Beasts from the East

With Korriban, the ancient home world of the Sith, destroyed, the Sith Order have retreated to the sanctuary of the frozen realm of Zoist.
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Re: Beasts from the East

Post by Emic Lai » Wed Jul 07, 2021 8:21 am

“Her brood is probably--” That was rich. Easy was a myth; everything in life was a challenge. Some things were more challenging than others, of course, and this was definitely at the higher end of the spectrum. Alexis was eating well today, her belly stuffed with the lives of things that didn’t even know what ‘alive’ meant. Filled up on snacks, maybe, but Alexis would dine on sentient souls again, someday soon. For now, it was enough to feed the hungry.

The scope followed the youth as it charged Sa’ato, an elaborate crosshair, a red dot encircled by several layers of rangefinding, remaining lined up with the eyes. She heard the crack of wood splinters as she tracked it, swinging left to find that Sa’ato had been impaled through the hand and was being dragged along by the charging beast. The tree’s feet were skidding through the sand and volcanic ash, leaving sparking trails behind him. That would need to be addressed.

Unfortunately, the task of finding a shot was complicated by Sa’ato’s presence, flailing about like a hooked fish, obstructing the line. That rumbling wasn’t helping, either.

A flash of movement in her periphery was what alerted her. Emic lifted from the sight and saw Kressara, lifted clear of the ground by that deadly horn. She heard speeder bikes over the sounds of a snowy forest. She blinked and saw that place, where she and Zeth would hunt. She heard his voice as she held the rifle.

“You’re breathing too hard. It’s throwing off your aim.”

Then, Emic’s own voice, young and naive. “Damn thing’s taunting me. I can smell its blood. I could go over there and just tear its head off.”

“It can run faster than you can.”

“I bet it can’t.”

A sigh. “I get it, Emic. The fever’s strong in you. You just can’t face down the whole galaxy in a fair fight. Sometimes you need an edge. So just breathe.”

Another sigh. Then, there was no sound where a gunshot should have been.

“Hey, I did it! See that, Zeth?”

Emic looked to her right, and saw the form of Zeth, ethereal, half-present. He was looking to the distance, as if he were a hound that had caught the sound of something imperceptible to all others. “Emic. Run.”

“What?”

“Take the gun, and run back to the cabin. Don’t stop.” He drew a blaster pistol from his side.

Emic looked, eyes glazed with memory, back to the young tulrus, the young Sith being carried into doom. Devastation at impact. Neither Kressara nor the beast were there anymore. Just two Helrott scumbags, sitting in that shiny speeder, killing her cousin.

Alexis dropped from Emic’s hands, as if to say, ‘go.’

The Zabrak, all full of the rage that consumed her when she and Fabian looked upon Zeth’s mangled body, sailed over the edge of the ravine. From her back she drew a vibroknife, a vicious blade that whined as it approached supersonic vibration. She twisted in mid-air, facing the back of the tulrus’ skull as she landed on its back, between two rows of horns. The first thing she did was rip her hat off and throw it away, so that if this thing could see behind it’s head, it would know just who murdered it.

As the glitterstim set in, the omnicidal fury of its attacker filled the tulrus with an equal rage, as it began to flail about. Emic was not concerned with its opinions. She found the neck, and began to tear through the armored flesh with unrivaled brutality. The knife split the skin. The hide’s efforts, for its part, provided significant resistance. Emic’s arm pulled with extreme force, the power causing tremors in her arm at full flex; Emic though, could not stop, like a desperate mother lifting a landspeeder. The flesh sheared open, allowing Emic to reach the soft tissue underneath.

Fist and all stabbed viciously into the open wound. This was not a killing of the hunt; that would imply some respect or honor to the occasion. This was a murder, borne of hate, of vengeance, of justice. The tulrus-- those Helrotts, screamed and flailed in desperation, tongues falling out of their bloody faces, eyes crossing as the muscles needed to keep them looking forward failed. They begged for a life that was already over. Torrents of blood sprayed onto both Emics, their faces contorted into a monstrous snarl, screaming violence to the stars.

Finally, with an entire arm absorbed into bleeding flesh, Emic found the spinal cord, severing it with a wet snap. The beast went limp, and the Zabrak went spilling onto the coal sand.

Still wrapped in battle fever, the raging Lai stabbed repeatedly at the dead beast, even digging her face into its wound in order to rip out its gullet with her bare teeth. The rage faded, as she spat out the viscera, collapsing to the ground in fatigue. Her eyes fell to Zeth’s corpse-- to Kressara. She was still living, it seemed, if incredibly wounded. Removing her from that obsidian pike would seal her fate.

It wasn’t the same. Kressara was not family. The two barely knew each other. Yet, Alexis had seen fit to make it close enough during this strange odyssey. A gift: the high of fighting for the clan, even if it was just pretend.

The sour taste of tulrus blood, heavy with metals, left Emic’s mouth with spit. She climbed to a knee, that was all she could manage in her exhaustion, and she gripped her knife with bloodless knuckles, staring down the other beast, daring it to show down.
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Re: Beasts from the East

Post by Kita_Ikari » Fri Jul 09, 2021 9:53 pm

She looked away to find the Neti very unhappy with her unwise move as he tried to warn her of the dangers out here of her voice carrying and the female having offspring nearby. Granted, for the first time in a long while did she not think before doing something. It had been out of concern she yelled within the canyon to see if Kress was alright, but that proved to be a bad move for all of them as they all turned their gazes to see 2 more tulrus's coming their way. The ground shook, blue eyes wide is shock as they both came straight for the group.

Silvanius quickly began to turn away in a chance to make a run for it as one of the tulrus ran straight for her. However as unfortunate as it was, she hadn't made it in time to get out of the way. She had still been partially out of it from the bump on her head from her earlier fall off the female while killing it. If there was any moment the sith apprentice was regretting a move on her part more then anything, this was the one. It was WAY worse then when she shot at their enemies with her partners in the crossroad with her ship. It seemed today she was just attracting death to her companions. "CRAP!"

