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  1. --Continuing off Bar Shaddaa-- The Trandoshan eased just a tad bit as the woman spoke, however it was a far cry from comfort. Trust and words only went do far, yet he was desperate enough to do whatever it took. He glanced at the woman again as she snapped the device and walked onward to an unknown destination. Assuming she was taking Vox to their leaders, he put that little trust on her to do as she said she would. Once she waved a group on over, not seeing the woman waved her hand, Vox tensed up. They scurried over and he was ready to defend himself when the woman decidingely introduced them as her pilot squad. Normally, if a Trandoshan wanted to introduce someone to a guest they'd take the guest over to the individuals. Not have them horde over to the guest, that meant a fight was happening. Or worse. Shaking the thought from his head, Vox listened to the woman but remained silent, clearly not wanting to give his name out. Finally, though, he spoke, "Chieftain." Though seen as petty or arrogant, if the Chieftain wanted his name known he'd tell it. It was like that with all individuals unfamiliar with the Nudono tribespeople, names are rewarded or given out of respect, they were given properly in the way one would ask for each other's names. She didn't give hers, so Vox returned that favor. Though he most likely didn't want to know her name, "Stranger," Was more akin to what he'd likely call her. Vox followed them, half listening and minding himself, he couldn't help but look around. Everything was... Too advanced. They covered the land with spans upon miles of cityscape, there weren't any trees or forests nearby, and there was too much of that foreign music he's grown to loath so far. Especially a preppy song that was recently popular, by these people's standards. It was a city after all, but Vox didn't expect anything like this. When he first arrived he was amazed at such sights, but when he rebuilds his tribe it would be nothing compared to this. He'd rather his people be with nature, not with whatever these profaned things were. But it didn't surprise the Trandoshan one bit. His entire village only had several thousand of the Nudono, their housings were huddled but they allowed nature to take it over. Vines, moss and berry bushes were allowed, however everything else such as weeds and tall grass were trimmed so they weren't in too much a, "Primitive," state... Whatever that meant. They used healing remedies from the earth, their buildings built of stone and clay, and they frequent in the worships and thanks from their gods after a celebration, successful hunt, or even for another day to live. Days back then were simple, they didn't have to worry about falling numbers, invading Slavers, the Nudono didn't have to run from their home and die on an ice planet. It was still a burden on Vox's shoulders, and every time he would think there was a break the memory still burned in his skull. Defeat and sorrow was all he felt since then, happiness returned but slowly. He had friends that died that day, families that if not dead on the impact they fell to either their wounds or the cold. And it will always stick with him, even after he gets the tribe settled anew that day would never fade. It would be arrogance if it did.
  2. Vox

    Nar Shaddaa

    Vox juggled the words in his mind. Something urged him to go, strongly yet nothing forced. The Force, something he'd heard of for first time and was curious of it. But his eyes narrowed as soon as the woman said Sith. Black Cloaks, Sith, the memory came crashing hard when his ship crashed on that ice world. All because of what? Power? A small stolen ship that was to be scrapped anyhow? It was a petty reason to kill, and Vox felt let me shouldn't be taken without a just cause or proper purpose. The only reason he agrees to help these people was to make sure his own were safe, and already half the War Pack were bruised and beaten and tired Vox thought on what the woman said, he was willing to do whatever to gain the strength needed for his people, and though he would never admit it Vox was desperate for any help. His head wavered just barely in thought before stating, "As long as it gives more more information on how to defeat these Black Cloaks, or Sith as you call them, then so be it."
  3. Vox

    Nar Shaddaa

    Raising a scaly brow, Vox listened as the woman spoke. She clearly didn't understand basic Trandoshan but he could understand Common. When he saw her tapping something on a data pad his glance became a curious one. What she was doing intrigued him, maybe recording his appearance? Perhaps he won something, or maybe Romulus, bless his heart, stuck to his old ways and stole an item. A moment later he heard a harsh toned woman's in his species common language and was handed the pad. Vox almost seemed list for a moment before realizing the key pad had Trandoshan alphabet on it. She couldn't speak his language, so she used the device for translation from speaking to hearing. He input the the words on the data pad, however his armored and meaty fingers proved that difficult. Handing the pad back, Vox spike what was written on the pad, unsure how to get it to translate what he had wrote. "I will come only if you'll tell me of this Order." Vox's reply, both typed and spoken, clearly had skepticism. And then it began to come back, what Chaox said about these rumors spreading about the chieftain. He said it started with a jay, and Vox couldn't help but feel it was the word Jedi. However he brushed it aside, it could have been a different word altogether or maybe that was it. His focus was on the woman though, and he'd figured his answers would come later.
  4. Vox

    Nar Shaddaa

    Something shot through his body, almost like a jolt of energy that nearly made him jump. Vox began to question if he'd taken more damage than he thought until he picked up a hollar. He turned out of the doorway and looked around, seeing various strangers walk about until he noticed an individual waving a gloved hand back and forth. Vox squinted to see it was one of those Humans, one in uniform he could add who seemed a bit excited. The Chieftain looked around again but when no one in particular approached her, he'd assumed she was talking to him. Stepping out of the building, his Puncture latched onto the back of his armor and a Spiker to the side, he strode toward her. The closer Vox got the better he could see her, and the smaller she appeared. Then again, compared to an armored Trandoshan many were in fact smaller than him. He stopped three feet when he realized something latched onto her hip. It was one of the blades, much like with what that Sith had, however the detail a bit different. Growing suspicious, something told Vox to ease his mind but he wasn't having any of it, despite the tug of calmness, he was a stubborn lizard at best. "Something I can help you with?" Vox asked skeptically in Common Trandoshan, keeping a good distance. He wasn't sure if this stranger was an assailant, he wasn't sure if she'd been an ally, but regardless he wanted to be careful. After all, Vox didn't have his glaive, and it left him feeling a tad vulnerable.
  5. Vox

