Post 2/20
Objective 3, All out War on the ground.
Members: [member="Iago Rekali"], [member="Rhyn Makenzie"], [member="Voryl Halcyon"],
Gear:
Iron Wolf Lord Armor,
Sith Sword Kyro, Simple Lightsaber, Lightsaber Shoto,
Music/Theme:
Fight like Hell - Jt
The blaster bolts flew through the air. Racing towards their targets as the opposing forces began to attack. Sending men forth out of the distance between the two lines of forces. Some men charged, uttering cries of war. Some stayed back. Firing round after round aimlessly into the mass of men. Hoping to take down a few for the pure purpose of causing a death. Ships flew their bombing runs and sent a hail of laser fire down upon the masses. Taking out a dozen or so troops with one sweep of the cannons. High arcing weapons flew into the air with grenades, hand thrown bombs, and launcher weapons.
As the men from Cartann came close enough for me to see the emblems emblazoned upon their trooper armor, I slid my sword tip into the ground. Letting the blade stick up from the dirt. Gathering all of the energy I could muster within the span of three seconds, A ball of pure destructive energy formed in my hands. I smiled as I released it. The ball zoomed towards the crowd. The force pushing this destructive ball faster and faster through the horde of enemies. Before detonating and exploding.
I drew my sword as troopers rushed towards one another. Coming to clash their vibroswords, blasters and other weapons in hand to hand combat. Walking forward, I drew my sword from the dirt. Cleaned the tip of my blade with my hand, just before I plunged it into a man's suit. Sticking him through while using my off hand to slam into another's head. His helmet flew off his head as he was dazed. Just before I pulled my sword from the comrades chest, I slung it over to him. The last thing he would see was me, and a sword slicing through the air to his head.
Drawing upon the emotions of so many, I could feel the pain and fear of all the men around me. I could feel myself becoming that much stronger. Their fear of war became my strength. It became my ally. I used it to fuel my strength and my speed. Sending my blade in and out of many men. Slaughtering all who came my way, and stood in my path. As two began to fire upon me with blaster fire, I had another three charge me with vibroswords.
Lifting my left arm, A blaster round slammed into my forearm. Using the same arm, I slammed it into the closest man. Sending him sprawling backwards. Swinging my sword with massive strength, Both hands clutching the grip as I yanked it through the torso of the second man, His top half sending blood all over the field as the third's vibroblade smacked my shoulder. Turning to him, I could see his face. Filled with dread as he hardly made a dent in my armor. Picking the man up with my left hand, His feet were off the ground. Trying to fight my iron grasp with his gloved hands around his neck.
Pulling upon his emotions, His raw, and untainted emotions. How sweet they tasted as I blasted his head off with a force push from my left hand. The two blasters still firing in my direction as I gripped one with the force. His body collapsing on itself like an aluminum can. Cracking and breaking until he no longer screamed. The other to fearful to move as I threw my sword. Piercing it through his chest and sending him into the dirt. Walking over to the man, I queen slapped another man who had decided to charge at him. Hitting him so hard to be flung a few feet before falling into the dirt. I placed my foot on his chest, and pierced the sword deeper into his chest. His screams in terror came to my ears. I looked through the eye slits of my helmet. I leaned in close as I then drew the sword from his chest.
No words. No emotions as I slammed my boot into his chest where the sword should had been. Crushing down on his sternum. Cracking every bone in his chest cavity. Raising my foot, I walked off to my next fight between more soldiers.
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Cartann High Forces:
Standing among the back forces, A holotermal was placed in a nice patch of grass. An open tent over hanged it as the man standing with many awards upon his chest was right outside. Drinking his cafe, and a ciggara in his off hand. A Calvary sword attached to his left hip. Exquisitely made for his skills upon the battlefield. A previous pilot in the forces that are now fighting to gain Air superiority. The man smiled brightly as he walked into the tent. Showing forces converging on one another from aerial scans.
"Keep the forces concentrated on gaining air support. Send Xesh patrol to aid in ground combat with their air to ground missiles, and fire on the masses. Keep our casualties low."
"Yes Sir!"
His sip of a drink was completed with a puff from his cigara. Nothing better then wasting peasants on the field of battle.