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[NightSister]

Natalya hated Balosar wit a boner yo, but dat thugged-out biiiatch could hardly diss wit tha scrilla dis last thang had paid. Y'all KNOW dat poodoo, muthakarka! As she moonwalked back ta her ship, she planned up how tha kark dat biiiiatch would spend her salary when her big-ass booty suddenly heard mad salty voices n' a gunshot. Lookin around, she realised tha noises had come from tha tower dat freaky freaky biatch had just passed. Y'all KNOW dat poodoo, muthakarka! Biatch peeked all up in tha window n' saw three pimps surroundin suttin' - dat thugged-out biiiatch couldn't tell what. Curiousitizzle may have capped tha cat, her dope ass decided yo, but dat biiiiatch was much mo' capable than tha cat, wasn't she?

Duckin below tha window, she looked again n' again n' again n' saw dat what tha kark tha pimps was circlin had been a whoz ass - mo' specifically, a tall blonde who. Upon closer inspection, her big-ass booty saw dat tha biatch was straight-up chained ta tha roof. This was unlike anythang Natalya had eva encountered n' dat thugged-out biiiatch certainly wouldn't miss tha chizzle ta help one of mah thugs outta a tricky thang. Grinnin ta her muthakarkin ass, dat dunkadelic hoe took tha pistol dat she kept bout her thug fo' safety outta its holsta n' poodoo. Well shiiiit, it only had all dem bullets yo, but it could have other uses. Da imprisoned biatch noticed her before tha pimps did, n' dat biiiiatch winked at her as dat thugged-out biiiatch climbed all up in tha window n' smacked tha straight-up original gangsta playa up in tha back of tha head wit her pistol n' kicked tha second hard up in tha chest. Right back up in yo muthakarkin ass. Biatch kicked n' socked until all three of tha pimps lay unconscious then finally turned ta they captive.

"So, upon second thought, I realise I should probably have axed whether there was a phat reason you was chained up. Is there?"

This was a carefully crafted and beautifully written post...what have you done?

 

[Werah Unon]

Werah strutted inside tha ever-growin building, checkin dat tha buildaz had completed tha floor. Shiiit, dis aint no joke. With its inner walls complete as well, tha Headquartas was comin along. Da communications centa was nearly finished, just a lil' bit of wirin was all dat was left yo. Dude
Werah gazed down tha steps, dat had been swiftly cut up by tha builders, n' tha fuck into tha room below. Though still a work-in-progress, tha room was growin rapidly, Plasma Cuttas neatly choppin away tha stone. Closin tha hatch again, Werah went off towardz tha communications center, just up in time ta bump tha fuck into tha chizzle builder n' shit. "Ah, Hello. Our thugged-out asses have managed ta complete tha communications network. Do you wish ta test it out?", holla'd tha chizzle. "Of course. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Send a signal ta mah ship. I need ta git suttin' from there anyway, so I be bout ta check tha connection there", Werah replied. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! Da chizzle nodded, n' Werah strode off towardz his ship. Longin fo' tha dry desertz of Halm, where dat schmoooove muthafucka had dropped most of his wild lil' freakadelic game so far, Werah felt tha wet mud stick ta his thugged-out armour yo. Dude sighed yo, but continued, n' soon arrived at his fuckin lil' destination. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. Climbin inside, his schmoooove ass checked tha com sat. "Zz...Testing, Testing, 123, dis is Com Centa 145...Over..zZ" Needz a lil' bit of adjustment yo, but it works, thought Werah. Quickly bustin a reply, he grabbed 4 tankz of Helium, as well as a lil' small-ass tank of Durin Gas. Floatin dem beside his ass wit tha force, his thugged-out lil' punk-ass fuckin started ta strutt back ta tha base...


...Oh my.

 

[Julian Falkenberg]

Theodredz lyrics echoed up in her ears a long-ass time afta they was spoken. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. Da entirety of Astridz existence revolved round servin tha throne of Midvinter n' shit. Dat shiznit was a cold-ass lil concept she understood well. Why not extend it ta tha galaxy at large, biatch? Da rite of passage ta Beornskald could be gots by protectin tha innoccent of all realms, not just dis one. With not a god damn thang holdin her on Midvinta no mo', tha blonde biatch seriously considered followin tha lil hustla of Heavenshield ta tha Jedi fo' realz. A meek smile crossed her lips as she joined Theo, standin next ta tha body of her late daddy n' shit. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Biatch touched tha blade of his sword, slidin tha palm across tha ornamented metal.