    Nar Shaddaa

    Processing and regrouping wasn't difficult at all. It wasn't agitation nor impatience that struck the horde of four Trandoshans, instead, it was relief that they would be sent to Nar Shaddaa for a little, "R&R," as the trooper told them aboard a vessel. Whatever that meant. The entire time Vox kept his trap clamped shut, Equinox using alcohol pads and some sort of healing remedy to patch up his wounds. Most would go away, but the slice across his face was still burning and eventually be a permanent scar. Equinox, bless his soul, did nothing to help the pain when he quietly nagged and nipped at his eldest brother. "I told you, never fight alone, and what happens?" Or, "Quit moving! These may be burns but they can still get infected by bacteria! Last thing we need is for you to get sick!" Sentences and jabs seemed to aggrivate Vox in a special way, moving on purpose or faking a cough, jesting to his younger brother just enough to piss him off, but nothing to send him over the edge. "By gods, mother!" Chaox said across from the two, leaning against a strut with his arms crossed, "Leave him alone, it's bad enough he was defeated by that Black Cloak. He doesn't need to be treated like a hatchling!" Equinox turned his head and said, "Hush it, or you're next!" "That's enough Equinox." Vox said quietly, but the low rumble of his tone spoke of warning. The larger twin stood and put away a medical kit given to him, huffing as he sat down next to the leaning Chaox. It was true, Vox had lost to one of those "Sith," but maybe it was what he needed? A chance to see how they fight, what it would be like, and to his surprise he went toe to toe with one. Alas, Vox made a stupid move and it cost him his glaive. And maybe some pride, but still, he was on a ground just slightly below the Sith, and to live to tell the tale was something much more. Wounded and surviving soldiers spoke in hushed tones, every now and again looking toward the Trandoshans direction but quickly averting their eyes. It gave Chaox an annoyed look, the chin of his helmet resting just above his eyes. Rylast and Equinox made small talk whilst looking over their weapons and how much ammunition they had left, and Vox couldn't help but meet Chaox's gaze when the younger brother looked over. Vox sighed and shook his head, then waved off his brother. With a grin, Chaox took off his helm fully and set it on a seat, walking toward the small group of soldiers. It remained quiet for a few more hours before Vox felt the jerk of the ship. The main doors opened and Chaox found his way over to the three other warriors, grabbing his helmet and slipping it on where it rested just above his eyes. As they grabbed their luggage, the Chieftain asked, "Do I want to know?" Chaox smiled and shrugged as he hefted his Puncture, "I'll tell you later." _____________ After they exited the landing area, the quad of reptilians walked in complete silence either deep in thought or waiting to wash up and rest. While Vox didn't have much for sleep he was all too awake to even close his eyes. One day, he thought, one day he'd retrieve his glaive. Only now he needed a new weapon to combat the Sith, maybe forging a sword this time, training with more dexterity and balance while keeping his emotions hinged. That day was a long ways from here, and now he needed to assess any damage and lost equipment. Once they arrived at their "home" Chaox stopped Box just before they entered the two story building. He waited until Equinox and Rylast were inside and fir the door to close shut to speak" Rumors are going around about us Vox." "By gods," Vox sighed. Well, it was better to be called weak than be dead on that ship, "Do I even need to know?" "Oh," Chaox corrected, his brothers tone catching him off guard, "It's nothing bad! It's actually good!" Vox craned a scaly brow and said, "Continue?" Chaox cleared his throat, trying to find the words to say what cane next, "Apparently half those squads... Well less than half, witnessed your battle with the Black Cloak. I "interrogated" them a little for more information, and it turns out they kept calling you... Um... Something with a J, I don't know what the word was. But anyway, they were surprised you went one on one, blow for blow with that witch. So... You can find victory in your loss... I guess. But if we keep this up we could build a good reputation Vox!" Vox shook his head, he couldn't contain the smile across his face, "Well, like you said, a victory in a defeat. This only gives us time to recover and decide a strategy on hunting us a Black Cloak, maybe Romulus can think of something. For now, rest brother, there is still a lot of work to do." The younger twin nodded before entering the house, the door sliding shut behind him. With a huff, Vox merely stood at the door, his thoughts running amok. His mind took him back to when his father, Paradox, died, and Atrinox quickly took over. They were both gifted with Divines word, yet his own twin brother denied the guidance, instead opting for his own path. Divine however guided Vox to defend his people, he was foresaw the exile, hijacked a ship in which he was guided to follow a specific route. Those that followed died when crashing on the ice world, and hijacked yet another ship. They were then founded by the Alliance, or it's Empire rather. But why? Why here of all places? The sky reaching towers of bustling flying cars, the busy streets, flashing lights, none of it were natural. The mental question came with no answer, and Vox pushed it away. Maybe he was insane, maybe he had a brain eating virus, maybe... Nothing. Maybe it was just his own subconsciounce, or, maybe Divine really did guide him the right direction... But if so, where were the answers? He shook his head once more as he began to enter the building.
  6. Vox

    Corellia

    Vox's smirk faded as he charged forward. He was fast indeed and mustered any strength he had. But such was the tragedy in relying on brute strength in the final blow, and not on patience. The metal boots on the metal flooring was drowned out by the two assailants blades clashing, Vox felt the Black Cloaks blade slid gracefully as she made a slash across his face. His helm did nothing to protect against the hot weapon as it easily sliced through and cut his face. With the weapon so close to his eyes all he could see was a bright orange glow that blinded him. What was worse off, Vox felt his glaive leave his hand and he couldn't even see to correct that mistake. Where did he go wrong? Pride? Maybe. But it shouldn't have ended this way, he should have- and the doors opened as he fell to one knee, hearing blaster fire by the lot sounding the arena. Vox then felt hands grab him as he heard Equinoxes voice, "We are retreating! That's an order!" Moments before, the three Trandoshans were rushing back to the main hangar they boarded. They had allowed the two squads they followed to handle the enemy ahead and for the War Pack to head back and support their leader. They didn't hesitate. As they bust through the doors Chaox almost ran into his eldest brothers Puncture blade, and corrected his near mistake by swooping it up. And that's when he- they saw Vox collapse to a kneel. This sparked a sudden fit of rage as he looked to the woman who appeared ready for their arrival. Wielding both his and Vox's weapons, Chaox fired grenade shit after shot, Rylast getting idea to join in while Equinox scooped up Vox's Spikers and helped his Trandoshan leader to his feet. Putting an arm around the back of his neck, Equinox lead Vox out of harm's way. Looking back he noticed the plasma glaive still on the floor but just as he was about to change course enemies, from behind cover, began firing. He growled, knowing that losing the blade was not something Vox would like, but Equinox knew it'd be a death sentence. "We are retreating! That's an order!" Chaox didn't have to argue or agree with that order, he heard it over the comm link, for when he was depleted of his rounds more and more enemies shown up. He knew the War Pack could end them, but not with that harlot standing there smiling. They would meet their demise staying. Following while reloading his own weapon and providing cover fire, Chaox backed into the entrance of the assault shuttle they traveled on, done of the rebel soldiers returning fire as a few climbed on board. The doors closed and Vox was helped down into a seat. They felt the immediate jerk of the shuttle take off as the thumping of blaster fire ceased. There was an emptiness in his hands, the grasp of his blade loose and completely vacant. Vox should be ashamed... But he didn't. He should have felt defeat and it certainly lingered but what was born from it determination. He should have felt fear, but instead Vox felt relief. The Chieftain battled against an actual Sith and lived, a hard fought battle to add. The burning sensation across his face was painful but he rejoiced in it, it would be the mark of his first battle and never the last one as countless more would be earned. But now he needed to rest, then later, train. "Vox, can you hear me?" Equinox asked impatiently, "If so, nod your head." Vox only did that, nod to confirm that he heard his younger brother. He didn't want to speak in the matter would do nothing but curse from the pain the entire way home. Well, whatever their "Home" was. He sighed as the ride went from a vibrating to a smooth one, a jerk here and there as the remaining revel soldiers patched themselves up, not handling the retreat too well. Despite the Trandoshans capable of ripping them in half should they speak out of turn, even they knew it was a death sentence to stay there.
  7. Vox

