Kuroni Spartan Masters

From the depths of space, hundreds of shuttles emerges around Funestus and speed toward the asteroid. Inside, chaos rages, as thousands of warriors raor threats to the pilots, and especially to the one called Deimos. All these creatures had been indoctrinated for war. During the shuttle ride, Deimos had encouraged that each was responsible for the kidnapping and that once they landed, they would enter a combat to decide who was the best warriors. Upon landing, 10,000 Noghri's escaped and headed to the East side of thr asteroid. Mountains covered this side of the asteroid, giving perfect places to hide and makes homes. 10,000 Trandoshans roared their rage upon setting foot on the asteroid. They made their homes in the jungle part of the asteroid.. Their they could live like they did on Dosha. Immediately the two species came in conflict and battle ensued. "Master, I have fulfilled your wishes. Honor me with your praise."

Deimos's right hand balls into a fist and snaps to his chest before bowing to KHorne. His eyes never leaving the Gods own eyes. It had been awhile since he had had a real mission. And now his school were being caleld upon. "Come you untrained monkeys. Your God has given you a task. And I have be chosen to lead you for now. We will be heading to a few destinations, capturing several thousand people. While on the way, I want you to practice these moves." Deimos hands each Massassii a holodisk. Each disk contained melee combat manuevers that Deimos himself had invtened. Each good enough to rival a Jedis lightsaber fighting, except for the fact, the Jedi's weapon would slice through their own. The Massassi march onto their ships and Deimos heads to a single starfighter. "Massassi pilots, input the coordinates I deliver." In mere moments, the shuttles and 1 starfightere plummeting through hyperspace.

"I do nothing unless Khorne wishes it so. I am his Champion. I am his right hand, an extension of his will. You are merely a Force-user under his guidance, hoping to become what I am." Deimos stays behind the throne, awaiting his masters guidance.

From the shadows, Deimos emerged. His former garbs had been replaced with a modified version of the Imperial Guard armor. Instead of the classic red, it had been painted midnight black. The regular cape that was worn to cover the armor had been replaced with a trenchcoat. And he wore no helmet. His face was clearly displayed, red eyes burning into his enemies eyes. "That was no training. Maybe for soldiers of mortals. But training for the warriors of gods deserve more time and commitment. You are no General." Deimos steps behinds Khornes throne and awaits any command the gods gives him.

Deimos's emerald eyes cast themselves upon the warriors down below them. His eyes seemed to cast power upon the Massassi as he turned toward the control center. "My master wishes to have a shuttle prepared so that we may leave with our army."

"Sorry Master. I will be silent untill you request me." Deimos whips around and his trenchcoat pops. his armor clinks as his feet quickly manuever him through the facility.

The torrents of Kamino raged onward as from the sky, the ship containing Deimos and Khorne dropped down toward Tipoca City. The main city of Kamino had long been used for the creation of clone armies and Deimos looked around, wondering why he had been brought here. What prupose could this place of science have amongst gods? "Master, we have arrived."

Deimos bows down before his master and speaks. "Master, what is your wish of me to do."

"I like killing my master." Deimos reveals himself and steps from the shadows. "I have returned."

The Special Bus landed and the landing ramp was lowered.

