | [member="Nickolas Imura"] | [member="Vilaz Munin"] | [member="Khallesh "]| [member="Vhrendai Embersky"]​

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TLDR: Matsu too got a beat up a bit, then raised a whole bunch of dead people to snack on Lotek'k. Even though he probably tastes T E R R I B L E.​

 

[Jsc]

An orbital drop pod smashed into the broken surface of the now-dead city. A concussion unfelt and unneeded as the Raid Boss worked his thunderous magic nearby. An angelic figure in posh titanium armor emerged, strapping her chrome shield to her shoulder, and smiling with uncommon glee. It was a welcome return to the battlefield indeed.

"Mmm. Do I detect the faint hint of roasting sushi? Oh my."

She smirked and began to casting Force Light. A momentous and humbling technique she had pioneered following her resounding defeat against the black magician Kaine Zambrano. It would offer a permanent endowement to her mental vanguard and prowess. Though against such a massive aura as this, Terror from Beyond possessed? Was there anything so meager as one woman's mental defense?

"Perhaps another debuffer would be of some assistance to these folkish heroes? Though it sully my good reputation as a warrior indeed."

Karen Roberts of Corellia took up a vantage position above the melee. Her jetpack offered some welcome mobility amid the rubble and mess. Calmly sifting through friendly targets and health bars with as veteran a timing as any pro-healz. Then she began casting Force Cleanse as a boon upon the closest ally with the good sense to shout or stammer for it. Summoning the energies quickly from the active web of the universe, she could grant them a brief repreive and cleansing wash from acid, fire, or other murderous DoTs.

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*tl;dr: @mention Karen to remove one hostile debuff at your liesure. This character can cast this ability only 2/day maximum. So? first come, first served. Enjoy. ​

 

[Khallesh]

Khallesh and her two companions picked their way through the debris and corpses. The sheer scale of death was astounding. The Yuuzhan Vong Huntress was something of a traditionalist, and held lesser species in low regard. Even then, all life was a gift from the Gods and waste on this scale was sickening.

A way back they had found the end of what seemed to be a gigantic tentacle. The severed base burnt and torn, surrounded by the empty husks of a squadron of tanks. There was no sign of the rest of the creature, but on closer investigation it had seemed as if it had burst out of the ground. Near the severed base was a protrusion from the ground, with an opening similar in diameter. At the tip of the tentacle the concrete road had been eaten away. Fresh acid still dripped from the tip of the appendage. That, at least, explained the dropping, molten gunship they had passed earlier.

Biological terrors triumphant against the machines of war. Perhaps the creature could be captured and harnessed. Escalated to become the fiercest weapon in the arsenal of Hrosha-Gul.

Khallesh lifted her head at a sound. Without the scouts or Raas in his Cloak of Nuun the group was being exceedingly cautious, relying on her exceptional senses to stay out of contact. She raised one hand and gave a quick signal of complex gestures. The team of three dispersed to either side of the broken Road and vanished as effectively as if they had cloaking devices.

Three creatures waddled over a pile of upturned land speeder and walked down the road. They were over eight feet in height, yet squat in stature. They moved on four stubby legs, like a segment of a millipede on its own. They had flattened heads and a pair of arms that ended in sharp spikes.

Khallesh looked across the road, keen eyes picking out one of her colleagues in the shadows. His eyes were without expression, but his snarl betrayed his battle lust. Always the way with their kind. They were not soft fleshy humans, who picked up arms only when they had to. Yuuzhan Vong warriors, trained and bred for battle. Almost a dying breed after they'd lost the war and been forced into coexistence with the galaxy,but the genetic lines were still there. Aggression developed over millennia that would not allow this foe to pass without being tested.

She gave the call. Three Hunters leapt from the roadside and sprinted across the rubble. Great strides bounded any obstacles. Khallesh gave a cry of exultation, her blood pumping as she charged.





OOC/ still writing fluff and relaying information back to vong commanders.

