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Del awoke with a start as he heard what sounded like a slug thrower going off nearby. Not moving from his sitting position with his back propped up against a wall he listened intently to the return of blaster fire, then a few more slug rounds being fired. Then it was silent, relatively speaking anyways. It sounded like the fighting had stopped and the victor declared, maybe a civil dispute or beef between two sun members, who knew. Del, moving the canvas covering his armor off of his blaster held in his lap then moving his hand towards his helmet, depressed a button underneath the chin and his helmet's lights began to spring to life. His helmet burned off the dew that had accumulated on his visor and began to initialize his shields and life support systems. While it never properly rained down in thirty-thirty it did have a habit of getting "wet", it usually meant that it had rained on the surface some days ago or they just decided to dump a bunch of waste water down the levels. Either way, Del was covered in droplets of water which quickly coagulated and slid off of him as he began shifting around.
Looking around Del found that he was still on the roof top he had set himself up on. He looked around to find that the cables he had run across the buildings adjacent to him had not been cut aswell. He stood up and felt his knees crack and his back give off a dull pain as he straightened out. His age was catching up to him recently, though it was really a guess how much longer he would live. Clones were rated best by at around age ten, he was 24 years old. He sometimes wondered if the Kaminoians had intended for them to hold together much longer than 15, or if they cared that they were sentencing them to clone madness either. He had only seen it once, but it was something he hoped he could stave off as long as he kept moving forward. Though he supposed there was nothing for him to do about it now. The clones were decommissioned from what he had heard, the Republic was dead, he probably should be too.
He drew his rifle configured into a sniper from underneath his cloak and powered it on and looked through the scope just to make sure it was still working. He walked over to the edge of the building and looked down into the "street" several stories beneath him. There were maybe a dozen people (mostly suns) talking in groups and the occasional hooded figure moving quickly along the side of the street trying to mind their own business. He had gotten there a few hours earlier via single man speeder that was parked on the roof behind him covered in a gray cloth attempting to blend in with the rather drab roof top. He hadn't seen much in the way of potential victims for this suns guy to abduct as most that he had seen were either members or already slaves of some kind being ferried between houses. The few he had seen not fitting that bill were in groups moving tightly together in hopes of appearing threatening enough to the suns members so they wouldn't be bothered. By the force the most interesting thing that had happened so far was a guy selling fruit from some planet he had never heard of coming by. He was big hit with the gang members and was surprisingly not shot and robbed even though he was raking in cash from them. Del had to assume the Rodian doing the selling had permission to be there, well that was the only thing that really made sense anyways.
But just when Del was wondering if maybe he should move his operation somewhere else he spotted a hooded figure with white things hanging out of the bottom of the hood. The build was smallish and possibly a togruta, highly likely female. Del raised one corner of his mouth in mild appreciation of the fact that he finally had bait. He had been hoping something like this would happen so the suns he was looking for would show. It was obvious it wasn't a standing order as the gang members he had seen milling about earlier continued doing so, not so much as batting an eye at the togruta. Del got up from his peerch and traced out in his head where he figured she was heading and he began to make his way over to the next building adjacent to him. He put his right foot on the thin wire connecting the buildings and pushed the idea of being off balance and falling out of his head. He breathed in and put his full weight onto his right foot and quickly moved his left one directly infront of it. He moved quickly across the line to the next building and hoped off the wire careful not to make noise. He check down on the street again and he saw the female still moving in the same direction. Looks like we have a customer.
Del awoke with a start as he heard what sounded like a slug thrower going off nearby. Not moving from his sitting position with his back propped up against a wall he listened intently to the return of blaster fire, then a few more slug rounds being fired. Then it was silent, relatively speaking anyways. It sounded like the fighting had stopped and the victor declared, maybe a civil dispute or beef between two sun members, who knew. Del, moving the canvas covering his armor off of his blaster held in his lap then moving his hand towards his helmet, depressed a button underneath the chin and his helmet's lights began to spring to life. His helmet burned off the dew that had accumulated on his visor and began to initialize his shields and life support systems. While it never properly rained down in thirty-thirty it did have a habit of getting "wet", it usually meant that it had rained on the surface some days ago or they just decided to dump a bunch of waste water down the levels. Either way, Del was covered in droplets of water which quickly coagulated and slid off of him as he began shifting around.