She hadn't made more then a few steps before the large beast rammed into her like a freight train. The impact alone was earth shattering, and she was met seconds later crashing into the rocky ground, narrowly missing its tusk hitting her straight through her chest. Dust and dirt flew into her face, momentarily blinding her as she scrabbled to turn on her stomach, lifting her arms over her head for some protection from any flying debris. But it wasn't the end. As she had turned, the large creature had managed to step on her left leg as it passed over while heading for her companions.

She heard the loud snap of something breaking, but the pain or acknowledgment of what it was went unregistered for the moment as adrenaline and fear washed through her. She heard the commotion from Kress and Sa'ato. Then finally emic's rampage on one of the beast.

Once finding she was safe for the time being, she coughed and began trying to rub the dirt away from her eyes to see what was happening.

She saw Sa'ato being dragged by his hand of the creature, while Kress had taken a severe blow. Silvanius had worried that she had sustained life threatening injuries. Considering what she had witnessed, the sith apprentice had a good idea what injuries Kress had. Obviously she wasn't dead as Silvanius could feel her life force still present. (life sense) And emic seemed to be in a rage while taking out one of the beast.

Grunting from the aching pains in her body, she began pushing herself off the ground only to be met with severe pain shooting through her leg. It was then she realized, she hadn't gotten out of this unscathed either. Flopping to her side, she looked down at her leg to see a bone from her lower leg piercing through her skin. Thankfully she wasn't nauseated over the sight, but she had come to the conclusion she wouldn't be doing much more on this mission.

Looking up, she glanced around for her lightspear's location, only to find it rested several feet away and out of reach. She hadn't yet been able to learn how to move objects with the force, so grabbing it for herself to use to stand up partially was out of the question. Sighing as she caught her breath, Silvanius felt frusterated as it seemed their wasn't much left she could do until one of her companions came over to pass her saber over in her direction. Instead of yelling and causing the beast to run her way again, she decided to remain silent and wait. Hopefully emic and maybe the neti could finish the job. Unless of course the young sith apprentice found another way to rid of the remaining Tulrus if her group hadn't managed to kill them...
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Re: Beasts from the East

Post by Professor Mors » Sat Jul 10, 2021 11:06 pm

Sa’ato could only offer a feeble cry of surprise as the sheer fury of the Iridonian brought the male tulrus crashing to the ground. Were it not for the hunter’s sudden counterattack, the Neti would have taken the opportunity Kressara had made to mount the beast and attempt to penetrate its skull. However, now the professor had little recourse but to confront the other juvenile before they trampled Kita further. Reclaiming his fallen weapon, Sa’ato hobbled directly into the bullheaded creature’s path, and cursed under his breath before whistling to challenge the feral charger.

The gesture did not go unheeded, and soon the beast saw only furious red where the teacher was standing. While the tendrils of the wandering academic’s left hand were not yet repaired enough to obey complex commands, his wrist and forearm were still operating more or less at capacity. Growling as he hefted the concussion rifle up across his body with one limb, Sa’ato narrowed his eyes on his target as he nestled the barrel of his weapon in the crook of his left elbow. Cranking the power setting to maximum with an anxious thumb, the itinerant teacher began to focus entirely on his breath, and worked to call the Force to his side.

A single shot, just below the chin. At point blank range, the kinetic burst could not be ignored, and the tulrus’s brain was sure to hemorrhage. It was the sort of desperate, all-or-nothing ploy that Sa’ato despised owing to his more cautious nature. But with two of his companions suffering severe or mortal wounds, there was no time to fabricate a more prudent strategy. As the beast finally made its move, the Neti did not detect color, or speed, or sound. Only the warped flicker of energy barreling toward him. In his mind, the outline of his own body melted away, and the two entities became little more than tumultuous clouds about to impact one another.

In the moment just before the tip of the youth’s foremost horn could gore the professor’s midsection, the collective consciousness of the Living Force screamed at him to fly into motion- literally. Jumping and vaulting the lethal crown of spikes and chiseled bone, Sa’ato could all but feel the intense burst of concussive Force rattle down from energy pack of his rifle, sear along the alloyed nose of the blaster, and erupt like a solar flare on the unprotected rear of the tulrus’s skull. The aberrant quadruped could hardly utter a groan as a pulped slurry of brain and tongue exploded out of its mouth.

The professor landed hard along its rough back, and winced sharply as he crumpled upon the smoldering valley floor. Still, Sa’ato took a visible measure of relief as the now-mindless creature wobbled involuntarily for a few moments, before crashing down ahead of him. Slowly gathering himself, the professor rose to his feet, and walked a ways before extending his functioning hand down to help Kita do the same. “This should help with the pain for now”, the academic explained before producing a handheld stimulant injector from one of his belt pouches and handing it off to his associate, “As you possess the sharpest weapon, I suggest you to get to work on those horns”.

“Miss Lai-”, Sa’ato called out with trepidation as the Zabrak continued to exhaust her primal fury, “Miss Lai, when you’re done with- whatever that is you’re doing, please do keep an eye on our impaled accomplice, I will return with a remedy shortly”. With that said and done, the Neti then sauntered back up toward the group’s original vantage point, and quickly hopped aboard their speeder before careening out of sight. Some mere fifteen minutes elapsed before the retired teacher returned, with an elongated fixture dangled over the side of the hovercraft. As her drew nearer, the glow at the end of the dubious instrument became visible, as did the occasional trickle of freshly-scooped lava.

Parking neatly beside his comrades and the downed beasts, Sa’ato disembarked, and took up his crude fishing pool with his good hand. Cobbled together from sundered metal born of the earlier crash and a spare antennae, the professor lowered the meter-long apparatus and broke it over his knee past the midpoint as if it were made of ice. He then stabbed the darkened, unburning end of the makeshift brand into the earth beside the struggling form of the corvid assassin, and nodded over at Emic, “Thankfully for us, the natural mineral composition of the magma here renders it much more stable than other superfluids- it will take me at least an hour to regenerate my hand, you must close the wounds before we can move her”.

