Selvaris

[Jrosk]

Within seconds the situation had changed on it self two-fold. First Trith had foiled them, and then the turrets became bustling with life, bringing with them the hope that had spurred the red team to drop both Kelvin and Trith. A rush of adrenline rushed through his veins and he was surprised that it didn't ooze out of his scales as they coursed with such a quantity of the primal substance. As he nestled his E-11 to his chest, he realized that there was only one more prey left to be preyed upon.

 

With a giant leap, he found himself inches away from the man. The movement was so fast that it didn't even give him a time to react, especially for the fact that the turrets prevented him from getting a look at Jrosk at all. With the quick pointing of the E-11, a violent shock of blue errupted and sent a stunning blast that struck Sario's body, rendering movement impossible and almost instantly incapacitating him into a world of blackness.

 

Good job Red Team.

 

The trandoshan walked back, grasping Gatoh by the shoulder and whispering a positive phrase to the extent of, "Good job," into his hear. Meanwhile, afterwards he headed back down to talk to Lora, who had also come through for them on this excercise more than he ever could have predicted. The droid, the turrets, and eliminating Trith were all highly impressive feats and all led to the sucess of the team as a whole. As he approached her, she was fiddling with a droid.

 

"Hey Lora..."

 

The tongue inside his mouth nearly became swallowed into his throat, for he hadn't muttered the next words he was about to say in quite a long time. Pride had always been the enemy and weakness of the warrior, but perhaps somethings called for a bit of humility and to give credit where it was due.

 

"...thanks."

[Slicer]

((And now for the pain))

 

Upon reaching the ghost town both shuttles split up. The first shuttle flew over top of the where the last battle in the exerisces had been stage before landing outside of the building. 7 stormtroopers quickly unloaded nesscary supplies to sustain them trainee's for 3 days. as well as med packs, ect. Then as quickly as they had come they left.

 

The second shuttle however carried a far mor omonious feeling as it touched ground near the entrance of the city. Armed stormtroopers quickly escorted the prisioners out of the shutle. Once the prisioner's where lined up the 5 storm troopers kept their blasters on the prisioners while three more unloaded a few supplies enough to sustain the prisioners for one day. As well as leathal weapons. Then the orders were given.

 

"You twelve men are hear by granted freedom if you are able to kill the six troopers stationed here. You are nothing more than a test for them. However if you suceed then your freedom shall be granted. You have been given leathal weapons. and your food should sustain you for a day. Should that run out remember the 6 you are here to kill also have food."

 

With that the storm troopers released teh chains boared the shuttle and left t o the outskirts of the city. Where upon which they activated a force field to cage in all with in the city. So now it was a cage match between prisioner and trooper.

 

 

 

((I'll be controling the prisioners for the most part and since the three blue are out of action at the moment that leaves red to defend blue as well as protect themselves. My next post begins the pain!))

[Lora]

Lora looked up from her tinkering at Jrosk.

 

"No problem. You did good too. So did Gatoh. How're the blue team members? I only hit Trith with a light stun but got her square. Any idea what we're doing next? Or if we're being picked up?"

 

She continued to tinker, putting this new droid back together. She had salvaged all the parts she needed, it was only a matter of putting it all together now. In some ways this droid was easier to fix than the other one had been. This one, while it would need a good oil bath, hadn't been in as bad a condition as she had first thought. She looked up as the shuttle landed outside their 'base' building. Leaving the droid she moved to the window to look out, seeing the stormtroopers unloading supplies.

 

"This doesn't look good. We're obviously not leaving yet."

 

She noticed the red patch on some of the stores that indicated med packs. As no one had been injured - apart from blue team being stunned unconscious - that could only mean one thing. This 'exercise' had been extended. She looked back at Jrosk as the shuttle left again.

 

"I suggest we get those supplies inside and prepare for whatever is coming."

[King Kheldar vos Correlli]

Per the requested order, a supply of 100 magna guards arrives from KVC Enterprises droid factories in the Outer Rim. They are top of the order and in perfect working condition, but also quite expensive, having caught a premium for the old plans, shipping and construction fees, warranty surcharges for defects, and all sorts of other small, minor items that really make it add up. Never the less, they are fully equipped with premium weapons and armoring, leaving little room for complaint.

[Orik Bendan]

Orik donned a face of satisfaction as he glanced over the man who had just finished running numerous laps around the office. The sight would've looked quite peculiar had Orik not seen it done with such speed and efficiency. It was as though something was buzzing around the room, barely visible to the eyes and a blur to the senses. Wind had rushed from every movement that Slicer had made, and an especially large gust of wind that ruffled the clothing of the Kel Dor came whenever the man came close to him.

 

"Interesting. Very Interesting. I feel slightly drained but yet I am not tired."... that is what the man said. It was a natural and expected response, considering that the Force didn't drain just physical energy, but instead the powers of a force-sensitive could feed from the very essence of the mystical energy. Usually a being moving a quarter of that speed would be panting and begging for a rest out of pure exhaustion after this point, yet new resources were being tapped into by the man.

 

Impressive...

 

Now the men stood in the same room, both completly still with perfectly erect postures. The daunting heat of the planet was obviously kept at bay from the interior due to the lovly breeze that blew softly through troom due to the temperature system, and Orik took a second to melt in the cold embrace of not having physical, strenuous activities to perform constantly. Now it was just him and this man who wished to learn the many different ways of the force, and to fathom the awesome might that could be given to one who possessed such a power. Still, Orik's tongue wished to taste the might of battle again due to what seemed to be an unquenchable thirst for blood. The lust for combat had found itself deep in the soul of the sith lord and refused to give out for any reason at all. Somehow, for some reason or another, Orik was able to keep sane during this momentary period of relaxation though. His body was certainly not complaining...

