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Post by Zilfer on Mar 5, 2015 13:55:11 GMT -5
Zilfer hopped back as a blade sliced the air he had been a moment before. He had almost not seen it coming, his lightsabers hummed as he watched his opponent only to be interrupted by a voice from the side. He cursed his luck as someone outside was now going to interfere. He twisted his lightsaber slightly shifting into a more defensive form.
“Look I don’t have any money, but you should just stay out of this. Jedi business need not concern you,” said Zilfer hoping it would be enough to dissuade the man. He doubted it however, because normal people didn’t approach a lightsaber fight in the street, between a jedi and an all black clothed assassin.
His opponent, stood up straight drawing forth a platinum credit stick worth at least five thousand credits and tossed it to the men. “Half now, and the other half when we dispose of the Jedi. My employer wants him dead,” came the modulated voice.
“Great sword skills and deep pockets, you must be one hell of a first date,” said Zilfer turning slightly to face both groups. He began to reach out while he had this lull in combat to grab an air purifier above them. Hopefully it would provide enough of a distraction for him to escape rather than press his luck against 3 to one odds.
“Don’t we know how to pick em Ghost? Though I’m not sure if we are still after the same thing,” said Coin looking at the large and mysterious alien. He really didn’t want to get into a scuffle with the large creature.
‘You seek a Twin Blade employed by The Tower. She spread’s death and you seek to stop her. We will find both our answers in the Tower,’ said the alien bowing his head slightly. ‘I am Arthus, and do not require your assistance further should you be disinclined to follow.’
With that the Alien turned around and headed outside. Coin and Ghost looked at Talon squad for a moment and shrugged before following out the door after kicking their explosive laden thugs down to the ground.
Outside a transport waited as Arthus boarded. It was strange in make and neither Coin nor Ghost had seen its like before but they stepped on without a second thought. The Journey started as they whizzed through Nar Shaddaa. He swore he spotted someone with a lightsaber in the distance but he didn’t have time to investigate, instead his eyes fell upon ‘The Black Tower.’ It was literally a spire sticking straight up out of the moon’s city armed to the teeth with turrets as if they expected a civil war to break out.
He noticed their transport wasn’t slowing down, and was speeding straight for it. Turret’s raised taking aim and…. fired! Dodging the initial blast they saw a few fighters begin to poor out of the spire. Things were about to get a whole lot more interesting!
“By the force!”
“If we are the sum of our deeds then I’m afraid my past pales in comparison to those present,” said Bermfad. His fellow mando’s glare only reminded of his grand father’s glare, and at that he smirked. “Well I’m sure as hell not going to ally with the Darkhand who’s controlled by a Sith. The current “Mandalore” has had dealings with this galactic company, and I’ve no doubt she has her own goons on this planet searching for the Mask as well.”
“How nice of you to remember me Bermfad,” said a voice from the side as five armored figure’s approached. Four golden armored and the fifth a silver sheen.
“Katarina…” said Bermfad turning to face them. His muscles tensed up knowing a fight was inevitable.
“That’s Mandalore to you, Dar’Manda,” said Mandalore. She reached up taking her helmet off and a wicked smile held upon her lips. Dark red hair flowed down to her shoulders as she glanced briefly at Jay’ce.
“Who’s your friend Bermfad? He looks familiar…” she said eyeing him closely.
Hate burned deeply coursing through Bermfad. If he had been younger there wouldn’t have been much talking. He managed to calm himself enough to realize if she was here, then the mask most certainly was. That means…. she didn’t have it yet.
“How wouldn’t you know? Apparently you sleep around enough to know, half of those men under your command,” said Bermfad hoping to strike a chord. She brought her gaze back to him cooly, but he saw the venom hidden beneath that guise.
“Jealous?”
Bermfad actually laughed. Not a fake laugh but a hearty one like she had just hit the punch line of a long joke. This only annoyed her further. “Not if I had to play bitch to a rancor,” finished Bermfad.
“That can be arranged…” said Mandalore motioning for the four others to prepare their guns.
