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Post by Shaman Odin Alfodr on Feb 26, 2013 17:05:05 GMT -8
*Onderon's surface was covered in plains, mountains, and jungles.*
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Post by Kor Tal'cona on Jan 5, 2014 15:44:18 GMT -8
The silhouette of the mountains vastly covered the planet's surface in darkness; Onderon had always offered a variety of different beasts and creatures, making it the home to some of the galaxies most prominent beast-hunters. Known to none, was the red twi'lek beast-hunter that clinged to the outskirts of onderonion civilization, remaining within the planet's vast jungle and mountainous terrains rather than in the city. The man's reasons for his profession was a mystery to those very few who had ever seen his face and realized his species; a manipulative species that was prone more to caves and dry deserts. He had spent years camping out amongst the beasts, priding himself in one day capturing and taming the great drexyl beast that dominated the Onderon. He spent his nights in the darkness, solely wrapped in his dark brown cloak for warmth; no fire, no light.
Kor rested nonchalantly upon his perch in the mountain wall, his eyes scanning the open terrain below him as the various creatures of the planet made their general roars and snarls. His ears tracing the echoes of the beasts as best that he could; he was searching for specific beasts, ones that would either fetch a fancy price in Iziz or the famous drexyl that he would tame for his own personal use.
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Post by Sauthril Caelan on Jan 5, 2014 21:46:20 GMT -8
(Post Kuat Battle :Forward Observation]
Some might think you deserve a break after war. A period of healing and regrouping. A time to recollect your thoughts, but that was not something that was givin when you were a cleanser. Very rumor, every chance we were sent out on secret missions. This was one of those times for my son and I. Though few men besides the master knew that secret. After the battle we had been sent to Onderon. "The Priest" had heard of the so called beast-riders, a group of people that had a gift to control the many species of beast that rampaged across the worlds. And it was a sight, no actually it was a technique that he wanted to hear and see for himself. So Malek and I had been sent here to bring back one of these so called beast tamers.
There was times when I was glad the master had deemed it necessary to dress us in his fashion. Simple religious robes and a set of boots. The forested terrain was easier to transverse when lightly geared. Though it didn't much protect from the insects, or random branches that snagged are arms an scrapped thin layers of skin away. Minor annoyances, irritations we just had to deal with. It was one of plenty as we followed a trail that looked easier to pass through, it had less of the shrubbery so less fighting to move forward. Though for the time being I was letting Malek lead the way. It had been his assignment, I was just to tag along with him and help if there was any resistance.
I was impressed with how he had turned out. He was growing into quite the man I had hoped. With help of are master, I see now that he had a better vision then I, when he forced me to remake my son into one of use. I watched in silent amusement as we trudged though the forest, listening to each branch, and leaf snap as we walked over it. Three years now, we had been working together in the name of the Dark lord, bringing those who deserve his honor, to light. Though Malek still was in that stage where "The Priest" Could do no wrong, he was a faithful servant. A man of honor and code. I could feel my chest swell with pride walking behind him. Though I never outwardly showed it. Expressions of feeling were not accepted among the Cleansers, we were to show no tool of weakness.
Though I cared little what they thought, one look at my son and you wouldn't worry about what he said. He took after his father luckily, standing at five foot, ten inches taller then the rest of the family other then me. Same short cropped hair as me, but shared the dirty blond colored his mother had. His body was well fit strong muscle outline, and even stronger jaw line. His face and body showed strength. Yet the blue eyes might have shone some kind of love at one point,now there were cold and calculating. A Deep vertical scar over his right eye showed some battle experience. But you want to know what made me laugh the most, the poor boy had received the same parting hair line that his father had. Just off his left eyebrow you could see the line working his way back. Made his forehead seem larger then it was.
Now I was different, I stood six foot seven. Same muscular build, but instead had black hair. My face was not as lucky as his, I did not adorn any scars or trophies of combat. Nope just the slow aging face, shadows setting in under my eyes matching my dark brown eyes. My own gifts for countless sleepless hours working and studying. Where my son stood straight and trim, I was more relaxed my shoulders hunched slightly. You could say the true difference between us, was time. Young verse the old
Malek came to a slow stop raising his hand upwards, and closing his fist. A sign that we were to stop. I Approached silently watching every step to make sure silence was the only thing around. Though I was confused at the sudden stop. All I could hear was the sound of leaves swaying in the air, the wind blowing. Every once in awhile you heard the sound of beast howling in the distance. But that was not shocking, we were in a forest after all. Intruders in there domain. I peered to my left, then to my right. Looking for what might have cause are halt. And what I saw surprised me............Not!. There was trees, that was it. I didn't sense anything so with a growl I slapped my palm against my forehead. Raising my back I bent backwards listening to my back pop in several location. A sigh escaping feeling re-leaved. If we were going to be stopping then I was going to take a rest. Placing my back against the wall I slid tell my butt rested on the ground, I stretched out my right leg leaving my left bent and rested my left arm on its respective knee. Malek deactivated his saber. "So Son would you like to explain to me why we are stopping suddenly. We could cover at least another click before nightfall." Malek turned towards me a stern look on his face. I could only laugh as he crossed his arms =Malek="Russ you know that The Priest would punish you for speaking that openly. You know that we don't speak of are relationship! O dear, We are out in the middle of no where and someone might here that your old man called you out, for what you are. My flesh and blood. A burst of laughter broke the silence around Now tell your old man whats with the sudden stop. Malek turned around and took a couple steps away activating his saber again preparing to move yet again =Malek= This is where we were told to keep are eyes out, Their is one rumored to be just a little farther north-east of us. I wanted to let you know, to keep you're sense up. We have no clue if the being is alone or if he may have pets for us to deal with us...Wouldn't want MY old man to get hurt.