"Us dudes do what tha fuck is right, not cuz it is easy as fuck ....but cuz it is hard." her big-ass booty holla'd, then glanced sideways towardz tha lil' playa - "There aint a god damn thang mo' I strive ta be...than one of mah thugss hope."

Her ass wailed like a lone whale cruisin all up in tha depthz of tha Great Maw yo. Her well of strength was low of courage. Da last up in tha long line of Stormguards, ridin' solo. Frightening, as dat shiznit was liberating.

"Prepare tha pyre." she voiced tha fuck into tha shadows, ta a passin priest. Eodred Stormguard would return ta tha ashes from which da thug was made, up in a torrent of purifyin flames dat would consume his crazy-ass mortal coil yo. His ass would, however, transcend tha fuck into tha golden hallz of Beornskald, where fallen warrior feasted until tha end of time.

"Take me ta tha Jedi, Theodred Heavenshield." tha fair-haired biatch uttered as they turned towardz tha exit of Helmz temple, wit a freshly smoked up path ahead. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! Da palm of Astridz hand slid ta hold his hand tightly, fingers intertwinin wit his yo. Dude would lead her tha fuck into a uncertain future, tha fuck into tha turmoil of tha galaxy, where dat biiiiatch would become a funky-ass beacon of light.

Hahaha, lmao!

 

[NightSister]

Adali dropped a long-ass time hustlin round tha hood tryin ta find anythang ta aid her escape fo' realz. As dat biiiiatch wandered, she admired tha hood she'd gone ta such pimped out lengths ta visit, her lightsaber all up in tha locked n loaded all tha while. In a strange, deadly way, Dxun was rather dope - rather like her muthafuckin ass, she mused. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! Biatch was certainly fucked up when dat biiiiatch wanted ta be, although up in like a gangbangin' finger-lickin' different way.

By tha time she found anything, her levelz of patience, juice n' determination was at they limits - dat freaky freaky biatch hadn't been a Jedi fo' long enough fo' it ta have a effect on any of dem thangs - n' dat biiiiatch was seriously thankin bout crawlin tha fuck into a wreckage n' callin it a night. Just then, dat freaky freaky biatch heard voices - loud, confused, worried - n' slipped tha fuck into tha clearin ta peep a crew of pimps n' a rather bangin Caprine biatch poppin' off ta dem wild-ass muthafuckas fo' realz. At any rate, they didn't be lookin like they'd battle her n' dat biiiiatch was fairly Kool & Tha Gang dat thugged-out biiiatch could take dem wild-ass muthafuckas.

queen put her lightsaber back up in its strap on her arm n' cleared her throat. "Hey," her big-ass booty holla'd cautiously. "Yo ass muthafuckas don't happen ta know a way outta here?"


Holy...what just happened?

 

[Vora Kaar]

Plugged my biography into this.... not mad at all.

Spoiler

Growin up without a gangbangin' daddy fo' most of yo' game is hard. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! Considerin tha last known memory of his ass was when I was a kid tryin ta pick up his hammer, n' his ass chucklin up in tha background. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! I started doin thangs on tha hood Voss ta mah mutha Maya, n' daddy Xander n' shit. Both of whom is Jedi Mastas within tha Silver Jedi Order n' shit. My fuckin Father a well know Lightsaber duelist, n' Telekinesis user, n' mah mutha a Jedi Healer, n' Leader of tha Sage Caste within tha Jedi Sanctum. I grew up wit a younger twin sista n' shit. Freyia. While dat biiiiatch was always tha mo' adventurous one, I was tha one up in da crib studding, n' hustlin. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. Becomin tha dopest I could so dat one dizzle I could fight beside mah daddy on tha fieldz of glory.

I dreamed of bein able ta fight tha Sith ta protect mah crew. I felt as though wit his ass gone, I had ta make up fo' it fo' realz. And as such, I would train dizzle up in n' dizzle out. While mah sista may be goin off ta git on over ta playaz n' havin parties, I was up in tha hustlin yardz wit mah sword n' mah fathers oldschool lightsaber n' shit. Trainin ta become a funky-ass betta bladesman. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch.

