Uprising on Hutta! - Flies on a Wall

[Doz Noth]

Palace of Fuxuh Bwull, Teth, Imperial Hutta​

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Standing at the top of the mesa upon which the ancient Monastery stood, Doz had to wonder at the B’omarr Order of monks who had once occupied the imposing structure. Everything they stood for was anathema to the Zabrak: the denial of the physical in lieu of the cerebral, enlightenment through turning their backs on life, and most assuredly an existence as a disembodied brain. No thank you very much! That such extreme measures would be required to block out the distractions of the flesh seemed like a gruesome manner in which to compensate for weakness and lack of control. Few things made her shiver, but to think a sentient being would actually choose to have their brain removed was definitely top of the list. Hopefully Fuxuh Bwull would not have any around as pets for she knew it was the habit of the Hutts to collect the odd and unusual for their menageries.

Lost a bit in her thoughts while she waited for her team members to arrive, she would be more than glad to have this mission over and done with. She had geared up with scaling the walls of the monastery in mind opting not to wear her armour. Clad in shirt and trousers, rock climbing shoes, and her hair braided tight against her head, her light saber was secured to her waist as well as a DH-7 blaster pistol. Just in case she also had a grapple pistol. Hopefully that would be unnecessary for there appeared to be plenty of masonry joints in the surface of the monastery for free climbing. Pulling on a pair of rock climbing gloves, she examined the structure’s surface until the others arrived.

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[Harren Skaalvarg]

From beyond the Zabrak’s field of view a man spoke up. Should she turn, she'd see her squadmate - a two metre tall, muscular, bearded Deucalian with a thick rope of tight braids and dreadlocks for hair, bound into a mohican by black cords and running to the small of his back. Harren Skaalvarg cut an intimidating, if feral, figure against the backdrop of the Tethian night sky.

“What are you going to do with that, shoot your way up the wall? We climb bare handed sister, it's quieter.”

His voice was low and he was grinning at Doz, his words more a growl with meaning than articulated language. The deucalian accent was thick, which didn't help, yet it completed the image of a barbaric reaver Harren couldn't help but give off. He didn't much care how he was perceived by others, but he couldn't help but enjoy how out of place he appeared at times among other sith.

Because he was out of place among them. Harren was out of place everywhere.

Their mission here was a simple one, and something that suited Harren's talents far more than dogfighting or study. Get in, kill them all, get out. Make an example of the Hutt in charge. Harren hated hutts. He didn't bear them any specific animosity, they just represented everything he despised - weak, pointless organisms that had (as he saw it) garnered far more influence than befitted their meagre abilities by lying and cheating their way to the top. In their proclivity for underhanded tactics they shared much with the sith... Which was something Harren hated about his order as well.

He wasn't one for double standards.

Assessing the climb before him and nodding at Doz, he checked himself over. Like her he'd not worn armour, instead opting for a simple black Tunic he felt comfortable in and pants. He wore vambraces and shin guards of pleated carbon fibres, but they were more to aid with punching and kicking than for defence. Aside from his armour he had a simple durasteel lightsaber hilt on his side, along with a vicious looking deucalian hunting knife strapped to the rear of his belt. He always appeared under equipped, but Harren felt more comfortable light on his feet. He'd wear the same in a pitched battle quite happily.

“Bet I kill more than you,” he said as he spat in his palms and rubbed them together for grip. “Bet I gut the Hutt first, too.”

Harren winked. They were both competitive, that much had been clear to him from the first time he met Doz during the briefing. This was going to be fun.

 

[Darth Victress]

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TETH
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It was rather ironic that Hutts received their idea of strongholds based off monasteries, considering the vile obese scums were nothing similar to monks. So they thought they would take advantage of the tumultuous galaxy and force an uprising? Such was foolish and consequences would be paid in blood. The sith would travel to this world and make an example of the Hutts that felt secure in their palaces, showing them and the galaxy that rebellion against the Emperor would be met with swift and painful retaliation.

