Divergence in Destiny (Star Wars RP)

[shadowstrikr25]

Dathomir


@folclor @TommyGun15


Zerek stumbled as something tried to yank his ankle out from under him. He took a moment to regain his balance, looking around. 'Uh... OK. This is not good. Used the Force, is there anyone nearby?' Zerek looked around with his blaster raised looking for anyone who could have pulled his leg. As he scanned the forest, he found a familiar face looking back at him. "Wha-Why'nn?" Zerek lowered his blaster slightly, looking at her with confusion. Wasn't she being held by Iblen? "Damn, 01's gonna be happy. Look, we gotta get outta here. Why are you covered in blood anyways?" Zerek made a motion for her to come out and follow him, keeping his eyes on her. He did kind of try to kidnap her once, so he was expecting some hostility. He also thought her eyes were golden, not red, but he could be remembering it wrong.

 

[Wintermute]

@Grim Wraithe Stjerna


@folclor


EXITING DATHOMIR ORBIT / MANTIS PATROL SHIP


The tension flooded out of Errin's being as the message from the unknown Mando ship came through. Brothers really did aid brothers. He swiftly punched in some commands into the navicomputers display and pulled back on the ship's control stick, canceling the landing maneuvers. With another jolt of the stick and some effort, he managed to spin the ship around 180 degrees, away from the surface. He then began the sequence for tracking the unidentified mando'ade ship with which he had been maintaining contact. Moments later, the control panel emitted a satisfying beep, indicating that the signal had been traced and that the navigation systems had a coordinate lock on the mando vessel. Errin smiled and leaned back into the seat, switching the automatic pilot to follow the mando signal and he sighed. "Time to get the shab out of this place. Kriffing darjetii shabuirse (sith fuckers), what the shab were they doing in this place? First I almost get killed, then I almost get killed again, twice more. Am I a kyr'am (death) magnet or something?" he decided against removing his helmet for the moment. He never knew when his ship would be blown to smithereens.


After a few minutes, Errin spotted something in the viewport. The console beeped twice, notifying him that he was in close range of the tracked coordinates, and he practically danced in his seat with glee. He cleared his throat, realizing how foolish he was being and sat upright in the pilots seat. So far, no troubles had arisen. He hoped it stayed that way. He pressed down the communication button and relayed a message to the mando ship in his sights: "Su'cuy vod (Hello brother), this is D5 Mantis patrol ship speaking, I'm on your tail. I haven't died so far, so try not to blow me up." It was a simple message. He didn't trust them enough yet, but it was safe to say that they were mando'ade and they were brothers nevertheless.

 

[folclor]

Dathomir


@shadowstrikr25 @TommyGun15


Sanguina growled at the renegade's use of her other side's name.  Grabbing her saberstaff from her belt, she charged and ignited it.  "I am not Why'nn!" she roared.  Her attacks came in a flurry of blows as soon as she was close enough to strike.  Doing this put her out where almost anyone could see her, were they around back, but she wasn't thinking.  No, she was focusing her rage.


As she moved, her robes flowed, revealing more of her skin.  Deep cuts (though not deep enough to reach muscle or bone) decorated every bit of skin Zerek could see.  Only her head and halfway down her neck seemed untouched.  It must've been dreadfully painful to fight with all of those injuries.  It appeared no kolto had been applied and, while most had stopped bleeding, the activity was causing some of the deeper cuts to re-open. The cuts themselves were swirling, like a painter's strokes. It was likely that, all together, her body would seem a sculpture or some other work of art.


While all of this happened, Zerek would hear, on the edge of his mind, this same girl crying out in pain.  Slowly, words formed from the screams.  "I don't know your name, but help me, please!"  The manner of help requested was left ambiguous as the voice devolved back into cries of fear and pain.