Larva can be seen here: http://dulfy.net/wp-content/uploads/2012/09/birthedlarva.jpg

Creature's abilities described here (including acid launching tentacles and Force screams) http://dulfy.net/2012/09/26/the-terror-from-beyondterror-from-beyond-operation-boss-guide/

 

[Ashin Varanin]

Her last fight against a Lotek'k had been much more contained than this, and coordinated between people who knew their roles and coordinated accordingly. This right here resembled a free-fire zone far more closely. Weapons fire, undead hordes, Force Light, telekinetic shockwaves, thrown buildings -- collateral damage waiting to happen. But she'd built herself for circumstances like this. Her specialization lay in shields, specifically the kind that let walking sticks deflect lightsabres: Force Weapon, some called it, in the anemic cladistics of Jedi tradition. Not that Sith tradition was any better. 'Flung Spears' indeed -- and sutta chwituskak looked nothing like spears anyway. To say nothing of the three kinds of Force storm.

Regardless of the terminology involved -- Force Shield, Force Protection, full-body Force Weapon -- the aura of indefatigable denial that surrounded her was more than sufficient to ward away any quote-unquote friendly fire. Stray bullets rattled off, Lotek'k acid washed over her, a tentacle put her through a building and she walked it off. She continued to project the memory of an alchemical blade driving through Lotek'k bone, and the presence of her current sword grew, demanding the creature's attention.

A familiar presence asserted itself, one she hadn't felt until now. Luke Skywalker had taught that every Master of the Force had a choice between throwing stones and reading ripples, between shouting and hearing a whisper. Sense versus power, to distill the dichotomy to its most basic form. She had long since chosen the latter and made the necessary sacrifices, to the point where even the Dagoyan Masters couldn't make her feel, let alone attain the omniscience most Force Masters appeared to cultivate. Here, especially, if she listened to the Force she heard only the noise of mass death and Masters and Lotek'k. So it took her until now to feel [member="Siobhan Kerrigan"] at work, though she should have guessed from the earlier, ah, repurposing of a six-story building. And frankly, she didn't so much feel Kerrigan as recognize her handiwork: that ripped-off tentacle drilling itself into Lotek'k's skull.

Ashin hadn't wanted to replicate that last fight's long jumps -- they'd proven wasteful, and she prized economy -- but the tentacle constituted a familiar opportunity. She broke into a run down a cluttered street, Ravening in hand. As Lotek'k turned to her, she bent low and leaped.

Lotek'k, despite its pain, took a swipe at her with uncanny accuracy; she pulsed her aura, wrapping distortion around herself, and took the hit in midflight. A brick wall shattered against her back and side, its impact softened by the aura of defense. She stood, cracked her neck, and took the jump again, this time without a windup. Wind surged past her, and she bent in midair, bringing her feet forward to manage the landing on the immense tentacle that protruded from the monster's skull. This close, Lotek'k's aura was sickening. Her sword -- more specifically, the Whiphid-ivory grip -- blazed in response, with a light that wasn't light. Its distortion blended with hers; its wrongness blended with the monster's. She grounded herself with the Force, feet square on the tentacle, and invoked the Velok Emblem with the absolute faith of one who'd walked through his Force Storms.

While sinking her sword into half-meter-thick skullbone.

Ravening had no pyrotechnic traits; little about it was theatrical. It didn't let her conjure tempests or infernos; it didn't enhance her strength in the Force. Its power lay in cutting Force bonds both positive and negative, severing its victims from all external aid. For a being such as Lotek'k, which drank the fear of millions, the sudden aloneness would be jarring. When coupled with the Velok Emblem's denial of the beast's supremacy -- well, this was uncharted ground. Who could say what might happen.

 

[Kaida Taldir]

Unlike Siobhan Kerrigan, Kaida did not an attempt to resist when [member="Matsu Xiangu"] offered her strength. Perhaps because she was less paranoid, or perhaps because she plain and simple did not have the energy when she was so fully focused upon the task of trying to stop one of the monstrosity's hearts. She was a potent cryomancer, but she was no master and in any case all what she had experienced before paled in comparison to a battle with Lotek'k since he was, you know, a fething Old One.


