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Post by The Shadow King on Jul 18, 2015 15:02:02 GMT -8
Flyn keyed off his external comm as the man spoke, then opened up the channel designated for HQ. Command, this is Flyn. I've encountered an unknown militant within the facility and am uploading a pertinent data packet. Please identify and advise. It shouldn't take them long to come up with the relevant orders, so Flyn kept moving while he waited, stepping into the hall and putting some distance between himself and the unknown again. Better to have the advantage of range when you were the only one armed, even if you probably could snap the guy in half with one hand.
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Post by Aherk Fyyar on Jul 18, 2015 16:33:08 GMT -8
Keeping his hands raised, Formidonis tracked the soldier with his keen blue eyes, already formulating a plan. The armor the Juicer wore was dense - far denser than any he had seen before outside of purpose-built assault vehicles - and the weapon he carried was huge. He was moving out of range of his hands, which was tactically sound; the gun was only as dangerous as the grip its wielder had, and most grips could be broken with a few well-executed techniques. But the soldier had gone quiet. He had not been especially prone to conversation before, but the transition from merely terse to completely silent was unnerving. Did the soldier not hear him? Was he just done talking?
No. Of course not. He was doing what all good soldiers did. He was reporting his findings and awaiting orders. The black-haired man would have done much the same.
The smile dropped. It was the only indicator the Juicer got before Formidonis lunged at him, closing the gap with alarming speed and making a move for the Juicer's pistol.
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Post by The Shadow King on Jul 18, 2015 16:44:24 GMT -8
Flyn's pupils went wide and his lungs sucked in a rapid breath as every nerve in his body was cranked up to overload, implants and chem injectors firing on all cylinders as the world around him slowed to a crawl. Well, most of the world at least. The man in front of him was still moving faster than a human should have been able, which meant he was probably a forceling. Flyn snapped off three shots and kept moving back to give himself more time as his new enemy approached.
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Post by Aherk Fyyar on Jul 18, 2015 17:26:34 GMT -8
The first shot hit Formidonis square in the center of mass, and the entry wound exploded as the bolt found its mark, eviscerating any flesh it came into contact with and cauterizing whatever it just missed. The second shot hit Formidonis in the right shoulder, immediately annihilating his deltoid and liquefying much of the skin on his chest. But the third shot was the key; it found its home in Formidonis' head, causing the left half of his head to explode. Three shots from an expert marksman, armed with a heavy blaster pistol, each one hitting their mark at point blank range.
Whatever monster dwelled within Formidonis - glaring at the Juicer through the darkness with a glowing, bright blue eye - did not so much as break stride.
At long last, the emergency lights kicked on, revealing it to the soldier in full. The first round's mark had hit dead-on, and where there should have been muscle, organ, and bone - or, given the pistol's power, a gaping and cauterized hole - there was metal, its chrome-like finish tarnished and carbon-scored by the round. The skin that should have been burned was, but directly beneath it oozed a milky white liquid with the consistency of thick oil, slowly making its way to the floor. The second round had also been a good hit, and where there should have been what remained of a shoulder joint was a large servomotor and the lower part of a piston that would have stood in for a Human's bicep. And the third round, which had obliterated the left half of its face, revealed the visage of a chrome skull with a bright blue photoreceptor and half a set of teeth. The right half of its face was cold, at once completely unfazed by being shot three times and utterly disinterested in whatever life the Juicer had to live for. It would be summarily extinguished.
Whatever distance the Juicer had gained, it adapted its step to counteract, and it was suddenly right on top of the super-soldier. Its left hand shot out like a coiled viper, seizing the pistol directly by the barrel and immediately drawing it back into his body with what would have been an impossible strength, had its bio-sheath not been compromised. Its right hand's fingers tightened and straightened, and with similar speed shot forward, aiming for the Juicer's relatively exposed throat, looking to immediately collapse its enemy's windpipe.
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Post by The Shadow King on Jul 18, 2015 17:40:12 GMT -8
Or, you know, he could be a kriffing robot assassin. Flyn's eyes narrowed and his teeth ground together at that realization, but he didn't have time to be surprised by it. He let the pistol go as the droid grabbed it, and his left hand swept back across his body, driving aside the jab at his throat. Now lacking both of his firearms, Flyn had little choice but to resort to the vibroblades concealed in the gauntlets of his armor, though he was not confident they would be enough to end the thing in front of him. With the distinct rasp of metal on metal, the foot-long blade slid free of its housing as his right hand drove forward and left, aiming to sever his opponent's head at the neck.