    Corellia

    Though he was fast, she was faster. Though he landed blow after blow, she still stood strong. Vox began his descent down to a berserkers rage, and when the Sith slipped into the shadows he could no longer see her. He breathing was heavy and his veins throbbed, the pain doing nothing to help his current condition. He was ready to roar at the woman's words, angering him more until he felt a sudden chill, a calm hand touching his shoulder. Vox swung his blade wildly around until he faced nothing. The burden he carried, the death of his tribespeople, Atrinox's betrayal, his exile, the Slavers... The death of his father. All of it was catching up to him. You're fighting for the wrong side, Imagine the power you could wield. Gods, Vox realized he was becoming too much like these Black Cloaks, too much like Atrinox. His breathing slowed and he closed his eyes, holding the weapon in front of him and focusing on the light of the green blade that produced some luminescence even behind closed eyes. How could a chieftain of the Nudono succumb to his emotions, let alone even fight in a fit of rage? He focused, allowing the sudden calm of silence to take him... To take everything away. It was what Divine wanted, he thought, and he knew he couldn't save everyone not even his own people. A test or no, Vox allowed his anger to slip, he blocked out any sorrow that would come rushing in, his emotions were blinding him and he hadn't even noticed till now. With nothing but the silence, he stood in a readied position, unmoving, listening. The veins still poked from the adrenaline, his heart still raced but he blocked the internal thumping of his own life source. Vox- no, the Chieftain, listened and waited. He was to be an example of his people, calm, compassionate, but firm and fierce even in combat. There was no glory in killing a foe, but there was in fighting for his people, there was no honor in enjoying death, instead there was honor in fighting alongside his brothers and sisters. For seconds, Vox kept listening until he heard the igniting of the blade. He quickly turned and just in time parried the Siths weapon just enough to slash his left shoulder, the pain wasn't as severe but still it was a good burn. She then brought her blade back and stabbed forward, Vox immediately met his weapons with hers and pushed forward, locking the two weapons in a hold. His gaze would meet here, his body close to his own weapon as sparked of orange, yellow, blue and green danced across. For a moment he actually forgave her, but not before shoving the woman forward with his weapon. Vox rushed in in with purpose, not anger or hatred, and swung his Glaive in a horizontal swing, quickly pulled his Puncture out from his back and threw the large blade-like weapon at her. Vox then spun as he threw the weapon, holding his Glaive with both hands and making a short controlled diagonal swing just was the Puncture reached her, then brought his blade back and thrusted it forward at her midsection. ((3))
  8. Vox

    Corellia

    Vox felt the sudden clunk against his armor and he threatened a glance and actually took a quick look. That was enough to give the woman time to pull her attacks. When he swing his weapon the Sith ducked into the attack and struck his stomach. Warning signs going off in the fight or flight, he was able to maneuver his way away from the attack by clumsily backing away in haste, however the energy blade still pierced his armor. The intense heat touched his scales and quickly it severely burned him, but the pain did nothing to help the situation. He would turn for his third attack and another strike came in, except she successfully sliced at Vox's chest. The pain was severe but the cut wasn't deep enough to slice through him... Instead Vox would be missing scales and even muscle. And the pain was what ignited his anger. It flashed in Vox's mind, what these Sith, these Black Cloaks shot down his people, sent Slavers after them, and it began to come back. An anger passed through but it wasn't explosive, it was a calm wrath that felt... To any regular individual it would be gravely disturbing. Focusing on his hurt and hatred, Vox rolled to the side and threw his first Spiker at the Sith, then pulled out his second gun and began a barrage until the clip was empty. Vox would then charge, grasping the middle of the Glaive he swung the weapon thrice: the first was a horizontal swing of green that was low to him, but was at the hips. The second was a right diagonally slash and spun delivering another left diagonal slash. He then pushed forward with a thrust, his speed was great and his strength relentlessly furious, the only thing on his mind was defeating the Sith. Killing or letting live would come later ((2))
  9. Vox

    Corellia

    Vox's smirk faded when the Sith charged, malicious intent was the only expression he could as she moved fast. Very fast. He was no halfwit though. Vox watched the woman carefully and as she quickly swung at his knees he spun the glaive in his hands and blocked the first strike, then Vox dropped and rolled back dodging the next attack and unholstered his Spiker. Raising the weapon he held down the weapons trigger and spewed forth not the typical single shot of a blaster bolt, but a volley of automatic spikes. As he regained his footing Vox rushed forward in an unexpected speed and swung his Glaive in a long horizontal ark. He'd then bring the weapon back and thrust it forward, allowing the weapon to slip from his grasp but grip it when he reached it's middle. His movements weren't barbaric but spoke gracefully, moving much like a flow of water metaphorically. ((1))
  10. Vox

    Corellia

    Vox and co. exited the shuttle his attention was immediately brought to the igniting of orange hues. By now most the squads would be scattered, Equinox and Rylast taking point as usual sides with another group. Vox happened to look up at the Sith, and in common she spoke, "Leave now, or I will teach you to fear mortality." "She arouses me, Vox." Chaox said in Nudono, a slight grin invisible behind the helmet. "You call that attractive?" Vox replied, the two brothers chuckling at her remark, even easing the tension they both had. It was all he really had from having a nervous breakdown, both Vox and Chaox. It was what they had to truly prepare for the battle ahead with an enemy literally in front of them, calmness far better than pure anger. Vox nudged his head slightly, and with a slight wave of his fingers Chaox understood but took off after the other two soldiers. This was Vox's fight, and no one else's, though he couldn't help but feel that perhaps Chaox wanted in on this... No, they can handle the rest, this woman was his. Vox then thought something witty. For the first time in a long time he'd knew he was in trouble, and when it was just he and this woman, possibly very powerful Sith, he merely felt calm and relaxed. Though the tension brewing did not stop churning. With a sigh, Vox stared at her, with his Puncture rifle being holstered and his twin Spikers clipped to either side, Vox pulled from his back the absurd weapon. A staff weapon fitted with an elongated sword-like blade, he activated the main component within the staff itself. In a plague like green, the metal blade sparked to life. Half an hour was all Vox had, and that was plenty of time. In Trandoshan, Vox said to the woman in a dramatic tone, raising the staff held fist in mock, "You dare speak to a god about mortality, wench?!" Vox then stated, "Leave now, or I will teach you to fear Mortality!"
  11. Vox