Yes, she was definitely insane. She might have reflected upon the fact that she could no longer judge Kerrigan that much for frankly being a lunatic. The battle was pure chaos, though she was so focused upon her own attempt an attack that a great deal of what transpired all around her was being blotted out as much as that was possible, when a mere roar from Lotek'k could conjure up what amounted to a small earthquake and send a massive hailstorm of debris shooting through the air in what could be described as a enormous whirlwind. Oh, and another blade of [member="Ashin Varanin"] was tasting the blood of Lotek'k. It was a free-for-all firezone, though she picked up on the dead suddenly arising from the ground and charging the monstrosity with reckless abandon, devoid of fear or will of their own. Right, the undead hordes were on their side for a change. Life could not get that much weirder.


So she focused on the cold, for it was getting tremendously icy and cold. Both inside her own body and in the heart chamber of Lotek'k. Eyes were a crystalline blue, her skin was being covered in frost pearls and her breathing was becoming terribly laboured, but she persevered. A cry of pain escaped her throat as Lotek'k acid washed over and began burning through her armour as if it were made of paper. She grit her teeth and bit down on her tongue to keep herself from crying out, her bite being so hard that she drew blood. Duraplast was sturdy, but did little good when the acid in question was being spat from the gargantuan maw of an old god, a being mortals were not meant to comprehend, let alone do battle against her. She could feel the acid eating through her armour and burning into her skin in places, searing pain shooting through her body. It....bloody hurt. A lot. That was another big understatement on the part of this writer.


So Kaida did the obvious cryomancer thing, which in this was actually useful. She drew upon her power to freeze her burning wounds. A gust of ice cold wind swept over her most grievious ones, doing its part to contain the burning. It stopped the acid dead in its tracks, for now, and with renewed determination, despite the large strain she was under, she poured more energy into her spellcasting, willing the frozen blood to spread as the flow towards one of the beast's hearts was cut off and it...stopped.


Kaida allowed herself a thin smile. With badly bruised lips stained by frost. Her moment of exultation did not last long, for though the beast was badly weakened by all the heavy hits it was taken, it was far from beaten and was probably even more pissed off at the insolence of mortals. Especially since Varanin had just deployed the Velok Emblem and a blade that severed Force bonds, cutting the abomination off from what it craved the most, the fear of millions upon which it gourged itself. Well, Kaida would not know about the exact specifics, but it was at this point in time that the universe or rather her writer decided to abuse her a bit more and so Lotek'k directed a tiny fraction of his considerable mental prowess towards the offending, elf-sized ant.


Abruptly Kaida's mind was seized by a sensation of pure agony. She loudly screamed out in pain as her mental walls were punched through and she dropped her weapons. Abruptly seized by madness she clawed at her helmet and tore it off, experiencing the feeling that she was drowning and spasming. It felt like her limbs were being crushed and like she was burning from the inside out as it felt like her blood was being liquified, no matter how much she tried to fight against the burning sensation spreading through her body, for her Sciia failed her, leaving her a helpless mess as she fell upon the ground and spasmed as if in the fits of madness, banging her head against the ground in a fit before violently clawing at her face. Blood seeped out of her ears and felt like her eardrums would burst.


She was a good distance away from Lotek'k but his enraged bellow at the insolence of mortals was powerful enough to produce an effect even at this distance. Acid washed over her and the shockwave produced by his roar sent her flying across the streets. A building fragment crashed against her and from behind a lamp-post ended up taking a swipe at her back. Such was the shockwave that most of the improvised projectiles were simply shattered by the wave, but a sizeable spike embedded itself in her back. Ouch. Well, that obviously hurt a good deal as well. However, the pain had the welcome side-effect of her mind snapping out of it and returning to something that approached as much sanity as could be expected given the circumstance. This did not stop her from hitting a chunk of debris on the ground, though she could at least cushion her fall a bit with the Force.