 

[shadowstrikr25]

Dathomir


@folclor @TommyGun15


Zerek backed away from her attacks, dodging every way possible and backing up. As he saw the network of scars along her body, his anger flared. 'Sith. This is what they do for fun! And to one of their own! Wonder if those bombs are still active...'  That anger only flared further as he heard the screaming and the voice in his head. 'No way. It can't be that.' Zerek wondered if he was dealing with some kind of split personality, deciding to avoid hurting the girl he thought was Why'nn. 01 would kill him for it anyways.


He kept dodging out of the way of her saber attacks, drawing and igniting one of his own guard shoto to start blocking. At that point, he decided to try something. "Damnit!" His lack of offensive lightsaber proficiency was showing, and there wasn't much terrain to take advantage of. Her constant assault kept him on the defensive, leaving no openings he could take advantage of. "Look, I know you don't want to fight. Let me talk to Why'nn for five minutes." Zerek laced his words with the Force, making them more persuasive. He hoped he wasn't dealing with a split personality and that this girl would lead him to Why'nn so they could talk, and maybe not kill each other.

 

[folclor]

Dathomir


@shadowstrikr25 @TommyGun15


While Sanguina did, in fact, want to fight, she was not trained in mental defense. Even Zerek's attempt (novice though it was compared to her master) pushed through. The girl pouted, but extinguished her blade, attached it to her belt, and crossed her arms. "Fine, but only five minutes." Either this girl held disdain for the half-breed Sith apprentice or she was trying to protect her. The truth was not immediately obvious.


Blink.


Gold seeped out from the pupil, slowly overtaking the red. The girl dropped to the ground, her blood coloring the swamp water around her. She was shivering and almost as soon as she seemed to fully recognized the scenario, looking down at her robes, she began to scream, tearing at the clothes, attempting to get the robes that were so reminiscent of Nah-Iblen's off of her form. Her cries would not be heard by anyone not immediately with her as the sound of battle was much too great. As Why'nn (and it truly was Why'nn, her Force presence was more than telling) began to tear more of her clothing off, he would see more of the spiraling cuts. The girl was overwhelmed with fear and pain, tears streaming down her cheeks.

 

[TommyGun15]

Dathomir


@folclor @shadowstrikr25


Fali had ventured several feet into the forest when Zerek showed up, and when he saw them start fighting with Sanguina, he hid in the treeline to avoid any of the fighting.  He raised an eyebrow when he saw the change come over Sanguina.  She was acting more like when she'd first gotten to Nah-Iblen's compound.  Although... at the moment he wasn't sure that was a good thing.  Sanguina's bloodlust could've been handy in the Dathomir Jungle.

 

[shadowstrikr25]

Dathomir


@folclor @TommyGun15


Zerek stashed his lightsaber behind him and rested his face in his hand. "Fuck me running, I can't believe that worked." As he saw the state Why'nn was in, his rage flared even more, wanting to kill Iblen. However, he now had an injured, vulnerable girl stripping down in the middle of the jungle. 'On second thought, this was not one of my brightest ideas. I really need a drink, and she looks like she could use one too. Why don't I keep a flask of booze on me? And why did it have to be a split personality? Does the galaxy just hate me?' Still, he needed to at least try to help, if only so that 09 would stop riding him about freeing 01.


First, Zerek used the Force to make his words more calming. "Please, calm down. I'm here to help." Then he reached into his coat and pulled out a small medkit, walking over to Why'nn slowly, trying not to scare her in her current state. "Here, take this. You need it." He handed the medkit over to her, palm up. His face seemed to lack any emotion and the usually confident thief seemed to refuse making eye contact. He only had five minutes and wanted to get her to talk so he could figure out how to proceed, but that was seeming like a very distant possibility at the moment.

 

[folclor]

Dathomir


@shadowstrikr25 @TommyGun15


Why'nn's hand shot out, snatching the medkit from him before ripping it open. With the Force she pulled out the kolto spray and hit every cut with it. When she was done the bleeding had stopped and the cuts were properly scars. Her breathing was shaky and the kolto slipped back into the medkit. It closed itself up and floated back to Zerek. Slowly, Why'nn turned her gaze upon him. The look in her eyes was that of a frightened animal, or perhaps a person who had endured unending torment for the past few days.


