Shoot To Kill;;

[Hatreds Ambition]

(ooc; Something to help all parties with their narrating abilities. Open to all types of characters and let's try to keep the combatant count down to, let's say... Four or five? Have fun, most important rule in roleplay. It's up to the other combatants if they wish this to be cannon for their characters, I'm not doing so, for the fact this is merely to "break-in" my own. I hope that's okay.)

Traversing the terra-firma in all its grand splendor, digits caressed the T-98 burst rifle that had its scope and barrel extension attached. Armor voided of all shades and color donned his five foot, eleven inch tall anatomy. Looking through the visor of his helmet, aqua oculars took in every feature of the landscape; lush jade blades and towering trunks that reached for helios so high above. A usual forest, one with clearings here and there, watering holes for the vegetation's usual denizens. Around his Stormtrooper armor's waist-line, a belt with pouches numbering in the total of seven hung, each holding a different item. Some hand-held grenades, some ammo-clips, the remaining, small items that could be used to customize his rifle. Against the upper-right thigh, a standard-issued pistol; and over his right shoulder, a three foot Vibro blade, stuck to his back due to a leather strap that hung over the right shoulder, to the left hip. A leather casing housed this weapon.

"..."

His trajectory changed, armored soles shifting to place himself against a tree trunk, the barrel of his rifle facing the heavens, before descending as he moved to the brush before him. He was sure that no one had followed him, but if so, then he would likely be defeated before he could even get a shot off, right? Peering through his scope, he saw quite a distance away, a total of one-thousand yards, the clear views he had that the trees didn't obscure always under watch. Who would feel the sting of his assassination skill? Only Time could tell.​

 

[Darth Nexus]

"I have seen few like you in my time here," and I have walked these lands for months now. The man who spoke was evidently of the Kaleesh species. He wore a long flowing coat of a rough material. It flapped gently open as an untamed zephyr caught them. As it did so two sheaths, and the hilts of two blades were clearly visible, welded to an ornate chest plate that the man wore.
"You probably wonder who I am, but that is not important, what is important however, is what you seek to find in this place." <He motions with one scaly hand to the emptiness beyond the treeline>
"That is the question."

 

[Darth Nexus]

The man had made his way to him, silently, no louder than a leaf as it falls or as indifferent as the roving tides. He swayed gently from side to side where he stood, and there was an eager anticipation about him.