With a groan she tried to get up but her limbs refused to cooperate. Her face was stained with blood, injuries caused by acid, fragments and her own gauntleted fingers. It felt like something had been broken...well, actually more like a lot had been broken. The copper taste of her own blood was on her tongue and with it came rage, leaving only the thought of hurting the damn beast on her mood. For a moment that superseded what fear she was feeling and banished it. More specifically, she felt the urge to do...very mean things to the beast's brain. Kerrigan had already rammed a corvette-sized tentacle into Cthulhu's skull and was clearly working on pushing it through even more...Kaida could do her part to make things even more unpleasant. As has been said, every force-user faced the choice between throwing stones and reading ripples, between shouting and hearing a whisper. The Eldorai was no master, but she was clearly chosing power over sense, though in slightly more subtle ways than say Kerrigan. She had focused almost exclusively on becoming proficient in the art of cryomancy. This included both the art of manipulating the environment to create Hoth-like temperatures and disasters...and manipulating the body of other beings.


So she gathered all the energy she had left and harnessed her Sciia, exerting her willpower into...making all the fluid in the brain of Lotek'k turn colder and colder and colder. Suffice to say, at this point Kaida looked and felt like hell, but she did not care and so she pushed on. Lotek'k was obviously not human, he was something beyond any sentient being, a being that unleashed apocalypse on a planet simply by being, but the brain of the creature was still filled with fluids...very freezable. If she could not cause a stroke, then she could cause a dysfunction, with one heart out of commission. So she pushed on with her spellcasting, driving the temperature of the fluids more and more down.



TLDRD: Kaida messed with one of Cthulhu's hearts, got beaten up a lot because she has to keep up with everyone else, is now trying to freeze parts of his brain.

 

[Mrrew]

Mrrew moved quickly, tryingt omake his way to high ground. That wans't hard with the sheer amount of rubble laying around. Keeping his rifle ready to raiswe at a moemnt's notice, the Togorian made his way up a pile of rubblet ehs ize of a city block that was once a fallen building. It was far from stable, but the giantc at was quick on his feet and stepped lightly- climbing higher for a good shot. All the while, he watched what was happening in the fihgt out of the corner of his eye. The Lotek'k was busy fending off the more powerful sentients present, but still the fear that surrounded the entire city was slowly chipping away into his mind. All the while he did his best to keep it clear; they could kill it. Anything could be killed. One had been killed before, hadn't it? The jacket he wore was comforting.

The attacks the force masters were pulling off were amazing. He had never seen anything remotely like it. A crak like a thousand bolts of lightning had distracted him, almost causing him to fall into the broken remains of the fallen building he was attempting to climb. One of the LOtek'ks tentacles... was ripped off... and stabbed into the thing's head. Holy feth. He could only assume it was from the same telekinetic master that threw a building at the thing... But what amazed him the most was the fact that the Lotek'k was still fighting. It didn't even slow down. It only seemed to get angrier, stronger. What the feth were they doing here? They were figthing something that could demolish cities in hours. It took a fething tentacle to the brain and was still moving! Then again, so was everyone else. Everyone was still fighting. The Lotek'k hadn't defeated anyone yet. Mrrew kept moving.

And then above the sounds of battle, he coudl hear a yell, in some language he didn't understand. And then things... started moving. The corpses that lined the streets, thousands of them, every resident of the city, started stirring. Mrrew stopped in his tracks. Holy kriff. The dead were rising. Thousanhds of them, walking corpses, were lurching at the Lotek'k, like something out of a horror flick. What the feth was happening? One of the force masters must've done it- they were attacking Lotek'k, meaning he didn't have any part in it. This brought a smile to his face. Lotek'k was powerful enough to kill thousands with ease. His enemies were powerful enough to raise them. The Lotek'k was going to fall. Mrrew kept moving.

The Lotek'k was much more preoccupied with degfending itself from getting it's hearts frozenand it's brain stabbed to worry about one non-force sensitive Togorian who wasn't fligning fireballs at him. All he'd done was shoot him with a pea shooter- nothing significant comapred to everything else. Mrrew raised his rifle, fin ally high enough to get a good aim ont he thing's eyes... The Lotek'k was fighting lions. When fighting lions, you ignore insects. But insects can kill you too. The Togorian fired.

