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  1. TerrorBot

    Tatooine

    Ruin glanced around at the Jedi’s command. There, exposed in the sand, the hilts lay. The dark clouds desperately wanted to kill the beings before they could do damage to the artifacts. Ruin laughed. He would do more then damage. Amongst the roaring and the blinding light of the Jedi’s use of the Force, Ruin jumped at the hilts and raised the hammer over his head, and then brought down hard. The crackling of red energy from the kybar crystal in the hammers head moved like the lines from a blaster. The moment the hammer’s head connected with the sabers was obvious. The shockwave generated echoed for miles in the desert. Sand erupted upwards and outwards around the sabers. If it weren’t for Ruin’s weight, he may have been thrown back by the force the hammer generated as well. The spirits screeched. Their aura began to fade as their hold to the material plane loosed. Ruin raised the hammer again. The sabers, broken into a few pieces, were not fully destroyed. Again, the terror droid smashed the things, his gears overclocking themselves to bring the maximum amount of destruction. This time, the shockwave was less focused, but the weapon did the trick. Nothing remained but small pieces and chippings. The spirits screeched one last time and exploded in a cloud of darkness and ash. The sand around where the Jedi’s light was a thin layer of melted glass. Peace entered the now quiet area like a graceful sand-bat at night. Ruin looked back at the Jedi. “Living and kicking? Or dying and bleeding?” >Excuse me…< Fera’s beepings sounded out, a stark contrast to the desert ambiance. The small buzz droid had crawled over after the spirits had dissipated. Her small form climbed the towering Terror droid’s leg and rested on his shoulder. >it seems we have company< Ruin looked at where the Buzz droid indicated. A twist of the hammer’s hilt, and it powered down. A sign of peace. “Greeting and meeting? Identify!”
  2. TerrorBot

    Tatooine

    Ruin didn’t appear to flinch at the flash of light, but he did noticeably pause. Whether it was because it was surprising or not wasn’t visible, but he didn’t seem to complain. “More light, more bright!” Ruin boomed. The flechette launcher did nothing to these spirits. The disruptor pistol that Fera was fixing was out of reach. The options were limiting. As a battle droid, the idea of talking was impossible. Violence was the only option. “Grah, kill sith!” Ruin grumbled as he reached to the other weapon on his back. The sith hammer, the Soulbreaker, the old artifact. A twist at the handle, and it began to crackle with energy. Perhaps, just perhaps, the alchamized weapon would have some form of effect on the ghastly things. “Smash and bash? Crash and thrash?” Ruin asked. For the first time in his life, he acted unsure of himself.
  3. TerrorBot

    Tatooine

    “Burnings and blastings!” Ruin exclaimed. Once, twice, Ruin began to open fire on the smoky entity, flechettes flying with deadly intent. However, what would be useful against hordes of clones, monsters, or other things, the launcher had no visible effect on the entity. Its ammo that went into it simply turned to ash. Still, Ruin was a droid, and like his programming, fired one more shot before jumping to the side. The spirit that chose the droid as its target sank into the ground before exploding upwards again, formless claws reaching to cause destruction. Ruin aimed again, but stopped short. On the opposite side of the enemy, the Jedi was down. A shot from the launcher risked hitting her more than the ghost. Ruin jumped the side again and broke into a dash, trying to get closer to the Jedi without letting the spirit touch him. Simultaneously, he holstered the rifle. It was doing no good here. “Sir, I believe I have an idea” Fera began to buzz, barely hanging onto Ruin’s side. The small thing had crawled to his holster and grabbed the small handle half of the disruptor Ruin had acquired back on Outer Heaven “Blastings and bombings! Haha!” Ruin laughed. Ruin pulled his chest apart slightly and pulled the other half out and tossed it to the side. Fera leapt off and scuttered to the piece, no longer a focus for the spirits. Ruin rushed to the Jedi’s side and attempted to pick her up on her feet, doing his best to void the spirits all the while. “Uppings and fightings! Fightings and fleeings!”
  4. TerrorBot

    Tatooine

    During the time when the Mon Cal was doing her ritual or ceremony, Ruin was sitting on his speeder bike, watching. While he was silent, Fera on the other hand was busy working, crawling over Ruin’s left arm. “I do not fully understand the point of this endeavor…” Fera beeped as her drill head and torch worked on the Terror Droid’s chassis. “It seems that Jedi can acquire lightsabers anywhere. Why come into the middle of the desert to do something so easy to do someplace more metropolitan.” Ruin didn’t give any sign that he heard. He glanced down as Fera moved off the arm and onto the shoulders. Her work was not very extravagant or noticeable, but it was there. Like a master engraver, she had carved into Ruin’s arm an image of a circle orbiting a large dot, with what looked like a smaller orb hitting the orbiting one. “True those places are filled with their own dangers, but isn’t that where help is needed? Aren’t Jedi suppose to go to those places?” Ruin looked at Leena again, seeming to contemplate the Buzz droid’s words. Without the pilot here, only the Terrordroid could understand the buzzdroid’s beepings. As the scene unfolded, Ruin jumped to action and rushed to Leena’s side. Gun out and cocked, Ruin growled slightly, his vocabulator easily communicating Ruin’s eagerness to have some action. “Kill Sith. Blastings and bashings”
  5. ”Are you doing alright Ruin?" Fera beeped at the terror droid. For the entire ride, Ruin had been strangely quiet. Feeling the weight of the hammer in his hands, cleaning it off, studying it and analyzing it. The behavior was different from before. With the sword, he had cleaned and maintained it because it needed to be maintained. It was programming. But the hammer, unique and strange in design, didn’t need such work. After a replacement of a power cell, found inside the ship, it was perfect and ready for battle already. But Ruin had continued to study and analyze it. “Smash and bash. Kill all Sith” Ruin replied simply. Fera didn’t push the subject further. When the ship landed, Ruin placed the hammer on his back and got his rifle at the ready. With no comment, the two exited the ship onto the hot desert sand off the ramp. “Sith.” Ruin glanced around. A gust of wnd scattered some particles of snad over the terror droid’s body, who grumbled slightly. “Got to kill sith. No sith. Bashings and crashings? Searchings and findings…”
  6. Ruin seemed to enter the chamber with an aura of uncaring. A few shelves he turned over, as if looking at what they held was a horrible sin, and then continued to search the room. “Sith. Got to find Sith. Kill Sith yes? Kill all Sith. Rip and tear and smash and bash and…” Ruin muttered the entire time, overturning a table and knocking an assortment of tools and gear over. While the other two searched the chamber, Ruin found himself at one corner of the room. Even the Terror droid had to stop his destruction at the sight of what was set aside for obviously unspecified future use. The Terror droid holstered his own weapon and reached out and grabbed the weapon by its handle. It was a long thing. Easily 5 feet long, the metal rod connected to a large weighted head. Ruin held the weapon with both hands, pulling it up and down. It was heavy. Very heavy. Heavy enough that a Gamorean would have struggled to use the weapon well. The metal was a mixture of several kinds, including Phrik and some kind of alchemised alloy. “Sith steel?” Ruin pondered out loud. As if it wasn’t enough, Ruin grabbed the handle of the hammer and twisted it. Somewhere inside, a power cell clicked on, whirring to life. Red energies crackled around the hammer’s head and down its handle, bruning any organic flesh that may have been touching: Sith technology, repulsor and shockwave generators, and a good old fashioned kyber crystal made this weapon truly one-of-a-kind. “Smash and bash” Ruin chuckled. The others had left the room. They had what they wanted. Fera made an indication that they should too. “Leave, find more sith. Kill all sith. But first, kill all Sith here!” Ruin shouted. At this, Ruin took the hammer and swung it towards one of the room’s supporting pillars. The moment the hammer’s head connected with the pillar, the pillar exploded into fragments. The entire chamber began to shake as dust and pebbles started falling. “Time to go!” Ruin shouted, taking off after the others. Hopefully everyone could get out before the cave-in.