“Well well well…. what do we have here? A lover’s quarrel? I’m almost of the opinion that we should stand around and watch, but as much as I’d love to see how this plays out, I need Bermfad…. Alive,” said a Zabrak walking in with another figure who flanked him but remained silent. They both bore a claw insignia, and Bermfad immediately recognized who this guys worked for. The Darkhand.
“I’m not going anywhere with you…” said Bermfad.
“I was afraid you’d say that…” said 109K.
“If your going to pick a side you’d better hurry up and do so now,” said Bermfad to Jay’ce. Things were about to get heated.
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Post by Elifain on Mar 8, 2015 20:36:33 GMT -5
Jay'ce pushed off the wall he had been leaning against, and looked between the two parties now vying for attention. His gaze passed over the four golden mandalorians, before slipping up and down the armored mandalore, before his gaze finally came to rest on her eyes. Without breaking the look, he said, Ahh... the new leader of the mandalorian forces. Frankly, I have heard little of you to form an opinion. His voice remained neutral as he reverantly said, Ba'jur, Beskar'gam, Aliit, Ara'nov, Mando'a, and, Mand'alor. I accepted Canderous' rise to mandalore for reasons other than the mask... He had proven himself, something that has been lacking of late. Ber'ika here... Inherited the mask, which always left a sour taste to my mouth, for as we well know, the right to leadership isn't carried in the blood.
He finally broke eye contact with katarina, to glance over at the dark hand boys. With confidence, he said, Stay seated boys. you may want to witness. As his glance went back to Katarina, he said, still neutral, In the Name of Mandalore the Pereserver, and those who came before, I invoke the right of challenge against Katarina for right of leadership. As the ex-Fleet commander of the third imperial fleet, the commander of the Hellbound legion, and patriarch of the Drakain clan, I, Elifain Drakain challenge you. If I lose, I am yours... And I'll Kill Ber'ika, myself... As he swept through the speech, his smirk turned to a full smile. Even if this upstart knew of his fall from grace, his reputation alone would give pause to most, and hopefully bring about the result he wanted.
He didn't worry about Bermfads reaction, as it was irrelevent at that point, in his mind. His glove had been thrown into the ring.
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Post by Zilfer on Dec 8, 2015 15:48:10 GMT -5
“Guess that settles it then,” says Bermfad watching Katarina’s attention goes over to Drakain. 109K shook his finger back and forth towards Bermfad watching him closely. “Don’t try running now. I’ve got my eye on you and you won’t get far that’s my problem.”
“Hmmm… Drakain… Drakain I’ve heard that name before… ah yes. I remember I didn’t even have tits the day Kad fell,” said Mandalore holding up a fist squeezing it firmly. Her eyes were intense as she looked over at Jay’ce. “You’re the one he sacrificed to save because you were weak. All the rest of us fought and died by their brethren.”
“Wait you’re an Ordo,” said Bermfad confused before getting a look that would stutter a hyperdrive in themiddle of a complex sequence.
“Don’t ever call me an Ordo again, Ber’ad,” said Mandalore. Bermfad swallowed at that tone, there was a threat behind that but not a normal one. Something about that had seemed…. Dark.
“I was captured by the Aaray'ade who could not bring themselves to kill a little girl and then adopted by Ordo after the massacre. I learned your ways, and why your clan was strong. I engineered the fall of Aaray’ade and made sure I killed every last one that could become an enemy.” said Mandalore with even more vigor. “I hate you all.”
Everything Bermfad knew about Katarina clicked into place. Why she had thrown herself so furiously at training unlike any other girl he had met. Their wargames when they were younger he would find himself on the receiving side of her tactics, and they had butted heads all throughout this. To her this was more than a simple competition,she had wanted revenge plain and simple. Why had he never seen this before?
“Kat.... You know more killing isn’t going to bring them back,” said Bermfad knowing full well vengence is a path that only leads to more darkness.
“It’s too late for that Ber’ad. I gave up that option the moment I betray you and stole leadership for myself, and I’ll be damned if I’ll give it up to a force user or a coward,” said Katarina who’s attention went back toJay’ce. “So I offer you a counter offer, let us remake Drakain and destroy all potential enemies who cross us. Our fury will purge the mandalorians of weakness.”