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Post by Aherk Fyyar on Jul 18, 2015 18:04:15 GMT -8
The virbroblade, like the pistol shots before it, hit its mark precisely and sliced through the flesh of its neck as though it was air. And then it hit solid metal, stopping cold.
Retracting its right hand, it grabbed the blade itself bare-handed, trapping it with an unshakable grip. At the same time, a quick motion with its left hand flipped the pistol around so that the grip landed in its waiting palm, ready to fire. And as soon as it was, it shot its elbow back and brought the weapon up, keeping it as far as possible from the Juicer as it emptied its tibanna reserves into the metal plates of his armor.
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Post by The Shadow King on Jul 18, 2015 18:16:36 GMT -8
He knew the armor could take the shots, but now the droid had a hold of the blade, and thus a hold of the arm that it was attached to, and that just couldn't be allowed to stand. Ignoring the pistol for the time being as the shots pelted his plating, his left arm rose up and instantly back down, crashing into the back side of his right gauntlet and snapping the blade off with a thunderous clang. This was followed immediately by a vicious front kick to the abdomen in an attempt to launch the droid away and gain space.
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Post by Aherk Fyyar on Jul 18, 2015 18:49:53 GMT -8
The kick worked; while heavy, the Juicer's armor gave him a mass advantage, and it was caught in an awkward attempt to maintain its footing. Forced to take two steps back to do so, it kept firing, its targeting computers placing its internal crosshair squarely in the armor's thin visor. The Juicer had gained the distance he had wanted. But he had lost both weapons in the process. And distance was something it had proven itself more than capable of regaining.
Once again charging towards the Juicer, it maintained fire and shot forward again with its right hand. But as the broken blade rocketed towards the visor of the Juicer's helmet, it immediately dropped into a crouch and angled the blade downward, making a beeline for the side of the armor's knee joint.
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Post by The Shadow King on Jul 29, 2015 21:03:19 GMT -8
With his right arm raised to absorb the shots intended for his visor, Flyn didn't see the blade until it was too late. He grunted as the it pierced the body glove beneath his armor's plating, but gave no other indication of discomfort, let alone the agony he should have been feeling. The juicer chems tended to have that effect, dulling pain and fatigue nearly to nonexistence while everything else was heightened beyond anything a human should have been able to experience. It was this heightened sense of things, as well as his currently muddy perception of time, that granted him the clarity of thought and speed of action to drive his left fist forward as the blade slid out, aimed squarely to pierce the exposed photoreceptor where the right eye should have been. If nothing else, there was a chance he could blind this thing.
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Post by Aherk Fyyar on Jul 29, 2015 22:21:35 GMT -8
The Juicer kept coming, practically oblivious to the fact that his calf muscle had been sliced down almost to the heel. It had barely drawn the blade back out when the super-soldier was on the attack again, throwing a punch at its head. The machine's priorities shifted; at first a mild curiosity at best, it was now determined to bring back physiological data on its opponent. There were several ways of doing so. The easiest would be to simply download the information from the organization's databanks. Failing that, the bloodied blade in its hand could be used to analyze the chemical compounds doubtlessly flowing through the soldier's bloodstream, and possible delivery systems could be extrapolated from there.
But there was a more efficient method standing in front - and on top - of it.
A quick tilt of the head allowed the Juicer's fist to simply sail past its metal cranium, and the droid's right hand seized it by the wrist. Its left hand shot between the Juicer's two legs before going upwards, landing right in the soldier's center line. With speed and strength that only a machine could be capable of, its right hand pulled as its left hand lifted, and the sound of servos and pistons could be heard as the Juicer was hoisted into the air. Coming to a full standing position, the droid turned around and slowly - strong through it was, the Juicer was heavy, cumbersome, and still actively combative - made its way down the hallway where the Togorian attacker had fallen mere moments before.
There would be one more body at the bottom of the shaft before the day was through.