Looking around Del found that he was still on the roof top he had set himself up on. He looked around to find that the cables he had run across the buildings adjacent to him had not been cut aswell. He stood up and felt his knees crack and his back give off a dull pain as he straightened out. His age was catching up to him recently, though it was really a guess how much longer he would live. Clones were rated best by at around age ten, he was 24 years old. He sometimes wondered if the Kaminoians had intended for them to hold together much longer than 15, or if they cared that they were sentencing them to clone madness either. He had only seen it once, but it was something he hoped he could stave off as long as he kept moving forward. Though he supposed there was nothing for him to do about it now. The clones were decommissioned from what he had heard, the Republic was dead, he probably should be too.
He drew his rifle configured into a sniper from underneath his cloak and powered it on and looked through the scope just to make sure it was still working. He walked over to the edge of the building and looked down into the "street" several stories beneath him. There were maybe a dozen people (mostly suns) talking in groups and the occasional hooded figure moving quickly along the side of the street trying to mind their own business. He had gotten there a few hours earlier via single man speeder that was parked on the roof behind him covered in a gray cloth attempting to blend in with the rather drab roof top. He hadn't seen much in the way of potential victims for this suns guy to abduct as most that he had seen were either members or already slaves of some kind being ferried between houses. The few he had seen not fitting that bill were in groups moving tightly together in hopes of appearing threatening enough to the suns members so they wouldn't be bothered. By the force the most interesting thing that had happened so far was a guy selling fruit from some planet he had never heard of coming by. He was big hit with the gang members and was surprisingly not shot and robbed even though he was raking in cash from them. Del had to assume the Rodian doing the selling had permission to be there, well that was the only thing that really made sense anyways.
But just when Del was wondering if maybe he should move his operation somewhere else he spotted a hooded figure with white things hanging out of the bottom of the hood. The build was smallish and possibly a togruta, highly likely female. Del raised one corner of his mouth in mild appreciation of the fact that he finally had bait. He had been hoping something like this would happen so the suns he was looking for would show. It was obvious it wasn't a standing order as the gang members he had seen milling about earlier continued doing so, not so much as batting an eye at the togruta. Del got up from his peerch and traced out in his head where he figured she was heading and he began to make his way over to the next building adjacent to him. He put his right foot on the thin wire connecting the buildings and pushed the idea of being off balance and falling out of his head. He breathed in and put his full weight onto his right foot and quickly moved his left one directly infront of it. He moved quickly across the line to the next building and hoped off the wire careful not to make noise. He check down on the street again and he saw the female still moving in the same direction. Looks like we have a customer.
Rune
Baulder, Catacombs
"LIAR LIAR LIAR! SHUT UP! YOU'RE A RUSE! ALL OF YOU VOICES ARE ALWAYS WRONG!" Baulder yelled (and thought) when he heard something tell him that Tyrael was not real. When Baulder heard the incredibly loud "Waaaaarghhh" it confirmed his suspicions. The Naga had psychomancers, that angered Baulder immensely, you filth will stay out we are our own. Baulder thought as he began cutting into more hounds. At this point he was wading through knee high corpses and swatting away various sizes of hounds. Some would just jump at him in attempts to bite him but they would bump into other hounds doing the same thing or meat his fist in their throat. His arms were ragged and bloody now but it was hardly slowing him down, his anger was the primary fuel for his suicidal charge towards the naga. However the weight of the bodies hitting him from all directions and the piles of corpses around him had ground his advance to a halt.
Then something strange even to Baulder happened. John suddenly appeared next to him looking confused. Baulder had not summoned him had he? Never the less Baulder quickly got to work with his demon. "John we fight more yes! KILL. EAT. PUNISH." John quickly started punching the hounds around him and using the slender bodied animals as weapons against their brethren. Baulder began to feel a warm liquid dripping out of his nose and running down his chin. No time. No time. No time. He had to keep killing, there were so many hounds. Baulder couldn't think about anything else anymore other than the killing. He was covered head to toe in blood now but not all of it was his. Baulder couldn't help but wonder if he was going to fail Tyrael, was he going to die?
NO! Baulder could feel his head beginning to hurt and suddenly all the rest of the pain in his body ceased and it felt as if he was weightless. His eyes felt like they were bulging out of his head and he could feel his head beat with his heart. He was swinging now with a renewed vigor while all of his pain (except his head) left his body. Kill. Kill. Kill. Baulder was still stopped and the bodies piling continuously higher around him but he knew that he had to keep going or the wave would engulf him instead of breaking against him. Baulder began laughing but quickly stopped as the taste of his own blood filled his mouth and he decided to keep it shut as he started choking on his own blood.
<Snipped quote by Lucius Cypher>
"ಠ_ಠ"
"Anyone got some meat? I-i j-just need-d meat man."
I'll get up a post today, need to get to work on killing some suns!
I like to think this is Baulder's
Do I win?
are we doing cute now? Does this count?
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