The stars around Myrkr twinkled with beauty and grace. Without those stars, the planet would never see either. The planet was a wasteland that happened to have grown some trees. It had one city, that had been deserted for years. None lived long on this planet, none except the vicious creatures on the surface, the vornskers. They attacked anything they saw. But there was much to be gained form this planet. If only one could live long enough to collect it. The smaller species that were hunted by the vornskers, the ysalmiri. they seemed to have a unique attribute that made them so popular to those enemies of the Jedi or Sith. They seemed to keep the Force at bay. Something in their blood created a bubble of Forceless area. If harvested properly, and kept alive, they could even repel Force attacks. But the ysalimiri were not the reasons Kuroni Spartan Masters had come here. Neither was the joy of the hunt of the vornskers. He had come here purely by accident. He had only wanted to get off the rock he had forever called home. And he would land here to rest and be on his way again. He watches as the planet spun in orbit, waiting for the next victim to come down and try to steal her livestock. But Kuroni had no interest in collecting the miraculous ysalimiri. He only wanted rest and relaxation before continuing to find employment. The engines spurt fire as the ship slowly maneuver its way down through the atmosphere. Spartan could feel the metal of the ship heating up as he took it down on a gradual course through the atmosphere. The stolen T-120 C-Wing was holding up remarkably well through the atmospheric pressure. Masters regretted having to steal this ship from its owner, who had probably worked hard to buy it. But Spartan had earned the right to steal it. He had survived the harshness of the Tattooine desert with only one arm and a vibro katana. If anyone deserved this ship, it was him. And the protegee needed to find his way off the rock. And he had always relied on himself, and would always rely on himself. He turns the controls toward a small city he spotted. He knew there was noone in the city, seeing as how the thermal imaging he was picking up was nowhere near human. But he had to risk it, he needed some rest. He had been flying through hyperspace for three days, always having to stay awake in case he came out somewhere in the middle of a warzone. Spartan brought his ship to a slow stop in the middle of the street. He maneuvered the ship down some streets until he found a home he could rest in. He stops the C-Wing after putting down the landing gear. Masters closed the hatch as he stepped out and looked at the home. He put his hand on one of his Blastech DH-17 Blaster pistol and unsnapped the strap. He could easily draw the weapon in an emergency. The Bounty Hunter walked into the home and walked up a flight of stairs. Upon reaching the second floor, he was met with a horrific sight. The bones of a human lay chewed to pieces. He walked over and prayed to whatever god they believed in, for them to rest in piece, instead of pieces like they were in at the moment. He carefully moves the bones off the bed and unsheathes his vibroblade. He slides the blade underneath the mattress so only the hilt and blade guard were showing. Kuroni closes his eyes and falls asleep, but listening for any signs of attack. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The world of Myrkr slowly spins, oblivious to the sleeping hunter. The world did not care whether he lived or died. It only cared about staying, keeping on spinning. But the creatures on Myrkr, felt otherwise. The animals in the sky flew overhead, thinking they had found an easy meal in the young man sleeping in a rotting house. They circled overhead and began to slowly lower their altitude, bringing themselves closer and closer to a free meal. The small insects had found a warm place to rest underneath and beside the sleeping hunter. They sucked on his blood and getting a meal while hoping that the man did not wake up and swat them. The monsters in the forest had decided they had let the man stay alive long enough. 4 vornskers had slinked their way from the shadows of the forest to the deserted city, already deciding who would be the one to kill the man. Kuroni's eyes snapped open as he heard creatures crawling up the stairs, squaking overheard, and buzzing beside him. His hand flew to the carved hilt and drew the silvery blade, cutting through the air. The blade sings its beautiful song of thrumming as the hilt guard is rotated, activating the vibration cell. The blade begins vibrating a thousand times per second. Spartan swats the bigs away and stands to his feet. His ears hear a creak as a vornsker finishes climbing the stairs and appears in the doorway. The grey wolf-like creature snarls as the vibroblade stands between it and its meal. Masters keeps his eyes locked with the vornskers as it circles the room. He keeps the vibrating blade between them and waits for it to pounce. Suddenly the monsters leg muscles tense, giving away its strike seconds before it did. Kuroni ducks down and brings the blade horizontal to the floor, with the blades sharp edge diagonal. The blade slices through the chest of the vornsker, separating it from the rest of its body. It falls to the floor dead with blood spilling out onto the floor, spreading to the corners of the room. The other three vornskers appeared at the top of the stairs. They took a look at their fallen leader and begin snarling with anger. They pounced and Kuroni began to move quickly, killing efficiently. He swings his sword up cutting a gash into a vornsker before turning it around and slicing the tail off another. Both dropped to the ground, but each landed differently. The first feel to its knees from a gash in its front leg, while the other merely landed on its legs, before turning and leaping again. Kuroni quickly unholsters a single blaster pistol and fires a bolt into the brain stem of the vornsker, dropping it dead on the ground. The only healthy remaining vornsker leaps onto Masters back and begins scratching. Kuroni drops his weapons and reaches behind himself to grab the furry beast. His mechanical arm grabs the scruff of its neck and hurls it through a wall. The monstrous cat falls two stories and lands on the street below, cracking its spine. Spartans terrifying gaze turns to the writhing vornsker, swimming in the pool of blood, still oozing out of stump of of the sliced and diced vornsker. His blade carves out his name in the pool of blood before putting the vibrating sword through the heart of the remaining vornsker, putting a damper on the spark of life. The bloodied yet awakened warrior walks out of the dripping, bleeding house. He walks into the street and to the C-Wing in the street. He sees three salamander creatures on the ground near the fighter. He recognizes them as ysalimiri and grabs a special nutrient frame backpack and loads a ysalimiri into it.. He loads the other two into nutrient frames and puts one in the front and one in the cargo bay, successfully keeping the Force from messing with the fighter. He powers up the engines and soon is repulsing above the ground. He pushes forward on the throttle and soon the C-Wing is blasting through the trees and through the atmosphere. Kuroni punches in the hyperspace coordinates 0,0,0, and is soon on his way.

Real Name: John Masters Nickname: Spartan, Knuckle-head, Slick Age: 24 Species: Human Height: 6'5”