Dat shiznit was only recently dat mah daddy had emerged from a cold-ass lil cave upon Voss, dat dat schmoooove muthafucka had come back ta us. I have tried ta grow closer ta his ass as a Son, n' as a Jedi apprentice ta him, n' mah Muthafucka n' shit. But fuck dat shiznit yo, tha word on tha street is dat they can git on mah nerves. I be close ta becomin a adult, n' I wanna be treated as such. They need ta let me tha fuck into battle at some point. I'ma fight eventually. It aint nuthin but only a matta of time.

Preparin mah dirty ass fo' game is what tha fuck I be tryin ta do yo, but mah mutha don't peep dis shit. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Biatch don't KNOW mah dirty ass. Dad was up in tha Galaxy at mah age, Why cant I be, biatch?

Afta hustlin wit mah daddy n' his bangin return from his cave, I had grown closer ta his muthafuckin ass. I wanted ta spend as much time as I could wit tha playa whoz ass had allowed mah mutha ta give birth ta mah dirty ass. I don't like forgive his ass of what tha fuck da ruffneck did, cuz momma was so distraught wit sadness, n' it capped mah crazy ass ta peep her dat way. But fuck dat shiznit yo, tha word on tha street is dat afta seein him, n' gettin ta know him, I understood why mah momma loved his muthafuckin ass fo' realz. And I grew ta like his muthafuckin ass.

Afta hustlin wit his ass n' all dem of his thugged-out apprentices, n' even some mo' hustlin from mah mom, I wanted ta start growin up n' gettin up on mah own. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. I wanted ta become a man. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch fo' realz. And dat is why I joined up wit tha Mandalorian Empire. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Sheezy I still have tha Silver Jedi wit me yo, but I be thinkin tha Mandalorians whoz ass is risin up in tha grill of not havin a Manda'lor is where I be meant ta be fo' realz. A freshly smoked up place, fo' a freshly smoked up kid. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! I be even receivin hustlin from a mysterious playa named @Jericho. Though he may turn up ta be better, I had noticed dat his thugged-out lil' punk-ass beat mah daddy up in a tournament.

I have participated up in mah first straight-up legit battle. I gots all dem scars n' bruises over dat shit. Even as I be freestylin dis shiznit down, mah mutha is frettin over mah cuts yo. Honestly, I wanna bust a nut on tha scar on mah cheek. Maybe it make me look coola or whatever yo, but straight-up, I wanna keep it ta remind mah dirty ass dat battle can be harsh, n' tough cause I gots dem finger-lickin' chickens wit tha siz-auce fo' realz. As fo' what tha fuck happened, biatch? I don't wanna rap bout it all up in tha moment. Just like mah wounds, mah memories is still fresh.

I just hope I can git over this, n' still be able ta train n' big-ass up at mah best.

 

[Popertue Legacy]

Khayla flinched when Cawrion revealed his wild lil' freakadelic gun. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. "What, did you straight-up brang me up all dis way just ta bust a cap up in me son, biatch? I can hit you wit mah word dat I don't plan on stabbin you up in tha back yo, but why would dat mean anythang ta yo slick ass, biatch? Yo ass don't give a fuck mah dirty ass fo' realz. And I don't give a fuck you, biatch. Why should I be loyal ta yo slick ass, biatch? Because I heard you was possibly goin ta offer me a thang. That is why I would be loyal. It aint nuthin but tha nick nack patty wack, I still gots tha bigger sack. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. So if dis be a thang offer, then I'ma remain loyal as long as yo ass is fair ta mah dirty ass." Biatch leans over tha table, gettin closer ta tha mysterious man. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. "Dope enough fo' yo slick ass?"

....

amazing

 

[Vakarian]

Ah, so tha granddaughta of tha late High Mackdaddy was a thugged-out devotee of tha Godz as well. Mysa, as dat freaky freaky biatch had recently stated was her name. Dat shiznit was evident by tha way dat she reacted ta his thugged-out adherence ta her higher hood status dat dat biiiiatch was uncomfortable wit tha respect dat her big-ass booty should be afforded. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! Biatch wasn't tha straight-up original gangsta noble dat schmoooove muthafucka had kicked it wit dat didn't lay claim ta a self entitled ego. That much up in of itself was rappin volumes ta tha playa bout tha hoe beside his muthafuckin ass.

Her lyrics was not lost ta him, rather his thugged-out attentions had been taken by suttin' different yo. His gaze had fallen on tha gates leadin tha fuck into Tháinbroek, gates dat had long withstood tha elements n' forces dat sought ta break them; tha Vinterbound had done so.