This was a Lotek'k, it could probalby shrug off ion bombs. But Mrrew's aim was good enough that from this angle he didn't miss his shot. And whether you're an Ewok or a fething Lotek'k, your eyes are soft. And if an anti-material rifle used for taking out tanks hits you in one of your eyes? Well that's going to ruin your day. A lot. A tiny explosion of sorts wracked Lotek'ks far right eye, sending tissue raining down on anyone who happened to be directly underneath the thing. The Lotek'k withstood having buildings dropped on him, and a tentacle impaled in his skull, but that didn't dillute the fact that ne of his eye's just exploded. WHile it may not have been a potent of an attack as the force users', it was usbstantial enough. Substantial enough that the Lotek'k turned a tiny amount of it's powers to Mrrew. Mrrew was no master of the force, he didn't havet ehmental resistance of force users- a little was all that was needed.

What was he doing here? He was going to die. He was going ot get killed. He had no buisness here. He had ot get out of here. Get out of here before he was killed. The fear gripped his mind. He had to leave, run, get the feth off the planet. He'd felt fear before, yes, that happesn when you fight things that can rip the soul out of your body like a Leviathon, or swallow you whole like a K'kayeh dragon. But not like this. Though the fraction of power the Lotek'k was directin at Mrrew was far weaker then what it needed on the force users, it took far less for someone who had little to no defence against mental attacks. He could barely see straight. The Togorian did his best to focus, not to succumb to what had killed much of the city. But, obviously, the Lotek'k was winning.

(Tl;dr: Blew up one of Lotek'ks eyeballs, he turned a tiny bit of his mental powers on Mrrew, Mrrew's on the verge of going insane.)

 

[Siobhan Kerrigan]

Blood for the blood god! Skulls for the skull throne! Zombies, zombies everywhere! If Siobhan had been in the mood for self-reflection she would have remarked upon the irony that the undead hordes, called to arise through the prowess of Sith magicks by [member="Matsu Xiangu"], were on her side for a change. See, way back when she had been a Jedi Padawan - though a terrible one, come to think of it - she and her teacher Adril Tythorin, who was just as much a faux Jedi as she had been, foiled an attempt by Darth Shadow to create an army of intelligent zombies. Then years later, when she was an major in Omega Pyre, she ended up fighting the undead hordes of Denon. So, yes, it was terribly ironic, but then her writer likes irony.



Siobhan stood her ground upon the roof of the dilapidated building she had flown towards as the zombie hordes surged towards Lotek'k, with naught upon their mind but to do battle with the abomination. She saw [member="Ashin Varanin"] take the opportunity to leap upon the tentacle that had been rammed into Cthulhu's skull. She felt the massive surge in the Force as Varanin employed Ravening and the Velok Emblem to sever Lotek'k, though she probably would not know the specifics anymore than Taldir did, but it did give her a bit of breathing space and though she might not be able to fully understand the effects, she could clearly sense that the bloated abomination was weakening under the onslaught it was being subjected to.



Gritting her teeth, she kept her mental grip upon the the tentacle but loosened it slightly as her hands gripped the shatterbolter that was strapped to her back. Well, the formal name was Hyper-Velocity Kinetic Firearm - Mass Driver 1 but she never used that name because it was too fething long in her opinion! A beautiful fusion between a shatter gun and an MK1 bolter, it was loaded with solid durasteel slugs. Such was the weight that she needed both hands to hold it and take aim, especially since using force-enhanced strength would have been wasteful, though she had to call upon the Force to stabilise her grip and aim properly, for her flesh hand was shaking but she clamped down upon the feeling. Compared to Lotek'k it seemed a lot like a toy gun to her.