"Who are you and what do you want?" she whispered, her voice shaking as well. She looked upon him with distrust and a bit of thanks. It was clear she was wary, however, and the girl had every reason to be. "If this is another one of his tricks you can go to hell! Get the fuck away from me. I don't care if you helped me, if you're working for him you can go die in a fire for all I care!" This was all bravado. There was no anger in her, just fear. The pain left her for the most part but she was in a deep state of panic. It was a wonder she was able to form words instead of whimpers.

 

[Proletariat]

Dathomir


The Metallic Assassin observed the brief fight between the mercenary and the Sith child. Their exchanges seemed amateur at best, though he assumed the mercenary's goal was not to harm Why'nn. It was truly difficult for him to resist the urge to squeeze the trigger on those meatbags, as vulnerable as they were in the clearing. The noises from inside of the compound were growing quieter and quieter, it seemed less Rancor were in the population now. Images of Zerek's skull imploding on itself as his brain chunks and blood melted together against the soil flashed across his 'mind's eye' cognition process. 'Be patient, soon, Manara will appear. Then I will strike, I will initiate assassination protocols on the Sith Mistress and retreat before anything can locate me. I'll find a way off this rock, laughing all the way back to Korriban to receive my payment.'

 

[TwystedPhoenix]

The Excalibur - Dathomir Orbit


Zac thought about why would the sith be here. "Try searching for any dropships? They wouldn't just hover in orbit they had to have landed possibly with a sizeable force. Try a biological scan of the surface from the ship for a sizeable amount of individuals." Zac explained. 


A Fleet of ships like this would have to include ground forces and they were here before us maybe even long before us.

THE EXCALIBUR - DATHOMIR ORBIT


Nikal nodded as Alli moved the probe around a little more aptly, looking for ships and troops instead of whatever they were looking for before. "Stop, there." Nikal pointed at the screen as the probe came to a halt. "Sith troops and ...", his heart sank a little before he continued, "Rancors."


He didn't like how things were looking and was almost having the urge to turn away.


"But why would the Sith be wasting their troops fighting Rancors? Surely they didn't come here to practice fighting giant beasts."

 

[Grim Wraithe Stjerna]

Dathomir


@folclor @shadowstrikr25 @TommyGun15


Delrick had covered nearly two kilometers as he moved towards his daughter, her presence in the Force, even as twisted as it was with Sanguina in control. She was his beacon and he followed it, the fear, panic, anger and rage almost getting for him to see. 


As he drew clear he heard the sounds of lightsabers clashing together, almost caused him to run and reveal his presence. He remained balm and focused, knowing he had in part trained Why'nn in the use of her weapon so he would trust in her. 


Still cloaked in the Force Delrick came upon Zerek clumsily defending against his more skilled daughter's blade work. It was when he used the Force to outside the Sith apprentice to let Why'nn speak, and succeed, did he see potential in the man. But when he wad offering a medkit to her after she came around did Delrick decide to offer him proper training. 


Slowly he stepped into the clearing the two, no. Three, he could feel the other hiding behind a tree, occupied. It would appear as though the grey Jedi was marginalizing from nothing as he approached. "Why'nn." Anyone who was nearby and force sensitive would feel the calm that accompanied him. His hands out to his side's palms up. His lightsaber staff hanging at his left hip, his curved shoto hidden away. Looking to Zerek he nodded. "Thank you for your kindness." Delrick continued to approach slowly, moving to embrace his daughter. "Why'nn, your are are now."


Mandalorian Ship


@Darkangel666


Chuka heard the message clearly once he was in the cockpit. "Alright, keep up if you can. Here's where we're headed for now." Chuka sent the coordinates to one of the moon's in orbit furthest from the Sith fleet. He didn't see a reason to lead this unknown to their handler. 