There we go, finally I could see a human spark in there, and not that of the drone mentally most new recruits had. I had figured by now he would be like the rest of us vets, a little more open to certain things. But he still carried on like that of a new recruit and it scared me. Malek was right thought, as i pulled the data pad up and gazed over its content this was were we had been ordered to look. Two clicks in any direction of the initial coordinates. Climbing up from the ground I brushed the dirt and debris from my tunic. Well if we are going to continue best be ready for anything. I drew the light-saber from my side. Leaving one hiding within the holy tomb at my side.
It would take us several more hours of trudging through thick shrubbery, and forest to reach the original coordinates we had picked up from the locals. From there we would split up one going east the other west, at least 2 clicks before we headed to are next set of coordinates. Ultimately we hoped to cover the entire 2 click perimeter in a day, 2 at the most. If we couldn't find anything by the fifth day we would leave this planet, and if I felt nice I would leave it with a note of safety. It depended on how I of felt before I left here, though by now I wouldn't mind seeing a little less green and a little more red. What can I say there is certain things you just cant take out of a soldier, and that small want of Destruction is one them. Oi vey, good thing I'm on the side that allows such actions to happen frequently. |
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Post by Kor Tal'cona on Jan 6, 2014 21:55:56 GMT -8
Time passed as the twi'lek perched himself upon the mountain side, his emerald green eyes scanning the terrain for his prized beast. The vicious echoes of the mighty drexyl beasts had begun to bellow again the mountain wall causing minor tremors upon the mountain. The moonlit surface below began to darken by the shadows of the great flying beasts, the sight was impressive to Kor. Long sense had he searched for a Drexyl worthy of claim, worthy of setting him in a substantial status upon returning to the capital city of Iziz. His mind began to focus, his lekku tightly twisted around his neck as they twinged, his senses subconsciously began to expand and focus.
Kor knew it was time to move into action, he silently retrieved his two vibro-daggers from their sheaths upon his back, holding them upside-down within his increasingly tightened grasp. He launched himself off his perch, elegantly performing a spiral corkscrew style dive until he flipped forward to land upon his feet. His landing came with a soft thud, scattering the soil like dust as he landed in an almost kneeled like position. He quickly and decisively took off in at a quick pace, silently moving across the darkest shadows as he stalked the great drexyl beasts.
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Post by Sauthril Caelan on Jan 9, 2014 21:26:55 GMT -8
(Post Kuat Battle: Forward Observation)
Now there had to something said about the tranquil the night could be. Most would be that most of the inhabitants of the forest would be slumbering, but most of its darker predators came out at now. Hearing the howls of the nights predators, it was a energizing call to us. It cause are hearts to beat faster, are bodies to warm. This was are call, are night to be the hunters, and what better prey then a living person. With gifts you truly don’t know. This situation was turning into quite the thrill, and I could sense radiating from Malek.
Reaching the coordinates that had been given to us was not a hard task. In fact it had only been a few hours at most. At least We assumed so, seeing as we started the trip before the sun set and rather far into the evening. This was the point in the trip when Male and I would separate. As the old saying went, we could cover more ground if we split up. So I came to a stop watching Malek stop and pull a flask from within his tunic, then bring it to his lips taking a swig from his flask. Before tucking it back into a pouch with in his tunic, he offered me a look as if asking if I wanted a swig. I waved him off as I moved passed him and turning left before a giant tree trunk.
Malek, he would go right and scout two miles west and then swing back down south. I would follow my path right, heading east and then swing up North. We hope to do a complete sweep of 2 mile radius of the data. If we found any signs in that ground that the target was elsewhere then we would follow it, but we would not be happy. I took off in small jog at first warming myself up. Drawing the dark gift into my body and feeling it flow down into my legs like the tide sweeping in. As my legs started feeling the power washing over them I turned my head back to look at my son.