Three seconds passed as she allowed the rifle to stabilise and charged it up. Three seconds in which she grounded herself in the Force as debris flew through the air and the beast bellowed powerfully, whilst the roof beneath her grounds shook as if struck by quakes and tremors. Then she squeezed the trigger and a solid slug was propelled right into one of the immense eyes of Lotek'k. The one that had not already been blown to tiny pieces by @Mrrew. The round was propelled with incredible speed and kinetic force, more than sufficient to punch through the armour of a tank. She called upon the Force to keep herself from falling as the beast let out an enraged bellow strong enough to shake the ruins of the city they stood in.


"Varanin, I'm giving him a fryin'," she called out loudly to make herself heard amidst the overwhelmning onslaught of noise our intrepid band of adventurers was being subjected to or causing, as she raised her flesh hand, electricity cackling across her open palm while she gathered her power and drew upon the Force. Then a massive torrent of lightning shrieked from her hand and arced through the air right towards Lotek'k. Lightning! Lightning fething everywhere! @ Ashin Varanin would probably be safe from that due to her position on the tentacle that had been turned into an improvised missile protruding from the face of the Terror from Beyond and in any case was a super tank.


Gouts of smoke joined the clouds caused by Siobhan's electrical onslaught. At this point in time her depletion of energy was such that it was becoming physically painful to draw upon the Force in such an aggressive manner. She was feeding strongly upon reserve power, but she pushed on nonetheless. Her bionic eyes glowed and flared as she sank deeper into the Force, then the roof beneath her gave way as a massive tentacle slammed into it and tore it asunder with one hit so that the building caved in. Luckily for her, Siobhan managed to leap into the air in the same moment and surged upward as she flew, though she was panting heavily due to the exertion. Building fragments peppered her and sent her flying through the air without clear course before she regained some control. Lotek'k acid washed over her armour and began burning into her. Beskar'gam was...very, very durable and sturdy, but this was the acidic spit of an old one, so she cried out in pain but kept on flying, tossing debris out of the way and evading tentacles, though she lost grip of her gun and it flew far before dropping to the ground.


Her vision grew hazy as the mental onslaught beat against her mind and she found her concentration split. One tentacle coming straight for her chest was narrowly dodged by her and as a result slammed into a ruined wall to bring it down, but then another suddenly came from behind and abruptly she found herself enveloped by a...very painful and crushing grip that wrapped around her like an enormous anaconda. The ensuing breaking and snapping of bones was very ironic as well since Siobhan really liked to force crush opponents in battle. Again, she might have had cause to reflect upon the fact that she had been tremendously unkind to a number of people in the past if she had not been so focused in trying to escape the grip as the tendril inexorably pulled her further to the maw of the beast.


Ah, crap, that hurt a lot. Siobhan had never understood the naughty tentacles trope! She made no attempt to break out, seemingly vanishing inside the immense tendril that held her in an unyielding grip. It was an effort to even breathe amidst the strain she was on as it sought to crush the life inside her. Then suddenly there was a surge of the Force and the tentacle was abruptly blown into pieces, a force wave unleashed by Siobhan blossoming into a force explosion of telekinetic energy. As the beast bellowed in rage Siobhan, now coated in the foul and sickly smelling blood of Lotek'k, was freed from its grip and falling, descending from her lofty heights to towards a partially caved in roof and with her descent cushioned somewhat by telekinesis, the impact softened by her force aura as she landed. With a deep groan she got up and completely failed, trying hard not to reflect upon the fact that she was closer to the beast than she would have liked, though at least the massive onslaught of zombies was giving Lotek'k something else to swipe at as the legions of the dead charged the elder horror. Many fell, for they were like ants trying to charge a ginormous giant, but where ten fell, there were more to take their place.