 

Refocusing himself on a more pertinent subject, he turned to the armored Imperial and reached out a hand toward him, palm almost touching his chest. The dark side swirled around both of them and the power suddenly surged to a climax at the point of his finger tips. With a giant upheval of energy, a wave in the force was unleashed that sent the full-grown man flying through the air as if he were a doll. That assumption wasn't too far off compared to the way a force could treat even the heaviest, largest opponent as though he were a weightless feather, and the same could be said for Slicer at that time.

 

"Does it make you angry? You had no way to stop that, you were completly helpless. Capture that rage and focus it back at me. Try to get a small measure of revenge for me treating you like the dirt that you really are."

 

The tone of Orik's voice didn't give away that he knew Slicer was far more than dirt, yet rage was best served fresh and seasoned... the insult was the bit of seasoning that would hopefully trigger something in the man. Perhaps it would be another memory that Orik had felt the man continously dwell on whenever he was given a task, and perhaps it would not be. It would just take time to see his reaction to the current situation, and Orik was waiting patiently.

[Natoh]

Gatoh looked up to see a shuttle drop something off. Gatoh looked at the supplies before picking them up with ease, and carrying them inside.

 

He opened them and found many necessities, including some medpacks and such.

 

After hearing Lora's response, he replied with his own.

 

"No... it's not over yet. I am going to take a sniper position again. Lora, you should work on some of our defenses. Jrosk, just do what you need to do."

[Slicer]

((Whoops see the evil of the comp))

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[Slicer]

((Um yea got far too excited it seems))

 

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[Slicer]

It took an hour for the prisioners to stop squabblign and get some sembalance of order. They had every intention after all to take down their foes and walk out of here free men. They split in to two group of six men each. One called them selves blue team the other gold team. Gold team quickly decided that they would simply engage the enemy and simply beat the down with sheer foce. As a result gold team was the first group to run into the trainee's. While blue team stayed at base camp three members of gold team quickly staked out the trooper's camp from a good two building's over. As silently as the could manage the maunverued the other three to quickly burst in on the soon to be dead troopers.

 

After a mini count down doors wereburst down and fire erupted from the three men on the ground. as a result the three men who had staked out the trooper's quickly opened fire as well as they advanced foward in a sort of building hop fashion.

 

One man however broke away from this he was after something much better. a insurance policy if say the charge failed.

 

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Slicer's first recation to being flung had been to draw his blaster. Only a strong mental command had kept him from firing. Simply put he knew he would have to achieve his blow using his newest weapon. reholstering his blaster he let his rage simmer and grow. Random memories flashed back to bring his anger past a manageable level one memory in paticular really lit the fire under his collar. It had been simple he had been shot and had been lying inside the enemy village being tortured to various degrees. He had long ago resigned himself to simply die by his enemy's hand. Not in the heat of battle but instead in the aftermath. Suddenly he heard the fimiliar sounds of battle just outside off the little tent they were holding him in. Far to immoblized to move he could do nothing but listen while he heard what could have been his commrads dying or just as eaisly his enemy. Suddenly a loud tearing noise found his way to him and turning his head he saw five fully armed warriors of his tribe motioning for him to join him. He remembered the joy he had, had in seeing them. the joy that had been replaced by sorrow and anger when in the very next second 4 of the five men had been slain by slug throwers. It had happen all too fast. After that he couldn't remember much expect for the fact that he had indeed gotten out of there. Indeed after making sure the village had been laid to waste. To know that people had died because of him. Trying to save him had simply torn him up inside. For weeks he had wondered why hadn't they just let him die. Leave him to his fate instead of sacrificing so many warriors just to save him. this memory this very memory is what brought his to such a point. To have been called dirt after having men die for him was an insult that was beyond intolerable. To know that the men's lives would have therefore been wasted on nothing more than a sake of meat was something Slicer simply could not stand. Practically screamming a primal roar. He quickly grabbed hold of the force and began to bend it to his will. It was like a power cord that he could grab on to and release the elctricity inside. Instinctivly he let loose a blast from himself that demolished everything infront of his desk and sent orik into the hall a good 10 meters. as well as blew back the door and the surrounding walls.

 

Staggering to his feet he looked around and with a sigh shook his head at the mess he had made. His desk and files were still intact but 3/4's of his office had been destroyed. Motioning for 7 stormtroopers he quickly instruct them to clean up this mess and begin rebuilding the office.

 

He on the other hand went out into the hall to find the Sith.

 

"Only now do I se ethat was simply a ploy to have me release my rage. Perhaps there is some way to keep that under control not not be so eaisly led?"

[Orik Bendan]

((OOC: A little excited with the submit button?

 

Sorry about this post, I had to write it in 3 mins ))

 

Orik looked at the man and listened to each of his words with care and took them all in. The only thing that had really affected him about being hurled 10 meters was not the pain, for it was minimal, barely enough for a sith lord to even tap into. Yet it was the raw, untapped energy that was kept inside of Slicer and seemed to explode in a violent eruption of the force. That was by far the most surprising thing.

 

Viewing the now relativly broken office, papers dispersed and desks demolished, Orik used the force to flip over them easily and then began to run along side one of the walls. His feet hit the wall over and over again in a continous fashion, spitting in the face of gravity itself.

 

"Use the force speed I taught you earlier, and take it to a different degree."

 

The sith lord stopped and plotted his feet down on a spot in the floor and stood, awaiting for the man he was training to attempt the task. Surprisingly the man had accomplished everything set before him in a relativly quick and easy fashion, and the force must've come to him much more easily than it had to Orik or his previous apprentice, for they both failed at times. It would interesting to see how this man would go so long without so much as failing one simple excercise, and if he eventually did, how would he take it. Only time would tell...