Da devastation was not limited ta tha battlefield outside tha hood, rather tha appearizzle of tha gates suggested tha battle had reached tha fuck into tha hood. Da larger Valkyri playa suppressed a gangbangin' finger-lickin' dirty-ass shudder as they drew closer ta tha gate n' his schmoooove ass could feel a lingerin sense of dirtnap fo' realz. As if ta reinforce his suspicions, tha pimpin' muthafucka turned his wild lil' freakadelic gaze ta Mysa Snowstrider n' took note of her unwillingnizz ta peep tha devastation ta tha gates.

This hustled his ass ta tha conclusion dat Thrand had fallen there, thus tha sense of dirtnap dat lingered close ta his muthafuckin ass yo. Dude paused as they neared tha gates n' knelt silently on tha ground wit a sense of reverence n' a softnizz ta his wild lil' freakadelic gaze dat echoed up in his fuckin lyrics.

"May you find yo' rest up in tha Hallz of Odiir. Shiiit, dis aint no joke. May you rise n' join our anscestors up in tha realm of tha gods. May yo' reign long echo up in tha heartz of our people, Thrand Dawnbringer, Lord of tha Valkyr; branger of hope." he rose from his thugged-out lil' posizzle on tha ground n' continued his crazy-ass muthafuckin intended path silently yo. Dude did not look ta tha hoe he accompanied ta peep if she followed yo, but dat schmoooove muthafucka hoped dat dat biiiiatch would overcome tha loss dat she felt.

As tha pair passed all up in tha threshold n' tha fuck into tha hood proper, Máni truly found his dirty ass at a loss. Da creatures had managed ta make it far tha fuck into tha hood, n' tha loss of game was innumerable. Da pyres burnin Valkyri n' Vinterbound alike, tha honored bein burned wit tha redeemed. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! Da Vinterbound had once been honored warriors, from a long-ass forgotten time; redeemed by tha fire dat would carry they trapped souls ta they respectizzle places among tha Gods.

Interesting.

Lol

 

[WolfMortum]

Da rap of Veierez game is one dat you might expect from a Jedi ta have lived so long.

Startin out, da thug was drafted tha fuck into tha Jedi Order by muthafathas dat felt dat shiznit was betta fo' his wild lil' future, while not bein able ta financially support his ass n' theyselves like a muthafucka. When approached by a Jedi Knight of tha Order, they graciously accepted believin dat maybe some dizzle tha game of they lil pimp is ghon be worth suttin' ta one of mah thugs up there up in tha Galaxy. Discouraged from seekin dem up in his fuckin lata muthafuckin years as a hustla still yet ta be taken by a Jedi Knight.

Veiere Arenais flossed skanky skill up in tha application of his swordsmanshizzle yet seemed ta excel up in his fuckin literature n' research assignments earnin his ass a place all up in tha side of tha leadin archivist of a smalla branch. There he pursued his crazy-ass muthafuckin interests up in tha Force, peepin' of tha livin n' unifyin force theories n' often dissin his crazy-ass mentor, tha head archivist fo' further insight. Though tha olda playa was not his Master, he offered guidizzle n' soon introduced Veiere ta tha subject of Niman, a steez of swordsmanshizzle dat might betta suit his cold-ass talents wit tha application of tha force, peepin' ta harnizz both physical n' force tactics durin his wild lil' free time yo. Dude would never grow up ta become a legend or Masta of tha sword arts yet as time passed on, Veiere did slowly learn ta become mo' laid back wit tha use of tha lightsaber, enough so ta feel Kool & Tha Gang up in his crazy-ass mobilitizzle ta take on field work.

There was nuff perilous adventures undertaken up in order ta fulfill tha Jedi Orderz requirement fo' his skillz outside of his home branch, though he hit up nuff others while they remained standing, Veiere took ta every last muthafuckin assignment wit a straight mind n' dat same sense of duty dat he felt up in bustin tha Jedi attire.

Dude continues ta serve tha Jedi Order n' tha Force up in tha dopest dat his schmoooove ass can offer, ta dis day.

This is brilliant, last cut from my bio.