    Corellia

    It came to no surprise there would be conflicts in the galaxy. Between the Sith and the Galactic Alliance there would be bloodshed, one to rule supreme and the other... to rule supreme. In the eyes of the Trandoshan Chieftain Vox Stormblood, the Alliance alongside the original empire was a force of its own. Maybe not so much a tyrant but a political behemoth from what he's heard, the Chieftain figured the price of freedom would always come with a form of government. Can't people out aside their differences and just live life? That was a hard no. Vox knew as long as there was peace there would be war, his tribes conflicts against the Slavers on Trandosha was evidence of that. And this was the case, a tribe against the raiders. In his case, the War Pack against a much larger empire, fighting alongside a systems alliance. It had been three days since his deal with a Jedi of the Original Empire, after trying to figure out their name, Vox agreed to aid the Alliance in their war against the Black Cloaks, the Sith, in return they would help the Nudono tribe search a flourishing world vacant from the Sith. A world where the Nudono Trandoshans can start over and begin anew, the people free of the Sith... and away from the advanced planets and even away from the Alliance itself. The assault shuttle Vox stood in rocked, shots from below taken from below, above, or from any of the sides. There weren't any windows to view from, probably for the best, but Vox could tell there was a curious gaze about his younger sibling and second beta, Chaox. Where the brothers mind was, it wasn't on the battle to come. As a matter of factley, Chaox was slowly loading his Puncture rifle, leisurely fitting the strand of grenades one at a time. Equinox and Rylast were still as stone, both without their shields but at least fitted with a full set of armor. Chaox cleared his throat and Vox looked to him, the expressionless helmet of Vox looking over as he began to speak quietly, "I have a bad feeling about this, Vox. Here we could get shot out of the sky, but there we could get... something's telling us not to go. Call it paranoia." The Chieftain rest a hand on his brothers steel shoulder and replied, "Worry not. All might be fine and this will likely be another victory." But all may not be fine. This was a flagship of all things they were boarding. An opening made and it seemed the Alliance forces were taking advantage of it. If only the other three were here; Varsus, Krexis, and Romulus. The latter being a technophobe in an enemy ship, he was depressed that he wasn't the one to help with jacking the two star destroyers. The middle was their best sniper, Krexis was skilled in hand to hand as well and generally knew how to stay hidden. Varsus, the former, was always eager to jump in and experience the combat. But due to damaged equipment and weapons needing repair, Romulus stayed to do that, while the other two were recovering from old wounds. And in there, on the ship, Vox began to feel warning signs, Divine trying to tug him away at least not physically but to no avail. He felt he would need to rely on it this time, feeling... sensing something cold and growing colder the closer they grew. How the Alliance managed to get troops and ships aboard the vessel was beyond Vox. But either this will be a successful mission... or it would be a failure that resulted in death or retreat. The retreating would be wise, and well death, how could he lead his people to prosperity if there was no chieftain? The ships pilot spoke over the assault shuttles intercom, stating that they had entered the flagship and would be landing now. Vox bumped Chaox, sensing a nervousness that was unlike the more brutal of the three brothers, "We'll make it through. We always have, and always will." The quad Trandoshans, amongst a few squads of Alliance soldiers, felt the sudden jerk as the ship landed. The doors opened, and the Trandoshans were to be the last to exit the shuttle. As they moved forward Vox's heart raced and already he felt tensed, normally this wasn't the case. Being here, on this ship, it all felt wrong, but if this was the cost of the deal, them so be it. Of the last of the soldiers spewing from the hull there came four armored behemoths, wielding primitive and brutal weapons that have claimed many lives. Here, if they didn't accomplish their goal, they would leave a mark.
  12. Vox