[Lora]

She nodded to the other two, helping bring in the stores before she finished up tinkering with the droid. It whirred to life, activated and ready to serve.

 

"HK- 51s reporting for duty master. What can I kill for you?" sparks came off one of the wires and Lora moved forward to fix that problem before speaking.

 

"What can you kill for me?" Lora's voice was amused. "How's your scanners working Sparky? Take the life readings of the six of us here. Protect all of us, don't kill the other five."

 

"My designation is HK-51s Master. Not Sparky Master. My scanners are working at 75%."

 

"Yeah right-o Sparky. Get used to it. Only 75%? Hmmm we'll have to fix that later then, it'll have to be good enough for now. Any intruders you can kill but make sure you watch my back... and I don't mean literally either, I mean protect me."

 

Lora rolled her eyes, knowing all to well what she went through with her astromech in the beginning. She wondered how the two droids would end up getting on... well she wouldn't find out yet for a while.

 

"Yes Master. I do have programming as a protocol droid. I have specialised language cores and interaction protocols.."

 

Lora held her hand up to halt a long explaination.

 

"Right-o Sparky, that's enough for now. If you could talk with the monitors over here and see if you can communicate with the other cameras around this ghost town it would be appreciated. We want to know what we're up against. "

 

She received an affirmative remark from the indignant droid and went back to the monitors, making sure the turrents were still all online. She changed their settings from stun to lethal and then checked her own weapons. She put aside the stun weapon in favour of her favorite blaster, checking it to make sure the power pack was fully charged.

[Slicer]

Slicer looked at Orik somewhat in disbelief not that any of it could be read b his face. Mainly because it was hidden by his helment. This was something different. Easily beatable by simply tearing up the surface of which the Jedi or Sith walked, with blaster fire but still different. In all of battles, And through out his life he had never seen some one do such a thing to that degree. He decided he would have to think this entire exerisce through from start to finish. Every one had heard of wall running. He had done it himself a few times what he moved into the more technological adavanced galaxy. Not many walls all to run on in the jungle after all. However what he had just witness was only to be possible due to the Velocity upon which it had been achieved.

 

After a momment he figured he would start this almost the same way he started all of his wall wall jumps and runs but with using the speed of the force. Summoning the force and infusing it into his limbs, he quickly took of at a sprint just to get the speed he felt would be required to do this. Just as Slicer reached the wall, he exploded into movement placing his left foot on the wall at about thigh height.

 

As his foot placed, he stamps down on the wall at almost at a 45 degree angle and pushes his body weight upwards and forwards to prevent kicking away from the wall. The kick provides the force to get the height needed. While in mid flight, Slicer brings his right leg up into position so that he can use it to take the next step. Since he knew that each step would give him less power then the last he was glad for the force momentum he had gotten earlier. Continuing in such a fashion up the wall he pushed off the wall and ran at a sprint on the celling, by using the moment of the jump in order to gain enough speed for that which he would have lost not just in the wall climbing but in the turning of degrees. Upon running down to wall on the other side he decided the would simply have to be a better way. Comming to a stop where he had started he reched way down inside of himself and felt himself connect to all things around him. Then using the Force to speed his motioins once more he launched himself at the wall. This time however the wall felt strange to him notlike the solid rigid surface that he knew it to be instead it wass more like a spring board with each part of the wall conforming to his foot and what ever pressure he applied. Lightly he ran up the wall and on the celling before running down to wall again and returning to his former spot. He had no idea the force could chage his perception on the physical properties of things. Placing his hands on his knees, to recover from the rush of the new experience he suddenly stood straighter and answered a comm in his helment. After giving instructions to the man unloading the product he turned and faced the Sith Lord.

 

"That was indeed amazing the force changed my perception on the wall and how it would react to me."

[Jrosk]

An adumbration of a figure lurked throughout the building, his body's profile ever elusive to the eye as he became an umbra amongst the darkness around him presented by the lack of light that traditional came with the night. Jrosk had become a part of the veil as it had been gently laid over the planet and had all but vanished from the vision of anywhere at the behest of Gatoh. When told to do what he did, Jrosk could execute just that with deadly efficiency.

 

The man's extremities wrapped them selves around the twin flechette pistols that he had one him as he moved from shade to shade. They remained there, tightening their grip with every second as his senses did everything they could to become aware of what would be happening soon. The surroundings became his friend as he was drawing ever closer to the door, becoming one with his environment and feeling as though he were a part of Selvaris itself.

 

There he awaited by the entrance, sitting there in perfect stealth with every inch of his body concealed by the shades of black that were scattered throughout every place where the dim lighting had been turned off manually by the mere claw on his finger-tip”¦ a particularly sharp claw that wished to pierce flesh in a timely manner, yet would have to settle for the uncomfortable trait that the trandoshan seemed to lack: patience. His skin felt dry and he itched to move at all, to spring from his position just for the sake of activity, yet preparation for the oncoming storm would be ahead. Gatoh had been right, it wasn't over. It was far from over, and the challenges that presented themselves would soon double. As Jrosk's feet clung to the top of the frame in the entrance, he suddenly heard something”¦

 

A blaster bolt”¦

 

Suddenly the air burst into an invigorating display of ebullience and exuberance as activity coursed through the air itself and the blaster fire lit up the blackened night and the sound of which pierced through the silence like his katana would pierce through skin. The door opened and the breeze began to enter the room, filling it up with a burst of air as the oncoming volley of lasers outran the blaster pistols in the race to the building. Judging by the durations of rest between each bolt, the attackers were a trio. That number alone matched the number of waking members in the building, those that called themselves the red team. A feeling of pride and victory of having triumphed over the blue team had quickly fleeted from his comprehension to be replaced again with the primal rage that came to the reptilian sentient as battle and chaos ensued.