  7. After Ruin had placed the last crystal and the Jedi commenced with her healing, Ruin had been busy fishing around in the waters. With a happy grunt, the large droid was able to find the dropped Flachette Launcer and the X-Pyre Grenade case. Surprisingly both were still in good condition. The Launcher had a slight dent, but nothing that impeded its function, and the durability of X-Pyre tech was legendary. The blade on the other hand was a different story. “Cursings and crushings!” Ruin exclaimed, pulling the blade out from under a piece of the tree. It had been completely bent by the mass weight that had fell on it. The black metal was no longer functional enough to vibrate at the cutting speed it was meant for. Fera confirmed it as much, with a slight apology, despite not being responsible for the damage Disgruntled, the droid tossed the piece of metal aside. Hey, droids, think you can get us through this door?" The pilot interrupted Ruin’s annoyance. Ruin dashed over to the door and gave it one quick look over. Fera commented about the door’s composition and complimented the pilot for her resourcefulness at disabling the trap. Ruin didn’t say anything as he proceeded to grab the door near where its hinges would’ve been and tore it straight from the stone and tossed it. “Enterings and renderings…” Ruin stated and stepped inside. It was a long narrow hallway. Thankfully the waters did not enter this area. Still, Fera clung tightly to her ward’s shoulder. As Zeris had discovered, the place could still have traps. True enough, Ruin found one. A few steps in, the darkness ahead swirled with smoke-like substances. This gas seemed alive in of itself, cloaking and choking the area. And there was a growling from somewhere. “Click click…” Ruin stated, cocking his rifle. No sooner had he done so, a shape suddenly pounced from the shadows. It took up nearly the entire space of the narrow hallway, its shoulders pressing against the stone walls and ceiling. Its red skin was black with dried blood, and its yellow eyes from behind its cheek tendrils showed hunger and rage. The Massai roared and charged forward. “Boom!” Ruin shouted and opened fired. The pieces of metal struck and passed through the monster harmlessly. It charged, ignoring the fire, claws reaching forward. “Click, Click Boom!” Ruin shouted again, firing another volley. Again the creature didn’t slow. It was only a few feet away now. Ruin didn’t even speak as he fired one last time and then swung the rifle like a makeshift club at the thing. The two beings, giants in their own rights, would collide and deal this the old-fashioned way. With fists and claws and… Ruin crashed into a wall, denting the stone as the monster passed by harmlessly. Stunned for a moment, Ruin looked around. “Huh…” Fera noted. “Interesting. I believe we have just experienced a Force Illusion?” “Grr! No monster! Got to kill Sith!” Ruin grunted and smashed the wall again, this time on purpose. The stone cracked and began to shatter beneath the droid’s blow. The hallway was once again clear. Not realizing how fortunate for the group was with Ruin taking the lead and making the Force mental attack meaningless, the Terror Droid led the way, if not a bit more disgruntled then before. Even if the Illusion activated again, the two behind the droids would be hopefully be protected from its effects.
  8. Some splashings, and Ruin emerged from the water. Shaking himself a bit, Ruin seemed to chuckle. “Rippings and Tearings. Fun” In one hand he still clutched the heartwood he had ripped out violently. Once strong and hardy, it now seemed to rot away at an accelerated rate. Not caring for the piece at all, Ruin tossed it aside unceremoniously. It plumped into the water like a piece of dead driftwood. “Ruin, I do believe it would be helpful to aid me and the others” Fera commented outloud. As if remembering the buzz droid, Ruin waded towards the balled up drone and plucked her bobbing form. Crawling onto the Terror droid’s head, Fera shook her ball casings free of any water. It was at this point that Ruin seemed to notice the others. The large droid waded forwards towards the one who seemed to be in the most pain and trouble: The Pilot. “Crushings and beatings?” Ruin asked. “He is asking if you are alright” Fera translated. While she was busy being a translator for Ruin’s vocabulary, her attention was more focused on the remains of the chamber they were in. “I do believe the monster is dead, and it appears the creatures have fled. Without their mother node, they will be frantic and finding places to hide, if they adhere to what most swarms do when their leader is dead” “Jedi!” Ruin called out, trying to get Leena’s attention. “Hurtings and healings! Sith dead, not us haha!”
  9. "DROID! NOW!" The pile of bodies that had swarmed over the droid exploded as Ruin threw them all off with a few clean swings. Letting go of the limbs, Ruin became the terror droid he was programmed to be. “RAAAAAAGH!” The droid boomed and charged forward, Worm-Spit falling around in a hellish fallout. One monster that still remained to try to slow the droid down was trampled underfoot as Ruin placed one foot on its head and leapt forward. “KILL ALL SITH!” Ruin gave another shout as he plummeted forward where the pilot had made an opening. Its inner wood glistened like oil, wet from sap and water and blood. It was the perfect point. The pilot had done well. Ruin crashed into the tree like a cannonball. Clutching to its sides, with a crunch and splattering of bark, Ruin drove his clenched fist into the opening. The entire thing shook in pain, even as the fire licked at the droid's fingers. Not satisfied, the droid clutched its fist inside and pulled. “From Hell’s heart…!” Ruin began to growl. Planting both legs into the tree, Ruin reached in with both hands now. Pulling harder and harder, the Terror Droid stood parallel to the ground. In his hands, the tattering of a fungal growth clung to the tree as tightly as possible: The brain and heart of the monster, with viny force-infused tissue preventing complete separation. In completely perfect tension, the two equaled out in power, even as Ruin held the fungal growth in both fists. “...stabbings for thee!” Ruin finished as he activated his wrist blade. With a buzz and a slice, Ruin cut off the tissue connecting the growth to the tree. Now weakened, and screaming in the Force, the tree could no longer fight back. Ruin gave one more pull and fell backwards and downwards, hands still clutching his prize.