“You can kill Bermfad, AFTERI bring him in to my employer,” said 109k uncrossing his arms and stretching his arms. The other man next to him cracked his neck side to side and 109k worried the man would make a move without his say so. CZ-75 wasn’t known for keeping people with a stable mind.
“Jeez thanks,” said Bermfad crossing his arms. 109k just smiled making his head of horns and teeth seem even more menacing. Something was off about that man, Bermfad noted though hiscarefree attitude he’d seen on many mercenaries, there was something different about this one. He didn’t even have a tense bodyposture despite the possible four way conflict.
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Post by MikDaTv on Dec 24, 2015 1:12:43 GMT -5
McCloud caught the credit chit, glanced at it, then pocketed it quickly. “Sorry Jedi. Talk is cheap and cash always pays.”
He raised his arms to take aim with his blaster pistols and opened fire. He’d never really fought a Jedi before. Technically he had been in a scuff with one but neither of them seemed keen on lethal force. If this were to be a fight to the death it would be McCloud’s first. He’d seen the news vids and he knew what lightsabers were capable of, especially in the hands of a Jedi. He fired slowly and deliberately, shooting both blasters as simultaneously as he could and aiming for a different part of the body with each blaster on each shot.
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Post by Zilfer on Dec 28, 2015 12:09:48 GMT -5
Just his luck, a merc joining forces with the blade-woman and yet he still didn’t know who specifically had ordered a hit on him, nor was he any closer in the investigation of Mandalorian activity on the Smugglers moon. This place was beginning to remind him of a Bantha’s backside. Didn’t matter how many times you tried to clear it some other pest would try to hitch a ride. With added blaster fire his options were getting rather limited.
The masked assailant came forward only to have an air vent come crashing down as Zilfer finally managed to pry it loose. As he guessed she managed to spin out of the way but it gave him another moment to process as blaster fire came at him. He was forced to activate the second side of his lightsaber to block both bolts at the same time. Normally he’d try and send the bolts back at the origin point but with two bolts coming at him at roughly the same time, there was practically no ideal way to do that.
Zilfer slowly backed up attempting to create distance, but two blades flashed inbetween shots and he twisted his lightsaber forcing both blades to the side, and followed with an arcing counter. His blow found purchase on the woman’s shoulder sending a small mount of sparks flying as the lightsaber attempted to get through her armor. On the backhand of his spinning saber he deflected another bolt to the side before flourishing in hopes to demoralize his opponents with aggressive showmanship. Something told him his two opponents however wouldn’t likely be dissuaded. Especially since he had missed one of the bolts and his underarm was burning a bit with the near miss. No one said showmanship was safe.
“I’ve always found money to be more useful when it’s not paying for medical bills,” said Zilfer positioning himself directly between the two. His next feat would require a bit of positioning, and it looked like he had a moment of lull while the assassin checked her shoulder briefly and then brought her vibroswords to bare. His muscles tensed wondering if she or the gunman would make the first move again.
Instead of what he was expecting the would be assassin lowered her blades, and something in her posture changed. “Looks like you get to live for a little longer Jedi. The boss wants to take care of you himself,” said the modulated voice. Zilfer frowned somewhat confused as she turned and jumped off the side of the street down a level. She landed nimbly and was soon gone from view. Zilfer deactivated his lightsaber and looked to the gunman.
“So now that our mutual lady friend is gone, I don’t suppose we can set aside our differences and come to an agreement that she always loved you more?” asked Zilfer whimsically. “I have a feeling this won’t be my last encounter today, and I’d be much obliged if you didn’t shoot me again. I also have a bit of spare credits if you have any information on some of the Mandalorian activity I've been tracking here.”
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Post by Zilfer on Dec 28, 2015 13:30:05 GMT -5
The transport jolted a blaster fire hit the ship despite evasive maneuvers. Coin cursed as his head slammed into the side of the durasteel hull. “I didn’t know suicidal aircraft runs were on the table today Ghost,” complained Coin.
The odd ship lurched once more but he managed to hold on with the second. They had some sort of advanced shielding but it was doing little good with the amount of turret fire they were against. Finally the ship returned fire in a beam of energy cutting a line straight through a row of turrets, resulting in their explosion.