 

Pushing the weight of his trunk forward, yet still clasping onto the door frame with his feet, he began to fall from the door while drawing the two weapons he had decided to use. However, his clawed toes anchored his feet to the doorframe so that at the end of the fall he found himself swinging upside-down, blocking the door way. Tiny pellets exited the chamber or his guns and dispersed various different flechettes that were scattered in front of, moving to the direction of the attackers. They hadn't expected such a move, and suddenly they all felt the sharp stinging in their flesh as it was penetrated by the projectiles that the pistols launched with swift ease.

 

Just as he had become slightly visible in the light of the moon outside, he once again became an invisible stalker as he receded back into the building. Within in seconds he had ascended one flight of stairs and then just as quickly jumped out in as a nexu pouncing on the prey, only instead of shining teeth that were too numerous to count, he bore a sword that was laid gently in his hands. In the other, one of the pistols he had used earlier let out one round that caught the only man quick enough to point his weapon toward Jrosk by surprise, separating the weapon that he possessed from his grasp as it fell to the floor, dismantled by the impact.

 

They have underestimated me”¦

 

Now the three staggering enemies were looking around nervously, unaware of what the trooper might do. One would not have the fortune of much more time to ponder the answer, for the katana had used the momentum from the jump to make a clean slice that traced a crimson line of blood from his head to his stomach, resting by his abdomen for a bit only to pull the tip out of his flesh and severed arteries. Blood dripped to the ground as the man crumpled to the floor, soul having departed from the physical realm.

 

The two other looked quite pitiful, having been hit by the flechettes previously and having spots of blood scattered throughout their appearance, yet this didn't matter to Jrosk. A weakened opponent was still an opponent, and not until their lives had been taken from them would they be given the opportunity for mercy, yet they would not see such for the short remainder of their lifetimes.

 

One of them pointed a shaky pistol at him, hoping to bring him down with a simple blaster bolt. The other, however, began to limp away like the coward he was. The trandoshan could killed the one with at least enough courage to fight first, yet his blade met not the man's hand but his blaster. The strength of the warrior had cleanly sliced the chamber in half and it fell the floor, useless as the weapon that it had once belonged to and having about the value of the life of the worthless piece of filth that staggered away for his life. This man was not worthy of a death by a blade, yet he deserved to be tossed from this world in a violent display. Slipping his katana back into the sheath that dangled from his belt underneath his grey robe and holstering the flechette pistol, Jrosk now felt the weight of the largest weapon he carried: the concussion rifle. Bringing it to stomach level, his arms jumped back with recoil as a blue ball of subsonic energy was violently released with the inimical intent to cause the fleeing poltroon to fly”¦

 

”¦And that is what it did. It hit the ground right by the moving feet and the man was hurled through the air like he was no threat at all, which was really the truth. Through the extremely sensitive ears of the lizard, he could hear the faint sound of a distant Ka-dump as the body landed on the ground.

 

He is done.

 

Now the man that stood before him was the last of the three. He held no weapon in his hand, unless you could count the clenched fists themselves. Injury obviously meant nothing to the man, and Jrosk admired him, yet that didn't mean that mercy would be showed to him in the least. A slow swing was launched at the Trandoshan, sluggish from the events that had just transpired and easy for Jrosk to cross-block with a powerful instep and a swinging of his right arm, catching the man off balance. As he did this, his left arm quickly reached for the man's throat, claw pressing down into a pressure point where the shoulder met the neck.

 

The man let out a cry of agony and pain that echoed throughout the ghost planet, and the lifeless ears of the planet heard it and responded in kind by picking up the wind. Sliding his hand down to the man's wrist and twisting it so that his elbow was pointing to the floor, Jrosk's other hand made an upward cut that landed perfectly on the hinge joint on the arm, snapping the bone straight through the flesh in a blood display. Meanwhile, every place that the claws had grabbed had began to bleed with small sanguine streams that ran narrowly down towards the ground. Jrosk reached around and grabbed the pistol, slipping it out and placing it to the man's head, who was being completely controlled by the hold on his twisted wrist.

 

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[Trith]

Trith burst back into consiousness, Her hands grappling for anything to kill with. Finally she felt the cold steel of her neutered E-11. Not her first choice. She rolled and came up to a crouch, the rifle shouldered and her finger ready to press the trigger at a millisecond's notice. She saw Jrosk execute a man and immediately realized that they had moved on to a further stage of training. The Blastech E-11 was not going to cut it. She had to find better weapons...

 

 

Luckily, A crate had been dropped, she dug her weapons out and strapped them on. She pulled an HK and her vibrosword. Her back to the wall, She had full view of anything that might come toward them.

"I'm up. Who's ready for some gore?"

 

With that she vanished into an alley, The others knew she would keep in contact over the comm. She had hunting to do.

 

After wandering extensively She heard something. She dropped to a crouch and silently advanced. She saw a young man scrambling over a pile of rubble. Staying in the shadows, she closed the distance. She pulled a cylinder from a holster on her side and screwed it on the barrel. The newly suppressed weapon leveled at the man who was struggling to the top of the pile. She ligtly squoze the trigger. The slide of the weapon snapped and a thunk could be heard as the .45 slug impacted the prisoner on the base of the neck, severing the spinal cord from the skull, and rearranging the medulla. The body pitched foreward and rolled down the pile of rubble, Leaving a trail of brain matter and blood. The man was dead before he felt a thing, which to Trith seemed like a terrible waste, but it was silent and efficient. She safed the pistol and continued stalking the perimiter of their little camp.

[Natoh]

Gatoh left his sniping position to scan the surroundings for any hostiles. He slowly got up and walked out the door, noticing that one of the members of Blue Team had woken from their slumber.

 

Gatoh walked out of the main gates and quickly rolled into the shadows. He took a quick peak at his environment and ducked back down. He saw a man with a medium sized, swordlike, piece of metal.