First one back gets lashings when we return boy! There was laughter that echoed behind me as I burst out in to a full sprint added with the power. I would be the first to find tonight’s treasure, and I would get to earn the rights of, The First Breaking.
There was never any subtlety to his work. I swear Russ was about barbaric as the rest of them. He cared little for protocol, and matter of fact it was highly irritating. Why The Priest had parried us I couldn't fathom. It was a slap in my face frankly and it was only made worse by Russ admitting that we related. Though I felt indulging him was better then reciting the rules, for he knew them better then any. We were made to love no one but the Dark God, and to form connections with nothing but the holy text. He had been forbidden to mention are tie ever outside the company of himself. So regardless of the fact we were in a jungle by are selves it was unacceptable.
But he was correct who ever first found these so called Beast-rider heathens would be sparred a lashing. If I cared any, I might feel bad for the old man. I knew he would get the lashings here, I would not fail The Priest, and had no problem making sure Russ did. The big difference here was time, Russ had to much laziness in his work. He though it joyful to sport in these things, to make jokes of are work. I did not how ever, I followed everything as it was laid before us. And I would take my time, being more thorough with my search. Right arm tensed as I swung the crimson bladed saber in slash’s to clear my path, letting nothing slow my advance down. I kept my sense up using the dark gift searching for any sentient being besides are selves, and reading the ground around me for signs.
I couldn't have been hour into my path when I heard the echo's of large creature above, and just as I raised my head I saw the beast fly above me. What in gods name was that? I caught myself saying out loud. Then an Idea struck me. We were here hunting a beast tamer, what better way to find one then tracking suck a large beast. Surely if are target was out here, then something like this was going to draw him closer. I came to a stop suddenly which caused me to slide of the brush on the ground. I immediately started off after the creature, taking a note from Russ's book and drawing the Dark Gift into my body, and directing it towards my legs. |
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Post by Kor Tal'cona on Jan 12, 2014 17:47:15 GMT -8
The night had grown cold, a slow cooling breeze began to sweep across the plain from the east; the branches amongst the many trees of the forest began to rustle, the old trees creeked as they swayed with the wind. Kor's lekku twinged as he ran across the surface of the forest, his irregularly enhanced senses flourished as he sped through the trees. He tracked his soon to be greatest achievement across the jungle until he had finally arrived at the beasts temporary nest. The large drexyl had landed within a small clearing of trees, perching itself upon a great boulder, deeply entranced in a slumber. The red twi'lek beast-rider remained hidden amongst the bushes directly behind the flying predator, taking all the precautions he could to remain silent and unnoticed.
As he nonchalantly nestled himself in the bush, he couldn't help but stare upon the great beast in astonishment, for he thought taming the beast would be his greatest achievement. The twi'lek had never flown upon a beast before, everyone he had tamed in the past were mostly quadropedal beasts that could only journey upon the surface. He was both eager and afraid, upon arriving his fear had begun to set it; he knew this drexyl would be a powerful beast, one he could not let himself naively under-estimate. Though, even amongst his fear, he knew he couldn't remain in the bushes forever, the beast would most likely awaken at first light and fly back to the mountains; it was time for action.
Kor quickly pulled the two coiled ropes he had across his chest in the form of bandoleers out from under his lekku and over his head. He knew, as he began tying the rope to his two vibro-daggers, he would only have one chance at capturing and taming this beast and he could not fail.
The brief thought of failure coursed through the crevices of his mind as he tied the two daggers and ropes together. "Failure is weakness, weakness is death", the repressed phrase penetrated his mind, sending a cold and morbid shiver up his spine and into his lekku.
Violently, Kor shook his head to eradicate the memory of his past; he had to remain in the present and focused upon his objective. As he finished the two knots.. He wrapped the loose ends of the ropes around his forearm and held the hilts of the daggers within the grasp of his palms. He tightened his grip as he slowly and silently stepped out of the bushes and approached the great beast. His body shaked in fear as he approached, tiny drops of sweat began beading down the back of his head all the way to the tips of his lekku. Dust from the dry surface kicked up and scattered upon every advancing step, it was growing even more difficult by the second.
Alas, as Kor neared the rear of the Drexyl, he quietly stabbed the two blades all the way into the ground and almost instantly took off at a fast paced run towards the large boulder. Quickly, he closed the two-meter distance to the boulder, taking two steps onto the great stone before launching himself as powerfully as he could over the sleeping beast. The red twi'lek performed an excellent double front flip, skillfully turning his body around so that he faced the front of the great beast. Within seconds he abruptly landed upon the dried surface, tightly pulling the ropes down upon the great drexyl as it awakened.
The drexyl let out a violent roar as it was attacked, almost instantly it began violently thrashing it's great wings in an attempt to free itself. The twi'lek jerked down upon the rope as hard as he could, refusing to let the beast gain the advantage for even a second. Though, what would happen next, dumbfounded the beast-rider.