Looking to Illya. "Let's meet this hunter and make sure he's not going to be a thorn in our side." He slapped the pilots on the shoulders, making a note to buy them a round when they got paid. 

 

[Field Marshall]

THE EXCALIBUR - DATHOMIR ORBIT


Nikal nodded as Alli moved the probe around a little more aptly, looking for ships and troops instead of whatever they were looking for before. "Stop, there." Nikal pointed at the screen as the probe came to a halt. "Sith troops and ...", his heart sank a little before he continued, "Rancors."


He didn't like how things were looking and was almost having the urge to turn away.


"But why would the Sith be wasting their troops fighting Rancors? Surely they didn't come here to practice fighting giant beasts."

The Excalibur/Dathormir Orbit


Zac could feel it the darkside was strong here, might be the whole planet or the amount of sith on the world. Zac looked at the screen and began stroking an non existent beard. "At this point the only way to find out would be to go down there." he said. "I can feel them fighting down there and I also feel remnants of a previous fight. We shoudl interrogate one of those soldiers or maybe ic we're down there I may be able to feel for it. Whatever it is they're doing it has to be important."

 

[folclor]

Dathomir


@Grim Wraithe Stjerna @shadowstrikr25 @TommyGun15


Why'nn felt the familiar presence.  Her eyes widened, her shaking stopped.  "DAD!"  She sprang forward, leaping into his arms and embracing him.  It was only as his arms closed around her that the fear reared its head once more.  Memories flashed.  Nah-Iblen holding her, stroking her hair, the bathtub full of blood.  Her muscles tensed.  Tears sprang to her eyes.  But Dad wouldn't hurt her, right?  Dad wasn't the torturer...  Or was this all a trick?  A dream?  Would she wake up to find herself embraced by the man who carved her flesh?


Did she fight?  Did she take that chance?  The girl whimpered, clutching onto her father.  If he was going to hurt her...  She squeezed her eyes shut.  No!  Dad would never hurt her like that.  "Dad, we have to go now, I don't wanna be here anymore, please can we go?  Please...  He's still here, I know he's still here somewhere.  We have to go, we have to go now, please."  Again, her words were rapid.  "He has more rancor and and and I don't know where he is, I don't- I can't-  I can't remember!  I can't remember what happened or when or why and I don't wanna stay here.  Please... please, can we go?"


Mandalorian Ship


"If he tries anything we'll kill him."  Illya was not in the mood to deal with new people and she frowned at the idea of meeting another so soon.  Though, from the transmissions, he sounded Mandalorian, Ryols had been and that hadn't stopped the betrayal.  She crossed her arms, pursed her lips (though her helmet hid her expression) and turned to walk away.  The acquisition had been too easy, the Sith fleet too fast, and she didn't trust this new arrival.

 

[TwystedPhoenix]

The Excalibur/Dathormir Orbit


Zac could feel it the darkside was strong here, might be the whole planet or the amount of sith on the world. Zac looked at the screen and began stroking an non existent beard. "At this point the only way to find out would be to go down there." he said. "I can feel them fighting down there and I also feel remnants of a previous fight. We shoudl interrogate one of those soldiers or maybe ic we're down there I may be able to feel for it. Whatever it is they're doing it has to be important."

THE EXCALIBUR - DATHOMIR ORBIT


Nikal nodded, as right now that was the only option. "Alright Alli, keep an eye on the troops' movement and see if you notice what they may be after." Alli responded with an assured beep. "Hold on." he shouted behind him to Zac, who seemed to squeeze tight onto the pilot's chair.


Nikal focused hard on his piloting as he plunged The Excalibur into the planet's atmosphere. There was nothing but trees and deep swampy water, but he had to land as close to the Sith troops as he could while keeping as few eyes off them as possible. He rapidly scanned the treeline, looking for something. There had to be something, and there was. He made a small sign of relief as roughly two and half klicks to the east of the troops was a clearing. He turned the ship towards that direction, ignoring the beeping coming from Alli.


