- Joined
- Dec 15, 2015
- Messages
- 42
- Reaction score
- 15
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