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It came to no surprise there would be conflicts in the galaxy. Between the Sith and the Galactic Alliance there would be bloodshed, one to rule supreme and the other... to rule supreme. In the eyes of the Trandoshan Chieftain Vox Stormblood, the Alliance alongside the original empire was a force of its own. Maybe not so much a tyrant but a political behemoth from what he's heard, the Chieftain figured the price of freedom would always come with a form of government. Can't people out aside their differences and just live life? 

 

That was a hard no. Vox knew as long as there was peace there would be war, his tribes conflicts against the Slavers on Trandosha was evidence of that. And this was the case, a tribe against the raiders. In his case, the War Pack against a much larger empire, fighting alongside a systems alliance. It had been three days since his deal with a Jedi of the Original Empire, after trying to figure out their name, Vox agreed to aid the Alliance in their war against the Black Cloaks, the Sith, in return they would help the Nudono tribe search a flourishing world vacant from the Sith. A world where the Nudono Trandoshans can start over and begin anew, the people free of the Sith... and away from the advanced planets and even away from the Alliance itself. 

 

The assault shuttle Vox stood in rocked, shots from below taken from below, above, or from any of the sides. There weren't any windows to view from, probably for the best, but Vox could tell there was a curious gaze about his younger sibling and second beta, Chaox. Where the brothers mind was, it wasn't on the battle to come. As a matter of factley, Chaox was slowly loading his Puncture rifle, leisurely fitting the strand of grenades one at a time. Equinox and Rylast were still as stone, both without their shields but at least fitted with a full set of armor. 

 

Chaox cleared his throat and Vox looked to him, the expressionless helmet of Vox looking over as he began to speak quietly, "I have a bad feeling about this, Vox. Here we could get shot out of the sky, but there we could get... something's telling us not to go. Call it paranoia." 

 

The Chieftain rest a hand on his brothers steel shoulder and replied, "Worry not. All might be fine and this will likely be another victory." 

 

But all may not be fine. This was a flagship of all things they were boarding. An opening made and it seemed the Alliance forces were taking advantage of it. If only the other three were here; Varsus, Krexis, and Romulus. The latter being a technophobe in an enemy ship, he was depressed that he wasn't the one to help with jacking the two star destroyers. The middle was their best sniper, Krexis was skilled in hand to hand as well and generally knew how to stay hidden. Varsus, the former, was always eager to jump in and experience the combat. But due to damaged equipment and weapons needing repair, Romulus stayed to do that, while the other two were recovering from old wounds. 

 

And in there, on the ship, Vox began to feel warning signs, Divine trying to tug him away at least not physically but to no avail. He felt he would need to rely on it this time, feeling... sensing something cold and growing colder the closer they grew. How the Alliance managed to get troops and ships aboard the vessel was beyond Vox. But either this will be a successful mission... or it would be a failure that resulted in death or retreat. The retreating would be wise, and well death, how could he lead his people to prosperity if there was no chieftain? 

The ships pilot spoke over the assault shuttles intercom, stating that they had entered the flagship and would be landing now. Vox bumped Chaox, sensing a nervousness that was unlike the more brutal of the three brothers, "We'll make it through. We always have, and always will." 

 

The quad Trandoshans, amongst a few squads of Alliance soldiers, felt the sudden jerk as the ship landed. The doors opened, and the Trandoshans were to be the last to exit the shuttle. As they moved forward Vox's heart raced and already he felt tensed, normally this wasn't the case. Being here, on this ship, it all felt wrong, but if this was the cost of the deal, them so be it. Of the last of the soldiers spewing from the hull there came four armored behemoths, wielding primitive and brutal weapons that have claimed many lives. Here, if they didn't accomplish their goal, they would leave a mark. 

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Vox and co. exited the shuttle his attention was immediately brought to the igniting of orange hues. By now most the squads would be scattered, Equinox and Rylast taking point as usual sides with another group. Vox happened to look up at the Sith, and in common she spoke, "Leave now, or I will teach you to fear mortality."

 

"She arouses me, Vox." Chaox said in Nudono, a slight grin invisible behind the helmet. 

 

"You call that attractive?" Vox replied, the two brothers chuckling at her remark, even easing the tension they both had. It was all he really had from having a nervous breakdown, both Vox and Chaox. It was what they had to truly prepare for the battle ahead with an enemy literally in front of them, calmness far better than pure anger. Vox nudged his head slightly, and with a slight wave of his fingers Chaox understood but took off after the other two soldiers. This was Vox's fight, and no one else's, though he couldn't help but feel that perhaps Chaox wanted in on this... No, they can handle the rest, this woman was his.

