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Taris
Twilight hung at the sun’s heels as it tempted the horizon. White marble walls reflected its radiance. Standing tall as an ambassador’s manor should. Even the palisade’s which lined its roof added an emphasis of deterring resilience. Five stories of hardened marble and mortar underneath made up its imposing exterior. Prior to the siege, this mansion exuded regality but was now a symbol of military might. Two turrets rested in opposite positions atop the buildings crown. Accompanied by soldiers prepared for war. Bellow, encampments spotted the estate grounds. Some formed barricades while others came equipped with anti-tank rail guns. Defenders all, working harmoniously to in case of assaulting forces.
The interior of the mansion was gaudy and audacious. Much excruciating detail was put in to appease the ambassador’s eccentric requests. Located on the ground floor was an elaborate myriad of hallways which lead to the east wing library and west wing dining hall and kitchen. The second floor was solely dedicated to bedrooms, with a long hallway sweeping around like a perimeter. The top section had grand rooms for study and luxury. Deep within its basement lay a dungeon, not for unwilling slaves, for carnal companionship. Just before the stairway leading inside, rested a lovely collection of wine and spirits. Hidden behind a false wall in this chamber was a tunnel which led deep underground. Here the ambassador rested in lavished comfort. Protected by thick triple reinforced steel.
Sitting in a comfortable leather armchair was a stately man overly dressed for his current predicament. His short hair was swept over to hide an embarrassing bald patch. Square angular features shown unimpeded on a hairless face. “Must I wait much longer? It’s been ages and still no sign of any attackers..” The half empty crystal goblet in his hand twirled a stale brown liquid, trickling down its interior as it rested. Warm light reflecting each drop, showing through in a prismatic array.
From across the room, there stood a grizzled man, his white patchy beard and long hair expressed the countless battles he’d fought in. Through it all no man had quite shaken his resolve like the entitled diplomat before him. Such gull embodied by one so weak brought contempt, not just from him, but the elite he watched over. They all frowned and bit their tongues. In the silent moments that passed it was this statuesque visage that broke out with a simple reply. “Communications with the fleet have been lost. I expect another twelve, fourteen hours at most before all clear.” He placed a warm fatherly hand on a young man’s shoulder whom sat in observation of the monitor before him.
Deepened sighs denoting excruciating boredom stifled the weighty atmosphere. “Only fools would try to infiltrate our embassy, you worry far too much..” Al’Mylokie took a hearty gulp of cogngiace to ease his painful ennui. Now the head strategist Yojow trembled but not for reasons befitting a greenhorn. No, this was animosity burning within.
Above the estate, a lone vessel hovered hundreds of feet. Like a black bird far above unwitting heads.. “Sorry sir, can’t get any closer..” From behind came a tall youthful man whom patted the pilots helmet. ”I’m good to go! Just head back to base.” Those words took moments to register as such a distance would be suicidal even with a parachute. The pilot stumbled over his speech trying to get out a “what” or “are you insane?”, before those phonemes could pass his lips, Uwaamu had already masked himself and jumped from the open door.
Wind rushed passed at a deafening rate. The small square outline of the mansions roof grew larger as Uwaamu rocketed onwards. Green foliage of an enticing rooftop garden began to take shape. Bringing with it a resounding peace and tranquility. One he often felt before the storm. When the world ceased to exist in hopeful shades and turned chromatic and bloodied. Where once a man now becomes something twisted and warped. Silencing all around him to focus on one singular task. Killing for pleasure. It was then he closed his eyes, opening them again to a reveal a black and white world void of color. Only a few guards protected this area, seven, not counting those whom maned the turrets. Two armed soldiers stood together marveling at what sight they beheld. Pondering whether a young chick had began free fall. Though it seemed ill fated, Uwaamu prepared to save himself and vanquish two foes as he did. Holding his hands out in front, palms open, he summoned the force. Coiling tendrils engulfed each arm. Just before landing, he released it in furious uncontrollable waves which shot out in all directions. The two guards launched backwards, flung helplessly aside, falling to their demise as they swung off the edge. Uwaamu landed by flipping himself onto feet with an almost disregard for gravity.
Blaster fire tore through bark, burning leaves and hitting Uwaamu but just barely. The charred flesh from the grazing shot numbed quickly; aided by copious overflow of adrenaline. Raging boiling blood beckoned him to seek pleasurable release in silencing these individuals. Uwaamu understood these soldiers were shooting blindly so instead of running half-hazardously he pressed his body low. Wood chipped and burnt away as round after round fired indiscriminately. Eventually it died down completely. The sound of ripping fiber filled silence and, just as the tree from which it originated fell, Uwaamu shifted himself. Springing his legs into his chest. Pushing with a mixture of strength and force. He lifted into the air, flipping over segmented planters. His open palm equipped the previously holstered saber. Then swinging it from his left shoulder to the right, decapitating its intended target. Standing on each side of him were four guard; one on the right, three to his left. With a sudden upsetting appearance, it stunned them for a moment before they eventually realized their emptied clips.
Uwaamu lunged to his left, grabbing the closest soldiers weapon by the barrel. Sweeping upwards from his left thigh to sever the man’s arm. Harrowing screams fell on deaf ears as Uwaamu pressed forward. He spun with a simple foot under foot maneuver, slamming the blaster rifle against the farthest man’s face. He then released his left hands grip to twist slightly; angling the saber parallel with the ground. Then shoving it under his left armpit. Skewering the third soldier and leaving his saber to rest. Whilst this happened, a lone trooper hastily began reloading his weapon. With a delightful pop and hiss, the old cartridge fell. However, just as it was replaced, Uwaamu grabbed the man he had previously battered with a rifle. Aided by force enhancement, his muscles tightened as hands gripped shoulders. Pulling with excessive strength, tossing him at the lonely marksman whom looked up just in time to catch a glimpse before being knocked down.
Static hissed through a communicator. “Report!” Came a strong voice from beyond it. “Confirm status. Over.” Uwaamu dragged his saber across the ground, bisecting the individuals which lay before him. Stopping just as he arrived to the mass of two soldiers laying upon the ground. ”Tell them everything’s okay, you got startled by a duck or something.” To emphasize his demands, the beating red length of the saber hung just inches from the soldiers neck. Moments passed, more than what should normally before a response. Uwaamu eyed the young man whom was not much older then himself. Probably having enlisted recently. The choice was hard but with little resolve bringing resistance it came easily enough. He brought the small com unit to his face and proceeded to betray his comrades. “This is Factor-Sidney-Factor reporting. Got some hot-heads with itchy fingers out here. Some bird got the best of us. Over.” Whomever was on the other end responded quickly. “Understood but I’ll be reporting this to team leader after shift change. Stay frosty. Over and out.” Uwaamu and the man before him looked at one another. One emotionless, the other angry and disgusted. To thank the soldier, Uwaamu graciously took his swords length away. Then, without notice, slammed its hilt into the soldiers right temple. Knocking him unconscious. He then dug the blade into the living mass which rested on the boys body, killing only the other soldier.
@Alhon
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