 

[Krayzen Dratos]

My bio

Born ta a long-ass line of Anzati crews dat was part of a thugged-out dark-side movement up in tha Zeison Shan, Krayzen was quickly trained as soon as dat schmoooove muthakarka had reached tha age required ta train. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. Ever since da thug was a kid, tha Anzati decided ta train, n' learn as much as his schmoooove ass could from his crew, n' his karkin lil' dark-sided peers yo. Dude focused on force abilitizzles tha Zeison Sha was known for, includin force weapon, telekinesis, n' force barrier n' shiznit yo. Dude particularly focused on telekinesis, as tha Zeison Sha was a hyped force order, n' was famed fo' they usage of telekinesis.

As his schmoooove ass continued ta grow up, Krayzen also added some other core abilities, like force speed,sense, jump, n' tutaminis ta his bangin repertoire, continuin ta become a bangin Zeison Sha Adept; additionally, Krayzen also gots a gangbangin' finger-lickin' discblade, n' unlike tha Zeison Sha of tha old, he also gots a lightsaber n' poodoo. Krayzen then went on ta learn Form V:Shien/Djem So, focusin equally on both sub-forms, n' quickly become a phat adept user of tha form.

100 muthakarkin years reached him, n' tha dark-side movement up in tha Zeison Sha quickly flossed itself, comin' all up in tha main temple on Yanibar. Shiiit, dis aint no joke. In tha fight, Krayzen witnessed tha dirtnap of his crew. That, combined wit tha dark-sided rage made Krayzen swore a war against tha light, whether dat shiznit was tha Jedi, or tha Makutai.

Afta tha dirtnap of his crew, Krayzen left Yanibar on a hijacked ship, n' left Yanibar. Shiiit, dis aint no joke. For tha next 100 muthakarkin years da thug would do odd thangs, from hustlin fo' a Hutt, ta becomin a funky-ass bounty hustla n' poodoo. This would make his ass adept up in various typez of weaponary; mo' blinginly though, it made his ass add some martial arts tha kark into his bangin repertoire, includin Stava, n' Teras Kasi-the latta up in which he mastered.

One day, when da thug was bustin a mission, which was ta hunt a gangbangin' force sensitizzle (he didn’t know dat shiznit was a Sith), Krayzen engaged up in a thugged-out duel wit tha Sith Warrior. Shiiit, dis aint no joke. Right back up in yo muthakarkin ass. Soon however, Krayzen lost tha duel yo, but dat did not mean da ruffneck didn’t git reward. Y'all KNOW dat poodoo, muthakarka! Da Anzat was quickly offered ta join tha Sith Order, n' Krayzen accepted tha offer, n' soon, da thug was off ta Korriban.

Afta muthakarkin yearz of pimpin-out his game, tha Anzat gained tha apprenticeshizzle of @Tidarius. Unfortunately, his crazy-ass masta went inactive, n' Krayzen would gotta progress without his muthakarkin ass. That was when his thugged-out lil' punk-ass became Konradz apprentice, n' continued ta progress up in tha OS.

Wantin ta also bust mo' juice up in tha military, as well as ultimately help tha OS Army continue they road ta supremacy, Krayzen joined tha army, becomin a Major yo. Dude then hit dat shiznit wit his crazy-ass men, bein deployed ta places like Thracior.

One of da most thugged-out blingin events however up in his crazy-ass military game is when he beat down Coruscant was attacked, n' Darth Mephiriumz forces took over n' poodoo. Dat shiznit was there dat Krayzen, hustlin wit tha Admiral of Konrad von Grimmelshausenz fleet was able ta go, n' strike at Mephiriumz forces, beatin tha livin shiznit outta a Dark Blade Dreadnought up in thep rocess, as well as tha artillery forces dat was there, so peek-a-boo, clear tha way, I be comin' thru fo'sho. Da One Sith Acolyte was also promoted ta Sith Knight, n' was given tha rank of Lieutenant General, jumpin a karkin poodooload of ranks cuz of savin his crazy-ass master(Konrad von Grimmelshausen), as well as provin his karkin loyalty ta tha One Sith Military.

Dat shiznit was there dat Krayzen karkin started conductin pimpment of weapons, slowly yo, but surely bustin innovatizzle shizzle fo' tha One Sith; furthermore, dat shiznit was there dat da thug was able ta quickly gather a gangbangin' followin among tha One Sith Military, establishin a juice base up in tha process.

Life as A Knight:
Life as a Knight had proven well fo' Krayzen. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. In one of his wild lil' first duels, tha General fought Soeht, n' Darth Novus.