    Nar Shaddaa

    Warping out of hyperspace were the remnants of the fleet who'd raided the Sith Shipping Bay. Behind them were two capitol Kyber Class Star Destroyers that had seen some form of damage. Warping just behind the fleet outside the Nar Shaddaa orbit were the Kyber Destroyers that had few pieces missing, one of them the neck of the bridge somewhat concaved and the other seemed to be missing a chunk of put layering however neither has sustained too terrible a beating. What was a moment of stress turned into shock and awe, the stars stretching toward them only to find themselves a moment in the planets view. . Slinking into the Captain's chair, Vox exhaled loudly, the tension relieving his nerves and shoulders. The man he'd brutalize, a Sargeant Norris Quarl, began to stir and shift and beginning to rise with shaky limbs. That was before Rylast walked over nonchalantly and pressed his metal boot down on the man's back, applying enough force to wake him up and hold him there, but not enough to really do any damage save for the boot print that might be left on his back. Vox smiled just slightly and began to chuckle. Today was not a bad day, and he should be proud of himself. Not only did he, and three other Trandoshan capture two ships filled with enemies, a task which was difficult to the Rebels but he also had a prisoner of war. The fact it took four, Four, Trandoshans who had primitive weaponry bested enemy forces the allies had trouble with, to reiterate. . That smile turned into a grin once he heard familiar voices over the communications channel of the ship. Equinox and Chaox arguing... again. Whatever it was would need to wait however, Vox looked down to the waking Sargeant then to Rylast who still had his boot pinning down the man. The Chieftain ordered calmly, "Rylast, let him up. Go ahead and start cleaning up the bodies we left here... don't want our guests coming into such a mess." . "Sir." Rylast said with a quick bow before doing as he was told. Sargeant Quarl took several minutes to slowly rise. He felt like hell, no hangover, not even the torture that was training could compare to this. Norris always was prepared for the unpredictable, even if caught off guard he was quick on his feet. Had he known he was going again a foe who was bigger, stronger, and more skilled than meager pirates there would have been a possibility for victory. But the Sargeant wasn't ready, just like the insurrection within the docking station, no one was prepared for that. . As they approached the planet Norris looked up through the front panel of the bridge. The Rebel Fleet was still intact, somewhat, courtesy of the Sith Empire. He looked from the fleet to the planet almost recognizing it at first before glancing back to the Trandoshan in the chair. It was then the moment hit Norris like a bombshell, though not tied up or imprisoned yet, he'd been captured... and his entire squadron dead. Glaring at the smiling lizard, the Sargeant demandingly asked, "Where are we?" . Vox didn't answer as through the door some of the remaining crew of Rebels entered and upon seeing the Imperial aimed their weapons. Upon realizing he was unarmed and seeing their hulking ally sitting idle they moved in to confirm the Sargeant was harmless. He'd been beaten to a pulp and was far too tired and disoriented to even throw a proper punch. A soldier holding him with one arm on each side and a weapon lowered to his stomach, another Rebel used something Vox couldn't see to bound the Imperials hands behind his back. The Trandoshan stood and replied to the Sargeant in the Trandoshan tongue, "Enemy hands." . Vox then exited the room where the charred and or bodies were lined slumped against the wall. One was missing though and the Chieftain looked to Rylast who stood against the other wall with weapon held against his chest, "There were three?" . "One survived," The taller tribal answered, "She lost a lot of blood but will receive some form attention for it. I assume she'll be questioned?" . The Chieftain shrugged as he walked past the Shield Brother who began to follow, "By the Rebels, yes. But by us, they don't want us interrogating soldiers lest they would be dealing with the aftermath. Come, once we land we'll meet the other half of our squadron." . As soon as they dropped out of Hyperspace Chaox looked through the front panel of the bridge. From here, the planet was beautiful, the massive cities like flickering lightning bugs in the stars and the different shades of blue, green, and other Earthly tones. The last time he had seen a planet like this was Trandosha when they quickly left, but now he could see a planet and not feel sorrow for abandoning it. Chaox knew they would return and Vox would usurp and slay his other half, Atrinox, to free his people and guide them toward a better future. The question was when it would happen. . Equinox stared at the planet but before he could say anything several Rebel soldiers barged in, and only seeing the two Trandoshans they immediately went to work, stationing themselves to the controls and whatever else Equinox could think of. It didn't matter to him, and it seemed Chaox was reading his mind when the twin began to walk out of the room, the Shield Brother in tow. The two traveled down the hall but would stop against the wall any time some soldiers hurried past them, and they walked in complete silence. Once they arrived to the main door, Chaox took his helmet off, a hissing of oxygen escaping to break the silence. . "So... I guess this is it then." Chaox stated to no one in particular. He leaned against a large metal box, relaxing himself from the insane few days he'd, and everyone else in the War Pack, have had. . "What is "it" might I ask." The taller twin asked crossing his arms. . Chaox sighed as if annoyed to answer, "The last mission before we can rest. Not certain about Vox, but I'm going to wash up, eat, then sleep." . "We could have another mission," Equinox intervened, "Gods knowing I could use some rest as well." . "If we have another, Vox can shove it up his-" Chaox began however was interrupted by his older brothers voice over the comm in the helmet. . "Shove it up my what, Chaox?" Vox was smirking as he managed his way to the cargo hold where the main doors were, ready to exit as soon as the ship landed. . "V-Vox! I uuhhh... wasn't talking about you! I was talking about Rylast!" The shorter twin backpedaling quickly said, "You know I wouldn't talk smack about you, you know!" . There was a silence over the comm link, then two hoarse laughters escaped the radio. The comm link clicked off and Chaox could feel his temperature rising. He knew his older brother was nothing short of a trickster, but that fear turned into joy. He hadn't heard Vox laugh in years, even before they left the planet the Nudono Tribe always fought against the Slavers of Trandosha. It's how the twins list their parents, trying to defend the hatchlings before being gunned down. Of course, that was years ago, and this was now. Chaox had secretly hoped he'd get to explore the city and it's wonders, get some adequate rest before taking off again. And he also felt satisfaction for the first time, for the first time in however long the Nudono War Pack finally got their second victory. . "Choax," Equinox began a bit hesitant, "I'm... Sor... Sooorr... I... apologise for my burst back there..." . Chaox was silent, contemplating the most reasonable and logical answer, but in all honesty he didn't have an answer. He just simply replied with what popped at the top of his head, "Equinox, I understand your pain, as does everyone else. We're going through the same thing, we've lost everything but ourselves. You asked why I glorify my kills, it's simply to take my mind off it. Fighting the enemy is how I take my mind off it. Vox does by usually either honing his skill or simply undertaking something. We've all grieved over our lost ones, but we must not become drowned in our sorrows. There will come a time this injustice in corrected, but only in due time. Vox made me realize that. And please, for the love of Gods don't do that ever again." . The rest of the trip was spent on silence between both parties, collecting their thoughts and ready to get a bath and sleep. Most likely Romulus, Varsus and Krexis got that, but they would still be out of commission. Well, Varsus would at least. Vox felt the mission could have gone swiftly had it been the seven of them, even if divided by a three-four team ratio it still could have gone smoothly than what it actually was. And still, the Chieftain knew the three soldiers- two soldiers and engineer would happy to know that the Nudono Tribe hit heavily and successfully without them. They weren't mere pirates, they were the remnants of a near forgotten tribe that would rise again, for better or worse. And it would either be Vox or Atrinox who would lead after their fated meeting. That time was a long ways away, and he couldn't help but feel that things would get much, much difficult in his journey.
  13. Vox

