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Before the cyborg's hand could even make contact with the device he was reaching for Maan saw the bolts of electricity arcing towards him. The synthetic full body replacement that housed the Trandoshan's vital organs was wracked with painful energy that reminded him too much of the process that...

Demagol's left arm was stuck somewhat upright as the balistakinesis technique was used but he moved the parts of his body still free, leaning as far as he could to keep his vital head behind the coated limb but maintaining his balance. Maan’s left side facing the Jedi had the glop substance...

Maan waited, holding the angle of out of sight from the Jedi Master. But his instincts regarding being hunted proved correct. He had very little time to react as the cloud of quickly settling gas moved abruptly in his direction. The cyborg pivoted to his right with his left arm reflexively...

Maan reached the top of the stairs and scanned his surroundings with his finger on the trigger. But no such target was found in front of him. Instincts and powers of deduction hinted at other options. The cyborg removed one hand from their weapon momentarily as they detached their one and only...

The warmongering cyborg’s joints prepared to pivot back around the corner to be in the safety of cover. They half expected their bowcaster’s quarrel to be hurled back at them as rapidly slowed. But no such response came so they finished reloading and were nearly ready to fire again, "nearly"...

The cyborg hefted their bowcaster in their arms but looked sideways from behind their protective faceplate at the acolyte briefly. Their head returned back to the street ahead with fleeing civilians, screaming in panic to get as far away from the mayhem as possible. To Demagol it just sounded...

Per OP template this thread death enabled. Open to 1 Sith and 2 Jedi. The world of Ansion was an ideal target. The system was not exactly isolated but it was distant enough from the rest of Jedi protected space that it would be hard pressed to receive reinforcements quickly. The planet was...

Maan had never before been hit by carbonite tech and he was not keen to allow it to happen a second time. It felt too much like nightmares he had suffered when bodiless. Joints locked up and crimson warnings flashed behind the cyborg's eyes telling him his limbs were not operating properly. He...

Demagol had the Huttball in his hands, occupying them from drawing a weapon. But nobody was foolish enough to get in melee with the psycho-borg. It was chaos in the arena and Maan would not have it any other way. Cooked flesh, thick ozone, every sense told the Mandalorian he was right where he...

It was outrageous but not entirely surprising how he had become incapacitated in the last round. The R-779 was a delicate instrument and he even expected it to not fully operate. However it had literally blown up in his face in a brilliant blast that would have…SHOULD have been Hell on Heels...

Maan Vizsla had been broken and repaired time and again. Now he hoped to let out some of his accrued rage in the third round. Thankfully the Gutterguppy team was doing well. The cyborg growled robotically as he returned to the eyes of both his audience and enemies. @Remileah

Demagol processed the entertaining shockwave that hurtled Gears into a platformed trap which in turn sent him skyward. The cyborg would have been more annoyed by the non-lethal concussive nature of the warhead but the mostly mechanical Trandoshan was going to be preoccupied with Hell on Heels...

The damaged cyborg had awoke with his body being repaired and maintained before the second match started. In his mind he held memories of when he had first gone on a table for modification. They were far from pleasant but not exactly regrettable either. Demagol's wrist launcher would be given a...

A lot happened in a split second but Maan Vizsla would not get the chance to notably react to any of it. Diagnostics and warnings flashed behind the synthetic eyes of the trandoshan in a facsimile to life, trying to comprehend and compensate for the overwhelming lightning that had hit a lucky...

Demagol took a quick scan of his surroundings and rapidly assessed the weapons available. Already the trandoshan cyborg was equipped with some weapons and thusly before the rayshield even dropped, Maan aimed his left arm in a similar pointing manner as he did before only this time he fired the...

The synthesized tongue inside the cyborg's mouth falsely communicated the flavor of copper to Maan's brain, that, or he was just imagining it. The scent of blood was in the air along the cacophony of hundreds, perhaps thousands of roaring spectators. Meat, they were all just blood and sinew...

Maan completed his reloading of his weapon by the time he arrived at the door. Smoke was still exiting the barrel's mouth as he waited for Atuu to finish opening the room. The cold blooded trandoshan cyborg tried to think of a faster and more violent way to breach the next room but his avenues...

Maan was glad to have sufficient warriors assisting him. The roar of Atuu's jetpack gave him his general position. The Skirata kept up, joining the cyborg inside the structure as the rest of the contractors charged towards the breach. But the two mandalorians would be the vanguard penetrating...

Other apex operators call in to report the shield generator was down. But rather than destroying the communication array the rest of them still needed to take the facility rather than destroy it. The cyborg grumbled to himself but was glad to have the industrial deflectors out of play. Now their...

The cyborg pondered the wraith's question for a moment. If the tables had been turned, the trandoshan could not have guaranteed he would have been so patient. "There will be." The rough vocabulator of Maan responded confidently, not intending to sound ominous. "You could say I'm built different...