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Post by Aherk Fyyar on Aug 3, 2015 18:30:03 GMT -8
By the time it had reached the elevator shaft, it would have suffered two broken elbows, a heavily fractured skull, several shattered vertebrae, and pulverized hands. But the droid's limbs were not nearly so fragile, nor were its joints nearly as yielding. For all the Juicer's fight drive, his chemically-induced stamina, and his heavy armor, the droid's slow march towards the elevator shaft was inexorable. This had not been the plan. Had the Juicer remained calm and shared what he knew, he could live and the machine could have been on its way to continue its mission. But as the droid learned through several iterations, a backup plan was always necessary. Fortunately, it already had one, stored on a drive in its pocket, waiting for the data within to be parsed and utilized as necessary.
As soon as it was in range, the droid suddenly dropped to a knee and launched the super-soldier forward, into the dark chasm.
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Post by Aherk Fyyar on Aug 17, 2015 19:20:57 GMT -8
Sneaking out of the facility was surprisingly easy. A squad of regular soldiers were moving through the facility on the floor immediately below where the machine had disposed of the Juicer. A few short exchanges of fire later, and the droid passed himself off as a wounded soldier whose squad had been killed by one of the rogue Juicers. From there, he was able to hobble to the emergency medical tent set up a good distance from the main building. And once he was out there, it was an easy enough task to jump on a speeder bike and take off. Sure, the Falleen government would send word to the capital that a soldier had gone AWOL, but by the time the "soldier" reached the capital city, his armor would have been stripped and found in various parts along the beaten path.
Not part of the plan. But machines were far more capable of adapting to the unknown than any organic.
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Post by Yama on Aug 21, 2015 10:10:29 GMT -8
Rescue forces found the large cat clinging to life. Stabilizing and placing the body in a cryotube Yama was shipped out of the area as quickly as possible.
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Post by Alaric Lamar on Jul 10, 2017 14:07:01 GMT -8
A camera panned across jungle growth and underbrush, its lens capturing the now covered bodies of the latest attack. The camera zoomed out and turned to capture the attractive face of a femal Zeltron reporter. Her name was Maya Amez and she had been forced to cover the gruesome wild beast attacks that were plaguing the Falleen. At first the mid-rim bureau hadn't taken any notice, but once the body count and frequency increased they had sent their newest holonet reporter to the jungle world and home of the reptilian Falleen species.
"This is Maya Amez reporting from the field. In our last report we witnessed the carnage that this unknown beast left in its wake as it tore through the town of Mordri at the edge of the Xerxes Jungle. Mordri was only the latest in a string of attacks that have seemingly originated from this jungle behind us. However, as you can see, tragedy has befallen the hunting party of trackers and security forces that have attempted to track down and end this menace. Local authorities were came upon this scene after the noticed that there was no movement or communications throughout the morning. They then came upon this horrific scene. All the tell-tale signs are here, matching previous attacks." Maya caught sight of a particularly well dressed Falleen male. She ran over to him, her camera crew following.
"Lord Zuur, Lord Zuur" She called out, grabbing his attention. The Falleen saw the cameras and looked annoyed but tolerated them due to the attractive Zeltron reporter. The Falleen noble sighed and entertained her questions.
"This is the 3rd attack in your domain, the 7th such attack bordering the Xerxes forest. What happens now?" She asked, eager that he had agreed to answer questions.
"We have obviously not been dealing with this threat seriously enough. The tragedies will end in my lands and my people will be able to rest easy once again. All the necessary preparations will be made for the extermination of this beast, whatever it is." He said to the camera.
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Post by Alaric Lamar on Jul 13, 2017 9:55:54 GMT -8
Zuur's preparations was the mobilization of his household guard. He was considered a warrior amongst his people and an assault against his land was an affront to his family. He was honor-bound to respond, thus he found himself at the head of a small fleet of hovercraft flying across the terrain to the forest. As they approached, the four accompanying STAPs raced forward into the trees. The nimble scout vehicles and their pilots were responsible for scouting out the beast while Lord Zuur and his guardsmen would land at a nearby clearing.
Two flash speeders and an A-A5 hovertruck stopped in the clearing that had only hours before been the scene of the grisly attack on his hunting party and the last known location of the beast. The distance between attacks had not been more than 20 miles apart so Zuur was confident that it remained in the immediate area. Lord Zuur hopped down from the speeder, he was adorned in bright gold, Echani battle armor. His family sword hung at his belt and he was armed with two heavy blaster pistols. Behind him, the A-A5 speeder truck unloaded its complement of 25 Falleen guardsmen. Zuur led his men into the forest, following the monster's tracks, still visible in the squishy ground of the forest floor...