  10. In the blaze of fire that lit up the cave, Ruin looked more like a demon then a droid. The flames that licked the tree’s sides and branches gave the terror droid a reflective glow, with only his eye sensors being a perfect black in the red light. Still, he moved forward. The tree was in its own chaos now. It was in pain. Ruin knew it. Somehow, the droid could calculate that even plants and the normally unmoving could feel pain, and fire was pain incarnate. “Sith get burned!” Ruin shouted as he swung his vibroblade around, slicing a few more branches. “Burned and beaten! Sith die die die!” The beasts became more wild however, and even the droid became a target for their small forms. Several began to jump and dog pile the droid, bashing and clawing at everything available. Ruin growled something in binary, and threw them off and aside. “Jedi! Kill sith! Pilot! Kill Sith! Kill kill kill! Rip and tear! Stab stab stab! Destroy destroy destroy!” Ruin commanded at the others, still trying to move towards the tree’s center where it had lifted off the dial. Somehow, the two had gotten closer to the tree's trunk. Perhaps they could do something while he attracted more attention from the monsters. Still, between the tree’s monsters and the tree’s flailing, combined with the thick waters, the droid had to stop at every other step. “Raaaaagh!” Ruin shouted, just as a fiery limb swung into the droid’s torso. Knocking him down momentarily, Ruin found himself letting go of his sword to get some of the monsters off and to get back on his feet. With the quick calculations of a droid, Ruin grabbed the limb's next pass and held on, swinging with the branch wildly for a moment before planting his feet again into the water. More monsters continued to climb onto the droid, beating and pulling every plate possible. “Pilot!” Ruin roared over the commotion. “Stabbings and stabbings! Hearts need a hurtings!” Meanwhile, Fera bobbed in the waters unable to escape her ball form yet due to the waters. Still, she continued to monitor what she could, and beeped out loud, hoping she could be heard. “I agree with Ruin! I calculate that the hivemind is scared. I believe a final blow may be in order.”
  11. “Boom! Click, click, boom!” Ruin shouted over and over. Each pump of the launcher was being done at faster and faster speeds, practically becoming a blur as the droid fired over and over. The vines seemed to redouble their effort at the droid. Each one that exploded into a flurry of wooden shrapnel was replaced by another and another. Even Fera commented that this would not work forever. “Blood for blood!” Ruin commanded, firing again and releasing the gun to slash at one of the vines that had gotten too close. They were tough. Well nourished, still growing, and imbued with dark power. Even a droid like Ruin could feel it. Or perhaps it was Ruin was a droid like himself, programmed to hunt Sith, that he could tell. The energy the tree had was from the Force, and the Force was only in living things. Ruin was not alive. But Ruin saw the living. And Ruin saw the dead. He knew the difference. He knew what the living was like. He knew what the living wasn’t like. This was not the living. This was dark. “Sith die! Gahahaha!“ Ruin broke into demented laughter. To the casual observer, it seemed like Ruin was actually happy for the first time in his programmed life. “This is Sith! Sith die! I kill Sith! Ya! Killings and killings! Blood and justice! Die Sith, die!” One fortunate vine had gotten past the flurry of gunfire and tripped the droid. Crashing into the water, Ruin emerged just in time for another branch to crash down on him, trying to bash the droid into submission. Fera jumped off in time and crawled the vine, trying her futile attempts to slow the branch. “Rah! Not good! You not good! You stay and die!” Ruin commented. With hands suddenly up, Ruin grabbed the branch and dug himself in. The entire branch limb suddenly struggled as the 900 pound metal man held its ground, pulling the large limb back. “Haha! I can’t run fast, but you can’t swing fast now! Hahaha!” Ruin mocked, ignoring the wooden monsters that rushed the others. The tree was focused on him. The monsters were focused on the others. Ruin gripped harder and pulled back, the tree limb straining to stay attached. Even here, Ruin could hear and feel it cracking in some places. The vines around flailed trying to smack the droid away, but Ruin refused to let up, pulling back further and further. “Droid! Burnings and boomings!" “Burnings and boomings? Hells and bells, burn and bomb!” Ruin exclaimed, a mixture of joy and surprise filling his voicebox. Letting go with one hand, Ruin activated his wrist blade again and hacked off a few chucks of the limb before letting go. It flailed in pain, enough of a breather to allow the Terror Droid to grab the grenade at his side. “Click click, close close!” Ruin shouted as he pushed the primer on the grenade’s top. The tree was flailing wildly. There was no clear throw at its trunk. The target had to be better placed. “Kaboom, home base!” Ruin charged forward. Like clockwork, the branches targeted him. And in the process, brought Fera back to her ward. “Roger Roger!” Fera beeped in confirmation. Even as she swung around violently on the limb that had attempted to destroy Ruin, both her and Ruin’s droid processors worked in practiced sync. With calculated precision, the buzz droid grabbed the grenade and ran up the tree’s main limb with the grenade in her pincer arms, ignored like the insect she was. Ruin pulled his own sword out again and got to hacking. While it was no lightsaber, the ebon blade hummed like one as branches and vine were sliced in twain. Still, it was difficult work. Each step forward was met with more vines and branches, forcing a few steps back closer to the others who had their own problems. When she was as close as she could get, she slammed her buzz saw into the limb in an effort to get it stuck. With the momentum of the saw, Fera swung forward over herself and tossed the grenade. Having gotten closer, it would now hit the tree’s trunk. Fera herself on the other hand would have to protect herself. Once again, she rolled into her ball and allowed gravity and the tree’s violent flailing take her wherever chaos desired.
  12. When Ruin was tossed aside, he cursed aloud. "FRAGS AND LOADED MAGS!!!" was the phrase he had chosen before he crashed into the water. Popping back up, the large droid began to frantically splash around in the water, and didn't stop until Fera bobbed to the surface, rolled up into a defensive ball form. "That was close and unexpected" Fera commented as Ruin scooped up the buzz droid and placed her on his shoulder once again. "Grrr, wackings and thwackings. " Ruin grumbled, sheathing his blade once again. It seemed since the tree wasn't going to let him get close, the classic method of shredding with a shotgun would be in line. "Charge?" The pilot said. Ruin glanced at her and chuckled and unsheathed his own small vibro blade connected to his wrist as a sign of agreement. "Burnings and slashings. Weedings and wackings" With that stated, Ruin began to move forward, firing and pumping his launcher over and over at the nearest branches. Fera joined in, her small but distracting blaster alight.