Another hit from behind caused the ship to jerk to the side, and Arthus growled stepping up to the hatch and opening the ship. A mass of air blasted through the inside of the ship, as Coin and Ghost held on.
“I’ll be back,” said Arthus.
“You’ve got to be kidding,” yelled Ghost over the rushing wind.
Arthus jumped straight out of the ship, two energy blades arcing as he landed on one of the passing fighters. His blade pierced through the protective glass enclosure for the pilot and into the mans chest. He then jumped to the next fighter zipping the otherway, and forcefully gripped the wing. He was jerked, and Coin knew that if a human had tried that their arm probably would have come flying off.
Another line of turrets went down, and another of the strange alien creatures yelled from the front. “This is your stop, you're going to have to jump it's too hot to land in.”
So they did speak out loud as well as telepathically. Why did Arthus choose to speak telepathically he wondered. He and Ghost proceeded to the hatch, and jumped. They hit the ground rolling to try and reduce the velocity they were coming in at. They rolled to a ledge and Ghost managed to stop his Kaleth arms straining against the pull of inertia. Coin wasn’t so lucky and slide on past and over the ledge grasping for anything to hold onto. Ghost’s hand caught him at the last possible second. Grunting Ghost pulled him up with the inhuman strength of a Kalesh war fighter. He was glad to have skull faced Ghost still guarding his back even if all the rest of the Claw and Talons were mostly disbanded.
“Would you lay off the Bantha Burgers? I can only haul up so much weight, Coin,” said Ghost as he leveled his rifle towards the entry point. Coin laughed brushing himself off and pulled out his lightsaber, which he had learned long ago, was the key to any door.
“Hey, I’m not the one whose breath smells like Mynock Muffins Ok?” said Coin walking forward. It sounded like Ghost was going to reply with something back but a great metal slam cut him off. Coin felt the ground beneath him shake a moment before Arthus stood up dropping a large piece of metal from a fighter wing. Note to self, don’t mess with the large unknown alien guy. He doesn’t just rip arms off…. he rips blasting fighter wings off!
Arthus glanced at the two for a moment and Coin almost thought he smiled. Hope that guy had insurance. came the mental comment before Arthus turned to the door and muscled it straight open. Coin nearly dropped to the floor as fast as his jaw extended. Had he just….. cracked a joke? Maybe his head was still spinning from the bump in the transport. Ghost grinned wickedly under his Kaleesh skull mask.
“I’m beginning to like this guy.”
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Post by Elifain on Jan 11, 2016 3:24:38 GMT -5
Jay'ce stepped forward a step before bermfad, and shook his head slowly. Morith stepped next to the young man, and put a hand on his shoulder. You may want to step back, friend...
Jay'ce held his hands out to his sides, and laughed. You think I would join submit to one who cannot match me? You claim me as being sacraficed as weak, but I have challenged the dark lord Cain, have fought the nightmares of Corellia, and have fallen through the skies filled with gunfire, and emerged victorious. Mishuk gotal'u meshuroke, pako kyore, vod. Jik, when I am done, I will bring Bermfad to Scar. Leave this to the vode... He took a moment to look over those around, even glancing back to Morith with a smirk on his face before continuing. Morith began transmitting his signal.
. The mandalorians need to be awakened to the rot in their ranks. The mask of mandalore is missing, but there is no excuse for the weakness in the ranks. My name is Elifain Drakain, Fleet commander of the Third Imperial fleet. I issue this invitation to all who would rise to the former glory of the Mando'ade! I am reviving the Hellborn fleet, reborn as the first fleet of the old order, COME! and earn your place in the galaxy, or face us in combat... as he finished, he dropped two arm length blades out of his sleeves, and into his hands. He reached out with the force, to cloud the minds of the four gold shrouded mandalorians nearby, telling them to stand down for the moment. If it came to blows, he was going to narrow it down between himself, katarina, and possibly the monsterous brute behind jik.