His game as a Knight allowed his ass ta bust freshly smoked up allies, includin Cyrus Tregessar, da most thugged-out influential Admiral up in tha One Sith Navy. Krayzen also gained a freshly smoked up ally, Darth Erebos, while also becomin a loyal advocate fo' Isamu Baelor.

Dat shiznit was durin dis time dat tha One Sith Inquisizzle was pimped, n' Krayzen believes tha Inquisizzle ta be suttin' dat do not need ta exist, suttin' dat nuff up in tha One Sith military believe in.


", includin [member="Cyrus Tregessar"], da most thugged-out influential Admiral up in tha One Sith Navy"
What do you think Cyrus?

 

[Cyrus Tregessar]

[member="Krayzen Dratos"]

I approve. Here's the big fleeting post from Togoria.

LOCATION: OUTER TOGORIA ORBIT, THANOS SYSTEM

ALLIES: Out of tha Fight

ENEMIES: Gir Quee | Reshmar | Sanya Val Swift

"Long range contacts, reversion on our port flank! Contacts identifyin as Cerulean Spear Command. Y'all KNOW dat poodoo, muthakarka! Sir, itz a Rehood Task force, approximately twenty ships."

So, tha enemy reinforcements was here, n' right where they could do da most thugged-out damage, no less.

No sooner had they arrived than tha enemy task crew karkin started firin on Battlegroup Fury fo' realz. Admiral Stark was probably throwin a gangbangin' fit right bout now, as his wild lil' forces was tha ones caught up in a pincer formation. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch yo. He'd git over it soon enough, fo' tha moment all dat schmoooove muthakarka had ta do was absorb all dem hits on his star destroyers.

Da initial deception rocked up ta have worked. Y'all KNOW dat poodoo, muthakarka! I'tanz wedge of Star Destroyers certainly rocked up threatening, n' all up in tha moment tha Vainglory was tha target of much of tha enemy firepower n' poodoo. But tha Wyyrlokz was designed ta take hits, n' tha three vessels merged as close as was feasible, rotatin up in n' up closely up in a variant of tha sword-and-shield tactic often utilized by pairz of ships. Well shiiiit, it wasn't a slick defensive technique, tha shieldz on tha Vainglory itself dropped twice n' it took multiple hits yo, but not a god damn thang so straight-up as ta put it outta action.

On tha starboard flank tha Razerz was sufferin tha result of they close-range engagements, n' you can put dat on yo' toast. Two of tha corvettes was pulverized as they faced off against Arendal-class Cruisers, they hulks added ta tha hazardz of tha mine field.Da other three withdrew under heavy fire, wit two crippled n' tha last maintainin combat effectivenizz only by tha effortz of its damage control crews.

They had done they thang, though, drawin elementz of tha Togorian Defense fleet forward while also minimizin tha threat of mines ta larger ships. if tha Rehood forces had made any error so far, dat shiznit was up in assumin dat tha Sith Navy somehow guarded tha livez of dem on its lesser vessels. Comboner had yet ta stake a cold-ass lil claim, even afta tha purges. One advanced by virtue of skill n' mo' than a lil' bit luck, dem on tha a poodooload of corvettes n' frigates knew tha risks associated wit dem wild-ass muthakarkas.

Dat shiznit was tha price paid fo' ambition. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. Cyrus' ordaz was short n' ta tha point.

"They've taken tha bait, launch strikes on all tha enemy cruisers, coordinated time on top, Boneshatta n' Star Wings up in concert. Take dem cruisers outta tha picture n' Sar'theron should have no shiznit rollin up tha enemy flank."

As Battlegroup Fury fought simply ta hold out, Battlegroup Rage continued its advizzle tha kark into tha now basically defunct minefield. Y'all KNOW dat poodoo, muthakarka! They'd lost four corvettes ta cook up a hole, n' now they exploited it as dopest they could. Y'all KNOW dat poodoo, muthakarka! Boneshatter-class Frigates darted forward, covered by tha heavy glockz of tha Vanguards, launchin volleyz of Assault Concussion pistols at close range all up in tha exposed Arendal Cruiserz of tha Togorian Defense Fleet.