As he thrashed around, desperately attempting to hold the beast down, Kor held out his left hand almost upon instinct and the beast suddenly stopped thrashing and turned his fierce gaze to stare into the emerald eyes of the twi'lek. It was almost as if they're minds had suddenly connected; the drexyl's thunderous roars had turned into mild grunts and snarls as he calmly glared upon Kor. The twi'lek subconsciously took a step forward; and another step; then another step slowly closing the few meter distance between him and the beast. He had always had a way with beasts but this time was different, the emotions and urges that was tearing through every vein and muscle of his body had almost created an aura around him. As he cautiously took his final steps up to the beast, he held his hands out to brush across the cracked skin of the beast, his mind focused and almost linked to the drexyl. It was as if his thoughst and the beast thoughts were one; his fear subconsciously implanted calm thoughts into his own mind, though it seemed the calmer he tried to make himself, the calmer the beast was becoming.
As his hands slid up and down the flesh of the drexyl, he couldn't help but feel confused as well as excited to have captured the great drexyl. Though, what had transpired during the capture had him lost for words as he remained focused upon the beast.
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Post by Sauthril Caelan on Jan 13, 2014 11:55:42 GMT -8
(Post Kuat Battle: First Contact)The beast may have been large and in its natural territory, but it could never out run me and the power granted to me. So for the hours that passed I remained underneath it, following it where ever it went. This was surely where I would find the target, with such a large beast I knew with every fiber I was growing closer to it. That’s when I noticed a change, the beast was starting to slow. Possibly looking to land on the ground, now this would be a trophy worth bringing home. If I found my target I would happily take with me this creatures head. One Xeno's filith down and with the capture of the target, fortune would shine on me with the favor of The Priest. My thoughts were soon answered when I saw the beast stop in mid air, its powerful wings beating as it lowered its self. The gust almost catching me off guard, and causing me to stop. As the beast touched down I launched myself into the air landing atop a branch overlooking the clearing the beast now lay in.
Slowly I withdrew one of the Pistols we had all been assigned from are teacher. Loaded with, one clip of explosive rounds. Pulling the chamber back I loaded, ready to use when I needed. My eyes scanned the floor around the beast. Waiting and watching I tried to slow my breathing, the sustained use of are dark gifts left me breathing shallow sweat forming on my brows. That’s when my eyes caught it, the movement from the trees. At first my stomach turned, weariness overtaken by unadulterated hate and loathing. Before my eyes stood not one heathen, but two. The species know as Twi’leks. From records they were a species that had abilities to tap into the Dark gift, but many had served as Heretics amongst the damnable Jedi.
I was unsure of what to do now. Are code, hell my own body screamed for blood. To collect the head of such, abominations. Yet I stood here frozen watching as the heathen trapped the beast and then slowly seemed to calm it down. Was this was the Priest was looking for? But it couldn’t be. He wouldn’t ask us to capture such a thing, it would have been law to cleanse it immediately. To wipe this stain from the area. But here we were sent, and now I was stuck between law, and the Priest’s commands. What was I to do?
I didn’t have time to think I realized as I shook my head, trying to remove these thoughts and feels. First and foremost was his command. He was both Leader and lawmaker, so if this was what we were here for, I was captured this abomination and let the master deal with him in his own way.
I drew the dark gift into me one more time as I pressed off the limb launching myself into the air. Twisting my body as I jumped so that I would flip over the distance an land facing the beast and heathen instead of from behind. But if I had to bring back this….this thing, then I would make his trip home miserable. I pulled the gun up or in this case down as I passed overhead, my cloak flailing in the air is I soared above, my finger hugging the trigger closely. Aiming I waited only a moment before not once, but thrice I pulled the trigger. Each with a loud BANG as the hammer slammed down and expelled the bullet through the barrel. Each shot aimed at the base of the flying creatures neck. Each bullet would sink into his skin and then ignite. Blowing the Creatures head from his shoulders.
“Heathen you are under arrest for crimes against are Dark lord, you will submit or be broken. Those are your choices!” I yelled as my feet hit the ground, me dropping to one knee. I raised my head as my uniform settle into place, a smile forming. One that should me wish, nigh my hope for blood.
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It had been several hours and I had made my two mile marker east. Now I was to head north, I took a moment to gain my breath as I stood there looking around me. But atlas rest was for the weak, for in the distance I heard the sound of a shot. No three shots being fired. Dear god what had Malek gotten himself into, had he finally found are target? If so I hope that those were warning shots I was hearing. I couldn’t wait, once again I took flight across the Terrain headed for where the sound came from. I reached out with my mind seeking to connect with my son so that I could have a better sense of where I was headed.
"Remember Malek we are to bring the target back alive, Stay calm. We both will be punish severly if you kill the target!"