Artemus and Picker quickly dove from the ship right behind coin and skull. Picker landed lightly in a roll that brought her behind cover, her blaster sweeping the area for any possible targets in site. Artemus was slightly worse for the landing, and ended up on his stomach, his aim snapping to bear, as Arthus slammed into the ground behind him. He looked over his shoulder at the mass of muscle, before commenting, think you could knock for us, big guy? ooh wait... too late... [/color] He quickly rolled over, and broke out quickly to stand between skull and any enemy who might shoot him in the back. Coin had almost gone over the edge, and skull had caught him, but they were in the open, meaning that any sniper could possibly eliminate half the team with one shot.
C'mon claw, on your feet!He shouted, his eyes and rifle swiveling between high ground cover.
Picker suddenly shouted out as what seemed like a shadow rushed towards her. She put 3 rounds into the center of it, before the shadow struck out, and became a solid force. a slightly smaller skirran stood, one hand clamped about her throat, and another poised and ready to plunge into her chest, its blade hissing.
Arthus... you dare show your face around me! Shouted the Skirran, glaring at the giant.
At the receiving of the signal, the dark cloaked figure smiled, and set the coordinates for Nar' shadaa into the hellbounds computers. The ship lurched to life, taking the cloaked Saerel and the small crew that he and his new apprentice had gathered to the coming battlefield. The lysander was ready for war.
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Post by MikDaTv on Jan 14, 2016 22:57:27 GMT -5
McCloud was floored when his client just up and left. It kind of put McCloud in a quandary. On the one hand, he'd been paid to do a job and his professionalism dictated that he should finish that job. On the other hand, she had decided not to complete the job herself, and she had not specifically given him instructions upon hiring him. Then there was the fact that if he lowered his guard the jedi would have the advantage. They had a reputation for being generally trustworthy folk but McCloud wasn't one to take a lot of chances by trusting a stranger he was trying to kill seconds before.
He thought for a moment or two before holstering his guns.
"No differences Jedi. It was just business."
When the Jedi asked him about Mandalorian activity McCloud shook his head. "Sorry, i just arrived planetside a few hours ago to gas up and look for work."
Zaz, who had watched the mere seconds worth of fight without moving finally snapped to. "ahem, yes." Came the sound from his voice box. "we have a prior engagement."
McCloud nodded. "Alright Mr. Zaz. send me the location of the freighter and i'll meet you there. I have to go to my ship to get a few things."
Zaz bowed and scurried away. The way Zaz looked and moved as he moved away made McCloud's skin itch imagining a thousand little tiny Zaz's crawling around. He hated insectoid species "Listen Jedi, stealing resin for the bug man sounds like a fun job and all, but if you need a body guard..." McClouds fingers flipped out holding a peice of flimsiplast with his name and contact info on it... "send me a message."
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Post by Zilfer on Aug 11, 2016 18:33:59 GMT -5
8 Months Later....
Zilfer nodded taking the card and placing it within the inner part of his robe. “I’ll give thought to it, though I’d reconsider your career. I think you would do well to join the republic, someone as skilled with a blaster like that should be easily able to find work within the Republic,” said Zilfer before giving a slight bow and moving off. “Force guide your journey.”
He proceeded further, there was much conflict going on, and he sensed a battle off in the distance. Something about a tower, and he had flashes of it coming down and killing thousands of people. He had to get there.
“Not so fast Lord Nanashi,” said a deep voice in the distance. Zilfer turned to look at the approaching man and gave him an appraising look. Was this ‘the boss’ that had been mentioned by the sword wielding woman.
“I’m afraid you’ve got the wrong man, I am Zilfer of the Jedi Order. Might I presume to ask your name….?” asked Zilfer turning his attention to the newcomer. Something was off about this black skinned man, and the wicked scar up the side of his face definitely meant he hadn’t gone to any beauty pageants.
“So polite of you to ask. I am called Mr. Dark by those of this age,” said the man. He gestured to the surroundings as if to emphasize. Zilfer caught the glimpse of the man’s hands in golden gauntlets with what looked to be some sort of red crystal in the middle of the palms. “It is unfortunately what the Jedi Masters did to you, though I do find it funny how your history repeats one of the subjects you were cloned from.”