Sa’ato cast a piteous glance down at Kressara. As a known user, he sincerely hoped she had taken some manner of narcotic cocktail prior to the expedition. If not, she could very well pass out from the pain when the time came to cauterize the vengeful gash dominating her side…

***The Burning Plains, Northern Hemisphere***


Sa’ato had almost decided against attaching a modular shield unit to the underside of the speeder prior to the hunt. Now, he was unsure how he would have gone on without it. The plains that dominated the central north of the planet had justly earned their name. The mass of igneous crust that floated between either side of the major lava streams was so thin in places that the party could observe the churning undertow of magma glimmer up at them through translucent veins of obsidian. The fact that the unstable continent hosted so many angular hills daunted and fascinated the professor as the group zoomed hither and thither.

It also infuriated him. Large patches of lava fog swept across the plains regularly, and the solar winds were no more predictable than the numbers on the holo-lotto. Their present query was the size of a modest house, but an hour had passed without any signs or tracks! The Sher Kar was the apex predator of Mustafar. Feasting on even the mightiest of tulrus, these crafty crustaceans could grow to the size of a small starship in adulthood, with all the speed and power to match. And of course, though they hardly were challenged for their place on the food chain, the toughness of their chitinous exoskeleton was the stuff of legend among the local miners.

And, while these efficient, titanic hunters were normally content to stalk the prey not far from the host of tulrus nests, for some years a wandering anomaly had come to be spotted further north on the plains. This anomaly was known to make a meal of beasts and unfortunate travelers alike, and such was its infamy that the locals had named the wandering hunter Malfosa, the ever-watcher. Another half-hour passed, and having steered away from a curious set of ruins and back toward the south end of the land-mass, Sa’ato senses finally pricked the back of his neck and made him bring the vehicle to a stand-still.

Dismounting from the pilot’s seat, the professor keyed a panel at the rear of the speeder, which slid open to reveal a dated vibro axe. The property of the previous owner, the Neti had not given it much thought prior to. But given the immensity of the strength of his present foe, it seemed an apt tool for the occasion. “Miss Lai, with me if you would”, Sa’ato softly implored while scanning his more-infirmed female colleagues, “You ought to stay here and convalesce- but if combat does ensue and you intend to enter the fray, please consider doing so from a distance”. So saying, the academic slowly began to wade through the ashen mist toward the sight of the disturbance.

It did not take long to locate the grisly scene. A pair of xandaks, distant cousins to the tulrus, lay strewn across the onyx wastes, their own bone plating torn asunder and sprinkled on the iron sand like so many seashells. But what struck Sa’ato was not the visceral nature of the corpses, but the size and shape of the wounds. In particular, the larger of the two sported a perfectly circular bite mark that ran a good meter in circumference. Then, all of a sudden, the windswept vog seemed to clear, and a gravely, alien chittering rattled the retired teacher to his core. The Neti turned about rather than wait for his own senses to confirm the overwhelming aura of danger that blanketed his person.

Malfosa loomed on high from a sharp-peaked hill overlooking the bloody scene, its six gnarled feet stabbed into the rockface like industrial pitons. From its gaping, eyeless maw, row after row of razorlike teeth flashed down at the Neti and his companion, while the vicious twin prongs of its stinger caught the muted light of the distant sun. Snapping its reticulated tail from side to side, the colossal beast sprang down onto the plain far more quickly than the professor could have anticipated. Within seconds, its natural lash came whipping overhead toward Sa’ato who could only barely parry the attack.

Though merely of bone, the titan’s natural weapon struck with the force of a hovertram, and sent the displaced teacher hurtling back through the air. The final match had begun, and if the professor and his allies did not perform flawlessly, there was no doubt that they would find themselves on the losing end of a lethal gamble...
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Re: Beasts from the East

Post by Emic Lai » Sun Jul 11, 2021 4:31 pm

Emic turned her eyes up from her crouch, blood leaking down her chin, hunched over like a wild woman. The plants were speaking to her. Miss Lai. It was lucky that tree bark tasted so foul. The being of elegance and refinement that Miss Lai was, was not here on Mustafar; in this state, there was nothing she hated more than Miss Lai.

She rose to her feet and stood like a being civilized, curling her lip and running a tongue over sword-sharp canines. “Yeah,” she responded to Sa’ato, as she let the war-high bead off of her, her breathing slowing to a rest, and losing the hiss of the wind through teeth.

Of course, splinters over there left Emic with the casualties. She saw the other blonde laying on the ground, tibia spearing through the surface of the skin, foot dangling as though she had a second knee. Emic pondered the beauty of the injury for a moment, before pulling a cigarra from her jacket pocket and lighting it. She hustled over to the downed Force-user and grabbed the lightspear from the ground. Holding it in one hand, the Iridonian dragged the woman across the ground to where Kressara was, not wanting to leave the skewered Sith alone for too long.

Tearing a bandage from her undershirt, she wrapped it around the leg, leaving space for the bonespear in an effort to stem the bleeding. “That’s gonna need surgery,” the Zabrak commented, puffing a cloud of smoke into the cooking air, as the speeder returned with the professor at the helm. “Just don’t look at it if you’re squeamish.”

Kress was in a bad way. Emic looked to the wound. A lance of precious stone piercing the side. Survivable, though, especially after the professor returned with a cauter. Instead, the Zabrak dug through the storage of the speeder for some spare cables. She had been in this situation before without them, and it was a struggle. Mercenary work on some backwater, lightyears away from a drop of bacta, having to save some nerf-herder’s life while he tries his hardest, against his own will, to make you let him die.

She said, as she wrapped the cord around Kressara’s wrists, fastening her hands tightly behind her back. “I’m gonna have to seal that wound, candy.” It might hurt the Sith, but so did that big shard of rock that was sticking from her flank. Emic sat down on the Crow’s knees, preventing any attack, as she removed both of her padded gloves and twisted them into an approximation of a single cloth.