I knew that it would take me a bit to get there. But I need Malek to stay calm, to give me a chance to reach him. I feared that his hot temper would cause us to lose the target, and I was not ready to taking twice the lashing for not only failing to bringing the target back, but for not stopping Malek from killing said target. |
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Post by Kor Tal'cona on Jan 13, 2014 20:49:23 GMT -8
Everything happened so fast, Kor stumbled back several feet as the head of his greatest capture suddenly expelled from it's body toward him. In the anxiety of his capture, he had dropped his guard and never heard the man's leap into action, causing him to suddenly fear for his life. The fear swelled deeply within his veins, anger suddenly boiling inside him as a new found hatred for the stranger before him began to consume him. Kor's emotions ran amuck, he had finally achieved his greatest goal and all was shattered only seconds after due to his own lack of cautiousness.
A vile snarl visciously escaped the red twi'lek's lips as he began to react upon instinct, ignoring the man's commands and plunging himself into action. It was only seconds after the occurrence before he regained his balance, he refused to die and refused to surrender. Simultaneously to regaining his composure, he removed both his DL-44 Heavy blaster pistol from the holster on his right hip and the custom engraved phrik sword from it's sheath on his back; he held the blaster in his right hand and the sword within the tight grip of his left. Rapidly he began squeezing the trigger of his heavy blaster pistol sending multiple blaster bolts tearing through the air towards his assailant. As the red twi'lek rapidly unleashed the volley of blaster bolts, he quickly sped off towards a nearby boulder that would provide him with some defensive-cover.
"The egotistical boost you have proclaimed by killing my beast is your weakness! Weakness is failure!"
His words echoed through his mind as the sudden flash of his past only momentarily blinded him. Kor hadn't been in any confrontation with another sentient being in many, many rotations. His rage was enflaming inside him, thoughts of only death and suffering of his new found adversary was all the empowered him. His lekku twinged and wrapped around his neck as he plunged himself back into the moment.
He leaned to the side, moving his heavy blaster pistol around the boulder to once again take aim at the assailant. He was acting almost entirely upon the adrenaline and impulsiveness of his rage. As he aimed his sights upon the man again, he once again unleashed another volley of blaster bolts, intending to hopefully overwhelm the stranger. As he fired the blaster within his right hand, his left hand's grip fiercely tightened upon the hilt of his phrik sword, almost as if the blade itself was itching to taste blood.
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Post by Sauthril Caelan on Jan 20, 2014 11:14:24 GMT -8
(Post Kuat Battle: First Contact)
There was some kind of sick enjoyment I got out of watched the flesh blow apart, blood sprayed into the air, and the look on that idiots face as the head leapt at him. Worth every moment spent coming to this planet. It was only made better when I sensed the things sadness turn to anger, and hate. It was like a choir, but the ending was suspected. I was already placing the gun back in my holster when I saw the man start to draw weapons. Rather than be caught off guard I drew on my dark gift once more summoning my saber to my right hand. Instantly I thumbed the activation button, causing the red saber to burst to life with audible hiss. As this man geared to defy me, I was ready to end it. When the first sign of movement caught my eyes I lunged forward, first the crunching sound of a branch snapping as I stepped on it, then a bang. It was nature to me, as my left arm grasped a hold of my saber also tilting it diagonally blade tip facing my down to my left. I felt the saber push back as the first shot bounced off its just right, sending it soaring into the air. I start the saber quickly in clockwise motion; catching two more shots and sending one back towards the shooter the other into the dirt in front of me. Though I was not fast enough to catch the other two shots, a twist of my lower half kept me from taking shots in the abdomen. Instead as the heathen tucked behind the rock and I slid to a stop smoke bellowed in the air, from two holes burnt into the loose shirt of my outer-layers.
I swatted at the holes as the moments went to silence, besides the humming of my saber. When it seemed the smoke had stopped, I looked forward at the rock. Smiling as words floated from behind it, words coming from the man drowning in hate. Slowly starting to move, I moved around the rock the same way he went around moving as silent as I could. I figured if I followed him quietly he would most likely by instinct peek out the other side, assuming I was on the other side. I was still feeling the ware of using my dark gift so much and I was hoping to not have to use it any more then I needed to. In fact if I could use it to make one last move and end this fight I would be happy. But that required me being able to see his body fully and not expending myself to hit him behind the rock. So I waited, though continuing to let my dark gift flow into me. I was not ready to cut myself off from it, call it a mild addiction to this power. My body didn't feel complete unless it was somehow drawing or using the power. "Do not speak to me of weakness foul being, it’s through pure strength that I am not outright killing you now. Once again lay down your weapons and submit, you will not be hurt......Much. Both ways, you are out of luck, because my partner will be here shortly and you will come one way or another. Or would you like to call that bluff? I wasn't sure how this creature would react, as far as I knew he had no clue neither Russ nor I were out here. I had assumed that since the Dark priest had taken an interest in this being that had some kind of gift rather on a normal bases, or sub-conscious. But so far I saw no such inclination that he had any kind of power. But I wasn't going to test it; he would be captured, handed over to "The Priest" and then everything he knew drawn out before us. Once we had what we were looking for, death was all that would await him. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
All I could feel was the quick changing aura's in the distance, the sounds of shots fired. Then nothing. It was like they vanished from where they were. I felt things getting tenser. I was moving as fast as I could, and could feel myself tiring. I couldn't help fear the worse with the sudden silence that Malek had decided to kill are target already. I cursed myself for choosing the path I did, if I had gone Maleks way I would be there Instead of him. Shaking my head I threw those thoughts aside, knowing it was too late to play the guessing game. I was drawing closer to where they had been, I could still sense Malek presence, but outside that I was getting nothing.
