Battle of Mundas (Triko)

[Velok the Younger]

@[member="Triko"]

Rave had faced down malevolent, twisted aberrations the size of capital ships, occasionally after giving them reason to fixate their frustrations on one wiry, purple-eyed girl. She had examined Mnggal-Mnggal at close range, inspected the Dark Harvest zombies -- even reversed that process to cure Velok of his transformation.

It had been a long time since a monster had made her feel fear.

She relaxed as the hood went up again. This seemed like a moment to say something, but words failed her. After two back-to-back uses of Sith magic, plus a minor massacre, she didn't have the strength to implant a Nightsister spell of loyalty, which would have been a nice option.

Her short-range comms crackled. Other boarding crews, taking the ship. Her back still ached abominably; she sat back against one of the nukes that shot lasers, and closed her eyes.

 

[Triko]

"Triko will not forget Rave." He grunted in hoarse tones, and stepped away. "Triko will not forget." He spat.

As he reached the door, he stopped, pausing for a moment. A smirk spread across his face, hidden as it was- he span on his heel, advancing back towards the woman.

"'Allo, bootiful." His voice sounded strangely attractive all of a sudden.

Things were going to get interesting.

@[member="Rave Merrill"]

 

[Velok the Younger]

@[member="Triko"]

Rave's eyes went wide; her breathing quickened. Comm chatter indicated that the Killiks had been pushed out of this region of the ship. And all these nukes that shot lasers-

The Mark IF combat exoskeleton folded away from her body, leaving her weak-kneed in her bodyglove and still dripping kolcta from the wound in her back. The armor thudded to the deck. Rave sprang, barehanded. She was short, he was tall for a jawa; it didn't take much imagination to rip off a robe which stank of napalm. She bore his wiry frame down to the deck, careful of the head wound, but not too careful.

And surrounded by nukes that shot lasers, the scene faded to black.