  13. Ruin grunted and took the first steps forward into the crevasse at the jedi's encouragement. Wading through waist deep waters was much easier then walking on a lake's floor, and with Fera not needing to be carried, Ruin could hold weapons again. Once again, the flechette launcher was brought out and pumped once. Fera on the other hand had to make due the usual way and climb atop the large droid's shoulder. She chirped a few times, mentioning something about the need to be wary of sinkholes and traps, but Ruin didn't seem to notice. "Lightings and fightings" Ruin finally commented when the tar finally did lit by the pilots lighter, and nodded to himself. Fera relayed his thanks back to the rest of the group. "Stones and stumps" Ruin eyed the statues carefully. It seemed he noticed the jedi's apprehension of the statues, and figured that they could be a sign of danger. However, eventually the tree took priority. Everyone had their own say on it. And Fera was no exception. "I had expected more resistance on our way here…" Fera pointed out "but the fact that those monsters we fought and this...tree share characteristics, and the fact that you organics and your extra senses seem to detect something is off, makes me believe this is linked to the monsters." Fera jumped off of its ward and began to climb the tree, scanning and analyzing it, slowly working towards one of the hanging fruits. "I wonder if these are hatching pods of some sort?" "Sorcery. This temple is filled with it. It must be destroyed." Lok had stated. Ruin nodded and holstered his launcher, only to pull out the vibroblade he had taken from the cybernetic abyssan. "Roger Roger" Ruin replied. Whether this was a mockery to the old b-1 battle droids he was once programmed to fight alongside or not, he gave no indication. However, he got closer to the tree, and like Fera, began to climb up the dias to get in a better position. Already the blade began to hum with energy, and the others would've noted that his X-pyre grenade was refueled.
  14. Ruin’s walk through the waters was uneventful for the most part. A hunk of metal trudging along through black water, churning dark mud with each step. Where some droid’s glowing sensors would have alerted others where he was at, his black eye sockets instead hid him in the darkness. The only sign that Ruin was there was his constant talking to no one in particular. “Walkings and trudgings. Beatings and bashings? Eh, Crushings and crashing…” Ruin shrugged at his own comments, as if this conversation was not one sided. “...swimmings and swattings. No swimmings. No swattings. Grrr, rather runnings and… Ruin stopped. As the others exited the water onto the cliff facing, so too did Ruin, albeit with more climbing then anything. First Fera was tossed up onto the dry area, who emerged from her ball and shook off her spherical parts. “That was unpleasant” Fera commented as Ruin climbed up next to her, dripping with black water. “Grrr, swimmings and swearings!” Ruin declared as he pulled his flachette launcher out. A quick inspection revealed it was still in working order. Looking at the crevasse, Ruin seemed to laugh briefly. “Explorings and explodings? Killings and cuttings. Kill the Sith, hehe”
  15. “Thank you friend. You are a credit to your kind. What do you propose we do next?” Ruin looked the Jedi over and shrugged. “Huntings and hurtings. Searchings and swimmings. Beatings and bashings and shootings and slashings, hehe” With that, Ruin went after the others outside, Fera clinging to his side tightly under the drizzling rain. The large imposing droid seemed to instinctively go over the battered weapon again and again. Each dent in the stock was gently felt over, and each scratch was wiped over as if it could be polished off by water alone. “Guns and guts. Guts and guns. Shines and shocks. Bullets and bombs” Ruin commented to himself, wiping another scratch away. Fera seemed to stare at Ruin’s actions with a studious intent. It was almost as if she was analyzing his actions and mutterings for something beyond just procedures. “Oh, I am able to last underwater thanks to these” Fera beeped in response to Leena’s question about electronics. At this, she wiggled the dome like extensions on her. While originally designed for the vacuum of space, during the many years since the clone wars, it appeared she had taken the time to get them capable of sealing air-tight. “Ruin here however…” Fera started, taking a moment to look Ruin over. Ruin had stopped, holstered his gun onto his back, and now was looking down into the sickly waters below. Mustafar 20 BBY “...and that is final, you little data pusher…” Foreman Wok raised his hands in frustration and smacked the frail looking Neimodian. “B…b…but sir…” The accountant stammerred, trying to get his point in. “The new models, they..they wouldn’t work optimally… “Of course they will work optimally!” The foreman rubbed his forehead, feeling a blood vessel needing to burst. “Damn you idiots, my plans are always flawless…” “But sir, if the Count demands the new Terror Droids to provide backup on any of the water-based worlds…” The neimodian pushed his data pad towards his boss. The Foreman took it and looked it over and sighed. “Do you realize how much it would cost to have each droid fitted to excel in underwater combat? And the amount of extra programming? We are talking at least a few thousand credits per unit.” “But…but sir…” “Look, each unit is waterproof right? And they aren’t expected to be sent to any of these dumb worthless planets. So here's what’s what. These droids are capable of underwater combat. They just prefer the more grounded route. They can survive most underwater pressures according to the numbers. Heck, they’ll crawl towards their targets if they have to, and walk back to shore” The Neimodian shriveled under the foreman’s automated tone, each second waiting for a blow. The Foreman threw the datapad back at the accountant, purposely aiming for an oversized eye. “Now, get back to work and stop bothering me!” Present As the Jedi leaped off the cliff into the water below, Ruin followed without a moment of hesitation. Freefalling for a few moments, Ruin crashed into the waters feet first like a rock, and began his descent downwards, Fera rolled up into a ball in his hands. “Eh, swimmings and searchings.” Ruin shrugged again as he descended further and further into the darkness. “Prefer beatings and bashings…”
  16. For most of the night, Ruin paced the ship. The clunkings of his feet echoed in the ship, only sounding out with the clankings and beatings the ship received from the monsters. It wasn’t until a few hours till morning did the mechanical being sat down and powered down. At this point did Fera do her own work. For most of the night, Fera simply sat and waited. The codes the pilot had given freely were safely stored in memory. There was little she could do besides charge her own batteries, and then observe and analyze. When Ruin finally sat down, Fera plugged the ship’s cables into the droid to help the charge process. Finally, the sun arose behind dark clouds, and like clockwork, Ruin activated himself and strolled to the ship’s exit. With Fera’s help, the ship doors opened, allowing the droid to exit. The water trickled down the metal chassis smoothly. In a way that would be boring to most beings, Ruin looked up at the clouds. For a moment, Ruin simply stared, as if he could see the sun behind the clouds. “Guns and guts. Shields and shores. Calms and calamities” Fera, atop the soldier’s shoulder, nodded. “Indeed.” With that, the two made their way from the ship towards the fields nearby. The utter lack of bodies and the rainfall didn’t hide all evidence of the battle last night. Splotches of black blood still stained the trampled grass. Scorch marks from X-Pyre worm spit had smoldered out at some point, but the smell of burnt organics was still there. There, amongst the grass, Ruin found what he searched for. The droid picked up the battered remains of the Flachette launcher dropped in the desperate battle. Ruin wiped off some of the mud and blood and water. The dents were extravagant to say the least. “Bashings and bruisings.” Ruin stated, shaking his head. “Perhaps. But it is still usable. I will repair it once we leave the planet, but the accuracy will need to be adjusted with each shot” “Heh, thrashings and crashing. Firings and frackings.” Eventually, the two returned to the ship, just in time for the others to wake up. “Mornings and mournings!” Ruin declared, banging one of the ship’s walls. “Sunrises and demises.” “What Ruin is saying” Fera translated with her typical binary beepings to whoever would listen. “Is that its time to get to work.” “Huntings and hurtings. Searchings and Scorchings?” With this, Ruin reloaded and pumped the weapon in his hands, as if to demonstrate further his desires.