 

Gatoh snuck around the man and jumped out with his vibroblade. The man noticed and used his sword to parry his blow away.

 

Gatoh began to strike at different speeds at the man and at some disorienting angles.

 

The two were fighting for their very lives. One for freedom and one for oppurtunity. Their strengths were even and their strokes were very similar in tactics.

 

Gatoh had particularly parried one blow away and fell unbalanced. The man took this oppurtunity and Gatoh felt a sharp pain. He looked down, and saw the new place at which the sword fell. In his gut. Gatoh fell to his knees. He took a gasp of air before falling completely on the ground a small puddle of blood began to show around him.

 

Gatoh saw the man walk away from the fight.

 

Gatoh could hardly breathe. He needed help badly. He picked up his comm and spoke just one word.

 

"Help."

 

Gatoh fell backwards and dropped the comm. He fell out of consciousness.

[Slicer]

Two men were left after the half baked assault where superior numbers should have won the day. Those two men quickly took stock of the situation and decided to fall on to plan B. Quickly finding where the troopers had hidden a catche of supplies, they took as much of it as they could back to where their base camp happened to be. After a quick run down of what had happened and some awesome food eating the 8 men decided their next plan of attack.

[Cobra]

Lord Kelvin woke with a start, Blast that damed Gatoh. He thought. As he got up her relised that all systems were normal as he checked his weapons.

 

"Help" he heard a weak voice say over the comm, it souded like Gatoh.

 

"Gatoh, where are you....are you all right?" Damn somthing must have happened to him, he thought. He steped out noticing faint tracks on the ground and pulled out his rifle using his scanners to find people. On the ground in front of him he saw Gatoh with his sword and comm on the ground next to him. Kelvin heard a sound down the street and swung his rifle up and looked through the scope. About 70 to 80 meters away he saw a man walking stealthly down the street with a sword hanging from his belt, still covered in Gatohs blood. Not wanting to take any chances he gave a short wistle and the man spun around.

 

"Pay back time you bastard" he said aloud as he killed him with two short blasts from his rifle to the shoulder and face, unrecogniseble after the shot.

 

He then quickly turned his attention back to Gatoh, the threat eleminated for the time being. Lord Kelvin turned him over on his back and took a turnikit from his pack and applied it over the wound.( turnikit is a bandage that is applied to battle wounds)

 

"Your gonna be fine we'll get you help, (over comm) Anyone I require additional medical assistance, Gatohs been injured by a sowrdsman who I've allready taken care of, My location is where we finished the red vs. blue fight, please respond."

[Orik Bendan]

A nod of satisfaction acknowledged the accomplishment of the man. However, it stopped as soon as the words had left the lips of Nadus, striking Orik as a bit odd. Perhaps his mentality didn't fully grasp how powerful he really was, although usually it was the opposite in most cases with sith. Most overvalued their skill and believed that they were invincible to some degree, yet that was obviously what prove to be their undoing. This one, however, might be the exact opposite, which displayed that his mind was extremly sharp and clever... to much so to become egomaniacle through these tasks.

 

"No, the force didn't change your perception on the wall. That is the talk of a jedi. The force doesn't change you... you manipulate it. You forced it to obey you, for you are learning the ways of the dark side, and a follower of the dark sider controls themselves."

 

With that, Orik began to walk out of the office without a word or so much as another gesture. There was, however, another little lesson that Slicer would have to learn, and this is how he would learn it. Inside of his mind, a small voice whispered something. What was the test would be if the man, if he could respond in kind.

 

Would you be so kind as to lead me outside, or to a place with a higher ceiling?

[Lora]

Watching the monitors from view to view she got a rough idea where the theives had taken their supplies. How they got inside to where they'd stashed them without being discovered Lora didn't know. But she now had them pinpointed via camera, zooming the view in to see how many they were now up against. She gave the others the information over the comms.

 

Over the comm she heard the request for help and grabbed up a medkit from the supplies remaining. She packed several of the other items, both food and otherwise in her utility pockets and left the turrents set up to fire on anyone who entered that wasn't on their "team" (both red and blue now combined) She and Sparky headed off, the droid gleefully going on about how he would enjoy killing something. Lora rolled her eyes. She had heard how bloodthirsty the HK series were but never thought she would end up with one. She might have to try and tone down Sparky's bloodlust. Next thing she knew he would be refering...

 

"Lemme at those meatbags! Com'on Master move faster... I want to kill some meatbags..."

 

Lora groaned...

 

The pair arrived at Lord Kelvin and Gatoh's position, Lora handing over the medkit, Sparky seeing the body lying down the street.

 

"You already got the meatbag. I want to kill something master."

 

"Yeah right-o Sparky, you can kill the enemy when we see them. Lets get Gatoh back to base so he can get fixed up and protect the supplies while we take out the enemy."

 

"Oh goodie Master. Don't just stand there then, hurry up meatbags."

 

Lora turned and glared at the droid, her hands going to her hips.

 

"If you ever call me "meatbag" again Sparky I'm pulling your plug - you hear me"

 

The droid backpeddled a few paces,

 

""Yes Master. I will not call your organic form a meatbag again. Can I still call the others meatbag?"

 

"Just as long as you don't call me one I don't care. I fixed you up mister, you owe me for that."

 

The two quarrelled for a moment, the droid still scanning the area on constant alert for someone to kill. Lora turned back to the other two, one of which looking worse for wear.

 

"Com'on, we'll get him back to base and patched up. Not a bad patch up job mate, I'm Lora. Don't believe I caught your name."

 

She kept her eyes open as well, her blaster ready to fire should the need arise.

[Slicer]

Slicer looked at Orik with an idea in his mind.

 

"We shall go to an abandonded city."