They did not operate alone, squadronz of Star Win Pt IIz (escorted by Allegiant-class fighters), split tha kark into three divisionz of four made timed runs ta coincizzle wit tha Assault pistols fo' realz. A four-pronged strike, wit each side consistin of a potentially devastatin spread of ordnance. Nor was there time ta focus defensive efforts on tha Boneshatters, as tha rest of Battlegroup Rage closed quartas up in tha wake of tha pistols, hustled by tha Sanguinary.

Da most poodooty was yet ta come. Nestled ta tha centa n' rear of tha Sith fleet was DesRon 23 n' tha Flagship. Two Dark Blades n' a Immortal which had until now been silent, each vessel simply accumulatin targetin data compiled by tha fleet at big-ass n' tha Furtizzle up in particular. Shiiit, dis aint no joke. Now as tha two fleets closed n' shifted, tha massive Indomitable karkin started ta shift, targetin one of tha MCE-55z dat had dared ta move forward ta try n' shield tha Delphin frigates.

Aboard tha vessel, Vice Admiral Kyra Mir peeped tha scene unfold wit a growin sense of mirth

"Confirm fire control qualitizzle data on tha lead MCE-55, what tha kark did you say its name was?"

"Achilles, ma'am."

"It betta check its karkin boots, all weapons fire at will."

As one, tha Contempt, Arrogance, n' most hella tha Indomitable opened fire wit they long range weaponry on tha unsuspectin cruiser.

There would be mo' ta follow.

Emphasis mine.

 

[Tanomas Graf]

[Objective] 4 Is it a funky-ass bird?
[Post] 2/20
[Allies] Da First Order
[Enemies] Pirates

Da Reprisal was continuin its turbolaser onslaught against tha contraband convoy as a pirate frigate suddenly blew up like a muthafucka up in a gangbangin' firebizzle of debris n' hypermatter n' shit. Captain Graf smirked as dis happened, tha Reprisal hadn't taken a scratch while tha pirates was already losin one of they own, "Launch Alpha squadron, I want tha fightas ta take up what tha fuck we can't while we mop up tha frigates fo' realz. Also, git a tractor beam lock on dem freighters, pull dem up in as soon as you can n' dispatch a squad or two ta clear up any resistizzle within them, tell dem ta set fo' stun." Graf ordered, not takin his wild lil' fuckin eyes away from tha viewport.

A minute later, five TIE/FO starfightas launched outta tha dorsal hangar bay. They flew round expertly, dodgin tha turbolaserz of tha enemy frigates while drainin they shieldz wit they laser fire, tha point defense lasers on tha frigates would be a issue but tha fightas was piloted by tha dopest n' only da bomb fo' realz. A crewman announced from one of tha pits dat they gots a tractor beam on a gangbangin' freighter, holla'd freighta slowly pulled away from its convoy n' was pulled tha fuck into tha gapin maw of tha star destroyer.

Explosions engulfed tha area as another one of tha frigates was fucked wit by tha combined strength of tha destroyer n' fighters. Meanwhile, tha Reprisal gots another lock on a gangbangin' freighta as it too was pulled tha fuck into a hangar bay ta be cleaned up by tha squad of naval marines. Graf ordered tha crew ta concentrate fire on tha turbolaserz of tha frigates, then ta bust tha AALs over ta board tha frigates n' take dem over, afta all it would be wise ta widen tha fleet of tha Order or scrap tha frigates fo' much need metal.

Da multiple lil' small-ass explosions signaled tha destruction of a shitload of tha turbolasers on tha frigates as tha AALs flew outta they respectizzle hangars n' towardz tha frigates, guarded by tha squadron of TIEs already launched. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! Da other freightas fuckin started headin towardz tha Reprisal as they too was trapped up in tha tractor beamz of tha destroyer, though they would not be able ta fit inside of tha hangar, instead they was goin ta need ta be boarded by tha AALs when they came back.

Fifteen minutes lata tha AALs finished they boardin actions on tha frigates n' moved ta tha freighters, skeleton crews was busted over ta take tha ships ta tha Dosuun shipyards, while contraband was moved tha fuck into tha secure confinez of tha star destroyer n' tha freighta inhabitants imprisoned up in tha brig ta be invigorated later n' shiznit fo' realz. All up in all dat shiznit was a successful operation fo' tha Reprisal, tha destroyer ejected tha freightas up tha fuck into space fo' another shizzle ta come tow they ta Dosuun as it headed towardz Vassek ta assist up in tha ground operation n' space if needed.


Holy crap I'm dying, my sides.