    Kuat

    These Trandoshans didn't want to stop. Fine by him. Sergeant Quarl, alongside Fizt and Kim moved up. Just as the blast door closed two figures appeared from the end of the hall, hulking things in armor he'd never seen before but it was of no matter. In an instant Quarl saw something flying at him however he quickly ducked for it to go over his head, and that was when he heard the explosion seconds after, much like a grenade but sharper and higher in pitch. He took cover for spikes to fly past impaling the walls and ceiling. The Sarge was quick to notice that Fizt and Kim's did the same however he also noticed the large gash on Kimas leg clearly bleeding profusely. They'd patch that up after they cleaned this mess. . "Return Fire!" Sargeant Quarl shouted, his training kicking in and let loose several blaster shots, the other two doing the exact same. This would be no different than those pirates, he told himself. . Vox and Rylast made their way down the hall, blaster bolts flee past them with a few actually nailing them, sparks flying off the arm and leg guards. The impacts caused the two Trandoshans concentrate focus, Rylast fired a few Puncture rounds, grenades soaring at the enemy where they were crouched and covered at. The force of each small explosion was enough to cause Fizt and Kima to lose their balance or wince. They finally found their ground after a few seconds but found it quite hard to aim with a round of grenades shots at them. Rylast swiftly reloaded but both Trandoshans rushed their efforts and sprinted toward the fire, Rylast locking in his last string and firing the six grenades. . The Sargeant successfully blasted three bolts at the Chieftains helmet, surprised that it was sturdy enough to take the three shots. Then it hit him, the two Trandoshans split taking their targets, the taller of the two with the massive bladed gun hauling toward Kima and Fazt, and as planned Quarl would take on the-! . The bladed pistol or whatever it was swing toward Norris' direction aimed at his head, however fast the bladed gun was he was just faster and quickly rolled out of the way. However Vox saw the blaster rifle raise and spun, easily unsheathing his glaive and swinging it at medium length. The tip of the sword caught the Sarge's rifle tip just as he pulled the trigger and the weapon was knocked away. Vox came back around within an instant bringing up his Mauler shotgun and began to fire two scattering rounds. Norris rolled to the side for the first shot and pulled his pistol and a knife right when the second shot barely missed him. . Firing several more rounds of his pistol, the Sargeant blasted off the helmet and leapt at the supposedly stunned Trandoshan. He grasped at the... Metal! This wasn't the same plasteel the regular troopers used, it was pure solid metal! The thought struck Norris as realization hit him, it was the reason these mercenaries could take so many hits. It didn't stop him from the only second he had to plunge the knife into the Trandoshans neck. However, that hadn't come to pass as Norris was flung against the wall with an audible crack. What happened? He had the enemy by their throat! In his dazed state he snapped to and realized his pistol was gone but still grasped his knife. A large staffed sword came down and the Sarge rolled on his side and upward just in time as the weapon sliced through the wall, getting back in a fighting stance as the lizard yanked the weapon from the wall with ease. He could still feel the immense pain his back, most likely pulled something. . How could he have been that careless? Them again, the foe was smaller and possibly faster, and in his haste Vox almost had a knife to his throat. At that last moment he'd dropped both weapons and gripped the sides of the human and threw him quickly, the knife making contact with the edge of his armor. Leaving the Mauler he kicked up his glaive and raised it, bringing it down to quickly end his foe. That alone was a task for the human rolled away, and now Vox didn't have to hide as the met eye to eye. His slitted pupils meeting the rounder ones, his sword and being guided by his instincts and swordsmanship meeting a seemingly experienced foe with his wits. . Vox heard the human shout, "Where's my back up?!" . The Chieftain could still hear a struggle, a choke from one of his human foes and a pained groan from another before it was silenced with an audible crack. While the Chieftain and the Sargeant were in their own fight, Rylast had rushed the attack caring less for the armor and wounds he'd received. He pulled out his own Spiker and began to fire the rapid rounds of spikes. The two soldiers found themselves pinned around the corner and one nodded to the other. Fizt rounded the corner and took aim only to be grabbed and pulled up by a rough hand. He fired a lucky shot as Rylast was ready to stab him with his Spiker, hitting the Trandoshans hand causing him to let go of the weapon. That didn't stop the incoming limb from hitting Fizt's stomach as his head was let go. This sent the soldier a few feet back, gasping for the wind that was knocked out of him. . Rylast reared but was too late to stop a barrage of blaster bolts. Just when his armor, right leg and arm plating collapsed he'd brought up his Puncture and fire one of the two last rounds. It didn't explode, instead the grenade was launched and hit his foe, Kima, right in the chest. She stumbled back and began to cough violently, specs of blood escaping her lips. She had no time, she pulled out her pistol and would fire two more rounds, one hitting the behemoths helmet and the other hitting his right leg scoring a solid strike. She had no time, for Kima was rushed and the swing of a fist she quickly dodged, however the swing of a blade cut her throat. A moment and Fizt lurched at the Trandoshan, finding his own knife in the Trandoshans side and firing a blaster bolt into his midsection before he was slammed down with a mighty blow of a right fist. . The hit was hard enough to force the human soldier down on the ground and was kicked against the wall. Kima, with blood gushing, attempted to rush Rylast from the side while he was dealing with Fizt but he'd seen her from his peripheral and caught the woman by her throat. Lifting her up, Rylast gave a brutal kick to Fizt's stomach with his metal boot to which the human cried out in pain. In an attempt to get up, Fizt was kicked again and was flipped over to his back. Dazed and in pain, he could see stars in his vision, gasps escaping his comrade and she was being choked out in one hand, and a boot came down on his neck crushing his windpipe with a sudden crack. Fizt quickly went, the last thing on his were his family, his ma and pa and that girl he was supposed to go out with. As the final thought escaped the man, he went limp. . Kima who was on that verge witnessed her friend die, and tears escaped her eyes knowing she'd not only failed the Empire, but her squad as a whole. No. The Sargeant was wrong, this was Nothing like the pirates from before. Her and her squad mates were always ready for anything, even when all the odds were stacked against them by some miracle they always made it out. Kima had seen the worst in society, yet these Trandoshans took the cake. It wasn't until she'd been released of her grasp and fell to the floor. The hulking thing looked down at her and threw down a cloth, to which he grabbed her arm and snapped it, breaking the limb and kicked the guns away. She'd scream, but she was currently trying to breath in oxygen and keep the blood from escaping her throat. She noticed the Trandoshan turn and walk toward Norris' direction and through the pain, and through looking around she understood quite clearly. He didn't want her to die nor use any weapons. She'd be prisoner. And Kima would be damned if she would be in the hands of these creatures! Unfortunately, she didn't get much of headway, with the firearms gone, Kima's only choice was to put pressure and just lie there. Either she would be lucky and reinforcements arrive, lucky and she wouldn't bleed out... or... well, her