As the two acolytes began their climb up a wall, they would be surprised to find that the Dark Council had sent in a third operative as well, one to act as a contingency plan had the two capable but so far unproven acolytes failed to succeed. Notorious gasps and cracking of bones could be heard from the top platform of the palace as a blaster pistol slowly descended down the wall and onto the ground below. When the two would reach the top of the platform after what appeared as a cruciatingly annoying climb, they would find the armored corpse of a palace guard laying on the patio. Body twisted and contorted beyond physical means. A chilling breeze of death swept through the area, temperate enough to make hairs crawl on skin while palace lights momentarily dimmed. The sweeping hollow carried with it echoes of tortured souls, wailing at a chance of second redemption. Vile energies of darkness were channeled as the two acolytes would soon be graced with a cloaked figure well known in the Empire. Red hair barely visible underneath the hood, while her signature armor Black Hades had a glisten glow in the silhouette of Tethian moonlight. Green eyes slowly shifted to golden hue as the Sith Crusader bent the force to her will.

“Greetings acolytes, I had to entertain myself before the two of you could arrive.. Come, we’ve got work to do..” She commanded boldly, advancing down the patio platform towards the higher security regions.

Guard Count: 6/7

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[Artarion Sekt]

DICE ​

Artarion stood in the shadows and watched as the two other acolytes appeared at the edge of the platform. He had watched Arianna dispatch the palace guard with mild detachment, his manicure actually being of more interest to him at that particular moment. He worked his hand open and closed, looking at it and feeling the stiffness that was still evident. The spiders on Taris had almost killed him, their poison rampaged through his body and even now he still felt the after effects of their foul venom.

The Rule of the Strong had saved him and he proven that he was one of its true acolytes and a believer to boot. He had shown a weakness then and since had been giving himself small doses of the spider’s venom to build an immunity. It was painful and extremely dangerous but Artarion refused to be in that position again. He would endure hours of pain and incapacitation to ensure that what happened on Taris did not happen again.

As Arianna greeted their other two associates on the mission, he rose from the shadows and walked out just behind the Sith Crusader. He had been on multiple missions with Arianna and knew how she operated. Her Sith magics were not unknown to him and he understood their meaning and uses. Looking the two newcomers over he crossed his armored arms over his chest and nodded a greeting to them.

Artarion was dressed in Sith Medium Trooper Armor that had been modified especially for him. A Pugio Blaster pistol rode in a holster on his right thigh and twin lightsabers rode on his belt. He had no helmet, it being the one piece of armor that he feigned to use.

Artarion looked at the ground as a commlink started to ask for the guard’s status in Huttese. Artarion walked over and picked up the comm, replying in fluent Huttese. “Guard post five all clear.” This must have been the correct reply to the call as the person on the other end went on to Guard post six, asking if they were all clear. Artarion smiled at Arianna, amused at the deception and pocketed the commlink. It may prove useful later if for no other reason than a souvenir.

Guard Count : 6 of 7​

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[Doz Noth]

At the sound of the backwater accents of Deucalian Doz let her features move into an amused grin. True to form the man hit the ground running, when it came to his verbal snipes. Walking over to greet him she said in hushed tones, ”I’d venture to say it’s a good deal quieter than that rumbling voice of yours. Try to remember this is no compound you can just storm through the front gates screaming like a rampaging Reek.” She was well aware of the man’s views on what he termed to be ‘sneaking around in the shadows’.

The grapple pistol stayed fixed to her belt for she hadn’t brought it to scale the tower, with only 20 meters of cable that would be pointless for the height was more than three times that distance. But if she started to fall it certainly would come in handy in saving her life from smashing onto the rocks below. It was neither here nor there if he thought his jibe had caused her to change her tactics for she wasn’t in a habit of justifying her actions to anyone, let alone tall blond and scruffy here.

Without further banter, she returned to the place she had chosen for her assent and began free climbing the wall. Despite the magnificence of the construction, the ancient race being skilled artisans despite their penchant for simplicity, time had done it’s job in providing for numerous niches to find purchase. Climbing was one of life’s rare pleasures for the woman who found great joy in the sensation of pitting herself against the forces of gravity.

Her hands reaching upward found each new crevasse to hold and pull herself up, feet bracing on mere toeholds to push her way ever upwards upon the towering spire. The path of her climb veered from left to right as the course would warrant until at last she pulled herself up to the landing to take a look around. By the time she had made it that far her elation in the beauty of the night was running pretty high. That was until Crusader Marris made her presence known in the company of Acolyte Sekt.