“You’re going to hate this, Kressara. You’re going to want to kill me,” Emic said, her red eyes meeting the Sith’s. She spoke firmly, yet softly, in the closest thing to bedside manner that the Iridonian could muster. She gently pressed her gloves between the teeth of her patient. “So bite down on these, and scream as loud as you can.”

Emic inspected the wound as she grabbed the glowing metal rod. Crimson liquid bubbled up from around the spear like a simmering saucepan. She widened the hole in the Sith’s apparel so that the cloth wouldn’t get caught in the cauter and meld into the flesh. “I’m gonna count down from ten, then take this thing out.” That was a lie. Get the injured to quit squirming, since they won’t anticipate until around the count of three. “Ten,” counted the Zabrak, and then immediately pulled the shard from the hole it made. The removal of the weapon was replaced in an instant with the searing pain of star-hot metal.

Cauterization was rarely instant, so the process took painful ages before the skin melted and fused together, blistering and charring as the burn rose to the third degree. Emic herself bit on her smoke as she kept the cauter in its proper spot.

Emic lifted the burning metal from the skin, and once the scent of roast Sith cleared from it, she took two fingers and tested the bind to see if it would break. When the wound remained closed, the Zabrak was satisfied with her work, and lifted herself from the patient.

“Before you ask, I don’t have any sweets,” she jested, as she untied the cord around Kressara’s wrists. “But you can hit me now, if you feel like. Just don’t bust open that wound.” Emic slung the casualty over her shoulder and carried her to the speeder, setting her down in the back seat to recover as best she could, recovering Alexis afterward and sliding into the front passenger seat.

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Emic spent the long ride drinking in the burned landscape. A few real injuries always managed to really kick a vacation off. She turned over her shoulder to get an idea for the state of the wounded. She remarked casually to Sa’ato. “You know she’s probably still bleeding right?” She looked to their very-stabbed Sith. “If you start seeing a big bruise that wasn’t there before, just focus really hard on not dying.”

The blurs of speed gave way to stillness, as the adventurous professor brought the speeder to a stop, and summoned her to come with him. As he pulled an axe from the compartment of the speeder she puzzled. An inelegant weapon in the hands of a learned man. Emic learned more about these people with every passing minute.

The Zabrak vaulted out of the passenger seat and back toward Kressara. She grabbed Kressara’s vibroblade and held it over her own shoulder. “I’m taking this,” said Emic to the Crow as she placed Alexis into the speeder, followed by a bag of slug cartridges. “I’ll leave Alexis with you, though. She seems to like you, for some reason.” Her eyes then met Kita’s. “You, just… shoot laser beams from your eyes or whatever it is Jacobi teaches you.”

All said, she joined the vegatative professor at the corpses of the xandaks. She turned her eyes to the hilltop above. Six tank pistons pumped the mountain crag, a great serpent coiling the peak. With the grin of impending death, she spoke in awe. “Now that’s hunting.”

She dropped into a sturdy stance and prepared for a fight, seeing every agitated twitch in that creature’s body. Right food forward and bearing weight, slightly more than shoulder-width in distance from her left. Right hand at the crossguard, left hand at the pommel, swordpoint to the ground. Her ensnarled smile grew, as she cracked a joke to the professor, next to her on these proverbial gallows. “You better hope I paid attention in fencing lessons.”

With a cry of war, she countercharged.
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Post by Kressara Thryn » Mon Jul 12, 2021 4:23 am

"Fr-r...Frack…" the black spear piercing her lower ribs dug deeper with every expansion of her lungs, draining a clear, green fluid into the thick blood that fastly coated her abdomen. Bile. The smell alone was unmistakable and a growing nauseousness swelled up in the deepest parts of the skewered blackbird's gut. Even her blood glittered.

The Neti's words sounded like they came from the outside of a fish bowl filled with gelatin and somewhere in her peripheral vision, Emic was curbing her bloody enthusiasm, if you could call it that. Everything was drifting on slowly, yet quickly, painful, but in an exciting sort of way. What if this was it? What would happen? Where would she go? A part of her very unexpectedly wanted to find out what it felt like to be free from your own flesh, but that adventurous spirit shot back down her throat and into the pit of her stomach when Emic's boots dug into the gravel beside her with cordage in hand. Sweat dampened brows furrowed and her chin tilted up so her eyes could examine her surroundings for clues she previously ignored. Why had the professor jammed a rod in the ground?

A grip stronger than her ability to fight pulled her arms behind her back after rolling her onto her side, earning a winded whimper from the stuck assassin. Cords wrapped around her wrists…

"Emic? What are you doing?" The question came out all shaky and the Zabrak kept working.

“I’m gonna have to seal that wound, candy.”

"...W-wait...Emic, wait…"

“You’re going to hate this, Kressara. You’re going to want to kill me,”

Her heart beat hard enough to drain the color from her skin and quake her slender frame down to it's battered skeleton. Sunlight irises glanced from the spoke in the ground to her wound, watching nervously, no, horrified as her inked comrade tore away the soaked cloth of her midsection to reveal the damaged flesh in full. The glass spike was irregular in shape and hefty, deeply embedded in the ashen sith's side, her surrounding muscle already bruising from the trauma and nicked with smaller, insignificant shards which could be removed later.

Emic did her best to mentally prepare her, but Kressara began to panic the closer the moment drew, pulse hammering when the gloves were placed between her teeth, sweat soaking her already ruined bodysuit when fingers laced around the obsidian spear.

"Hwait chust uhn dumn mihnut!!!" The thick gloves held down her tongue, shimmering drool and tears collecting at the corners of her lips.

She never heard her body make that sound, but when the spike was pulled a gaping pocket of air from the uncorked puncture shot heated oxygen deep in places where air had never been before, all with a sickening snick and clap of mutilated flesh. Kress gagged on the fabric and whined, scared out of her pretty little screwed up mind. Too scared to register the pain of the wicked thorn's removal in full as she anticipated the agony of something far worse.

"STOP!!! STOP!!! STOP!!!" Her panicked begging, though muffled, loudly escaped the suppression of the makeshift bit while anxious wrists tugged nervously against their bindings. If only Emic had listened.