 

Vox then thought something witty. For the first time in a long time he'd knew he was in trouble, and when it was just he and this woman, possibly very powerful Sith, he merely felt calm and relaxed. Though the tension brewing did not stop churning. With a sigh, Vox stared at her, with his Puncture rifle being holstered and his twin Spikers clipped to either side, Vox pulled from his back the absurd weapon.  A staff weapon fitted with an elongated sword-like blade, he activated the main component within the staff itself. In a plague like green, the metal blade sparked to life. Half an hour was all Vox had, and that was plenty of time. 

 

In Trandoshan, Vox said to the woman in a dramatic tone, raising the staff held fist in mock, "You dare speak to a god about mortality, wench?!" 

 

Vox then stated, "Leave now, or I will teach you to fear Mortality!"

 

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Vox's smirk faded when the Sith charged, malicious intent was the only expression he could as she moved fast. Very fast. He was no halfwit though. Vox watched the woman carefully and as she quickly swung at his knees he spun the glaive in his hands and blocked the first strike, then Vox dropped and rolled back dodging the next attack and unholstered his Spiker. Raising the weapon he held down the weapons trigger and spewed forth not the typical single shot of a blaster bolt, but a volley of automatic spikes. 

 

As he regained his footing Vox rushed forward in an unexpected speed and swung his Glaive in a long horizontal ark. He'd then bring the weapon back and thrust it forward, allowing the weapon to slip from his grasp but grip it when he reached it's middle. His movements weren't barbaric but spoke gracefully, moving much like a flow of water metaphorically. 

 

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Vox felt the sudden clunk against his armor and he threatened a glance and actually took a quick look. That was enough to give the woman time to pull her attacks. When he swing his weapon the Sith ducked into the attack and struck his stomach. Warning signs going off in the fight or flight, he was able to maneuver his way away from the attack by clumsily backing away in haste, however the energy blade still pierced his armor. The intense heat touched his scales and quickly it severely burned him, but the pain did nothing to help the situation. He would turn for his third attack and another strike came in, except she successfully sliced at Vox's chest. 

 

The pain was severe but the cut wasn't deep enough to slice through him... Instead Vox would be missing scales and even muscle. And the pain was what ignited his anger. It flashed in Vox's mind, what these Sith, these Black Cloaks shot down his people, sent Slavers after them, and it began to come back. An anger passed through but it wasn't explosive, it was a calm wrath that felt... To any regular individual it would be gravely disturbing. 

 

Focusing on his hurt and hatred, Vox rolled to the side and threw his first Spiker at the Sith, then pulled out his second gun and began a barrage until the clip was empty. Vox would then charge, grasping the middle of the Glaive he swung the weapon thrice: the first was a horizontal swing of green that was low to him, but was at the hips. The second was a right diagonally slash and spun delivering another left diagonal slash. He then pushed forward with a thrust, his speed was great and his strength relentlessly furious, the only thing on his mind was defeating the Sith. Killing or letting live would come later 

 

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Though he was fast, she was faster. Though he landed blow after blow, she still stood strong. Vox began his descent down to a berserkers rage, and when the Sith slipped into the shadows he could no longer see her. He breathing was heavy and his veins throbbed, the pain doing nothing to help his current condition. He was ready to roar at the woman's words, angering him more until he felt a sudden chill, a calm hand touching his shoulder. Vox swung his blade wildly around until he faced nothing. 

 

The burden he carried, the death of his tribespeople, Atrinox's betrayal, his exile, the Slavers... The death of his father. All of it was catching up to him. You're fighting for the wrong side, Imagine the power you could wield. Gods, Vox realized he was becoming too much like these Black Cloaks, too much like Atrinox. His breathing slowed and he closed his eyes, holding the weapon in front of him and focusing on the light of the green blade that produced some luminescence even behind closed eyes. How could a chieftain of the Nudono succumb to his emotions, let alone even fight in a fit of rage? He focused, allowing the sudden calm of silence to take him... To take everything away. It was what Divine wanted, he thought, and he knew he couldn't save everyone not even his own people. 