 

Activating his comm he gave out a few orders and then proceeded to the launch pad where just moments before a shuttle had left by his command to go to specific coordinates in the middle of the forest.

 

Walking up the ramp and onto the ship he noted off to his right that last four magna guards being heared inside of a building until they would be activated and trained.

 

Suddenly he got an updated feed from the labs down below. Filing away to watch it later he boarded the shuttle and took off with Orik on board.

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The prisioners had finally hit on a method of an attack. Swing four guys behind the complex where their enemy was staying they would use the other four to occupy and harden a building in front of the complex. A ssoon as the attack started from behind the four in the building would open fire from their hidden postions.

 

It took them less then ten minutes to get into the postions to attack. Hauling supplies and such to the building. The other four men swung behind the building. A minute later they struck. Blaster bolts rained down upon the troopers from behind. While the men in the fortified building opened fire on the woundered man, along with the droid, and other two troopers.

 

Suddenly shadow crossed over the field of death. Touching down infront of lora Blaster bolts quickly rained down on it's shelding.

 

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Slicer grew annoyed he had expected this paticular conflict to had already been over. Obviously his troopers were slacking. Powering up his armor to full capacity he unslung his blaster rifle and strode down the loading ramp. Blaster bolts suddenly stopped as the 6 foot plus armored man steped out into view. Suddenly blaster bolts rained down again as if the prisioners were sensing their immediate destruction. Slicer not caring about the men in the fortified postion instead disappered in a blur. After a moment all blaster fire in the back of the building had stopped. Walking back to the front he looked at the droid.

 

"You there droid. Go get rid of the mess in the back. Two men with broken neck and two men with blaster shots to the head need removing."

 

 

Slicer looked at the formerly fortified building. It would seem all the occupants had been removed.

 

"Troopers front and center NOW!"

 

As soon as everyone was assembled he spoke.

 

"It time for you guys to go home. Only one problem none of you are getting on my shuttle. However about 30 kilometers out in the forest a shuttle is primed and ready for you. It will only be there fore a short amount of time ad so it is your best bet to make it there in time. Unless you feel the need to walk back to base. By the way your time started before I even got here. Leave no gear or supplies it would only be a waste so take them with you. If I find so much as a raition bar lying around you will be in for a lot worse when you finally do get back to base."

 

Slicer then handed each of them a map.

 

"It is a very good idea to have already started moving." Slicer turned around and walked away.

"You are dismissed get moving troopers!"

 

Slicer then reboarded his own shuttle along with orik and took off. They only flew a short distance before landing down in another part of the city.

Getting off the shuttle he turned to Orik.

 

"This a large enough space for you?"

[Lora]

As soon as she heard blaster fire, Lora had dive rolled for the nearest cover, offering her own covering fire to both Lord Kelvin and Gatoh. Sparky opened up fire gleefully on anything he saw that wasn't their team.

 

"Come get some, meatbags!"

 

Lora spared a moment to glance up as the shadow come across her position, growing larger with the sound of the shuttle. She observed as the enemy were taken out, Lora having to call off Sparky from attacking the armoured being that had just landed.

 

"No Sparky, not that meatbag either."

 

She rolled her eyes as she stood up, her flexible armour having been scoured by a stray blaster shot.

 

"Do as he says Sparky"

 

Lora indicated for him to follow the instructions of clearing out the bodies. The bloodthirsty droid carried out the instructions before joining his new master and the others. She listened to the next lot of instructions, looking at the map and scanning it into her helmet for the easiest route. The problem would be getting there in a short timeframe. 30 clicks was a long way on foot, specially carrying supplies and injured. In some of her other endurance training she'd had full kit for a forced march, only thing was it was only half that distance and she had been partially rested before hand. Here three of their members were rested, one was injured and the other two had been on the go constantly since they had been dropped. Lora knew her limits were getting close to being reached. She was a small framed Firrerreon girl, not finished growing yet so was still a slight figure. She would grow taller in time. Jrosk would probably be alright with it, being Trandosian. Gatoh was injured, Trith seemed fit enough and she'd had her 'rest' along with Lord Kelvin and Sario when they'd been knocked out. She hoped she wouldn't let the side down.

 

Lora moved to gather up supplies and to 'load' Sparky up with them as soon as they were told to move.

[Orik Bendan]

The dark, robed figure reappeared on the surface of the planet, a grin of satisfaction hidden behind the mask that he bore. The golden blade had crept back into the hilt, stealing the goldenrod illumination away from the night air and now the Kel Dor took more steps toward the man who had just assigned a rather intense task to the group of Imperials. The group seemed to be proficient he would presume, perhaps some less than others, but no matter. It was not his place to evaluate these personel, for he could take them out with ease. Any of them. Orik was sure of it.

 

Now the figure was just a black menace, standing there and casting a taint of sinister evil into the his surroundings. The darkness around him became thicker, almost to the point where it became blacker than black could be. Within a second, the blackness receeded and the air became clearer than what would be thought possible.

 

Orik crouched down, directing the power of the dark side into his legs, almost to the point where he could feel slight tremors rumbling through them as they surged with the mystical energy. The laws of gravity once again became his servant, being beaten and slapped around like one of the prisoners he had just slaughtered. The physical realm could not master Orik Bendan, yet it would be the other way around.

 

Now.

 

With a sudden movement, a dark blur hurled itself into the air as though it were propelled by some unseen force of as though the ground had bounced the man up into the sky. The buildings all became smaller in his vision, and so did the man gazing at him from below. Within a few more seconds, Orik was back on the ground.

 

"You know what to do. Feel the dark side. Do it!"

[Slicer]

Slicer looked up at the man who had leapt at least ten meters into the air. He could track the movement using the sensors in his helment but he had powered down his armor on the small trip to the new spot.