For the next few moments, the feeling on the ship felt like worry, possibly from the fact it seemed like Nikal was planning on driving the ship through the trees and water and straight to the core of the planet. The feeling suddenly drained from worry to almost chaos as Nikal pulled back on the control sticks as hard as possible. "Alli, thrusters!". Alli stopped his frantic beeping about something to comply to Nikal's order, activating the thrusters located on the bottom of the ship causing it to come to a screeching halt.


Mostly, at least. The ship still careened into the water, making a relatively large splash, and feeling as if the landing gear maybe have snapped thanks to being the middle part of a ship-planet sandwich which likely also caused a crack in the ship to form. None of this crossed Nikal's mind, instead he took a moment to calm his nerves, looking around at his surroundings and the probe's screen to make sure no one noticed them and then looking at his companions briefly, before sitting back in his chair and giving out a brief and calm laugh.

 

[Field Marshall]

THE EXCALIBUR - DATHOMIR ORBIT


Nikal nodded, as right now that was the only option. "Alright Alli, keep an eye on the troops' movement and see if you notice what they may be after." Alli responded with an assured beep. "Hold on." he shouted behind him to Zac, who seemed to squeeze tight onto the pilot's chair.


Nikal focused hard on his piloting as he plunged The Excalibur into the planet's atmosphere. There was nothing but trees and deep swampy water, but he had to land as close to the Sith troops as he could while keeping as few eyes off them as possible. He rapidly scanned the treeline, looking for something. There had to be something, and there was. He made a small sign of relief as roughly two and half klicks to the east of the troops was a clearing. He turned the ship towards that direction, ignoring the beeping coming from Alli.


For the next few moments, the feeling on the ship felt like worry, possibly from the fact it seemed like Nikal was planning on driving the ship through the trees and water and straight to the core of the planet. The feeling suddenly drained from worry to almost chaos as Nikal pulled back on the control sticks as hard as possible. "Alli, thrusters!". Alli stopped his frantic beeping about something to comply to Nikal's order, activating the thrusters located on the bottom of the ship causing it to come to a screeching halt.


Mostly, at least. The ship still careened into the water, making a relatively large splash, and feeling as if the landing gear maybe have snapped thanks to being the middle part of a ship-planet sandwich which likely also caused a crack in the ship to form. None of this crossed Nikal's mind, instead he took a moment to calm his nerves, looking around at his surroundings and the probe's screen to make sure no one noticed them and then looking at his companions briefly, before sitting back in his chair and giving out a brief and calm laugh.

The Excalibur/Dathormir Orbit


Zac didn't need to be told twice he grabbed both chairs locking his wan shen in it's magnetic sheath on his back. With his force enhanced strength he gripped both chairs to keep himself stable because anytime a pilot says hold on it means they're going to do something very reckless. Throughout the ride Zac held on literally for dear life especially leading up to the landing. As the ship more so splashed down than landed, Zac jerked forwards a bit and then let out a sigh. "When you said this was suicide didn't know you meant the landing not mission." Zac joked letting go of both chairs leaving his hand imprint in both.


"Sorry about the chairs though." He said once he realized what he had done to them.

 

[TwystedPhoenix]

The Excalibur/Dathormir Orbit


Zac didn't need to be told twice he grabbed both chairs locking his wan shen in it's magnetic sheath on his back. With his force enhanced strength he gripped both chairs to keep himself stable because anytime a pilot says hold on it means they're going to do something very reckless. Throughout the ride Zac held on literally for dear life especially leading up to the landing. As the ship more so splashed down than landed, Zac jerked forwards a bit and then let out a sigh. "When you said this was suicide didn't know you meant the landing not mission." Zac joked letting go of both chairs leaving his hand imprint in both.


"Sorry about the chairs though." He said once he realized what he had done to them.