  17. Ruin roared with life. “Raaaaaagh!” His voicebox exploded with noise. The feeling of so much unrestricted energy flowing into the droid from such a powerful source was invigorating to say the least. “Fitting” Fera commented with some whistles and beeps, not that the other Jedi could understand her. “A relic from one war supports another relic of the same war. And both from opposite sides” Ruin’s knees no longer bended down to the ground. Now, with two of the monsters off and fully charged up like a bomb, Ruin broke into another charge, clutching the unconscious Jedi tightly. And Ruin was laughing the entire way. Before heading up the ramp, Ruin turned and slammed his back onto the ship’s hull. Once, twice, the ship rang out as monsters fell off, unable to hold onto the wild droid. Finally, Ruin made his way up, and if the pilot was either behind or onboard, Fera activated the ship’s ramp and closed the ship up. Ruin laid the body on the floor for the other Jedi to take care of, while he himself unplugged himself from the ship and began to pace, filled with energy that demanded to be burned off. “I and Ruin thank you” Fera beeped and buzzed, crawling next to the pilot. “Without you, I fear Ruin would’ve met an untimely end. Your creativity is to be praised”
  18. Ruin looked at the entrance ramp as the others made it back onboard. Or rather, one made it back onboard. “Jedi…where the Jedi? ” Ruin growled out, his power core obviously near empty capacity. “He’s on his way ” Fera tried to calm the Terror droid, grabbing a few wires that connected from the ship’s own running power core and attempting to run them up Ruin’s side to an open panel. “But we need to get you back up and running. It would be unwise for you…” “Gah! Jedi hurt!” Ruin exclaimed, shoving Fera away violently like a child refusing to eat a green vegetable. “Got to save! Got to help! Kill Sith good! Save Jedi better! Rip, tear, maim! Save and scare! Save and scare!" Ruin was back on his feet and in a mad dash towards the ramp. Shoving aside the Mon Cal Jedi and the pilot if they got in the way, Ruin drew his own blade again and activated it. The vibrations of it whirred to life. Each thump of Ruin’s feet sounded like thunder beating on a drum. “Ruin, the jedi can…” Fera blared loudly, trying and failing to keep up with the droid. “Kill the Sith! Boots-down and Hell-bound! Guts and guns!” Ruin shouted again, leaping into the fray once more. The open area near the ship provided Ruin with the room he needed to get a powerful force of momentum behind him. Within seconds he disappeared into a horde of plant monsters, swinging and charging with each step. Even when a monster got in the way, Ruin's own momentum made stopping impossible for the droid. “Got to find! Got to kill! Gah, kill kill kill! Save save save! Pain! Give them pain!” Even as the power in Ruin drained at a rapid rate, each motor went into overdrive. The wet mud that had almost dried off between Ruin’s joints literally began to boil away in a hiss of steam. The plant’s guts that splattered over his chest slid off in a roiling heat. While the Neimodian programmers who helped designed the B4-Terror droid tried to keep the programming simple yet effective, one thing the Techno Union insisted on was the Berzerker Protocal. Most means of self preservation on battle droids enabled them to last multiple battles. Even the bare minimum made sure that many battle droids would attempt to make sure their remains could be re-utilized for future battles, and only the orders of a superior could bypass these. The Berzerker protocol get rid of all methods of self-preservation, and with Terror droids, was meant to make them reckless at best, and downright kamikaze at worst. Ruin’s Berzerker Protocol had just been activated. Fera gave a sigh, and stood by ready with the wires for if, not when, Ruin would return. “Out of way, out of way, got to save, gotta save, save save save, kill kill kill, kill all of you kill all of you kill kill kill” Ruin ranted endlessly as he slashed and bashed over and over until the Jedi’s body was in sight. “Raaaah! Pain train, save train, choo choo I’m the train!” Ruin declared. Ruin dissected the monsters nearby trying to his targert, and then, after sheathing his weapon, scooped the Jedi up as best as he could. Several of the monsters jumped on the droid, trying to stop their prize from being stolen. With hands full, Ruin could only try to shake them off and move forward and spin, using the things on his back as a weapon. “Raaaah! Out of the way, out of the way, out out out outoutoutout!” Ruin’s speech became more sloppy and difficult to understand. Each step faltered more and more. The motors were nearing the verge of giving out. Five more meters ahead. Seven more monsters. “NokillIkillnostoptheyoutsavejediraaaaaaghgh!” Ruin stumbled forward. Three of the things were on his back, pushing him down. His programming refused to stop, but his battery was dying. Several more steps. Another monster on the back. He was almost kneeling now, moving at a crawl with the weight of six things on top. “Killthemallkillthemalldon’tstoptillallSithdeadlikeCorescantkillthemkillthemkillthemall!!!” Ruin shouted, still moving one foot at a time towards the ramp, where Fera could only watch from, unable to help in any way
  19. “Bwahaha! Burns and blasts now!” Ruin roared with laughter as a wave of enemies flew at and above him. One of the Jedi had let loose their abilities with the Force. “Old times! Good times! Blasts and burns and blasters! Oooh, I missed this! Miss so much. Boom!” Ruin shouted as he swung widely again with his makeshift flaming club. The entity that Ruin held by the legs had died long ago, but still sputtered a little bit of burning Worm-Spit with each blow. But where early it was a stream, now the worm spit was that: spit. Worse, Ruin was slowing down. “Gah, gotta bash and crash! No fire, no good! Man, need ammo! And gun! Grah, no gun!” Ruin fumed outloud. Eventually, the droid threw the body into a bunch of other plant-beings, clearing enough space for him to run and land on. “Can’t lose this! Nu-uh! Too good, burns and brains.” Ruin commented, pulling out the grenade from the corpse. Despite being in an oven for so long, the grenade looked perfectly fine, minus some soot and ash. “Ruin, it appears that we need to get to the ship” Came a whirring of beepings and laughters. Ruin glanced down, and saw Fera beginning to climb his leg. "Are...are you ok?" “Rah, drainings and dumpings.” Ruin growled as Fera positioned herself. The two gave a glance over the monsters surrounding them. They were giving the droids a wide berth, recognising that the two needed to be taken a bit more seriously. “I see. Low battery. Understood.” Fera commented and scanned the area. “Calculating fastest route to the ship’s on ramp. Uploading