The wind effectively taken out of her sails she focused instead upon the task before them. It was all well in good to have the extra hands to complete the task but it rather irritated her that the Empire viewed her competence so meagerly as to send another team, especially a Crusader. Still, the woman was not unknown to her as Arianna had used her services on some missions not that long ago and she was well aware of how valuable an asset she would be to the mission. ”I trust you weren’t too bored by the wait?” The sight of the dead guard left no doubt just what the woman had been up to this night. It was fortunate she had arrived for it was doubtful she would not have been detected by a guard posted so near.

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[Harren Skaalvarg]

"You're right, Doz, this is more like a wall we should scale without tripping any alarms and needing rescuing. Again."

His grin widened, and he began his climb in step with his Zabrak squadmate. She made it up first, but not by much as the musclebound Deucalian heaved his way over the lip of the ledge above merely a second or so behind, having - oddly enough for him - made no more noise than she did. Upon reaching the top he stood, immediately taking in the Sith stood before them. He knew her by reputation only, which was a saga of sorts, so Harren was willing to hear her. Should she ever show anything but strength in his presence though, he would consider her rank above him utterly meaningless.

As misguided an opinion as that might be.

Another sith emerged from the shadows, and Harren simply nodded to them both. He might dislike stealth, but he knew enough of the basics not to talk openly so close to enemy ears. Moving past them without waiting for orders he suspected weren't coming, in took in the lay of the land. Six guards left outside, not counting the corpse at Arianna's feet, and the force knew how many combatants inside. No doubt the Hutt themselves would be deep inside the palace.

The guards on the exterior patrol weren't the objective, but they got in the way - it was only a matter of time before they discovered that one of them was dead and if the strike team hadn't gone loud inside by that time they would be at a disadvantage, with armed and angry soldiers cutting off their escape from the palace.

It was clear what had to be done - kill the guards silently, raise no alarms, move into the palace and sweep the place clean. Then have some fun with the slug before it expired.

Wordlessly he looked back at the crusader for just a moment, before slipping off after one of the other guards. He assumed the others would follow suit, but deliberately waited until one of them attacked first. The moment he heard killing, he'd strike himself.

 

[Darth Victress]

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Arianna rolled her eyes at the pretenses of cover and stealth employed by her comrades. Since when did Sith come silently? She was never one for subtlety, the sorceress always preferred theatrical accomplishments. She knew that Artarion would disapprove, but deep down she also knew that he longed for her mesmerizing and entertaining style of sorcery. Drawing the force around her, the Crusader happily walked out in front of her team, leading by example as she always did. Green eyes flickered towards the Guard that Harren had been noticing, the male still not aware of the four Sith that brought looming death upon their stronghold.

"You there.." She called to him, the soldier instantaneously turning around and hands moving for the rifle at his side. It was a natural reaction and one that she was hoping he'd do, at least this way, she'd feel less guilty about what she was about to do next. Her left hand outstretched towards him, palm facing his face as a sinister look came across her own visage. Before the rifle could be fired, a sudden burst of fire shot from her fingertips, cone of flame which engulfed the soldier entirely. Screams could be heard as the sorceress reached out with tendrils of darkness and took a grip around the flaming man's upper torso, levitating him into the air and merely waited for several moments. The agonizing screams were tantalizing, his body appearing as a flaming crucifix with the Force grip. Three other external palace guards soon rushed towards their position, only to have the flaming comrade flung squarely into them. It was a loud thrash, as all three were sent reeling backwards in disarray of fiery proportions.

Turning away from the chaos on the balcony, Arianna turned towards the large window on the balcony, sending a force blast towards the epicenter and watching as it shattered across into hundreds of dropping shards. Leaping down through it, she landed squarely on the ground level, armored boots touching gracefully against marble flooring as her twin lightsabers immediately hissed to life. The crimson weapons providing enough guiding light in the darkness, the thundering footsteps of numerous guards approaching the Crusader's position.