Hell sunk its teeth into the maw of her wound and melted her down to the nerves. The scream that followed was sharp, pitiful, and furious all at once and the ghost must have tried to leap right from her body judging by the way that girl contorted under the oppression of a knee holding her legs to the gravel. Kress lost her ability to rationalize and distinguish help from harm the moment Emic jammed that hot rod into her side, causing the little blonde to go ballistic beneath her. For all the strength she showed facing down beasts twenty times her own size, all the coolness and zeal of a trained killer when locking blades with raiders, and the sparks that lit her unnaturally shimmering eyes, she crumpled to nothing when faced with the fire Emic drove into her blood. Kress flailed without much success and shrieked bloody murder with her eyes screwed shut until at last the cauter was pulled from her still bubbling skin.

Even after the wound was melted closed, Kress's nerves were shooting signals of deadly injury to her brain and frightening the poor thing almost literally to death. Several moments passed before she finally quit thrashing, before the intensity of her pain dulled just enough to think, face drenched in salt water from her tear ducts to her still tied hair. By the time Emic unbound her hands, Kressara was reeling, struggling to find up, down, right, wrong, friend, and foe.

“Before you ask, I don’t have any sweets,”

Her sense of humor must have gotten trapped beneath the sauldered flesh. Kress heaved for air that wasn't on fire and rolled to her uninjured side to grab a fist full of gravel which she lobbed at Emic's feet. Whether or not she meant to aim so low to the ground was unclear, but the gesture was harmless even if the little crow was raging in her own way. Even so, when Emic hoisted Candy over her shoulder (Not that there was much to carry. Kress was hiding more muscle than many knew beneath her clothes, now slightly revealed thanks to the massive gap in her suit, but dainty) she wouldn't make a move against her. The malice to strike out of that sort of pain just wasn't in her, not seriously at least. Instead she keened loathfully to herself and let what was left of her tears and blood mix with the scarlet remnants of the bull who threw her. Kress sniveled, hardly able to get the words out without sobbing.

"I...H-Had...Drugsss…" In her bag. There were drugs that could have helped her not remember that hot spoke come tomorrow. She couldn't make herself say it in the rush and terror of the moment, but she wished she could have. All the more reason to punch the zabrak, but not enough to bring Kressara to actually do it.

She was dropped down into the back of the speeder which would serve as a makeshift infirmary for the injured, to which she realized that she wasn't the only one who didn't exactly walk away from that last encounter. Kita had a gross leg wound, almost as nasty as the scent of burning liver fluids coming from Kressara's ribcage. The speeder took off and without her wits fully restored, her stomach turned on her with a treacherous vengeance. The pitiful blackbird leaned over the door and lost her breakfast to the wind, leaving a trail of glittery vomit in their wake for some time until her body couldn't take it anymore.

"I'm taking something...a lot of somethings." She moaned, reaching down to her bag on the floorboard where a case of goodies awaited her. The temptation to down every last pill, inject every serum, and smoke every rolled substance was immeasurable. Too bad she had such a lengthy track record of surviving massive overdoses. Instead she settled for rational decisions...mostly, taking three strong pain killers and chasing with a cigarette containing some likely very heavy substances lit with a lighter that was pocketed from Emic while the woman carried her to safety. She tossed the fire starting device into the front seat, returning it before taking a long drag deep into her lungs. Thank heavens those weren't pierced.

"If a bruise does show up...don't help." Kress did her best to glare at Emic and Sa'ato, but the look was all too soft by nature to be any sort of threat. The likelihood of a thankyou at their next rest after things simmered down was higher than she was.

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The point at which Kressara drifted out of consciousness was lost on her, but never before had she slept so badly. Even prison gave her better sleep than being jostled about in an old speeder over lava fields and outcrops. She didn't even notice the vehicle slowing to a stop until her companions rocked it with their disembarking. Kress's head shot up from the seat and gritty eyes blinked to see Emic Lai standing beside her place in the parked craft. A trade was made between them, her vibroblade for a very special rifle. The notion of trust didn't escape Kressara, but she only nodded and managed a tired (and totally blitzed) smile.

"Alexis knows what's up." She motioned to her blade, one of hundreds and less special than a dirty sock, looking like she had something important to say. She didn't, but it made the jest just a little bit funnier. "Sir. Buttsmack IX likes you too...for some reason. Now get out there and let him live up to his name on some poor, unsuspecting creature."

Kress leaned Alexis against her good side with the barrel pointed up towards the sky, the stock on the floorboard by her pack, then craned her head back to rest.

"Heh...lasers." She chortled, attempting to slip back into a light nap. Pointless.

The thought of her partners facing another dangerous situation without her involvement made her legs itch and her shoulders ache. Bloodied, bruised, and baked, Kress groaned, sat up, and dug for one more dose of something that'd make her feel alive again. Glitterstim. It was her true addiction. The rest she used sparingly and only to treat herself in dire times...but glitterstim was her ride of choice and boy did it ever put a pep in her step when she needed the guts to tackle something that scared her. It made the whole world shiny and slow, sharpened her wits, and gave her a foresight that was usually five seconds fast in regular doses. Sure, it was eating her brain and killing her slowly, but at least her corpse would twinkle like nobody's business.

"I hear something nasty out there. You can stay if you want. If not, take these." Kressara looked to Kita and pulled three grenades from her bag. "These are flash bangs. Pull the pin, press the button, and lob it. Count to three...not two, or four. Definitely don't wait five seconds…That's right out. Anyways, I'm off!"

Blondie's boots hit the dusty ground and her dangerously injured body shook with the weight of the gun and her bag as she hauled it off to the ledge where something nightmarish was licking its circular chops at her companions. Man, she really hoped she was hallucinating.

"Look at the bones!" She muttered to herself at the massive carcasses such a beast felled, then began work digging her heel into the ground by a stone jut to create something of a cradle for her body to rest in. This way she could lean back with the rifle without pressing on her wound, also minimizing the kick of the gun she was about to fire at a possibly imaginary horror. Kress dropped into the dip in the dirt and loaded Alexis before taking aim and smirking. "Okay Madam. Let's pepper some nightmare fuel."