A STAP grazed the trees a mile Northwest of Zuur's position. The Falleen pilot leant left and right, trying to peer through the tree layer and catch a glimpse of what was certain to be a massive monster. He jerked back upright when the STAP's small console flashed as its scanners sensed something. Looping back aground, the Falleen brought the hovercraft very low over the tree line when all of a sudden a black mass exploded from the tops of the trees. Black claws swung up and ripped the bottom half of the STAP and rider to shreds. The remains plummeted to the surface with a small boom...
Zuur heard the beeping in his ear and pressed the small commlink feed, listening to his guard's transmission. "Lord Zuur! The creature! It took down a STAP almost a mile Northwest of your position. We'll encircle it." Thrilled with the prospect of finally bringing an end to the beast, he urged his men to hustle forward. As they approached they heard the sounds of blasterfire. His STAPS had found the beast and now it would be as easy as shooting fish in a barrel...
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Post by Alaric Lamar on Jul 13, 2017 12:33:28 GMT -8
The blasterfire grew louder as Zuur commanded his guardsmen to form a skirmish line. They spread out and created a semi-circle to enclose the beast and assault it from all sides.
"Be careful my lord, it's hide is resistant to blaster fire and..." The STAP rider's voice was cutoff by an explosion as another black protuberance reached out and swatted a second STAP from the sky. Zuur then saw the beast, a mass of black shadow with shiny black skin that was only illuminated by the STAP's blasterfire that impacted against it. The speeders buzzed around it, distracting it as Zuur and his men crept closer. With a signal from Lord Zuur, the guardmen opened fire with their EE-3 Carbines. Utilizing repeater mode they unloaded their blaster clips into the beast which shrank back under the withering fire. As Zuur fired off round after round from his pistol it looked as if they had finally brought an end to the beast's reign of terror.
A moment later the blasterfire stopped as the guardsmen reached to replace their cartidges. The beast found its feet once again and roared. Its cry was louder than anything Zuur had heard before and it left him stunned and sluggish. As his eyes refocused he noticed its charging towards him and the center of their line. Dropping a pistol he grabbed a battle stimulant from his belt and jabbed himself in the leg, the chemicals instantly reacted with his biology. His pupils dilated and he received a beautiful chemical focus as he raised his remaining pistol. He exhaled and pulled the trigger sending a single blast into the monster's eye. It roared in pain and stopped its assault momentarily.
"Grenades! Now!" Shouted Zuur, fear and adrenaline and chems making him seize the initiative. His guards threw a volley of Cryoban and adhesive grenades at the feat of the monster. They exploded in flashes of light, the beast's legs trapped in ice and chemical adhesive. "Suppress it, I will end this." Said Zuur as he drew his sword. At his command the guardsmen released their Falleen pheremones, polluting the air with their chemical influence, directing calming vapors towards the creature. Zuur was confident that the strength of his people would command the beast's will, leaving it open for its execution. To their credit the trapped beast seemed to grow smaller, less shadows emanated from its form as it inhaled the pheromones. Zuur approached the beast, sword raised above his head, ready to deliver the killing blow. But before he could the monster exploded with dark shadows, sending a shockwave of darkness that cracked the ice holding its legs. Zuur was knocked to the ground but quickly stood, sword at the ready, just in time to slice through a black shadow arm that shot forth from the monster. His vibrosword sliced through it where it dissolved into black dust.
His men continued to fire, stepping closer to the beast which roared again and charged. The scene descended into bloody chaos as it ripped through the Falleen...
Zuur and a handful of survivors sprinted through the trees, the sounds of carnage falling behind them. They had to get back to the speeders, they had to flee. Zuur had commanded the STAPs to return to the clearing and bring them the speeders so they could escape. Their breathing was heavy as they ran. Behind them they heard a roar the monster's footsteps through the ground. It was gaining on them. One of the Guardsmen stopped and turned to face the beast, to slow it down. His blaster rang out for perhaps 2 seconds before it was replaced by his scream which succeeded in making the survivors run even faster.