THE EXCALIBUR - DATHOMIR


Nikal stood and surveyed the chairs. "She's handled worse. Alli, you stay here and keep an eye around us with the probe." Alli acknowledged the command and Nikal turned to leave, before stopping and staring at Zac's weapon. "Is that all you plan on bringing to this battle?" He stepped past him and towards the room beside the cockpit, being the armory.

 

[shadowstrikr25]

Dathomir


@folclor @TommyGun15 @Grim Wraithe Stjerna


Zerek exhaled, relieved that she was no longer screaming in pain, taking his medkit back and stashing it in his coat. 'This kid...' Zerek heard her bravado and chuckled a little internally. 'Nice try, but I'm already going to hell.' Then he finally responded to try and ease her out of her panic. "Easy, name's Zerek. Right now I would love to stab Iblen in the dick. Slowly. But 01's looking for you and I wanted to help out. Also, in case you were unaware, you have another personality that'll take back over in about four minutes and counting, give or take. And probably kill me. Also, you have a bloody bag on you. For whatever reason." Zerek was about to sit down, had a certain Gray Jedi not appeared.


As Delrick phased into existence in front of him, he jumped back, reaching behind him for one of his sabers. The calming feeling confused him. This was a battlefield, there was no time for calm.  What got him even more confused was Why'nn's reaction. Her rapid-fire statements, however, were much more understandable. "Uh.. you're welcome? Who are you anyways?" He straightened into a more relaxed standing position, a small smile coming to his face against his will at the mildly touching scene before him. "If you guys need a ride, I parked my ship just over there." Zerek gestured in the direction of his ship. He was also eager to get off this rock. Odds are he'd have to review what data Lindlea sent him before figuring out where Iblen was hiding. Not like the credits were all that tempting right now anyways.

 

[Field Marshall]

THE EXCALIBUR - DATHOMIR


Nikal stood and surveyed the chairs. "She's handled worse. Alli, you stay here and keep an eye around us with the probe." Alli acknowledged the command and Nikal turned to leave, before stopping and staring at Zac's weapon. "Is that all you plan on bringing to this battle?" He stepped past him and towards the room beside the cockpit, being the armory.

The Excalibur/Dathomir


Zac followed to look at Nikal's armory and replied "Yes it's my wan shen, I forged it and carved those markings into it. It's infused with the force and helps me focus my abilities. Besides I have many tricks up my sleeve, the Matukai are not to be under estimated. This weapon is all I need." 

 

[folclor]

Dathomir


@Grim Wraithe Stjerna @shadowstrikr25 @TommyGun15


"What are you talking about?"  Why'nn drew back a little bit from the embrace, turning to get a better look at Zerek.  She focused, trying to sense any deception.  Her face was awash with concern.  "Split personality?  I... n-no, I mean... It was...  I can't...  I can't have...  What?"  That threw her for a loop.  While she stayed beside her father, not leaving the safety of his arms, she did break her part of the embrace.  Preoccupied with his earlier comments, she started to go for her bag.


Even as she did, however, she continued to speak.  "This is my father, Delrick.  He's a Gray Jedi..."  It was likely that she was about to launch into an explanation as to how a Jedi and a Sith got together to have a child, but she opened the bag.  As she did, she froze and simply stared.  Slowly, she reached in and grabbed onto something.  Her eyes were wide, her expression blank.  She drew her hand out.  Its fingers grasped the hair on Nah-Iblen's severed head.  Why'nn seemed in a state of shock.  She didn't cry out, didn't scream or sob.  The girl only stared.  Inside a multitude of emotions swirled.  Anger, fear, sadness, remorse, disgust.  But even as the emotions threatened to overtake her, she was subjected to a freezing sensation.  Shock kept all of those things at bay, spreading like ice through her veins.

 

[Proletariat]

Dathomir


Meatbags were so useless that they, themselves, couldn't even realize how useless they were. 'Yes yes, wonderful a family reunion, now start crying for help or and get Manara to come out into my line of sight. I can't imagine how meaningful this meeting is. Let's all bow down and grovel at the mercenary's feet for helping someone. Maybe we should go slosh around the swamps and spread our filthy organic odor over everything. I don't think I've ever wanted to kill three meatbags more than the ones currently standing in the open, without cover, right in front of my scope.'


