First Blood

[Azog Vang]

The world surrounding him was green, lush with life; seemingly tranquil and untouched. It was a veritable golden-world, majesty and wonder abound. Kneeling down and running his fingers through the soil, it was almost enough to make Azog puke.

Truth of the matter was, places like this were anathema to Azog. He preferred things dark, with jagged edges that made it seem like simply walking through would result in you impaling yourself on the décor. Naboo had a distinct lack of blood, there was no smell of death or decay or.. simply fear in the air here. If tranquility was peace, Azog felt nothing but an incessant throb - like a slowly building migraine.

"The less time we waste not killing the rest of these suza the better." He said to his partner. Sometimes Azog couldn't remember the words for what he wanted in basic and would use his mother tongue, though he did not prefer it. It's not like anyone would ever know what the hell he was talking about when he did. "This place bothers me."

It would only be a matter of time before they encountered the patrols that still remained on the outskirts of the rebel base, assuming their intelligence was.. intelligent. In Azog's opinion it would easier to just light the entire area on fire, picking off those that remained as they fled the destruction. Work smarter, not harder he had heard a human say once.

Perhaps he would bring up the idea if a few more minutes passed and they were still coming up bupkis.

@Sreeya

 

[Tasha Blackwell]

Tasha was in her armor for once, instead of her usual choice of a revealing dress. She couldn’t say she liked this arrangement, but she supposed it was useful for combat. She was working alongside a Sith she hadn’t met yet, but she was impressed by the sight of him. As a true member of the Old Empire, she valued strength above all, and his appearance spoke greatly to just that. Her yellow eyes scanned over his rippling muscles and the mug that would be considered hideous by most. She made a mental note to cozy up to him after this mission or whatever was over.

As he spoke, she had to grin, amused by his very typical Sith tendencies, “Oh it’s not so bad. You can afford to lighten up, darling,” She purred back, her voice always smooth and honeyed. They were positioned a short distance away from where the patrols would arrive, and she had her usual weapons on her. In addition to that, she had a quick draw pistol she had nabbed off the Jedi she captured. Tasha reached for it and tossed it to Azog to borrow, “I don’t like using those things, but have fun.”

As if on cue, the first patrol vehicle came into view. Tasha didn’t move in just yet, watching it get closer. Her plan would be to use the Force on the driver once it was in range and immediately choke him out.

@Logan

 

[Azog Vang]

Azog didn't so much catch the pistol Tasha had tossed to him as much as let it hit him dully in the chest and fall idly into his hands. He looked at it closely, an inquisitive non-existent eyebrow raised. Azog had been making a more concerted effort as of late to showcase his emotions with facial cues, something that didn't come naturally to his people.

Gift giving was a foreign concept to him but he had seen others - especially humans - exchange gifts for numerous ridiculous reasons. Perhaps Tasha's blue race traded gifts of battle before beginning, he wasn't sure. Reaching down to his belt, Azog retrieved a hand-made knife from his home world. He had modified iit with vibro-technology, but it still bore the Grysk-patterned steel that would be almost non-existent in this galaxy. Either way, he tossed it to Tasha. Azog didn't want to seem rude and not also exchange a gift. "I do like using that thing, but have fun."

Azog heard the patrol vehicle approaching as well, though he didn't have Tasha's calm and measured response. The vehicle had two people inside the cab driving with several others standing in the exposed back. Calling upon the force, Azog leapt mightily towards the vehicle and landed in the back with the men, all of whom were taken by massive surprise.

With his considerable bulk, Azog pushed two of the men out of the vehicle and sent them sprawling onto the ground though they likely wouldn't die. Using the weapon Tasha had given him, Azog held the barrel in his hand and began mercilessly bludgeoning the poor man that was stuck in the back of the vehicle with him. The heavy metal butt of the weapon thumped into the man's skull like a hammer into a melon, spraying Azog with blood and curling his alien lips into an evil smile.

Drawing his lightsaber, Azog leapt from the vehicle. Hopefully Tasha would take care of the men inside the cab, though part of Azog wished that the men would be able to call for reinforcements. He would with open arms always welcome more sheep to the slaughter.

@Sreeya