Finding herself unable to stand, she had to make do with crawling. Her vision was hazy and images of madness flashed through her mind, mental attacks beat against her like angry rancors. She was getting drained and would be out of it soon, but but the beast was weakening as well. So she stook a deep breath and focused her mind to stretch out with her telekinetic willpower and wrap it around the brain of Lotek'k. Brain damage was a thing and getting hit by one of its own tentacles, Taldir's cryomantic attacks and the magicks Varanin was employing was bound to be unpleasant. A massive telekinetic hand manifested and Siobhan attempted to wrap it around Cthulhu's brain, invisible claws seeking to dig in, tear through and crush it. The very real fingers of her bionic hand curled into her fist as she devoted most of her energy as she targeted the brain of the beast...a huge thing almost as tall as she was, unconsciously working in conjunction with Taldir's cryomantic onslaught. She began to resonate with the Force, creating more and more pressure as gargantuan invisible hands sought to tear the brain of Cthulhu apart. Obviously she was terribly vulnerable at this point, such was the immersion required, and help from her allies would be essential. Especially since her mind would be very much at risk at this point.


TLDR: Sio blew up an eyeball as well, shot lots of lightning, then got beaten up a lot and crushed a bit, is now trying to TK rip his brain.

 

[Jsc]

Karen did her best to remain outwards of the melee. Tentacles held no special place in her bedside manner and she had long ago resolved to avoid acidic incursions. Thusly, you can only imagine her horror at the site of this walking behemoth of anniliation. She lifted herself up to another vantage point, a rare treat amongst flying buildings, and took a moment to throw a few disruptor bolts into the creatures horizon. A rather useless effort even for a Tier One disintegrator.

"Hard sushi indeed. And rather gruff too. Uncouth and uncalled for, I say. This Terror is no fine gentleman. Hmph!"

Even whilest musing, the blue-haired warrior could not help but be pleased with the efforts of the other heroes. Though her pitiable humor lasted only mere moments before other crumbling vista of violent requiem was, suddenly, obliterated.

Enthroned in power and empowered by her friend, Karen Roberts of Corellia once again turned her attentions towards envoking and cleansing the allied forces from harm's abundant dangers. Though her fragile bursts would need to be timed, patient, doubly potent, and executed always in good caution. The last thing anyone needed right now, was another distraction.

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*tl;dr: still removing conditions as @mentioned. raid away! *wink.​

 

[Vilaz Munin]

The same process that he was using didn't do no major damage, at all. Yes, it did do damage, but was totally minor and insignificant than the damage than the others were doing. At this rate, he wasn't going to make a dent on this ancient god of fear if he was just going to stand around, hold the trigger of his heavy blaster pistol for five seconds, and unleash a powerful blaster bolt than if he was to rapid pull the trigger and shoot out blasters at the monster. Once could think that he was envious of how his skills were no match against the godlike powers of these Force Users, but when did he ever needed a supernatural element to take down his enemies? Never. Mandalorians have taken legions of Sith, Jedi, and other enemies of Mand'alor and his people with what they had and because of their adaptation. No, the Mando'ade were not Warriors that were stupid and savage, they were intelligent and they used that to their own advantage whenever they were in combat.

But, what really got Vilaz off was that he wasn't causing as much damage as he wanted to. The others were causing more huge, extensive amount of damage just because they were using the Force, duh. But, in a different angle he seemed to be dead weight since he was barely contributing anything to defeat this abomination. He needed to find a way to deal a whole lot of damage against this monster.

But, the question was how? How could he do such thing? Its hide seemed to tough and almost impenetrable. It was as if it was much more tougher than beskar, Phrik, or any other lightsaber resistant metal or material. Despite all those facts that would make anyone run away it had some sort of weakness and it could be somehow killed. His beskar'gam had weaknesses, he had weaknesses, and even these Masters of the Force had kryptonite such as ysalamirs. And their work and power couldn't stop this massive beast from its work of destruction and havoc.

Now, there was a valid weakness that could bring a massive scale of damage to this god of fear. And it wasn't trying to bring down a building on it. Its inside. Its organs, veins, and bones were being concealed with this armor it carried, but if you were to get in or throw something in it then he or someone could score a critical and direct hit on the beast. And he had the equipment necessary to cause that type of damage. A rocket launcher or a grenade launcher would surely be appreciated, but he only had the equipment he had and couldn't get different weapons to replace the ones he was currently using. Pretty sure the nearest gun shop was destroyed along with most of the complexes and buildings in the city.