Fifty One was on the border of putting a bullet in the Jedi, another force user could complicate things, especially if it was Manara's flesh rod dispenser. Meatbags that mushed their horrid bodies together in copulation often had complicated and unnecessary feelings for one another. When Manara was dead next to him, he may cry for vengeance and seek out the shooter. Or maybe he wouldn't, that was the thing about meatbags, they didn't run on hard coding, they could just change their values whenever they wanted to suit their benefit. His trigger finger was creeping into the trigger guard, his tracking algorithms were locking onto Delrick. Then Why'nn pulled the head of the former Sith Lord Nah-Iblen out of a red bag. His finger relaxed, he rose his head off of the scope to see it for himself.


'Observation: This should be entertaining.' The gunmetal droid leaned back into his scope to watch the effect of this discovery unfold.

 

[TwystedPhoenix]

The Excalibur/Dathomir


Zac followed to look at Nikal's armory and replied "Yes it's my wan shen, I forged it and carved those markings into it. It's infused with the force and helps me focus my abilities. Besides I have many tricks up my sleeve, the Matukai are not to be under estimated. This weapon is all I need." 

THE EXCALIBUR - DATHOMIR


Nikal shrugged at the comment as he entered the armory. It wasn't very big, as there were roughly him and 4 other people on the ship at any given time so they didn't have a need for an excessive amount of weapons, but he still stockpiled a list of useful items over the years. The first thing he grabbed was a modified bowcaster and a backpack of applicable magazines containing pure blaster energy, fire, sonic, and ion. The bowcaster had been made light-weight for easy non-Wookie use and was designed to fit 10 round magazines instead of quarrels. He'd come to like the bowcasters after spending some time on Kashyyyk but wasn't strong enough to carry a normal one, and this particular weapon he had come to enjoy more than others. The second thing he grabbed was a bandoleer of grenades, consisting of seven frags, a poison, and a couple ion.


He almost seemed satisfied, but he couldn't be. Looking around the room, he realized he had a lack of weapons to take out rancors, or a large portion of Sith troops, or Sith ships, or even Jedi. Then he noticed he didn't have any kind of protective armor, not even a combat suit. No shields of any kind either. He shook his head in disappointment, understanding this was going to be a much more painful fight than anticipated, but he wasn't a frontline soldier so it should have been expected. He grabbed a vibrodagger off a nearby table sheathing it on his upper thigh, strapped the bandoleer on, and turned to look at his Matukai companion.


"You can sense the presences on this planet, so I'll follow your lead."

 

[Field Marshall]

THE EXCALIBUR - DATHOMIR


Nikal shrugged at the comment as he entered the armory. It wasn't very big, as there were roughly him and 4 other people on the ship at any given time so they didn't have a need for an excessive amount of weapons, but he still stockpiled a list of useful items over the years. The first thing he grabbed was a modified bowcaster and a backpack of applicable magazines containing pure blaster energy, fire, sonic, and ion. The bowcaster had been made light-weight for easy non-Wookie use and was designed to fit 10 round magazines instead of quarrels. He'd come to like the bowcasters after spending some time on Kashyyyk but wasn't strong enough to carry a normal one, and this particular weapon he had come to enjoy more than others. The second thing he grabbed was a bandoleer of grenades, consisting of seven frags, a poison, and a couple ion.


He almost seemed satisfied, but he couldn't be. Looking around the room, he realized he had a lack of weapons to take out rancors, or a large portion of Sith troops, or Sith ships, or even Jedi. Then he noticed he didn't have any kind of protective armor, not even a combat suit. No shields of any kind either. He shook his head in disappointment, understanding this was going to be a much more painful fight than anticipated, but he wasn't a frontline soldier so it should have been expected. He grabbed a vibrodagger off a nearby table sheathing it on his upper thigh, strapped the bandoleer on, and turned to look at his Matukai companion.