By this time the three guards stunned by their flaming associated were soon beginning to collect themselves. It would be divide and conquer, and the Crusader trusted that her acolytes could finish the job outside while one of them joined her for the fun inside.

Guard Count Outside: 5/7 alive
Guard Count Inside: 6/6 alive
Fuxuh Bwull Alive: 1/1

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[Artarion Sekt]

DICE ​

Artarion saw Arianna attack the group of guards in very dramatic fashion. Her use of the Force was interesting and somewhat inspiring to the Sith. As Arianna turned to destroy the window, he continued with her attacks on the three other guards. He had always been taught to never leave an enemy behind and he would not start now. Using the Force to augment his reflexes and speed, he rushed the three guards as they recovered from their fellow guard being thrown at them.

Artarion moved with speed and grace, both lightsabers igniting as he rushed the three guards. Adopting a fencer’s stance, he thrust with his left saber, impaling one of the guards before he could stand. Many practitioners of the lightsaber used it as a slashing weapon, but he preferred to remember that it also had a point on the end, one that could pierce the strongest of materials. As he lunged with the forward saber, he lowered his center of gravity, pivoting on that front foot to use his right-hand saber in a more traditional manner.

Spinning on his front foot, he allowed his right saber to trail behind and low, cutting through the legs of the second guard right at the knees, just as he had risen. He screamed in pain and fell to the ground; his legs were two cauterized stumps just below the knee. Continuing his momentum, Artarion spun fully around in the three sixty and thrust his left-hand saber into the face of the third attacker. This effectively ended that portion of the fight, just as he heard Arianna starting the fight inside. Quickly looking over the exterior, he could hear the running feet of more guards inside and outside. He set his face in a rictus mask of hatred and moved to intercept the exterior guards that were responding.

Guards outside: 2/7
Inside: 6/7

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[Doz Noth]

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Doz sighed thinking they just as well flown up with laser cannons blasting as Arianna blew out the window on the balcony to gain access into the tower. She guessed doors were just too mundane for the Crusader. Still, it had been an enjoyable climb up the tower…

There was little time left for contemplation for things naturally kicked up into high gear. Acolyte Sekt started laying into the guards and she fully expected Harren to hurl himself into the tower after Arianna which pretty much left these two leveling their blasters at her to dispatch. At least that had been the plan. She reached for her light saber but before she could even ignite the damned thing a bolt struck her hand sending the sword skittering across the crosswalk between the tower and the main structure.

She could almost hear the cackling of Harren now, and was reminded that they did call him Witch. Fleetingly the thought ran through her mind as she rolled across the ground out of the range of the blaster fire and pulled with the force at her sword just saving it from flying over the edge into the canyon below. She could barely walk and chew gum at the same time whenever Harren was around and in the back of her mind she had to wonder if he had bewitched her with some fell Deucalian curse.

Guards outside: 2/7
Inside: 6/7

Spoiler

For the purposes of this thread still calling Artarion an Acolyte. And congratulations on the rank up to Crusader!

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[Harren Skaalvarg]

The crusader set the pace, and a totally unfazed Harren rolled his eyes - what was it Doz had wanted to climb up quietly for if they were going to be slaughtering everyone with wild abandon? Not that he minded, it was hardly a secret that Harren hated sneaking - he thought it the coward's tool. Standing from his crouched position it was as if he was emerging from an icy lake, all his suppressed blood lust and passions boiling over fully by the time he was standing totally upright. The woman smashed a window to smithereens with the force and vanished inside, and Doz and the other acolyte Harren had yet to catch the name of set about dispatching the guards on the exterior who had obviously heard everything the crusader did.

That meant, to his delight, he got to go inside. Next to the massive window Arianna had shattered there was another, equally as inviting pane of glass...

He leapt through it enthusiastically, landing heavily and igniting his own crimson lightsaber with a hiss. As he did so a pair of guards turned into the antechamber the two sith found themselves in and raised their rifles, shouting in a language Harren understood to be Huttese but couldn't catch a word of. The Deucalian grinned, the boiling force welling up inside him like a tidal wave.