As I ran I could see a clearing coming up in the distance, I slowed down hearing words being spoken. Not sure if I was interrupting I slowly approached the clearing stopping behind the trunk of a rather large tree. I wanted to make sure I was not jumping in at a bad moment. I peered around the edge, seeing Malek circling a boulder his saber already activated. So I was right there had been battle here. Scanning the area I saw what was going on. There was a Red being hiding behind this boulder, and lucky enough I had come from the right side to see him clearly. As I studied him it became obvious why the battle had started. The being was a Twi'lek, a lesser creature in are teachings. The lust must have taken over Malek and now all he saw was a heathen that needed cleansing. So then it appeared Malek had been sidetracked. A smiled as my body relaxed. This was up to him now; I would not interrupt in this battle. Even if it meant his death. |
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Post by Kaine Australis on Aug 29, 2015 18:14:57 GMT -8
This post is a part of the Shard of Alderaan Closed RP Since the Mandalorian occupation of Onderon, new infrastructure had been going up all across the world. Though cities like Iziz were the centers of civilization on what was still a wild, untamed, world, the spaces between had little in the way of population. The Mandalorians had established several enclaves away from Iziz. These bases and outposts were connected to their supply dumps and landing areas, as well as the major cities, by the MandoRail Network.
This network of large-gauge, high-speed cargo trains that ran on maglev tracks spanning the entire planet was a marvel of engineering. Constructed to withstand the aggressive fauna of Onderon and its nearby moon of Dxun, as well as resist firepower up to capital ship size, the network would remain standing long after the walls of Iziz had crumbled to dust. It could move thousands of tonnes of cargo and personnel anywhere on the planet, and ensured the Mandalorian occupation of Onderon was both efficient and logistically sound.
The maglev tracks were suspended from colossal towers that stood every dozen kilometers or so, both powering and supporting the magnetic tracks. These huge, golden structures were laminated in beskar, super tough Mandalorian iron, making them nigh impervious to attack. A turbolaser would struggle to dent them. They had been horribly expensive to construct, but once complete, they were able to withstand the elements, and anything else Onderon could throw at them.
The trains themselves were long, sometimes stretching for kilometers. Some cars were basic flatcars suited for stacked cargo, or larger items, others were covered cargo cars, or the most rare, armor-reinforced security cars, that held the most valuable items. One of the regular services was known among locals as the "Beskar Express". This train carried the imported iron from Mandalore that was used in building the maglev towers, and was heavily guarded to avoid any heists by pirates or other ne'er do wells. The "Beskar Express" had several cars modified to mount heavy weapons for defense against aerial attack, and other flat cars suitable for landing fightercraft, particularly Mandalorian Bes'uliik fighters, that could easily maneuver to land on a speeding train.
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Post by Cuyan Skirata on Aug 31, 2015 16:51:12 GMT -8
Cuyan was waiting at the station waiting for the train to finish loading. He'd been contracted to provide protection for the colloquially named Beskar Express, and was eager to get it sorted. The Kyr'galaar had been ruined on a job, and Cuy had barely managed to land it. He'd been forced to sell most of what he owned and scrap the ship, the liquid assets having been put into new armor and weaponry.
His helmet was hanging from his belt as he leaned against a wall, his WESTAR-M5 hanging at low ready as he smoked a cigarette. This was going to be particularly boring job, but the Australis aliit'alor was paying him quite well for it, so he couldn't say no. Should be easy enough.
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Kaine Australis
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Post by Kaine Australis on Sept 12, 2015 15:04:01 GMT -8
Kaine had been on an inspection tour of the beskar express, and was relatively pleased at what he saw.
The train itself was sixty eight cars long. The boxy black engine was followed by a security carriage, housing a full platoon of ori'rami'kade, outfitted with pair of roof-mounted quadlaser turrets, and another security carriage which contained secured heavy weapons, and twelve potted trees in two neat rows of six.
Following this was thirty 30m enclosed cargo cars, with removable boxy durasteel cargo containers bolted onto them. The cars had doors on either end to facilitate unloading, or could be unbolted and the entire container lifted off.