options weren't necessarily bright at all. . The appearance of the other Trandoshan appearing caught Norris Quarl off guard. He then shot a glance over the right of the lizards side and... anger and grief took him. All at once, he was struck with what the Sith relied on. He hadn't realized that Vox stopped, and the Chieftain said audibly in Nudono, "Rylast, break into that door, we're needing our entrance." . The foreign words were gibberish to the Sargeant, and the sight of his fallen comrades, who'd he spent countless missions and years with, were all but dead. In the sudden rage, Norris screamed some gibberish of his own, mangled words and charged the Trandoshan. His vision turned red and the only thing on his mind was to kill these fuckers. Vox relied on instinct and read the man, though a frenzied for was hard to read he did it regardless. He got in swift and under the Chieftains guard only to receive a punch to the side of the face. It knocked Norris off guard but before he could react Vox gave his strongest back fist blow to the man's right side of his face. Slamming against the metal wall, he woozily saw the glaive being impaled into the ground as the Trandoshan moved forward. With a knife barely in hand, Norris attempted his charge again only to be punched in the chest, knocking the wind out of him. He received two more blows to his midsection then a final one to his face, knocking him out cold. . Vox grabbed the man by his left leg and dragged him, pulling his Energy Glaive from the ground and sheathing it along his back. He then bent over and picked up the Mauler that was dropped. Rylast was knelt down fiddling with the door panel who then said, "Almost. Give me- There!" . The doors opened and Vox entered with weapon ready. Corporal Vane was just finished with arming the bombs and just when he was about to connect them to a hand trigger, not that they weren't connected to the Hyperdrive Controls, he turned with an accomplished look that quickly dissolved. Holding up Sargeant Norris Quarl as a shield was one of the Trandoshans they were trying to stop. Already with blaster in hand, Vane lifted the weapon as the second Trandoshan entered with an odd bladed weapon in hand. Seeing the Sarge brutalized like that, and the amount of blood on the Trandoshans meant he could assume the worst. . Anger took hold, however there was no way to remotely detonate the explosives... not without something to set them off. As the two were close enough Vane swiftly aimed his rifle to the armed explosives, then something hit him. Literally. In the heat of the moment, the Corporal was set ablaze by the throwing of an Incindiary Grenade, brought to yours truly, Rylast. The screams only last a second as the equipment burnt and melted to the man his skin and flesh charred abd cooked. He fell over, barely alive and burnt to a crisp, the explosives on the inside of the terminal were burnt too... but not to the point of no repair. . Kneeling down as he tossed away the Sargeant, Vox glanced to Rylast before looking back at the wiring, "I'd expect this from Choax... Nevermind, I'll disarm the bomb if that's what this is. Clearly that must have been the reason he was in here alone." . Rylast merely nodded with a grin, taking off his helm and kneeling down, "You need help?" . "No... I can't do anything until this is off. It'll take a minute, keep guard." . Vox began to work his magic, from he'd seen from Romulus, wires and disarming things wouldn't be so bad. Right? Vox cleared his mind and allowed Divine to guide him, one wire after the other, Vox began to take apart of bomb itself, a hefty thing he noticed, until it was finally down to the last few chips and wiring. Finally disarming the device, Vox immediately stood and went to the primary controls. He then looked to Rylast and barked, "Seal the door, I need you on controls!" . "This is nothing!" Said a bold Chaox as he took a bolt to the helm. The visor cracked and the helmet became loose, meaning it's usefulness was finished. The two brothers cut down the enemy one by one however not without taking their blows. Reaching the hall to the control room there wasn't much cover nor distance between them. There wasn't much of a resistance up ahead either, two squads dug in like flies to fruit. Utilizing a Spike Grenade, the explosion and impalement of a few Sith Troopers gave the twins that little opening to charge and lay down fire. Once they reached the control room they used their Spikers to gun down anyone still in there. . "This is nothing," Mocked Equinox who by now had lost his own helmet and chest plating, the mangled latex covered steel plating barely holding the man beneath, "Can you fly a ship at least?" . "Sure! Remember the last one?" Chaox asked, getting to the controls he at least knew how to use. . "I remember you almost crashing us the first time. I'll take flight this time, I need you to take care of the rest." Equinox stated, feeling more at home with this part of the task. . "What?! Who let your sack drop!" Chaox shot in a more childish manner. . "Chaox, I Know how to fly, guide, and even jump the ship to hyperspace. Please, this isn't a one man job." More of a plea, Equinox still felt the stinging of their last argument, however he knew damned well that his twin was an arrogant prick to prided himself too hard. . Chaox thought then groaned, hating to admit defeat in such a case, "Fine, but let's hurry! I'd rather not get captured or worse!" . Activating the ships main engines, Vox and Rylast chipped to each other the systems diagnostics, making sure the ship was afloat and moving out of the cargo bay. Slowly, it dipped into space and toward the Rebel Fleet... whatever was left of them anyway. How long were they gone for? That didn't matter, as Vox carefully steered the ship, the flying part taken over by the Chieftain as he barked for Rylast to active shielding to protect them from incoming fire. Another ship, the same one next to theirs, slowly made its way out of the bay just below the first. Equinox and Chaox argued like a couple, though expected of brothers who usually didn't see eye to eye, Chaox turned the shielding on, angry he couldn't use the main guns. The ships separated just further enough to pick up speed, celebrations held once they were out of this mess. . "Vox?" Equinox chirped over communications, "We're ready to make the jump. I've never done this before." . It was Vox's turn to smile and sigh in relief, "Hold onto something, I'm certain that either they'll hook us onto another ship or perhaps they'll give us coordinates to lock onto. Shields will hold up for a bit, be prepared!" . "Yes sir- I don't care if it's your favorite gun! We are not turning around!" Equinox shouted at Chaox unaware of the comm link that was still active. Vox chuckled, relieved that finally they would get some rest. He hoped there would be a good reward for his people, maybe even a bonus for capturing the leader of the squadron. . Vox stared at the human leader for a brief moment before ordering, "Rylast, get him secured. He is a prisoner of war now, and I'm certain he'd have information we need." . "Sir." Rylast simply said before quickly dragging the knocked out Sargeant to where he stood, keeping a watchful with a rifle pointed at him. Rylast had never seen Vox brutalize anyone like this before, but when he though of it not very many species can hand spikes to the face. He forgot how tough the Nudono Tribe were, a mutation in evolution of the Trandoshan Species. It gave them more diversity and in that they were stronger and faster than their common cousins, even if it's by a margin small or large. However Rylast held no forgiveness nor mercy for the enemy, and if they pleaded with their lives they deserved worse than death. They took away his family, his wife, the children who were grown, and his grandchildren who were yet to be born. The Shield Brother followed Vox because he knew there was a fate worse than death back on Trandosha, but he followed the true Chieftain because he still held honor, respect, and kept the memory of the old Chieftains alive.
  14. Vox