He'd never been one for flashy shows of power when it came to the force. Unlike the crusader next to him who styled herself as a sorcerer of sorts, he was someone that prided himself on his physicality - the many, many ways in which he could end a life using only himself. The force often flowed through him, making harder, better, faster and stronger, but he rarely used it as the Vargs might fear.

He rarely used it as the magic it was.

Not today. Today he stood alongside a Sith Sorceress, who was unashamed and unafraid to use the force to its fullest potential. Today he had bore witness to people being immolated and thrown like ragdolls... Today Harren truly was a witch.

In old Deucalic Harren bellowed, every ounce of bloodlust, passion and hot honest nordic anger manifesting as a messy, unrefined blast of tremendous force. It shook the very foundations of the palace such was its raw power, being far more potent an attack than any acolyte had any right to hope for. The air itself shook with the vibration of his shout, and every other window in the antechamber shattered immediately despite not being the intended target.

When the shockwave hit the two hapless guards their bones snapped and splintered inside their bodies as they were hit by a tsunami of raw force power. As if smashed asunder by the hammer of a mighty god they were cast against the wall behind them, further pulverising their puny and already dead forms and crumpling the pair of them in a sad and pathetic heap. The reverberations of his shout echoed all through the palace and up out of the broken windows and into the Tethian night sky, where it could be heard for miles around. Birds, nesting atop the palace roof, were startled and took flight.

Panting lightly, Harren shrugged at Arianna as if such a display was nothing special, and set off down the corridor the two guards had come from. He assumed she'd either follow or make her own way to the Hutt no doubt by now quaking in terror at the sound of the Deucalian coming for him and everything he held dear. His blood red blade lit the way as Harren went further into the palace. He was grinning.

Guards inside: 4/7
Guards Outside:2/7

 

[Darth Victress]

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Arianna stalked as the apex predator through the interior, her lightsaber suddenly de-activating as she placed it on the belt holster at her side. A wicked laughter radiated from the sorceress as she drew into the darkness of the force as well as tapping into the dathomiri magics she had mastered. A green flame erupted around her right hand and then slowly took the form of a shimmering, black spear. The vorpal weapon pulsated along its length with the nightsister green fire as well as the essence of pure unholiness. Three guards ran towards her, weapons drawn and ready to engage. The distance was approximately 30 meters as she drew her spear hand backwards and then pivoting with her right foot, hurled the spear solidly through the air. It soared with perfect flight, catching a guard straight in the chest and sent him backwards against the wall, pinning his corpse against it. The green fire was indicative of Dathomiri magics, making Arianna only a handful of Sith in the galaxy who could wield that power.

The conjured weapon was equivalent to a lightsaber and thus ignored the guard's armor rating. The other two soldiers mystified by what they saw, stumbled in their footing before attempting to flee in terror. The sorceress continued her maniacal laughter that could be heard through the hallows, she had grown lazy with this stronghold and hoped that Harren would finish off whatever was left of the resistance.

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[Artarion Sekt]

DICE​

Artarion ran towards the sound of the approaching feet, meeting one guard just as he rounded a corner. Artarion went low, sliding along the polished surface of the floor on his armored knees. He swung his left saber in a low arc, the right in a high slash that ended with three pieces of guard on the floor. As his momentum carried him another foot or so, he spun on his knees and then hopped to his feet, standing with this back to the corner. He could hear more footsteps running towards them from within the facility.

Looking back, Artarion saw the difficulties being experienced by Doz. He frowned slightly at the bad karma of getting shot in the hand and the skittering of the saber across the crosswalk. The blaster shot had come from the two guards who were entering a stand off with Doz. Artarion would have to move quickly to make himself a part of that fight. Augmenting his speed and reflexes, he sprinted towards Doz, ending his mad run just in front of the other Sith. He was between Doz and the threat, left saber high and the right in a low guard, fully defensive against the shots he knew were coming. He may not be able to deflect them all, but he could buy time for Doz to recover.

There were some Sith who might see this as a selfless act, something to be shunned. Artarion saw it as simple mathematics, two on two was better than two on one. He didn’t necessarily need Doz but it would make his life certainly easier and he was all for that.