 

A test or no, Vox allowed his anger to slip, he blocked out any sorrow that would come rushing in, his emotions were blinding him and he hadn't even noticed till now. With nothing but the silence, he stood in a readied position, unmoving, listening. The veins still poked from the adrenaline, his heart still raced but he blocked the internal thumping of his own life source. Vox- no, the Chieftain, listened and waited. He was to be an example of his people, calm, compassionate, but firm and fierce even in combat. There was no glory in killing a foe, but there was in fighting for his people, there was no honor in enjoying death, instead there was honor in fighting alongside his brothers and sisters. 

 

For seconds, Vox kept listening until he heard the igniting of the blade. He quickly turned and just in time parried the Siths weapon just enough to slash his left shoulder, the pain wasn't as severe but still it was a good burn. She then brought her blade back and stabbed forward, Vox immediately met his weapons with hers and pushed forward, locking the two weapons in a hold. His gaze would meet here, his body close to his own weapon as sparked of orange, yellow, blue and green danced across. For a moment he actually forgave her, but not before shoving the woman forward with his weapon. Vox rushed in in with purpose, not anger or hatred, and swung his Glaive in a horizontal swing, quickly pulled his Puncture out from his back and threw the large blade-like weapon at her. Vox then spun as he threw the weapon, holding his Glaive with both hands and making a short controlled diagonal swing just was the Puncture reached her, then brought his blade back and thrusted it forward at her midsection. 

 

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Vox's smirk faded as he charged forward. He was fast indeed and mustered any strength he had. But such was the tragedy in relying on brute strength in the final blow, and not on patience. The metal boots on the metal flooring was drowned out by the two assailants blades clashing, Vox felt the Black Cloaks blade slid gracefully as she made a slash across his face. His helm did nothing to protect against the hot weapon as it easily sliced through and cut his face. With the weapon so close to his eyes all he could see was a bright orange glow that blinded him. 

 

What was worse off, Vox felt his glaive leave his hand and he couldn't even see to correct that mistake. Where did he go wrong? Pride? Maybe. But it shouldn't have ended this way, he should have- and the doors opened as he fell to one knee, hearing blaster fire by the lot sounding the arena. Vox then felt hands grab him as he heard Equinoxes voice, "We are retreating! That's an order!" 

 

Moments before, the three Trandoshans were rushing back to the main hangar they boarded. They had allowed the two squads they followed to handle the enemy ahead and for the War Pack to head back and support their leader. They didn't hesitate. As they bust through the doors Chaox almost ran into his eldest brothers Puncture blade, and corrected his near mistake by swooping it up. And that's when he- they saw Vox collapse to a kneel. This sparked a sudden fit of rage as he looked to the woman who appeared ready for their arrival. 

 

Wielding both his and Vox's weapons, Chaox fired grenade shit after shot, Rylast getting idea to join in while Equinox scooped up Vox's Spikers and helped his Trandoshan leader to his feet. Putting an arm around the back of his neck, Equinox lead Vox out of harm's way. Looking back he noticed the plasma glaive still on the floor but just as he was about to change course enemies, from behind cover, began firing. He growled, knowing that losing the blade was not something Vox would like, but Equinox knew it'd be a death sentence. 

 

"We are retreating! That's an order!" 

 

Chaox didn't have to argue or agree with that order, he heard it over the comm link, for when he was depleted of his rounds more and more enemies shown up. He knew the War Pack could end them, but not with that harlot standing there smiling. They would meet their demise staying. Following while reloading his own weapon and providing cover fire, Chaox backed into the entrance of the assault shuttle they traveled on, done of the rebel soldiers returning fire as a few climbed on board. 

 

The doors closed and Vox was helped down into a seat. They felt the immediate jerk of the shuttle take off as the thumping of blaster fire ceased. There was an emptiness in his hands, the grasp of his blade loose and completely vacant. Vox should be ashamed... But he didn't. He should have felt defeat and it certainly lingered but what was born from it determination. He should have felt fear, but instead Vox felt relief. The Chieftain battled against an actual Sith and lived, a hard fought battle to add. The burning sensation across his face was painful but he rejoiced in it, it would be the mark of his first battle and never the last one as countless more would be earned. But now he needed to rest, then later, train. 

 

"Vox, can you hear me?" Equinox asked impatiently, "If so, nod your head." 

 

Vox only did that, nod to confirm that he heard his younger brother. He didn't want to speak in the matter would do nothing but curse from the pain the entire way home. Well, whatever their "Home" was. He sighed as the ride went from a vibrating to a smooth one, a jerk here and there as the remaining revel soldiers patched themselves up, not handling the retreat too well. Despite the Trandoshans capable of ripping them in half should they speak out of turn, even they knew it was a death sentence to stay there. 

 

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