route to your HUD. That should help you stay focused. “ A beep came from Ruin’s head, who proceeded to give himself a slight whack. “Gah, brains and bashings. Readings and writings.” One of the plants leapt forward at Ruin’s back. Fera gave a whistle in warning. The larger droid perked up and spun around, dealing the thing a blow to whatever head like thing it had, stopping it and forcing it to the ground. Ruin pulled back his own hand and shook it. "Grr, got to upgrade.” Ruin looked down at his own hand then the other creatures who still circled, seeking an opening. “Eh, slash and dash it is you sons of stumps!” Ruin called out, and pulled the blade from his back. The first few creatures that struck were sliced through barely. Ruin’s batteries were running lower and lower with each swing. Thankfully after the third slice, Fera commented about the vibro blade being on instead of off. “Haha! Gas and guts! Slash and dash!” Ruin exclaimed. “Blade came from an Abyssian! And this is Byss! Haha! Now ship we go! Go go go!” The next thing anyone knew, Ruin was charging through monster after monster, slashing through and through, finally crashing upward the ramp into the ship, and then frantically crawling up. “Batteries and batterings. Charges and…and gah...need sleep. But kill Sith too. Sleep and Sith. Grrr...” Ruin commented, positioning himself into a sit against the nearest wall. Hopefully someone else could close the ship up without him.
  20. Fera frantically shot again and again. Still, each shot was nothing more then an insect sting to these monsters, a fitting comparison based on what Buzz droids were modeled after. Thankfully, the monsters seemed completely indifferent to Fera. “That is…odd…” Fera noted out loud, once the Jedi showed up and began their own attacks. “It looks familiar. The creatures are not focused on the ship anymore. They are targeting specifics. Organics from the looks of it. But why? Where have I seen something like thi…” Fera never finished her observation, as that was when Leena’s force blast sent the small buzz droid flying into the air. _______ Ruin had begun to laugh with each blast that he fired. “Click, click boom you stupid stump sons!” Ruin shouted between laughs, ducking beneath one creature that had leapt at him. Sometime during his running, he turned around and began to face the things head on. But even with this, he didn’t stay still. Each blast he took a step. Each pump of the launcher he took two. Each elbow smack at the things that got too close only let him get more room to duck and weave. “Move or die! Move or die! I move! You die!” Ruin chanted, smacking another tree thing away before obliterating it. All around Ruin, more and more creatures continued to swarm closer, hoping to get an opening on the terror droid, but unable to get a good grip long enough to slow him down. “Gah! More and more! How long I kill? Too long! Hours and days? Don’t know! Stupid stumps! Guns stronger then stumps! Ain’t Jedi like, but I ain't Jedi! I fight! Kill Sith! Protect humanity… Oh the humanity!” Ruin stopped. A pull at the trigger made a dull clicking noise instead of the usual blast. “Out of ammo! No time reload! Ammo at…get off!” Ruin shouted as one of the monsters landed on Ruin’s back. The droid dropped the empty gun onto the ground and reached around, grabbed the thing by its shoulders, and threw it into a gathering crowd of plant things. Another one charged head on at the droid. “Gah! You bad! I’m bad! Now I gotta punch! Smash and bash good, but guts and guns better! Either way, you dead!” At this last statement, Ruin threw a punch into the charging monster. While the thing splintered apart, momentum completely stopped, it did not fall away and tried its best to attack Ruin all the more. "Oooh, you not dead? Not good! Kriff!" Ruin stated as he kicked the thing away for some space. One of the plant monsters lunged forward, taking a swing. Ruin barely caught the blow in time and shoved it back away from himself. "Need better! Aha! Fire! You plant, you burn! Burns and bombs!" Ducking, blocking, and dodging a few more blows, Ruin grabbed one of the plants that was knocked off balance by its own weight. With a quick cut upwards from the blade on his wrist , Ruin opened the thing up, revealing weed-like tissue and a bark encased cavity. "Burn and bombs!" Ruin chanted, shoving the now activated and ticking X-Pyre grenade inside the thing. “Screw guts and guns! Give me burns and bombs and bashings!” _____________ During her unplanned flight, Fera pulled her entire body close together. As cobbled as the small thing was, her design was still very similar to what her model was created as. Still flying upwards, the small Pistoeka sealed herself in ball form. Tiny maneuvering jets came to life, and while they were designed for the vacuum of space, it did help smooth the flight and allow Fera a glance over the battlefield. “This is bad. Number of combatants is still rising. However, their actions are strange” Fera chirped to herself. “I wonder where Ruin is…” Fera didn’t have to wait. A small explosion came from further in the pack of enemies. Upon closer look, Fera couldn’t help but chuckle. Amongst the monsters, Ruin was creating havoc by swinging a singular monster by one of its limbs. Each swing, more wild then the last, sent others flying. But Ruin’s swinging wasn’t what made Fera laugh. “Ruin, I’ll remember to refill your grenade after this” Fera promised to herself. Ruin’s makeshift club was literally leaking lit Worm-Spit, setting other monsters a flame, which in turn spread to the others that they crashed into. In very little time, the space around Ruin was turning into a hellscape. “Burns and brains! Bash and crash and burns and brains, ahahaha!!” Ruin’s shouts and laughter echoed across the landscape. He was now in a full charge towards the ship, knocking aside everything he could. “Hmmm…” Fera noted. Finally she crashed into the ground. With the monsters ignoring her, Fera was quickly up on her feet and dashing towards the ship as well, literally leaping from one beast’s back to another, dodging flying monsters from Force blasts, and . “Jedi, got to alert the Jedi about my… Ah! Jedi Lok!” Fera spotted the silver blade of the imperial knight first. While the fires of Ruin were starting to get closer and shedding light on the area, Lok’s blade still outshined everything else in the night. “Jedi! I have news!” Fera bleeped and whirled as she darted between the Jedi’s legs. “These things are not a pack, but a swarm! I recognise their tactics from when before I was an independent droid and merely a member of a discord missile. They are following commands, and not targeting the ship itself, but you and the other organics. Which means, according to logic, that there must be some sort of master controller nearby hunting for organics.”