 

The Sith wanted him to use the dark side to jump. However he doubted he would have to get mad to achieve that height. Summoing the force around him he could feel it boil down to the soles of hie feet bunch inside of his calves and suddenly he released he hold on it. Shooting up faster than a hornet on a rubber band.((Oh I like that one)) He quickly took stock of his height. At least he now had an alternative instead of burning up his jetpack, repulsor hybrid. It was almost enough to make him ditch the gear so that he would be faster and more agile. However he simply made a mental note that he now had a hidden way of achieving height besides burning through power packs..

 

Looking down at the buildings below he wondered how he would land. He decided to find out the hard way. As he simply fell back to the ground below he summoned the force to make it where he would bounch when he landed.

 

As soon as his feet touch the ground they statyed there. The whole experience not draining him in the slightest.

[Cobra]

Lora, I think it would be best if we load Gatoh onto Sparky, I'll carry the extra supplies if need be alright. I think we should head out soon"

 

comm-Trith, Jrosk we're heading out, Lora and Gatoh are with me please respond."-

[Lord Asshat]

Gatoh stirred for a few moments and barely opened his eyes. He felt slight bumps, which meant that they were moving.

 

"Whe...where are we going?"

 

Gatoh barely finished before falling back out of consciousness.

 

 

((Oops, wrong alias. My bad. This is meant for Natoh's account.))

[Orik Bendan]

((OOC: Sorry. I'm a bit busy with a few things right now, so that's why I haven't posted earlier))

 

Orik's eyes followed the man up and then back down as Nadus plummeted back to the surface with a giant bounce in the force, which propelled him once again into the cold night air. Vision is not what allowed the sith lord to evaluate the height that Slicer had managed to get on the jump, yet it was the faint echo of his heartbeat that trailed off the higher he went, almost like some form of echo-location.

 

The man was now beginning to think of something that might actually challenge this seemlingly unstoppable force of nature that seemed to do with relative ease what many could not do at all. Every task before him was not so much of an obstacle, but rather just a hurdle for the Imperial to jump over with the slightest of ease. Now was the time for the high jump that would put all of his ability to the limit and stretch it to see how much he had truly learned from the teachings of the Kel Dor so far. Tests were, afterall, the only way to evaluate the performance of a being.

 

And I'm interested to see how he does...

 

Fingers moved beneath the shelter of a black robe, each one connecting with a different object and pointing toward it. Everything in the ghost town was void of life, yet no place was void of the force... save Myrkr or The Last Call pretty much. The extremities were inconstant movement, slight and slow, but never resting as they moved their assigned objects up. The change in the location of the things was minimal, and only through the force would Slicer be able to sense their subtle manipulations as the great, invisible tentacles wrapped around each of them with complete control.

 

The objects ranged from the body of a downed prisoner, to one of the assault rifles that the group had used, to a small piece of debris that had been left over from the Imperial clearing of the town after the Rebellion lost control of it. They all served a similar purpose, and for once they had one thing in common: they were abour to be hurled at Slicer.

 

"Do what you must..."

 

That was all that the armored Imperial would need to know. It was a fairly simple instruction, but it was much harder to carry out than assign. It was just like asking someone to kill another being. It looked quite a bit easier on paper, but sometimes the corpse was that of the assassin rather than the target that found it's way dropping to the ground.

 

Within a quick second, the various objects were all hurled at the man from various different angles. Some he might be able to push away, while others he would perhaps have to jump over. However, Orik manuevered the objects so that the distance and speed of each one was different, to the point that even if Slicer jumped over all of them, he would still have to find some way to deal with some when he eventually got down. There were some coming down from the tops of the buildings, so he wouldn't be able to jump onto a building and escape that way. In the same way, Orik could change the direction of them so that he couldn't run past ALL of them. To manuever his way out of this one, Slicer would need to use all the things that he had been taught.

 

The Kel Dor just simply waited, a spectator to the events that were unfolding. He had received much practice in the art of telekenesis, and it was without a doubt one of his more used and practiced skills. Yes, he still worked on it, unlike many sith who just thought that after they became a lord that they were immortal, and that they would have no use in building up something that even an apprentice could manage. However, it had also won him many fights, and the pattern of sentient behavior was that somebody would only continue a practice if it worked for them in some way or another. Even now he was practicing, getting even better then ever before. Not in every instance was the trainee the only one to learn.

 

To make things somewhat worse to the man, Orik used a bit of his will to ease a thought into the Imperial's brain. It saved his breath, yet it would also serve as a minor distraction toward the man's senses, which were probably trying to keep track of all the hurling crap being tossed at him.

 

Your move Nadus.

[Jrosk]

Within an instant, the rush of combat that had engulfed the Imperial unit had died and withered to an atmosphere of surprise. The man that had been assigned the task of training them had dispatched four of the prisoners, yet Jrosk had also seen something incredibly odd. The view he had through the cold scope of his Nightstinger, which he quickly pulled out after spotting some men in a fortified building, revealed to him an event which both puzzled and amazed in the same breath.

 

The four men were all human, although their size and build varied. One second they were prepared and eating, the next drew their faces to a pale white and had their eyes nearly sucked into the back of their heads with terror. Blaster-fire could be heard by the acute senses of the trandoshan, along with the clanging of metal and the hum of some sort of weapon that Jrosk had never encountered before. Screams could be heard over the constant buzzing of lasers occasionally, and suddenly a figure came into view. A robed being adorned in raven black garb with a shining scarlet outline began to cut down the men with ease, and silence once again filled the air as a golden glow receeded back into a metal cylinder after having killed some of the men.

 

Amazing...