Slowly, albeit a bit shaky from her trauma, the sith exhaled and gradually applied pressure to the trigger until Alexis fired off a slug at the tail of the vile thing, then another. While she couldn't break the bones, she did blow off some meat around the middle of the foul creature's massive tail and likely damaged its accuracy using that natural weapon, if only a bit.
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Post by Kita_Ikari » Sun Jul 18, 2021 1:59 am

Silvanius looked up at Sa'ato as she remained on the ground keeping her leg still in hopes of avoiding to move it for now. She stared at the stimulant injector curiously and took it from the neti's hand eagerly before swiftly injecting it near the wound in hopes of it taking a quicker affect their first.

Silvanius was dragged over next to Kress by Emic, protesting in pain before finding the Zabrak pulling out a bandage and beginning to wrap it. She clenched her jaw to keep from screaming and once done looked at Emic with a smirk. "Squeamish? I battle with Lord Tormentous. I've seen much gorier things then this in battle." She replied teasingly before smiling and giving a nod to her. "Thank you."

Glancing at the Neti, she wasn't surprised be asked her to cut the horns. "Sharpest weapon huh?" Taking the injection, she injected her arm with it in hopes it would kick in soon. She moaned a bit in pain as she hobbled herself up onto her good leg and stood on the one leg. The bone remained jutting out on the other and it was quite disturbing to those who had to see it as well as her, but the manage helped keep it a bit stable. "Thanks for the injection." She said before turning to get her lightspear from Emic. Slowly she kept herself upright as she made her way over to the dead creatures, letting the Zabrak take care of the screaming crow.

Igniting her silver blade, she held onto the talrus corpse to stay on her feet and began heating through the thick horns with care before letting em fall to the ground with a thud. There was no way she could move them. Seeing Sa'ato leave for a bit, and Emic busy, she stayed near the horns until they both were ready to move them.

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Silvanius sighed as she looked down at her busted leg. Surely surgery on it was inevitable once they were done here. It was no simple task to put a bone back into place. She knew it usually required iron bars and screws inserted into the bone to fuse it back together in place considering the severity. It was to misaligned.

She looked up as the Sa'ato and Emic got out from the vehicle. The philosophers comment made her chuckle slightly. "Don't think that will be a problem. We can fight from afar if we must." Really she wasn't expecting for Kress or herself to get into any more battling. She cocked a brow as the Zabrak handed her weapon over to Kress and didn't think much else of it. Obviously the two were becoming close. But she didn't feel their was any progress of that between her and Emic.

“You, just… shoot laser beams from your eyes or whatever it is Jacobi teaches you.”

She grunted at that comment. "Jacobi teaches me alot of things. But I can assure you shooting laser beams from my eyes is not one of them." Silvanius smirked as she tried to provoke the Zabrak a bit in a sarcastic fashion. "If it was, I possibly would use that power on you to test it out."

The moment they left, the crow had already jumped out of the car despite her injury. "Where are you going!?" She asked seriously.

"I hear something nasty out there. You can stay if you want. If not, take these."

She took the Flash bangs and gave a confused expression. Obviously Kress had still wanted to participate. Silvanius watched as she walked away, settling herself in to help out the neti and Zabrak. She glanced around realizing she didn't want to be alone in the vehicle while her team and injured crow were going to being down some more beast. "Ugh. Can't beat em. Join em."

Carefully she made her way out of the vehicle, using her lightspear to assist her as she limped over to Kress. Once there, she stood next to her partner and stared out at the new threats. The giant corpses alone already said what kind of trouble was awaiting the philosopher and Emic. "Well, looks like their lunch." Of course it was a joke as she smirked and moved the flashbangs in the palm of her hand deciding when she was ready to start using them. "Ive only got three. I better make it count." she thought as she stared at the large scorpion like creatures in the distance.
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Post by Professor Mors » Sat Jul 24, 2021 12:13 am

Kressara’s instincts had served her well. Though the Sher Kar’s tail was still ribbed with smaller bands of chitin, it was fleshier overall to maintain a greater range of motion. And, as usual, Alexis struck true, dexterously pulping a small but no less vital muscle near the tip of the tail just below its vengeful prongs. And indeed, vengeance was the name of the game. While the furious arachnid could not ‘see’ Kress or the direction from which she fired, Emic was easy to pick out from outside of cover. Scuttling forward at a shocking pace, row upon row of fangs barreled down over the Zabrak, catching the length of her blade in the beast’s multifaceted maw.

The creature might not have had the mind to attempt to devour the Iridonian whole, but rather sought to discombobulate and disarm her. With a powerful heave of its torso, Malfosa jerked its head from side to side, attempting to toss Emic aside and deprive her of the borrowed blade, or lest injure her by hurling her against the rockface from which it had emerged. And, if the mercenary did manage to weather their tenure as the immense insect’s chew-toy, it likewise arched its thorax back several degrees, ready to heft her high into the air before slamming the wayward hunter ruefully down into the unforgiving earth.

All the while, Sa’ato was not faring much better. Having recovered from his fall, the professor had every intention to rush to his comrade’s side, but the network of glands and electric organs lining the Sher Kar’s body made a surprise attack impossible. As if with a will of its own, the cruel tail tracked and darted at the Neti like some massive serpent, that, while injured, still controlled its full strength. Still, the academic’s crazed corvid had managed to do some damage, and while the beast’s power remained intact, the same could not be said of its accuracy with its natural weapon. Calling on the Force to use his body as a vessel, the professor narrowed his eyes, and waited.

The pernicious predator made three more passes with its tail, and on the fourth, the Neti sensed his opening. Drawing the Force down into his legs as he had done several times before, Sa’ato leapt high into the air as Malfosa’s cruel flail smacked harmlessly onto the sandy ground on which he’d stood moments ago. Flipping over as he fell, the professor landed on the median of the tail, quickly locking his legs around its hard exterior and bracing its back spine with the length of his axe. In this manner he began to scale the pronounced appendage, growling and cursing as he did so while the beast systematically worked to shake him loose.