  21. "Thanks," the humanoid stated, finally finished with the work the two had been busing themselves with. Fera finished her own touch, welding a plate back into place, making sure it wouldn’t come loose during a flight. “It is no trouble. During times like this, Ruin must do what he can, and I must keep myself busy.” Fera chirped in reply. The Buzz droid took one final scan over the ship’s surface. The Crate, as old and used as it was, seemed to be in a very good state. The night was cool, though Fera couldn’t feel it. The temperature readings could say what it was, but knowing the temperature and feeling it were two completely different things. Fera took note of the heat signature coming from the pilot. The smoke she exhaled was a clear warm contrast to the cool air. Then the stampede started. While the Banthas bashed into the ship, Fera gripped to the roof of the vessel tightly, groaning over the fact that there was now a bunch of new dents that she could not undo. Thankfully, Fera noted the other creatures approaching before the pilot had. Fera’s skittering became more frantic as she bobbed and weaved away from the other creatures. “How…odd. Plant based? Simian structure. Unknown species. Threat level increasing.” Fera crawled further back on the ship, the monsters starting to climb aboard. Some of the beasts were now tearing apart some of the metal plates, hoping to get inside. “Threat level is rapidly increasing.” Fera commented, her antenna straightening and sending out radio waves. Inside, the ship’s short range comm system came to life. “Attention Jedi: we are under attack. Unknown simian creatures, plant based. Poisonous? Apparent target is our pilot. It is theorized they want you as well, as they are ignoring myself so far…” Fera’s tools extended fully and came to life. With buzz saw whirring and blow torch igniting, Fera’s small arachnoid body leapt at the closest beast chasing Zeris up the ship. With a landing on what was assumed was either a face or chest, Fera tore into the plant-thing, burning and slicing apart whatever her claws could find. Half a moment later, Fera jumped off again and targeted the next creature and repeated her attack, only to be rebuffed harmlessly. Fera crawled back, and stayed behind Zeris. “Attention Jedi: Unsure if my tools are sufficient for defense. I recommend…” “Blasts and bombs!” a shout came from behind the pack of things, followed by the boom of a rifle shot. Ruin crashed into the first beast he could, elbowing it aside as he pumped his flechette launcher and fired again. The monster in front of him exploded in a burst of wood and metal shrapnel, pieces lodging painlessly into nearby creatures. “Gah! Pain and possibilities? Haha! Guns and guts! Bad guts! Black guts! Bad black guts!” Ruin laughed as he pumped his rifle again and fired, obliterating another beast at point-blank. Some of them were beginning to stop, and face the droid. “Come get me! You nothing, you sons of stumps! I rip you up!” Ruin mocked. The first one that leapt at him got the same treatment as the others Ruin had targeted before. A quick explosion of shrapnel at point-blank. The others dove in after, only for the droid to side step them and move at a mad dash, pumping for another shot. Now a small pack of the things separated from the others, giving chase. One somehow managed to land on Ruin’s shoulder, but found that Ruin’s arm was more than enough to throw the thing off. “Guns and guts! Sons of stumps! Kill you good, haha!” Ruin laughed, firing again and again into the night. Fera sighed and continued speaking to the others inside the ship. “Ruin seems to be handling himself well. But I am unable to help our pilot. I suggest you force blast your way out here and begin dissection. She is making her way atop the ship. I will assist as best I can.” With this, Fera’s twin blasters began to open fire at the creatures from behind and between Zeris’ robotic legs. Small and petite and designed for softer targets, Fera’s blasts dealt blows like a bee sting to the monsters, still, she continued to open fire, as Ruin continued to drive attention away from the ship as much as possible and taking out what he could.
  22. After some time, and some more jogging and exploring, Ruin finally returned to the ship. Covered with mud from the knees down, caked with a thin layer of dirt, and dripping slightly with water, Ruin commented nothing as he passed by everyone. Fera followed closely behind and simply gave a few beeps and whistles. “Mud hole. Nothing bad.” And with that, Fera followed her ward closer then ever until the droid got into the ship. At that point, Fera turned and stared at what the pilot was doing, and got closer, not hesitating to use her claws to make her way up the ship’s hull to the wing. “Perhaps I can be of assistance? While my original programming was for sabotage, my processes have evolved to enable me to do some repairs and identification as well as deconstruction. I am also able to fit in more places on your ship that would take you much longer to access.” At this, Fera’s recobbled mandible arms, plasma cutter and welder, and it’s circular buzz saw. To emphasize her point, Fera even activated some of her tools. Still, Fera did keep out of arm’s reach of the pilot. It was clear the droid did not trust her quite yet. Meanwhile, Ruin had gotten onto the ship, not speaking a word to anyone. Instead he found himself in the cargo area, grabbing what looked like some dirty rags and towels and began wiping himself off. Only having one of his legs cleaned, Ruin looked at the now filthy rag. With a grunt, Ruin tossed the rag into a corner, giving up on his cleanliness endeavor and went to find the others. “Place safe…” Ruin commented, approaching Leena. “Ugly, boring, but safe. Big grass eaters. Small bugs. Large mud holes. No Sith. Boring. Got to kill Sith. Waiting for now. Grrr, Sith…Sith are everywhere. Must kill them. Must kill them all… Coruscant demands it. Kill them all…” Seemingly finished with his report, Ruin walked off without warning. The large droid circled the ship over and over. Muttering over and over about what he needed to do, clutching his flechette launcher tightly with both hands, Ruin gave the impression that he would keep watch until everyone was ready to go inside the ship for the night.