After these were a spare security carriage that was usually used as a break room, and an empty flatcar that doubled as a landing pad.
Behind this was another thirty cargo cars, 50m long, and flat, that were stacked with building materials, or had heavy equipment strapped down.
On the end of the train was another pair of security cars, again with roof quadlaser turrets, and the final car was a mirror image of the engine at the front of the train that was kept inactive, but could be used if the main engine failed.
All in all the entire thing stretched a little over two and a half kilometers from nose to tail. Kaine had parked his shuttle on the flatbed of the central section, but would ride with the security personnel in the lead carriage. He had given his officers free reign of the train, and allowed them to make their own security inspections, just to keep in practice.
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Darian Beviin
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Post by Darian Beviin on Oct 7, 2015 0:25:34 GMT -8
A hundred warriors stood along the rail lines on either side, strictly at attention and with arms held aloft for inspection. Conscript soldiers from Manda'yaim, brought to Onderon specifically for the task of protecting the Empire's most precious resource. Though no man claimed the title of Mand'alor, all of the people Ashrah Intalbo left behind took the legacy tightly in their grasps and refused to allow the spark he had given them to die. Though one crusade ended, another began: the crusade called progress.
Imperialism was beautiful. Darian stood overlooking the scene from an observation platform, outdone by Clan Australis' quick work fortifying Onderon. Once upon a time, Boba Fett had driven the Mandalorian economy into a prosperous boom that lasted several generations. Evidence of his legacy shone brightly here today. "Kad has gifted his children again," the Priest murmured with a faint smile of approval.
His long, thick mane of dark hair fell down his shoulders and Darian had to reach up to bat it out of the way. His face streaked with dried blood and herbal poultices that functioned as both war paint and weak sedative, the High Priest of Kad Ha'rangir leaned against the guard rail.
"Battlemaster Beviin," a young, feminine voice called. The jade eyed man turned slowly to face the speaker. "I am Yasmina Tul. I wanted to come thank you personally for accepting the duty of guardsman."
He looked her over kindly; it was not often a young Mando woman came forward to simply thank someone for accepting a job. In fact, the action struck him as odd. "I... only recently adopted the culture. Well, I mean, it adopted me? Ugh, I'm still learning."
The woman stood slightly shorter than he. Her blonde hair was only just longer than his, but neatly swept back over her shoulders and out of the way. Her armor was a dull blend of grays and greens, though Darian doubted she knew anything about the significance of her armor's color. Yet.
Understanding flashed across the man's face. He could see the confusion at his appearance struggling to hide itself from her expression. "It's alright," he told her, "it is a very welcoming culture, you will come to learn. But please, I have not been called Battlemaster in many years. Call me Darian."
"Another young man, Rikard Dev- his mother was a Beviin. He told me about your exploits in the Beskar war-" Darian glanced away at the mention of the campaign, one that had been before... the incident. "You're as close to a hero as meeting one of the Clan Leaders, or Mand'alor himself. It's an honor-"
He held up a hand and shook his head. "No, no," he chuckled. "I am just a man. Please, Yasmina, I would rather not dwell in the past."
She was about to protest when Darian directed her gaze toward the horizon, where artifical light poured down over the tracks and the scream of fighters overhead beckoned for the train to initiate its maiden voyage. "Do you know the laws of our people?" he asked her thoughtfully.
"The, uh, Rezzul nah-ree?" she tried to annunciate the word and butchered it horribly, which drew a short laugh from him. "Sorry, I can't get the inflections right, yet..." Her bright blue eyes matched his, fearful that he might be judging her. Darian seemed not to mind her blunder, which gave her some relief.
"The Resol'nare," he said, his accent apparent as he spoke the word. "Six actions, it means. The six things we do that make us Mandalorian."
She nodded slightly, unsure of where he was going with this lesson. Darian indicated the train below. "This shipment will become armor for our people," he explained. "This metal is our lifeblood. A single ounce of beskar is worth hundreds of times what the best metal any other people in this galaxy can produce. It offers a defense far greater and holds an edge far longer."
He patted the tomahawk that hung from his belt, and her curious eyes found the weapon a moment later. It was faded, but obviously well kept, and the edge appeared keener than any blade she had seen yet. Darian smiled at her. "This is the future for Mando'ade. It is my duty to preserve it. I could do nothing less."
Yasmina glanced up at him in awe of his words. Many men were devoted to ideals, or fought blindly for their beliefs. Never had she met someone who truly embodied the will of an entire culture in every breath. Despite the crude nature of his attire- a cloak of chain links and tattered cloth- the enigmatic man before her truly loved his people. "I will remember that," she whispered breathlessly, struggling with the gulf between them. A newborn and a veteran standing so close, yet she felt millions of miles away.