"You can sense the presences on this planet, so I'll follow your lead."

The Excalibur/Dathomir


Zac watched Nikal gear up as he did somhe expected the guy to pull some giant rocket launcher or something. But it was clear when he picked out a vibrodagger that he didn't have one. Zac sighed at this, and he talked about my wan shen. Maybe those explosive will do good if lobs them into a rancors mouth. Though combat is definitely going to take some teamwork. By teamwork I mean him not shooting my while I engage the enemy up close.


"Understood." he replied when Nikal designated him the guide. Zac moved to the landing ramp only to remember they landed in water. "I assume your ship has another exit." Zac said.

 

[TwystedPhoenix]

The Excalibur/Dathomir


Zac watched Nikal gear up as he did somhe expected the guy to pull some giant rocket launcher or something. But it was clear when he picked out a vibrodagger that he didn't have one. Zac sighed at this, and he talked about my wan shen. Maybe those explosive will do good if lobs them into a rancors mouth. Though combat is definitely going to take some teamwork. By teamwork I mean him not shooting my while I engage the enemy up close.


"Understood." he replied when Nikal designated him the guide. Zac moved to the landing ramp only to remember they landed in water. "I assume your ship has another exit." Zac said.

THE EXCALIBUR - DATHOMIR


Nikal thought a moment for a second way out, before nodding and leading them to roughly the backend of the ship, where an emergency hatch had been installed into the roof some years prior. "Alli, open the back hatch.". There was an electronic sound coming from the ship, following by what sounded like metal clanking together as the gears to the hatch slowly opened it. Nikal put a preemptive arm in front of his face, expecting sunlight to shine through, but there was no sun, just trees.


"Its all your's, comrade." He spoke to Zac.

 

[Grim Wraithe Stjerna]

Dathomir


@folclor @shadowstrikr25 @TommyGun15 @HK Fifty


Delrick was not phased by Zerek's reaction or movements. He smiled and hugged his daughter close until she broke free to clarify information. 'A separate personality? That would explain her presence in the Force.' He watched as he daughter introduced him to the mercenary, to whom he politely nodded. 'But what did that bastard do to you?' Looking to Zerek as he asked about a ride the grey Jedi raised a hand. "Thank you, but no. I have a ship, but you are most welcome to join us...." It was the wave of mass emotions that drew his attention back to Why'nn, who was holding a severed head. Moving to her side he placed a hand gently on her shoulder. "Why'nn? Are you alright?" Not getting a response from her, physically or mentally, Delrick placed his right arm behind her shoulders and the other on her head. "Sleep now." His suggestion empowered by the Force, Why'nn fell unconscious, her body going limp into her father's waiting arm. 


The sounds of the battle slowly dying out, which would mean Manara would most likely start looking for Why'nn, and possibly him as well. Gently the grey Jedi lifted his daughters unconscious form and began to walk from whence he came. The head of Nah Iblen sinking into the swamp. "If you wish to learn how to better use the Force and that blade follow. If not, do as you will." All that was said with his back towards the mercenary as he walked. He sent the pick up signal to T7, knowing it would be a few minutes before the Tythian Shadow arrived. 

 

[TommyGun15]

Dathomir


@folclor @Grim Wraithe Stjerna @shadowstrikr25


As Delrick began to carry Why'nn away, Fali stumbled out of the bushes, desperate not to be left on Dathomir.  He ran up to Delrick and fell to his knees, bowing to the Grey Jedi.


"Please sir, I beg of you.  Take me with you.  Please do not leave me on this horrible planet."


Simply from the way he was dressed, it was obvious to any observers that Fali was a slave, and judging from the patterns of scars that criss-crossed his body, almost identical to the ones covering Why'nn's, it didn't take a genius to figure out who'd been Fali's master.