Sorcery meets Strength

[Vepos Surge]

Typical, Gork was sent on a ridiculous mission that involved the slaying of some Sith enemy. This time it seemed to be another Sith he was sent to kill, his name long forgotten by Gork. All he knew was he had to actually use his brain rather than simply meet the man somewhere and fight him. That was the frustrating part to the Gamorrean. Not the fact that he had to kill one of his acolytes and steal their ship to gain entrance into the larger warship that this Pureblood had been hiding out on for several years. Piloting the small transport ship into the hangar only a small crew seemed to be inside, there to repair and resupply the ship the moment it landed.

Exiting the ship however was not who they expected, and instead it was a massive being, hidden beneath a massive hooded robe. Walking down the metal ramp the workers looked on in shock, confused as to who he was. However, as one of them opened his mouth to speak a large meaty green hand revealed itself from the robe. Pressing a single finger against the mans lips his eyes widened in fear and confusion, only for the life in them to be crushed as Gork wrapped his fingers around the mans throat in one swift motion. Crushing the spinal cord of the man with a loud crunch the others would turn to run. Reaching out with both hands he grabbed them by the back of their necks, bringing them close, asking one question. "Where is your master?" looking to each other in fear the hesitated, something Gork would not wait, slamming them both face first into the floor, splattering their brains across the floor.

Blood now coating his hands he would slowly wipe them off on his robes, waiting in the hangar for the Pureblood he could sense him coming closer. His affinity with the force was incredible, easily comparable to his own, possibly even greater. This however wasn't unnerving to Gork, in fact it only made him excited at the prospect of a good fight, an equal combatant.

@Braden Drake

 

[Braden]

Samar was in his private quarters when he felt the disturbance. The force had told him someone had arrived upon his ship, it was not one of his disciples, but it was someone who had tasted the dark side of the force. Maybe it was someone his disciples had sent to him. He had only left his exile a few weeks ago so none of his previous enemies would now he is alive let along heading back to Sith space. Had his sister sense him and sent one of her minions. He closed his eyes taking a deep breath as he closed the book in front of him.

As he stood his two lightsaber's clinked at his side, both were inlaid with ancient Sith script he himself had engraved over the past decade. Stepping out of his room he spotted a man run up to him, obviously here to tell him that a ship had landed in the hanger bay. Samar raised his hand to stop him walking and further, he began to speak but Samar just looked at over stopping him from saying anything. Instead Samar turned away from the man and headed towards the hanger bay. As he reached the blast door his apprentice Exala appeared carrying his own sword, he took it quickly strapping it to his waist and gestured for her to wait there.

Entering the hanger he stared over at the hulking beast drowned in a black cloak around him two of his men lay dead. That angered the Red Sith, he stopped about fifty feet from the beast. Clenching his right fist the lightning began to appear around his hand, slowly it moved up his lower arm a swirling storm.

"I will give you one chance to leave my ship. Otherwise I will kill you." He snarled.

 

[Vepos Surge]

Gork watched as the Sith stepped into the hangar, his personality being composed of little more than piss and vinegar. This Samar spoke as if killing Gork would be such a simple thing, sure, there was always the possibility Gork would lose, but that didn't mean he would make it easy for the older man. "Is your friend going to come out and play too?" he asked, referring to the apprentice he had left behind the blast door. "Or is it just going to be the two of us?" he spoke with a chuckle, revealing his sharp teeth and tusks fully. Ripping his robes from his body he revealed a full suit of metallic armor, only capable of defending him from little more than a single blaster shot, but allowing him full mobility.

His lightsaber still clipped to his belt he would look towards Samar for a few seconds if given the opportunity, sizing him up to be no match in terms of strength or durability. Calling upon the force he would pull the hilt of his lightsaber into his grasp, igniting the crimson blade as he waited for his opponents first move.

@Braden Drake