    Kuat

    While everyone was getting pummeled in the space fights, Chaox and Equinox scanned their surrounding quickly as they moved forward. Stealth was certainly not something they wanted, Rebel forces continued their damnedest to fight against the Sith forces on the opposite away from Vox and Rylast. They stopped and his around a corner, six sets of footsteps running where they were headed. As soon as the first two Sith soldiers passed the twin Trandoshans acted swiftly. Resulting in a glorious shower of blood, Chaox had pulled the first of the two troops into his Mauler and fired it into the poor man's stomach, a sizeable blown out hole from him and bits of flesh and small passing metallic spikes peppered the two behind them. . Within a second before they could realize what happened he'd already used the blade under the handheld shotgun to rip through the other troops arm and brought up down on the third one behind his second victim. The third soldier saw the second behemoth tear through the other squad mates however just in time dodged the blade coming down. He, however, had no chance as when the troop fired a bolt and succeeded in shooting the still complete helm of the lizard. A low growl came from the Trandoshan as he slowly turned to face the trooper not one foot away, against the wall and firing another blot at the chest armor, which only left a black stain and a crack. Before he could fire another round Chaox knocked the blaster away and came up with his Mauler, impaling the soldier. However he'd not felt satisfied as he pulled and plunged the blade in and out several times. Equinox pulled the twin back as he saw the way this was going. . Yanking from brothers grasp, Chaox looked down at the mess, "He shot me in the face." He simply said nonchalant. . The two began down the hall again as Equinox argued, "This is why Chaox doesn't let you lead missions. Instead of bathing in the glory of your food why don't you cut to the kill?!" . Chaox could feel his brothers glare, he didn't have to at him to know that. Equinox was always stirring some drama and usually belittled Chaox for his brutality, however now they were in the heat of battle and he didn't want this. They two ran across another squad just finishing a pair of rebels and were greeted with spikes, blades, and 100% pure rage and testosterone. Chaox replied calmly as he finished and continued his run, "We should take in every moment-" "And live! To them we are simple sell-swords! Beasts with little mind. You'd rather run off in a random direction, kill many people and be proud of that and prove them right?! Father would be disappointed in you just like he would in Vox-" . It was Chaox's turn now to interrupt as he stopped and slammed the taller of the two into the wall, his armored forearm across the twins throat, "Don't you dare suggest that! Vox may take your talkative ass, but not me! You were bred and groomed just like Atrinox for politics. You know Nothing of what Vox and I went through you pampered punk! While you were "helping" the civilians to board the ship within their safety, the two of us killed and fought for our survival... And You have the Audacity to sit there and criticize my- Our methods?! There's a reason Father never trained you in our arts, it's because you're soft and weak!!" . Chaox hadn't realized at this point he'd been strangling Equinox as gasps escaped from the brother, and from the corner of his vision he saw a quad of troopers coming toward them quickly take cover around the corners that met the hall ahead. He released Equinox who fell to the ground, grasping his throat from the pain. Chaox knew his temper was... quite explosive, but with what the near extinction of his race, the Nudono people, his disdain toward working with outsiders, and his own problems he was prone to snapping. . In quick succession, Chaox rushed forward and while certainly took a shot or two to the chest he'd taken care of the troops until Equinox caught up. Without further words, the twins moved forward, the latter not uttering a word. By now, they'd be approaching the control room... And hope that they can tail it out of here. Chaox didn't want to fall behind nor left behind, he was with Vox when they hijacked another ship on that ice world and even helped with a good portion of it's controls. . Vox and Rylast rushed down the hall, they had to be close! Vox confirmed this when he saw an opening at the end of one of the halls, and that's when they heard a man's. With no patience to waste, Vox continued with vigor and raised his Mauler, Rylast raising his Puncture as they closed in quickly. Sensing his Chieftains eagerness, Rylast threw a spike grenade through the doorway and an audible explosion could be heard, they only hoped however that whoever it was in there weren't too much a pain in the rear.
  15. Vox

    Kuat

    Vox was greeted by a woman and she'd explained to him the situation. Vox was quite familiar with both the Hyperdrive and the Bridge, having hijacked a Sith Cruiser before, he had a basic idea of where it would be. All these damned ships had similar designs and to him it seemed flawed but nothing to complain. At least not now. Vox, in Trandoshan said, "I suppose we'll take the bridge then. It'll be fine easier to find in this maze of a ship." . And though the Chieftain knew his way around that particular ship, this one was different despite similar interior. He felt they didn't have the time to go on a chase, so for him the bridge was much easier in terms of location. In terms of action though? He'd assumed it would be heavy, but no pain no game, right? Without as so much another word Vox and Rylast took off in the direction of the bridge. They ran through the corridors and eventually found trouble, however took out the Sith units quickly as possible. . It took a few minutes, Vox and Rylast took cover when taking fire from the enemy, of course Rylast had his own advantage of grenades and his Puncture while the Chief awaited for the grenade to go off and moved in for the kill with his Mauler. Whatever he missed his followers was swift to finish. One group they met at a corner were rather troubling . Rylast was quick to take some shots before he was forced into cover behind one corner, another hall that was just to the right of him where Vox was lucky to get some protection from. They still had their full armor intact mostly, and those shots would be absorbed before the plating collapses and falls off. They were with whomever joined them, if anyone joined them. . "Puncture Strings?" Vox asked in Nudono, holstering his Mauler and pulling the large bladed weapon from his back. . Rylast checked his side and luckily he still had three strings left, including the half grenade string already in use. He would toss two of the three to the Chief with some force so they weren't shot and blew up. Vox immediately reloaded his Puncture and he shivered at the sound of the click from the cocking. Oh gods, he thought. Looking to his Shield Brother he ordered, "Throw a Spike Grenade followed by a Incindiary, and as soon as that burns I'll lead and you follow. Fire from behind, don't let up." . "Sir, will your armor hold?" Rylast asked as he pulled the two different grenades out, asking out of concern but not ready to disobey orders under any circumstance. Rylast was a loyalist, he followed Vox everywhere, knowing this Chieftain certainly took after the previous. To the core, Rylast never questioned his leader, he just shut up and followed orders even though his age caught up creating the scrutiny and worry that followed it. . Vox gave it a second thought but shrugged, "Not sure, either it does, or it doesn't. Either way, we'll gain control of the bridge." . Rylast nodded as he tied up the Incindiary grenade up to his last spare Puncture String. He threw the Spike Grenade first, wary of the ceiling and the blasts coming toward him Rylast gave a, "F*ck it," grunt and took a few blasts to his right shoulder pauldron, the armor doing its job and unfortunately cracking. The grenade, by some sheer luck, landed right in front of the first few guards or soldiers who were perplexed by the shape of the object thrown at them as they continued their firing. Two seconds passed and the pairs ear holes were greeted with a satisfactory explosion followed by a few screams and what they assumed were bodies dropping. Nonetheless, more soldiers, or whoever was left in the hall, were either nailed by a stray spike or two or simply tried to regain composure, that was until an odd string of balls were thrown in the direction landing slap dab in the middle. . What followed Rylast using his time, immediately after throwing the string of grenades practically, was Vox quickly turning the corner to see a fiery hell that climaxed within seconds into a flurry of six explosions. He rushed down the hall, some troops pinned down the hallway by the fire that only lasted four seconds, charring and literally melting the plasteel to the comrades hit by said fire. The damage from the explosives were at least concussive enough to knock them off balance, however they didn't have the time to regain their footing as a behemoth came sprinting at inhumane speed, firing a grenade launcher at his victims. . The pair rushed their way to the bridge so long do these corridors didn't have any traps or troops in their way, aiming their weapons for the next victim. Meanwhile outside the ship and quickly approaching the other were the twin brothers, Equinox and Chaox, who allowed their armor to take the brunt of the attacks from others before. Chaox saw the blast door closing on itself to which he screamed at his twin to hurry. Equinox threw the shield down and sprinted the fastest he ever had. Chaox made it through just in time while Equinox had to leap threw to make it just before the door closed, otherwise he'd be stuck on the station. The two quickly regained composure and pulled out the Spikers, not much clips nor rounds however they would certainly suffice long enough.
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