Eventually, the Neti reached his target, the patch of flesh just below the tail’s twin blades- the area Kressara had wounded with her impaired marksmanship. Waiting for the Force to command his frame once again, Sa’ato endured more hellacious thrashing until his mind was abuzz with feeling and intention. The very second the Sher Kar moved to swipe its tail downward, the professor was ready and aware. Granting the beast’s fervent wish, the academic at last let go. Falling down over the lethal edge of the plummeting limb, the wandering teacher drew all of his mental strength up into his arms, and brought the head of his axe down between the two chitinous spikes with a cry of sheer battle fervor.

Cleaving swiftly through muscle and weaker bone, Sa’ato viciously tugged his weapon out through the gash his coked-up co-conspirator had created, cleanly severing the right hand blade from its twin. Malfosa cried and shrieked in anguish, its entire frame shuddering about from evident pain. Such was its agony that Emic might just have made their escape and offered a response. From where he landed, the Neti could not tell- but even if the veteran huntress did land a lucky shot, no one vibroblade, or even a dozen could fell this menace. “Thryn!”, the professor hollered out, dismissing formality and working to project his voice as much as possible, “Use the slugs in the dash Thryn! Aim for the legs!”.

If the stim-swiper heard him, and did as she was bade, then in all likelihood she would discover the compact cooling unit just under the wheel. Packed inside were three samples of pure Pantoran permafrost which the professor had gathered on his recent travels. Not dismissing this sort of natural armor out of hand prior to the expedition, the Neti had spent hours filing the azure geodes into passable slugs for just this sort of occasion. Monster or no, this behemoth of the plains was bound by the laws of thermal expansion just like any other living being. If Kress could lodge even one of the ice crystals into a knee joint, the sudden disparity in temperature would cause Malfosa’s armor plating to compress and apply untold levels of kinetic stress on its joints.

For a normal humanoid, it was a one and a million ploy. But for a Force User, even one under the influence, it just might be possible...
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Re: Beasts from the East

Post by Emic Lai » Tue Aug 03, 2021 1:07 am

The telltale clap of Alexis’s fire rang past Emic’s head. Somewhere beyond the battle fever, there was a smile. The weapon, while friendly, was known to be fickle. Shooting with Alexis is a democratic activity; in matters of gunfighting, defer to the rifle. It seems Kress had no trouble with Alexis yet, as the tail of the monster was clipped off with the force of full-metal jacket.

It was impossible to think about, for the music of war was drowning out any other brain function. The fear, the glory, the blood danced a margengai glide in her soul, and the mundane blade that she wielded-- a slave, unlike Alexis-- melded into her body, subsumed by the will that was Emic Lai. Her left elbow was forward, the vibrosword hovering over her shoulder in a vicious guard, ready to strike.

Her boots scraped the sand, the wind of her charge ripping through her hair. The magma face of death was mirrored between the Zabrak and her quarry.

The teeth looked at her with rage twinged with hunger. The Iridonian warrior grit her teeth. “Show me what you’ve got, Malfosa!” she screamed as she charged a mighty leg.

Through several failed attempts to crush her beneath chitinous hammers, the dervish dodged. Her strikes connected frequently, but did not break through its outer shell. Emic’s typical philosophy once the bloodrage hit, was just to hit the target harder.

So focused was she on clubbing the beast’s armor, while structurally proficient in her strikes and actually managing to crack a plate with sheer power, she failed to notice the snap of a lightning-fast attack. She was swept up by the leg and tossed into the air, falling again into the slavering maw of the beast.

With reflexes enhanced by her focus, she was able to catch herself, stabbing through Malfosa’s cheek and through, just barely, to the outside.

Reeling in pain, the monster thrashed about, attempting to shake the offending blade from its mouth, the Zabrak with it. Such was the force that Emic was nearly thrown from her grip, hanging in front of the Sher Kar’s vicious teeth, her arm still easily biteable. She thought nothing of it, instead hoping that Alexis wouldn’t let the glit-biter shoot her.

The monster elected for another strategy than its bite, as its head launched for the ground. Seeing the hard volcanic rock fly toward her, Emic elected for a tactical reposition-- swinging back into the mouth of the beast as it slammed its ugly face directly into the ground, enclosing the Zabrak in the darkness of being food.

She could feel her lower legs being gripped by the swallowing force of Malfosa’s stinking gullet. With the focus of Zeth and the rage of Emic, she did what she could. She grabbed her knife from her belt and pierced it through the flesh lower down its throat, pulling Sir Buttsmack IV loose from its wound, and sliding further down.

The beast was attempting to swallow her whole, but with the strength of her grip holding her, she refused to go. The vibroblade reentered the flesh again to provide a second point of contact, and then she waited, hoping that the flinching of a choking Sher Kar would provide the rest with a smaller chance of gruesome death. So she hoped. It smelled awful in there.
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Post by Kressara Thryn » Tue Aug 03, 2021 10:13 pm

"Thryn!"

Her comrade called out across the heated landscape while the terror that was Malfosa lashed out against them in full fervor. Kress struggled to find him, but upon his second shout the far off sith spotted him from the smoke, dust, and movement. Slugs? On the dash? She'd been too dizzy (and frankly still was) to notice them, but whatever the professor had set aside must have been capable of turning the tide if he'd bother screaming it to her from such a way off during their collective hour of doom. Kress nodded, back pressed hard against the rockwall to balance herself as she pushed up onto unsteady feet.

"Got it…" She croaked, throat hoarse from stomach acid and filthy air. Clearing her throat she called back, "Coming right up, Professor!"

This hunting trip might be the death of her, but it wasn't going to be the death of her teammates. Wounded or not, no matter how grave, Kress was going to push past it and put a few more holes in the dreadful beast. Her resolve allowed her to combat the stars crowding her vision's edge, telling her legs to move one after the other even when the ground beneath them turned black and vanished. The punctured and burned crow shuffled in the direction of the speeder with her hand outstretched until the skin of her palm grazed fire hot metal.