 

Jrosk had been making his way back to where he suspected the others were, which was somewhere around where he had seen a ship land. Thanks to his enhanced vision, he was able to distinguish the flying metal object from the surroundings. It was just one more of the benefits of being a trandoshan with a near unrivaled sense of everything.

 

Now he reached down for his comm link, which quickly burst to life with the sound of a man that he had just seen stunned by Gatoh's blaster. It was almost like hearing a dead man speak, but he knew that in reality, Kelvin was farm from dead when the blue bolt had coursed through his body. Still, he was use to people who he had seen shot not wake up again, and it was a scary feeling to know that once someone's eyes were closed, that they could be that way for eternity. Still, that wasn't even what sent the tingle down his neck that crept down to his spine. It was those that he had seen die with their eyes open, as if they were defying the very laws of death and not accepting their passing, yet you could still tell by the lifeless expression on their faces that they would never see anything again.

 

Quickly shaking off those thoughts, Jrosk received a communcation from Lord Kelvin and had decided to respond with a short phrase, since he would see them soon enough. He doubted that they had saw hardly any action, and in some for he pitied them for having missed it, for the thrill of death was truly one that was not fun to see slipping through one's fingers. It was something to be treasured, and it made the warrior feel somewhat selfish, yet at the same time he wouldn't have given up the chance he had been given and taken advantage of for anything.

 

"I will be there..."

 

Jrosk saw the ants grow larger and larger in his view as he walked near to them. It was now, when the adrenaline had begun to leave his sytsem, that he realized that he had become a bit fatigued by the process of his training so far. It was hard to keep going like this without any stopping or chance to catch a breather, much less to complete the various rigorous activites that Slicer had them accomplish. When he arrived, he was informed that they were still waiting for Trith to begin a 30Km journey with all the supplies.

 

With a large lift, Jrosk took a large bulk of supplies. The lift was solely with the back so as to not strain anything that didn't need to be strained, and he used his body to support the objects he was carrying. It was true that he could wait for Trith to come before picking them up, but knowing Trith, she would be there soon. Besides, what didn't kill him only made him stronger, and a bit of extra time holding up the weight wouldn't be such a bad price to pay.

 

Yet if we don't hurry up, then we might never make it out of this jungle...

[Slicer]

Nadus landed on the ground a strange feeling in his gut. Not really sure what was about to happen he decided to activate his armor. Which included his battle computer. A thought came from the Sith to his head and suddenly he sense not one object but many coming towards him.

 

Immediately ducking under the first once. He used the force to shove away a few more. However it was like every single solitary inantimate object was swarming him from dead bodies to guns.

 

Pulling out his blaster he started blasting a few of the smaller things while either dodging or pushing away the larger objects. However soon he was overwhelmed even with that tactic.

 

Suddenly in idea hit him.. Accessing the force everything seemed to slow down. Suddenly it was like he had all the time in the world. Before he had used the force to simply speed up his legs to go up a wall. This time he had accessed the force to speed up all of his body processes.

 

With his now increased reaction time. He founded it much easier to simply dodge out of the way of the various objects. Holstering his blaster he deactivated his armor he would trust in the force instead of his technology, a very difficult thing for him to do. However no longer distracted by his battle computer trying to tack over 30 plus objects he found he had a much easier time of escaping the objects being hurled at him.

 

He knew of only one way to make it stop however and that was a bit risky. He would have to take out the Kel dor without hurting him and without really getting himself killed. He was tempted to switch on his night vision to find the Kel dor but decided against it.

 

Summoning the force to twist and dodge despite his heavy armor he suddenly dropped behind the Kel Dor. Out of all the ways to escape the objects he figured this would be the easiest surely the Kel Dor wouldn't keep throwing things when he himself would be in the line of fire.

[Shag]

Sario walk along with the other troops having picked up some throwing knives he had strapped them to varies places. He had also found a nice looking double handed sword Sario had strapped across his back. Walking up to Lora he ask if could look at the map. Thanking her he scanned it in to his helmet and handed it back. Looking around he saw Lord Kelvin walking over to him he found out what he missed. Cursing himself for being hit in the first place. Studying the map he ran ahead a ways but still in sight of the group. Shifting the explosives on his back so he could walk better.

Edited February 8, 2006 by Guest

[Orik Bendan]

((Sorry for the uninspired post below))

 

The objects were all being hurled at various velocities, cutting through the air before being pushed away by a wave of the force or dodge through the new found speed of Nadus. Yet they continued to come in swarms, never ceasing or letting up on their foe. Continuously they came like hail from the heavens, flying towards the man without any reason to do so other than the fact that the movements of the inanimate were not done by their own will.

 

The sith lord stood there, unwavering in his stance and unfaultering in the rapid movements of his pawns as he tapped into the ebb and flow of the force, harnessing it like a swordsman would hold his blade, ready to strike. Suddenly, he noticed that the objects that were coming toward the man seemed to be coming toward the only other person in the immediate area also: himself.

 

Clever little man. However, he does need to learn one thing...

 

The darkness around them intensified, and the entire planet seemed to be cast in an endless shadow that blurred as the eyes attempted to fully comprehend the reach of the umbrage, yet they failed to do so due to the massive scope of influence the darkness had. In reality, the only place to be engulfed in the blackness was the one that Orik and Slicer were training in, yet it seemed to go on for an eternity, and not even through the corners of an eye could one see past the fields of seeming emptiness.

 

Now Nadus was right behind him, and the robe that the Kel Dor wore blended in with the intensified night so much that it was unnoticiable the way that he ducked down, his dark garb clinging to his figure. Now everything rushed at all sides towards Slicer, including something that hadn't been expected by the man. With a giant push from an invisible giant, the Imperial found himself off-balance and being sent on a collision course with the dead corpse of a prisoner, his head ready to ram into the rips of the man with force that would injure him.

 

Let's see him apply the force in a bit different of a way...