Zuur was gasping now, he felt his legs tire, the beast's lumbering presence had sapped him and his men of their courage. And he could feel it behind them, getting closer. He wanted to scream with fear. Noticing something in the trees in front of him, his mind barely registering what he was seeing crashing through the trees, about to run him over. "Down" He yelled as he leapt to the ground. The survivors followed suit. Just as the beast was about to catch them, the AA-5 Speeder truck exploded through the trees and plowed into it, carrying it back several dozen meters. As Zuur got to his feet he saw a Flash Speeder follow in the truck's wake. "Get in lord!" shouted the Falleen pilot.
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Post by Alaric Lamar on Jul 21, 2017 15:28:11 GMT -8
"Good evening Galaxy, this is Maya Ayez reporting from Falleen." Said a beautiful Zeltron female into a holorecorder. "For those of you just joining us, we have been on station for several weeks covering a gruesome series of what had first been believed to be animal attacks, but the recent expedition by Lord Zuur seems to point to something more sinister. Details are sketchy but it appears that Lord Zuur, whose lands have been the primary hunting ground of this monster, led his own military expedition into the Xerxes jungle. What follows is an incomplete picture of a devastating attack."
The holorecorder pans away from Maya to the gates of Zuur's palace where medical craft and personnel are arriving, clearly some disaster had befallen the expedition.
"This just coming in..." Said Maya off camera, after which the holorecorder found her face again. She looked the picture of concern as she pressed her hand to her earpiece. "I have now confirmed that Lord Zuur has been injured and he and the survivors are undergoing emergency medical treatment. Of the dozens of guardsmen who participated in this tragic incident only 5 have been accepted by medical teams. This is certainly the most serious and costly attack in terms of lives, equipment and pride. Our sources within the palace are relaying that Zuur, near delirious from exhaustion and combat has repeatedly talked about a 'beast cloaked in shadow'. There is wild speculation if the Falleen royal families will call upon the services of the Jedi Knights to defeat this plague."
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Post by Deleted on Dec 7, 2018 7:54:42 GMT -8
Major John Dexter and the rest of Havoc Squad retreated to Falleen, after the Galactic Alliance was defeated by The First Order on the Water World of Mon Cal. John knew that after that lost, he and his team could use the rest and the time to figure out their next move. They had made a small encampment just outside of the Fallen Capital city, for the foreseeable future it would act as their base of operations. Zeez and Mic were down as they had figured that the Galactic Alliance would somehow pull the win out of nowhere. John and Daxu on the other hand had gut feelings that they would lose, but John being the Commanding Officer of Havoc didn't inform the others as he didn't want them to lose any moral. Daxu had figured it out by watching John and how he acted during the Battle, Daxu wanted to confront John about this since their arrival to Falleen, but that was months ago. Daxu could not find the right time to confront John about it, that and John had been doing his best to figure out their next move. John spent most of his time trying to get Admiral Hargrave on the comms, but haven't had any luck.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 24, 2019 8:03:14 GMT -8
Havoc Squad Camp, Falleen.
Zeex was out patrolling the nearby area, making sure that their camp was safe until they were ready to leave the planet of Falleen. Mic was polishing his MWC-35c repeating cannon, just in case they needed firepower. Daxu was off near the city gathering some supplies for them, he had his sniper rifle strapped to his back just in case he needed to take out incoming threats on short notice. John was inside his tent looking at a holo of the galaxy, trying to decide where they should go next. They only came to Falleen, as the conflict with the first order or the sith hadn't reached the planet yet. John know that was now only a matter of time.
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Post by Darth Verenhimo on Apr 11, 2019 6:58:48 GMT -8
Valafar and Raptor squad's shuttle entered falleen's atmosphere and proceeded towards their LZ when a Rocket came out of nowhere and hit the shuttle's cockpit, causing the shuttle to come crashing down into the surface of the planet. A few moments passed since the crash, Valafar and Raptor squad exited the down shuttle and began to examine the damage done to it.
Sir, the shuttle is toast. We'll have to walk from here.
"Then prepare yourselves for battle Commander. As that rocket didn't came from the city."
Valafar, Commander Pierce and the rest of Raptor squad began to head out towards the capital in the same direction that the rocket came from. Valafar reached out with the force and didn't sense the presence of any force users nearby, which meant that whoever shoot them down was a skilled soldier. The thought of facing someone worthy of him cause Valafar to grin as then continued on their way to the capital.
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