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[Doz Noth]

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The pain in her hand from the blaster bolt finally awoke as she pushed herself up to her feet wondering why she hadn’t been blasted to oblivion while she was rescuing her saber from the fall. The sound of blaster fire being deflected by a light saber greeted her vision of Artarion wielding his two sabers to provide her protection. The sound of the Nord releasing his force enhanced cry filled the air shaking the main structure of the monastery only served to further enhance her growing superstition about the man.

As she gripped her saber staff with both hands the pain shot upward from her right hand clear up into her elbow but in an odd way it was a comfort reinforcing her existence in the world. Even as she savored the sensation of pain she moved into position to Acolyte Sekt’s left flank igniting her duel bladed staff along the way. Anger welled up within her over the stupid sequence of events because she knew she was better than this.

Deflecting the continued blaster bolts she intended to press forward and end this stupidity. The ridiculousness of just two guards with blasters holding their own against the Sith spurred her forward even as the two dropped back to lay covering fire while they ran for the main structure to their rear. This seemed more in line with how the things worked in the Galaxy; the weak falling to the strong. That is when she saw the metal ball with the blinking lights rolling across the polished stone of the balcony. She barely got the word out before the explosion rocketed her over the edge to the depths below, ”Grenade!”

Loosing her left hand from the staff even as she was flung through the air, she grabbed for her grappling pistol at her waste and brought it up before her firing immediately toward the window through which Arianna and Harren had gone. She felt the hook catch hold and was immediately snapped upright with a jerk to her left shoulder. Dangling in space as debris rained all around her she cursed in her native tongue wondering if this was to be the day her teammates would turn against her. Weakness was not tolerated among the true Sith and today she could not do anything right.

Guards inside: 3/7
Guards Outside: 2/7

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[Harren Skaalvarg]

Picking up the pace Harren realised he was the furthest in. He could hear screaming from somewhere behind and to his right, and assumed Arianna was playing with her food before she killed it. He didn't mind one bit what she did, all it meant was that it was his task now to find the slug and end it before he no doubt called is closest allies for reinforcements. There was no pretence of secrecy, no attempt at stealth - that time had long since passed.

Now there was only the flashing of blades and the spilling of blood. Berserker's work.

He almost ran right into the pair of fleeing guards coming from an adjoining corridor, looking behind them as they ran - no doubt Arianna's toys. One turned with a terrified yelp and let off a burst with a pistol which missed, barely, but did hit the wall beside Harren showering him in shrapnel that lacerated the left of his face. With a grunt of pain he brought his blade up and through, bisecting the shooter before following up and hacking the lightsaber back down, tearing his comrade asunder. The smell of burning meat permeated the cramped space, it smelled good.

There was but one door left, one direction in which Harren knew his fellow Sith had not yet been. A large, imposing blast door further down this corridor... The hutt had a safe room.

Harren didn't stop to wonder what metal the door was made of, or whether it might be trapped in some way. With a snarl he plunged his lightsaber into the centre of the metal plating, twisting it this way and that as the plasma core of his sword turned the door red, then yellow, then molten. Wincing from the heat he knew it would be a matter of moments before the door was weak enough to push through with the force.

What lay on the other side? His prey no doubt, with whatever forces they'd kept back as their last line of defence. His face throbbed as his lacerations bled into his beard, fuelling the deucalian's bloodlust yet further. Through the adrenaline that flooded his system, vague thoughts of his comrades filtered through. How was Doz doing on the surface? Would Arianna join him before he forced his way into this final room? Had Atarion protected Harren's first and (currently only) friend?

A fat glob of molten durasteel fell away from the melting door. Not long now... The force rumbled in his fists, aching to be set loose again. Harren roared in frustration at the door like a caged animal, impatient to kill the last of his foes.

Guards inside: 1/7 (the bossman)
Guards Outside: 2/7
Hutt: Alive.

 

[Darth Victress]

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Arianna followed Harren as he worked on entering through the metal door, her palm opening as she drew her spear back into the grasp and then immediately settled her gaze upon the last fleeing guard. Silly man, he was attempting to exit the quarter, appearing that whatever credits the Hutt was paying him for security detail were not enough. Had he stayed and fought, perhaps the Sorceress would have spared him so that he could tell the tales of her horrors to those he met however she had no use for a fleeing coward. Lifting the vorpal weapon, she hurled it once again and guiding it with the force found the middle of her opponent's spine. Lightsaber equivalent in damage, it pierced through the vertebral column and out the other side in a showcase of utter brutality.