He was tired of standing on the ground and shooting blaster bolts, as if it was pebbles being thrown against a tank. One thing that he had that didn't require the force to her him to higher heights was the repulsor pack he had on his back. It was much more easier to use this type of device than using the force to help you jump higher than a normal being. Also, you didn't need to exhaust more of your energy just to do the impossible, you just had to activated the pack and your off flying into the air. Should've done this earlier, way earlier.

Activating his repulsor pack the Redneck began flying into the air and at 90 kilometers per hour he headed towards the beast. But, his tracks were stopped and was sent backwards as the creature let out a bellowing roar from its roar that came out from its mouth. There was friction against the roar and Vilaz's velocity that was going against the wind, but it wasn't enough. There was, however, deceleration as the Warrior was flying backwards due to the friction he was creating against the roar. Suddenly, he could hear the shattering of glass as he crashed into a skyscraper, smashed and burst into a couple of walls of the complex, and stopped somewhere into the middle of the complex building.

"Lil' son of a queen is gonna pay," the Mandalorian said behind his buy'ce and the HUD system blinking violently with red. Luckily, those walls were not made out of metal but some cheap material that you can easily punch without breaking a fist. But, the momentum from the kinetic energy of the flying Mandalorian did hurt...just a little bit. Regrouping and recovering himself from what had just happened a few moments ago Vilaz realized that he had no longer his Bowcaster, a favorite from his arsenal which ticked him off. First bowcaster that he ever bought and who knows where it's at, lovely.

One does not simply tick off Vilaz Munin and live. That's not how things work out. Activating his repulsor pack he darted off to his destination through the many holes in the walls he made and through the shattered glass. Before him, he saw many things. The dead rising, explosions affecting the monster, lightning, etc. Well, he would add something to the amount of damage that was meant for this god of fear. Two concussion grenades were in his hands and would soon be activated when he was closer to the massive creature. Again, he began flying off at the maximum speed of the device towards his main destination.

Of course, there would delays in his course as obstacle would be sent out towards the Warrior such as its tentacles. His HUD system would alert him from his rear, sides and the front from anything that occurred around him. Fear still invaded his mind and with his own mental defenses that were not from the Force, but his own will would tried to combat against the mental attacks of the Lotek'k. The closer he got to it, the more fear would be going to his mind. After all, the zombie horde was enough to keep the beast occupied unless it really wanted to be buried with a ton of the walking dead on it.

After some time of dodging tentacles that were aiming for Vilaz the Rally Master was buy'ce to face with it. Fear was entering his mind more than ever, and if there was one thing he was taught was that fear was for prey. It was not for a hunter or a predator. Opening it's mouth wide the Lotek'k was the one who began to close the gap as it was trying to eat, swallow, and digest Vilaz as it got him into his stomach. Not today. Activating both of the concussion grenades the Warrior then approached the beast and once he was in a range, he thew both of them in its mouth and flew away. Moments later, there would be an explosion coming from the mouth of the monster making it even more pissed of then it was before. Suddenly, a tentacle that caught Vilaz off guard came in and swatted him on the back as if he were a fly and the tentacle a fly swatter. Destroying the repulsor pack making it unusable the Mandalorian was then free falling towards the ground with gravity pulling him towards it. With the little time he had left to make contact with zero ground the man began to roll his body as a rolling utensil that's used to make dough flat just to land on his back. Seconds later he found himself on the ground on his back having the damaged repulsor pack some sort of a pillow that wasn't comfortable, but better than landing straight on your back.

"Shit," he cursed from his mouth and slowly began to getting up and retreating somewhere safe. The recognized adrenaline flowing through his system made him more stronger, faster, and more alert than if he was to just to sit down at a bar and drink some beer. And thanks to his most recent actions the massive creature began doubling more fear and mental attacks against the Rally Master. He couldn't keep up with it. He just couldn't. Now, this was really a challenge. A suicidal challenge.