"What made you decide to change your way of life?" he decided to change the subject, because if the conversation were an ocean, she had been drowning in it.
"Uh," she stammered, "uh. I wanted a family." She blinked, then blushed, then held up her hands vehemently. "N-not like that!" Darian stared blankly at her as she continued to redden. "I was born on Taris, but my father left me and my mother died birthing me. I struggled to make a living in seedy bars and gambling what money I managed to make. I met a bounty hunter who told me about the Mandalorians, and how their culture was virtually a giant family."
Darian's mouth hung open for a moment, then he guffawed.
"What?" she asked. "I'm serious!"
"No, I know," Darian chuckled. "But that is... the most apt description I have ever heard, and simultaneously the most inane." He took a breath and settled the laughter in the pit of his stomach. "Just like any other family, we give, and in return, you give back. Once you understand, you will learn where your heart lives. I hope you find what you're looking for, Yasmina Tul."
She paused as he said those words, then tilted her head. "Um, what are you looking for, Darian?"
He considered her words for a long time. They stood in silence as another flight of Bes'uliiks screamed overhead, and wild winds blew their hair out of order. Darian stared hard at the formations below as they shifted in preparation for their journey. "A good death, I suppose," he answered quietly.
Her mouth fell open, but no words came.
To Yasmina, the thought of such a man seeking death was heartbreaking. Her eyes threatened tears, but Darian was beyond seeing them. "Not with any immediacy, I mean. There's much more to be done before I die." He turned to face her and smiled when he saw her despondent expression. "I mean, a worthy death in battle is what every warrior seeks. Anything less is an insult to Kad."
She almost asked who or what Kad was, but decided against it. Too many questions might begin to annoy him. "So you just meant that's all you really want. Like, there's nothing you would ask for given the opportunity?"
Darian laughed. He reached over and tussled her hair. Yasmina beamed. "With newcomers like you, the Mando'ade already have the brightest future ahead of them I could ask for."
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Cuyan Skirata
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Post by Cuyan Skirata on Oct 15, 2015 9:26:45 GMT -8
Cuyan had finished his cigarette and had boarded the last car of the train. He was expected to report at the lead car, but decided a security sweep on his way up would not go amiss. His helmet cycled through vision modes, scanning for unusual heat sources, unexpected electronics, nonstandard radio frequencies and of course any explosives. He moved quickly but thoroughly from car to car scanning and clearing.
His mood was dark, as it often was when in the presence of other mandalorians. It had been long since he felt at home with them. Still, money was money, and he was in desperate need of it.
Over the next hour and a half he swept the train until he came to the last car.
"Cuyan Ha'rangir, reporting."
The guard paused a moment, confirming, and opened the door to let him in. Cuyan saw his employer and several other men within and nodded toward him.
"Aliit'alor."
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Mórrígan Dubh
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Post by Mórrígan Dubh on Jan 22, 2016 1:08:07 GMT -8
Wwwwwwweeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee....... A whole bunch of those messed up little prove gadget thingamagigs fall to the ground. You know - the ones that landed on Hoth in edisode 6. All of them take all kinnds of pictures... audio too! And all of it is directly streamed onto Uncle Dearg's TV. Enjoy. 
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Epona Dubh
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Post by Epona Dubh on Feb 12, 2016 2:28:05 GMT -8
*Trotting about the terrain Epona's mind wanders as to where all of this will lead. The planet was quite comfortable. Something familiar was in the air. Shestooped eating some fruit from the vine. Time ticked away*
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Mórrígan Dubh
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Post by Mórrígan Dubh on Feb 12, 2016 18:24:18 GMT -8
*Mórrígan stepped out of the Sentinel eyes scanning the terrain. She had prepared herself for anything or at least though so. The sight of what appeared to be a rider on hourseback was nothing out of the ordinary at first glance at a distance. Upon a second more detailed observation one realized that the horse did not have a head and the rider was not sitting anywhere near a workable way on the animal. It struck Mórrígan that she was actually looking at a centaur. As the beast moved closer there was a natural an impulse to flee. Mórrígan fought back the primal instinct to flee into the depths of her conscience*
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Epona Dubh
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Post by Epona Dubh on Feb 12, 2016 18:24:49 GMT -8
*Epon watched the ship as it as it came down and landed. She wished to run but was drawn towards the vessel. She moved along cautiously at first at a slow trot but halfway through the move was at full gallop, pulling to a stop in front of Mórrígan she looked down saying simply* “Hello.”
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Post by Mórrígan Dubh on Feb 12, 2016 18:28:35 GMT -8
*Mórrígan with a wide smile and a wave of the hand led the way onto the ship*
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Epona Dubh
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Post by Epona Dubh on Feb 12, 2016 18:31:45 GMT -8
*Following without a word Epon stepped into the ship the hanger shut tight and the ship picked up into the air slowly rising and disappearing behind the glowing sunlight*
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