Turning away, she ignited the red plasma saber at her side while drawing the essence of darkness around her. Cloaked figure of death strode in next to Harren as they went to execute the obese crime lord. Her words delicate but yet scorned with a howl of authority, "You can finish him Harren, you've earned the right to.." She stated, acknowledging the acolyte's prowess and gifting him with the honors of slaying their guest.

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Guards Inside: 0/7
Guards outside: 2/7
Hutt: Alive

 

[Artarion Sekt]

DICE​

Artarion was on the full defensive, attempting to guard the dazed Daz behind him. As she moved up beside him and charged, he allowed his concentration to lapse and it would cost him. The shout of grenade came a bit late as he turned in time to see the blinking sphere a heartbeat before it exploded. He turned and channeled the Force into his limbs, enhancing his speed and reaction time. He started to run but already knew it was too late.

The explosion rocked the balcony, tossing Artarion through the air and flinging him like a rag doll. He landed against the far wall with an audible crunch. Looking much like a cartoon character from a sad show about failure, he slowly slid to the ground. The concussion from the grenade and its force had broken his collarbone and covered his back in shrapnel and burns. He was fading in and out of consciousness, the pain at intolerable levels. The one saving grace was that he fell behind some bushes, limp and un-moving. This took him from the line of sight of the two guards who found themselves suddenly alone on the balcony.

Artarion fought against the dark curtain that was falling across his consciousness. He knew that to black out now was to die in this place and that was not his destiny. He tried to move and pain from his back exploded behind his closed eyelids like fireworks. He focused on the pain, fed off it, channeled it to his limbs and ground it into a workable sensation through the Dark Side. He was still conscious, but he didn’t know for how long. What he did know was that his ability to fight was gone until he received medical attention.

Guards outside : 2/7
Guards inside : 0/7
Hutt: Alive

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[Doz Noth]

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Amazingly enough the grappling hook held within its precarious perch until she reeled in the line and was pulled up high enough for her to grab hold of the ledge and pull herself up to the fragment of balcony that had not fallen down into the canyon below. Soon as she rolled up and onto its surface, her hand was reaching for her blaster and drawing a bead upon the two guards darting in and out of the door to take pot shots at them. Her first shot took the man through the head but she did not let her eyes linger to enjoy the elation of finally having proven useful. Instead she aimed for the second guard hitting him dead center in the chest killing him as well.

That is when she pushed herself up to her feet and looked at the wide gulf between her and the tower section she and Harren had climbed. But where was Artarion? Had he abandoned her once she flew over the edge? Had he too been caught by the force of the explosion, perhaps was lying dead upon the rocks below? Swiftly she drew upon the force seeking for his presence and located him. Her heart sank for she could tell that he must be injured by the way the force was fluctuating. Retracting the line, she hooked the grappling pistol to her belt and pushed against the tiny scrap of a ledge launching herself up into the air and causing her former perch to crumble and slide down into the depth below.

Her feet came down upon stone, thankfully, and she didn’t pause to think reacting upon instinct and her field medic training. At least there was no enemy fire through which she had to navigate and before long she was crouching down at his side tearing at the shrubbery to clear space in which to work. Her hand went to her side reaching for the med pack only to find it gone. It must have been knocked free of her belt and she cursed in her native tongue. ”Easy now Acolyte Sekt. Don’t even think about moving. The guards are dead. Just hold still.”, she cautioned and called the force up into her hands to do a sensing within his body.

The first thing she examined with the integrity of his spine and thankfully there was nothing fractured there. That seriously reduced the complication of his injuries, at least at first glance. Next she let the flows of darkness expand out into his body looking for internal injuries. She breathed a sigh of relief when she discovered that none of his organs had suffered injury as well. However the broken collar bone was going to be an issue as well as the shrapnel in his back.