"Ow!...found the speeder." She groaned and blinked the darkness from her vision long enough to spy a box of slugs, then snagged them and trudged back the way she came. Her shambling form found the dug out perch and dropped down gracelessly. The blonde set aside her ammo and plundered the pack to her right for some extra assistance. "Narcotics...smokes...knife...book...ah! Eye drops? Maybe...I hope. Please, please, please be eye drops and not extra glitterstim." Kressara mumbled to herself and craned her head back. Medicated droplets splashed against dry eyes with a cocktail of probably illegal ingredients, causing her pupils to focus through the strain of her body failing her. Instantly her sight improved enough to operate the rifle and a fuzzy, prickly sensation leaked into her skull from the backs of her eyeballs. For a moment, she was wide eyed and clear, which she wasted no time in using to her advantage. Alexis was hoisted up onto the girl's lap and reloaded, this time with the mystery slugs Sa'ato sent her after.

Malfosa plunged towards the ground with the scarlet berserker hooked onto it's cheek by Kressara's blade, swallowing Emic whole. Nausea rose up from the pit of Kressara's stomach and her heart dropped for a second time that day, and with a satisfying clap of metal Kressara prepared the rifle, taking a hawk-like aim on the front legs.

"NO YOU DON'T!"

Alexis popped off and the recoil shoved her handler against the boulder, sending a freezing hot slug barreling into the ground just before it's feet. Kress missed, but the effect the bullet had on the terrain was impeccable! Ice spread across the lava rock three feet in all directions from the impact and steam billowed up thick between the monster's sights and Sa'ato, giving him an opportunity to strike or flee. Kress racked the rifle for a second shot no sooner had the first one missed and fired again, this time hitting her mark with a vengeance. Malfosa's right front leg burst at the joint, it's armoring splitting from the knee to the horrid animal's slobber soaked maw. Three seconds passed and Alexis was reloaded, barrel smoking when a third shot screamed out and punctured the foul titan's side. Frost exploded from the gut wound and slushy stomach contents spilled out. One way or another, Emic was getting out, even if Kressara had to climb down there and pull her out of it's stomach cavity herself.

The last shot she saved, waiting, hoping they wouldn't need it.

"GET IT, SA'ATO!!!"
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Post by Kita_Ikari » Sun Sep 05, 2021 7:27 pm

Sa'atos cry for Kress to use the rifle Emic had given her, the blonde had already responded in a instant, exhausted and in pain as she stumbled to the vehicle and back with a box of slugs the neti told her to get. Silvanius was unsure what her comrade was planning. Slugs didn't seem like it would do much on the creatures hard exterior. Did he really plan for Emics rifle Alexis to really bring this thing down?

Keeping her blue gaze set on the battlefield, unknown to her comrads, Silvanius had a severe fear of achracnids. The whole time Emic and Sa'ato struggled to destroy the creature, the young sith apprentice tried to keep her brave face on as she hid alongside Kress, watching the scene unfold from afar.

Silvanius winced as Emic was beginning to head straight to the ground, only then to see her hide within the monsters jaws. The thought alone of doing such a thing was smart...and also sent a shiver up her spine. Her imagination of those fangs sinking into Emics or the rest of the teams bodies creeped her out.

Suddenly the creature gave off sounds of pain...something was going on within the creatures mouth. No doubt Emic was finding a different way to destroy the beast...from the inside. But of course even if she were able to put forth a good amount of damage on the creature, it was still gonna be hard to kill. Silvanius was unable to notice the fact that the arachnid was beginning to try swallowing the Zabrak. She could sense Emic was still alive inside the creature. This caused a smirk to cross her face, impressed.

"NO YOU DON'T!"

Kress's voice made Silvanius head turn as the crow hoisted the rifle, carefully taking aim for the creatures legs as instructed from the neti.

The shot rang off, missing the target but bringing a surprise to the sith apprentices. Ice began to quickly spread across the ground, covering it in a sleek icy white sheet before quickly leaving a steamy mist behind as it melted from the planets heat on the volcanic ground. "Wow..."

The next shot came quickly, hitting the target in the front leg, freezing it to unbelievable freezing temperatures that could kill a human being. She noticed the shot not only froze the arachnids leg, but also noticed the small cracks forming on its hard shell from the quick change in temperature. Like a hot or warm glass suddenly put in cool water, Silvanius knew now what Sa'ato had planned. The slugs would help them crack and shatter the creatures hard exterior, finally bringing the thing down once in for all. But he was going to need help.

As the second shot hit the creatures torso, Silvanius grunted as she stood, still holding the explosives in her hands. Leaning briefly on her lightspear, she stood upright and was thankful for the stimulant given to her earlier on the speeder. It had numbed most of the pain as she rested, although still present it was dull enough for the sith apprentice to walk.

"I'm going to help. Continue to watch my back as approach the creature. I can't really run."

With that, Silvanius moved forward at the quickest walking pace she could muster with her injury. The bone jutting out of her leg and although tied back and covered, she could feel both ends of broken bone rubbing up against each other. It was a cringe worthy feeling that she wished she hadn't had to experience.

As the Malfosa saw her approach, Silvanius took one of the grenades and pulled the pin with her teeth before counting to three and throwing it feet away from the front of arachnid, just enough to make its own approach towards the Injured apprentice slower. This gave her enough of a distraction to get close enough to the creatures front leg. Igniting her silver blade, she swung at the creatures frozen joint. The cracking sound clearly heard as the leg was seared through by the hot blade, causing the arachnids leg to be severed in two.

She stepped back a bit, a expression of annoyance and satisfaction as she watched the Malfosa begin to hit the ground.

Glancing at the neti, she nodded to him, giving Sa'ato the signal to go for the next attack. Silvanius could only do so much, and her other two companions were unable to go further for the moment. Now it was up to her scholary partner to bring this creature down once and for all...
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