  23. The conversation between Ruin and Lok seemed to satisfy Ruin, who nodded at the words and continued with his own work. Finally as the ship landed, Ruin got himself ready for anything. “I explore. Find Sith.” Ruin stated as the pilot exited on the gangplank, Ruin starting to follow. Fera buzzed with outright denial. “We should stay with the ship. Not go looking for trouble yet until we know the dangers out there.” Ruin grumbled slightly and glanced around, then grunted with a static burst. One of the storage panels was partially open, with an assortment of junk inside. The large droid reached in and pulled out a round, almost watch-like device, almost tiny in his large palm. “Holo Transmitter and recorder” Ruin stated, clicking it on and off. The device beeped once, indicating a full charge and a strong connectivity to its paired object. “Civilian grade. Planetary range. Connect to the ship?” “Probably.” Fera concluded, agreeing with Ruin’s assessment. “Search nearby. Soldier programming. Good programming. They make camp. I make safe. Analyze threats. Kill any dangers. Report to Jedi. Then kill Sith.” Fera nodded at this, and took the device from Ruin's hands. “It’s not like I can stop you, so very well.” She stated as she secured the communicator Ruin nodded to the Buzz droid and strode the gangplank to the ground, flechette rifle in hand, nodding at anyone he saw along the way. "I'm going to check the ship!" the pilot called. Ruin shouted back as he began to make some distance from the ship at a brisk jog, not waiting to ask permission. “I secure the area! Make camp safe! Booya, make camp safe!” The footsteps of the terror droid trampling on wild and unkept grass were anything but stealthy. Each step was a thud of metal on natural ground. It was soft, as if a rain storm had recently fallen nearby, but not muddy. The taller weeds were well watered and thriving, while the grass was thick with green. The sun-setting made the entire area a shade of twilight, giving an eerie atmosphere to the surroundings. “Ugly planet” Ruin commented, still jogging, unimpeded by neither the terrain nor the mood of the planet. “Not really,” Fera replied, crawling from one shoulder to the other, scanning the area. “In my experience, most humans would find this place pleasant. Habitable even.” “Eh, ugly, especially the water.” Fera didn’t argue at this, and continued to scan. After a few moments, Ruin climbed up a hill that overlooked a pasture-like acre of land near the lake. At the top was a rotting tree, long dead, its leaves scattered to the wind years ago. Ruin knelt besides the tree, taking cover. “Animals. Big ones…” Ruin commented. Fera buzzed an agreement. In the pasture, along the lake’s shoreline, several herding animals. With the sun setting, the land was covered with shadows, but Ruin’s and Fera’s advanced sensors could still make out their shapes. “Looks like herding beasts.” Fera commented. “Shouldn’t be a threat. I don't recommend getting closer” “Geh, I want Sith. Gotta kill bad Sith. Justice and Ruin to the Sith. Be bad Ruin to the bad Sith.” Fera said nothing, and for the next few moments, the duo simply observed the beasts. A moment of silence on a foreign planet, unsure what the future would bring.
  24. For the entire flight, Ruin was uncharastically quiet. Whether it was because the ship brought back some old programmed memories or because Ruin actually understood that the pilot was under a lot of stress trying to navigate towards the core of the galaxy was unclear. But Ruin remained quiet. The only one who broke the silence was Fera, who informed Ruin of several facts. One was that the location of Byss once was owned by the Sith. Two was the fact about Lok not technically being part of the Jedi order. At this second fact, Ruin did give Fera and then Lok a glance, but still said nothing. Finally, only when the ship made an orbit around the planet, did Ruin rise from his own seat and began to pace around. His voice box started up, beginning its usual mutterings, as if somewhere in the droid’s system a switch was turned on. “Got to burn. Burn and blast. Sith got to die. Sith burn. Let's burn the sith. Burns and blasts and bombs. Sith are stupid, right Jedi?. Lets make them stupid and dead, eh Jedi?” While these statements seemed more directed at Lok, Ruin did give a brief glance at Leena as well after his mutterings. "Where do you want me to land?" “Crash and smash!” Ruin answered whole-heartedly, practically shouting from somewhere deeper in the ship. “Crash and smash anywhere. Just bring me Sith. Crash and bash the Sith good and dead.” Thankfully for everyone else, it seemed the sight of the Sith citadel wasn’t caught on by Ruin or Fera, as the two were busy in the back. Ruin was rechecking and re-polishing his own flechette launcher while Fera crawled around the ship taking inventory of all the supplies on board. “Got to rip some guts. Bash and crash, slash and dash, like you Jedi. Jedi but not Jedi. “ Ruin muttered while rubbing a small cloth over the barrel of his weapon, his words this time very directed at Lok. Even as the ship began to land, the droid seemed more focused on the Imperial Knight then his own weapons. “Jedi but not Jedi. Weird but good. You fight. I fight. Jedi fight. No red blade, just good blade. The why don’t matter, does it? No it doesn’t. As long as you are Jedi, then all is good. I like Jedi, and you are Jedi, but also not Jedi. I don’t mind. Killer healer a Jedi too, so we are all good. Plus pilot good too. Sith gonna die to us, heheh.” At this last statement, Ruin gave a light fist tap at Lok’s shoulder, then a nod as he patted his own holster, his strapped grenade, and the ebony vibro-blade. Ruin looked away and began to pace the ship, bobbing his head up and down, as if some silent song was playing over and over and only he heard it. It only was when the ship actually landed did Fera jump and crawl onto the larger droid’s shoulder, and address anyone who would listen. “Supplies look like they will last us a few days. The generator on board will provide myself and Ruin the power we need, and we have enough ammunition to survive on local wild-life should circumstances turn dire.” “Lets go kill! Lets rip and tear and bash and crash!” Ruin shouted at this. “I recommend we make camp, unless of course we have something more solid as to our goal on this planet?”
  25. While the others spoke and walked, Fera’s little legs struggled to keep up, at first skittering across the forested floor, and when that proved to be occasionally a little slow, resorted to jumping from overturned log to pieces of ruined debris. “While I am not one to believe in matters of faith…” Fera beeped and chatterred while crawling over a piece of metal. “I do know that Ruin has great faith in the Jedi and their insights. No matter their blade color. At this, Fera stopped and gave a glancing look towards Lok’s blade. Whether this was an indication that the buzz droid had noticed Lok was not like most Jedi or something else, she didn’t say. However, she continued her beepings and buzzings as she attempted to keep up with the other two. “If you insinuate there are ‘sith writings’ at play here, I believe that this will satisfy my ward. And if Byss was once held by Sith, then it is appropriate to believe that they are still at work there. Back when I was manufactured, there was only one Sith of note, and now there are considerably more. Sith do not die. They only go to sleep. Ruin understands this to a degree and will go to Byss with enthusiasm” ____ “Don't break anything. Yes I fly very fast” Ruin seemed to nod at this and gave a thumbs up towards the pilot. While Zeris talked with the natives, Ruin seemed to ignore them and continued his inspection of the ship, muttering the entire time. Words about battle, flying, and death flowed from the droid like sludge from a pipe: Intermittently and in bursts. Eventually, Ruin stepped out of the ship, and upon seeing the spear in the pilot’s hands, nodded. “Stabs and skewers. Acids and burns. Good good. But flames and fires better.” At this, Ruin pulled out his X-Pyre grenade and tossed it up and down, almost as if to taunt the natives slightly.
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