Spying the sash at his waist beneath his utility belt, her fingers went to work loosening the knot, the whole while she kept up a light dialogue in order to aid him in maintaining consciousness. The last thing she could permit was for him to slide into shock. ”You’ve broken your collarbone. I’m gonna immobilize the arm with your sash.” Instead of sipping it out from underneath him once she had it untied, however, she pulled it up from his waist to the height of his sternum before saying, ”This is gonna hurt, just use the pain to stay awake.” Carefully she took hold of his forearm and lay it across his chest then began to draw the far end of the sash up beneath his good arm and fashion a sling to tie his arm firmly in place against his torso. The ends she wrapped down to cradle his elbow and give support before fastening them together over top his opposite shoulder.

When she was satisfied that she could finally roll him over toward his good arm, she said, ”Good job. Now stay with me. I have to roll you to your side and get a look at that back.” Doz stood and stepped over his body to get upon his other side, then gripped his hip in her right hand and slid her left back behind his shoulder blade while she rose up to her knees in order to reach. It couldn’t be helped and she fully expected him to either cry out then or pass clear out once she pulled him up onto his side. Grabbing his bottom leg upon which he lay at the knee, she bent it up toward his chest to keep him from rolling over onto his stomach while she got a look at his wounds.

Once more she change positions so that she could see just what it was she had sensed with the force during her initial examination. It was a mess and several pieces of shrapnel were embedded in his back but mostly nothing had puncture him too deeply. It was fortunate that he had been wearing armor but it was ruined now. She shook her head and said, ”This will have to wait until we get back to the ship. If i remove any of this now it will only make you bleed out.” That was a sure way to send him into shock and risk organ failure or even death. She hit the comm link and sent word to Arianna and Harren. ”Artarion is down. A grenade went off. He is stable but we need to get him out of here immediately”, her words trailed off leaving the obvious consequences of delay would be.

Guards outside : 0/7
Guards inside : 0/7
Hutt: Alive

@Denzein @Faded Truth @Critas

 

[Harren Skaalvarg]

With a grunt and a telekinetic shove the molten blast door vaed inwards, liquid metal sloughing off its hinges in a shower of sparks. The moment he could fit himself through without touching the red hot remains of the door, Harren stormed into the Hutts private sanctum, lighsaber held ready...

And there it was. Fuxuh Bwull himself, in all his corpulent glory. He was indeed cowering, a typical Hutt through and through. Harren's smile slid from his face like so much slime, as if the creature before him now utterly offended his sensibilities. It was - everything - he despised in one easily killabke package.

He wasted no time, he shared no words. Every step he took towards the stunted slug before him Fuxuh seemed to try and become more and more one with the wall behind him. He didn't even have a weapon, he truly was pathetic.

Harren drew his hunting knife and sheathed his lighsaber. It was too good a weapon for such a pointless form of life. Placing a hand on the terrified hutts head and pulling it back, he slowly pushed the point of the knife into the soft fleshy throat he'd just exposed. Only once it was up to its hilt did he saw it to one side, making a jagged and vicious would that bled profusely. The Hutt struggled uselessly, coughing blood as it drowned on its own fluids. After an uncomfortable amount of time it finally stopped struggling, then finally it stopped moving entirely. Harren withdrew the knife and spat on its corpse.

It was at that moment that Doz came through on the commlink, Artarion was wounded up on the surface. Giving a look to Arianna with a single raised eyebrow, the Deucalian began walking back out of the ancient monastery, through the charnel house he and the sorceress had made of this place.

His mood had turned sour and his facial lacerations were stinging. The end of this fight had proved to not be a climax at all, merely an execution.

What a waste of time.. What gods would look upon this with admiration?

 

[Darth Victress]

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Arianna watched with pleasure as Harren executed their target, obviously understanding the look of distaste on his face. He was a warrior and so far had proven himself well capable of tasks. Even so much that she had personally vouched for his assistance on an important assignment in Coruscant. Turning away, she heard the voices ring through her comm link. A slight chuckle coming to her face as she returned the Deucalian's look of amusement. "Very well, keep him stable, we'll be there shortly".

The sorceress slowly ascended upwards, heading towards the fallen acolyte and the medical intern at her side. By this time, imperial transport had been called and Sith Troopers with medical units were slowly arriving on scene. Their job was done, one more victory for Darth Vrael.

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