Something resonated there with what he was saying but there wasn’t time to dwell on this, nor was there time to investigate this man who supposively knew him. “Look as much as I would love to exchange cryptic lines with you there is somewhere more important that I need to get to right now,” said Zilfer turning to walk away, and he stopped walking as soon as he heard a familiar hum.
“I know and I am here to stop you,” said Mr. Dark as he twirled his lightsaber into the opening stance of Makashi. Zilfer turned to see indeed the lightsaber held a red glow, that of a Sith. “They say you are one of the best duelists in the Jedi Order… Yet despite this you are not a Master because you let emotions guide your judgement. I’d like to see just how good you really are.”
“I thought there was a dark presence on this world, fouler than the present corruption but I couldn’t locate you. I guess you’ve saved me the trouble,” said Zilfer pulling forth his lightsaber and activating it’s dark core.
“Quite the contrary Lord Nanashi…. I’ve brought all the trouble,” said Mr. Dark as he proceeded forward closing the distance between the two. Lightsabers began to clash in a feverous clamour.
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“Very well if it is to be that way,” said Katarina a blade and a blaster drawn from her belt when the Drakain had procuded his own weapons.
One of the golden armored mandalorians faultered before snapping back to the world. Had his companions just yelled something about the force? Why were there blades in his opponents hands? They should just stand down and let their leaders work it out.
Another of the elite guard mandalorians felt the pull on his consciousness and reacted immediately drawing a gun and pointing towards the aggressor. His shot was thrown off by Bermfad’s mass slamming into him driving him backwards five steps and over the side. 109k reacted moving after him but the chaos was just starting. Another elite guard blocked 109k’s way sending a few blaster bolts into his chest.
Growling through the pain he forced his metal bones from his body out the front of his palm and with the thrust of his hand slammed it straight into the Mandalorian. The force shot him backwards off his feet, and 109K looked over the edge but his target was already gone. “Corellia’s daft pilots,” cursed 109K as another bolt hit him from behind. His anger was beginning to boil as his wounds healed supernaturally fast drawing off the force energy nearby of both living things and that of the force naturally occurring.
His companion had engaged the other Mandalorian, and with a force push blasted him back shattering through a plexiglass display of the Jek’Jek’Tarr. Fragments spilled everywhere, and walking forward the man tried to fire a disruptor rifle his way, only to find the bolts redirrected by the man’s swift hands. The man smiled wickly lifting his hand and all the shards of plexiglass and throwing them that way.
Katarina had engaged her newest threat with none of the cold calculation from before, and instead gave off the impression of a Vornskyr hunting it’s prey. Blocking a counter from Drakain she dodged out of the way of the second follow up strike to counter with her own quick shot blaster. The screeching of the humming of their vibroblades hissed through the air….
Bermfad grabbed a large metal droid leg to block a descending vibroblade. It sheared halfway through, before stopping. Not waiting for his opponent to try a second slice he kicked out into his opponents shins knocking his legs out from under him. He rolled off his back to a standing position faster than his enemy could and moved into capitalize. The Mando’a was going for a small balster at his side and Bermfad grabbed his hands forcing them high as the bolt whizzed past his ear. They struggled against the other not wanting to give any ground.
After what felt like an eternity he finally pushed his opponent offbalance and onto the back of the driver’s cock pit. The blast went off startling the drive to swerve into oncoming traffic. Bermfad managed to slam his opponents hand to let go of the blaster, but noticed too late a vibrodagger coming from his other hand.
--SLAM-- the trash compactor crashed into an oncoming speeder, sending both Bermfad and his opponent flying through the air, and trash flying all over the place to cascade and rain down below on more drivers. Bermfad hardly had time to register this as he and his opponent hit the ground hard going end over end not willing to let go. As they came to a stop Bermfad slammed his fist into his opponent once, twice, and when his grip loosened jumped back off him. He pulled one of his blasters out and blasted the Mandalorian in the Weakspot of the T-Visor right between the eyes.
Panting he looked up as a fighter flew past shooting at another one. What the hell was going on now? He noticed some looked like normal smuggling vehicles or a small militia but the other’s were of a make he’d never seen before.
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