Berserker Hercules

[Teresa Zambrano | Darth Pellax]

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This was the first time since she was an experiment she'd had taken a job. It had been near a month and the wings had grown fully. Although Teresa had yet to get used to moving them. Even still she was getting low on funds and this was a high risk high pay job. The mansion was home to a sith lord who'd become weak and spoke out against the with empire. This job wasn't entirely about the pay she'd receive after but rather it was a test to her self that she is stronger. That her abilities had surpassed her own limits without a mentor to guide her.

There was a grate many things she'd learnt that she'd never done alone. Dawn was soon to brake the darkness of the night. Every plan was careful constructed to ensure her life wouldn't be taken. Darth barbosa had two acolytes and a sith marauder inside his home. Each of them been sputed lies. If they were loyal to the sith they'd have done what she was about to a long time ago.

Teresa was knelt down by the electric fence hidden in bushes as the spot lights went over her. Guards stood by the door but those that patrolled was in the middle of shift swapping. "It's time." She said under her breath.

 

[Dakil]

First impressions were critical in starting and maintaining healthy relationships, Dakil had learned. Of course he'd learned that lesson in some of the hardest ways possible, but all of that pain he experienced was slowly becoming helpful.

At least he'd learned something in the end, right?

If this was going to be his first and foremost introduction to this empire in infancy, he was going to kick it all off with the biggest bang he possibly could: going after the head of the snake on day one. The little greenskinned minions that had come to adore and worship his presence had scouted the area far and wide in search of the strongest, most powerful foes that Dakil sought - and the Graut came back with very pleasing results.

"Leave me," the halfling snarled at the creatures, sending many of them skittering away with screeching pleas of mercy.

He stood at the cusp of the lord's manor, blade in hand, and strode towards it with utter impunity.

[member="Teresa Shan"]

 

[Teresa Zambrano | Darth Pellax]

[member="Dakil"]

She'd leap high just clearing the razor wire at the top before she came crashing down off balance. As she landed she'd let out a quiet grunt. Rushing the her feet she would run to the wall of the building using large planters with a varied size of plants as cover. As the sound of gravel crunched under the feet of incoming patrols she once more jumped high and reached for a window ledge or something to hold onto. One hand made it to the ledge and the other in a small indent on the wall.

Teresa waited a moment as she looked down at the passing guards. At the same time she had to be cautious of those above too. Her feet had made there way to a good place so she could move a hand. The girl closed her eyes as she felt with the force and bending it to her needs to open the window. It would open outwards large enough for her to climb through. Once she had her hands patted the clothes down of bits of muck that had stuck. It was at that moment she could sense the many force users inside and one not a close from somewhere. Although it felt a bit different to the others she'd been feeling the past few days scoping out the place. Something was off. It would be the first or last but she hated the unexpected. Nether the less she had a job to complete and her intentions was to see this one through.

 

[Dakil]

The first patrol he'd encountered were already on the ground before him. Crimson pools slowly stained the gravel beneath the pair of corpses, eyes widened and mouths contorted into wretched snarls of agony and pain. Deep cuts laced their bodies, with matching incisions across their jugular veins. It was fast and quiet but the wretched blade that Dakil so lovingly clutched made it hurt more than anything they'd ever experienced.

Dakil had smiled and fed off of it.

The warlord crouched, with sword in hand, and slowly snipped the ear off from one of his slain foes. A few surveying glances saw the delectable morsel fit to eat, and then he popped it into his mouth with a sigh of pleasure.

Swallowing, Dakil turned back towards the manor.

His hunger was growing.

[member="Darth Pellax"]

 

[Teresa Zambrano | Darth Pellax]

[member="Dakil"]

Her hand pressed the button to the door for it to beep in denial. It was locked and she could feel two acolytes close in. She stood back and ignighted the lightsaber. Guiding the blade around the panel it would leave a red hot trail where it had been. She'd pull the panel from out the wall letting it dangle by the wires. The heated metal would quickly burn through each wire making the door to open. Teresa swiftly moved taking cover behind the wall by one of what she assumed many staircases. She was only able to assess the outside and the building was large maybe even ran under ground. The first acolyte passed without seeing her then the second. In quick action she'd move out from behind the wall and wrapped an arm around the face of one of them her other hand braced on the top of the back.

There was a quick moan before she pulled hard twisting her head round making a cloud series of clicks. The other had turned around and pulled out a sith sword from the sheath on his back. The girl pushed the dead acolyte towards her next opponent to give a second to ignight her purple blade in time to parry the incoming strike that came at an angle. As they stuck in deadlock she'd use her abilities to forum a tight grip around the guys neck. The sword dropped from his hand to begin the classic gasping for air. Teresa's blade sliced through his chest. As he fell to the floor the two parts of the body would separate. She knew it would have taken to long to wait for him to suffocate. So killing the acolyte quickly was the best option. After all this was a time sensitive job.

 

[Dakil]

Feeling the Force waning and waxing was starting to feel a little bit more natural to the beastial man striding through the gates and into the front door of the manor. It came in ebbs and flows, fluctuating as the tide does. However, the frequency of its motions turned from smooth analog rhythm into the jarring, jagged change of direction akin to digital. It crashed down hard.

The extinguishing of life was afoot. It felt oddly strange.

It drew him nearer and nearer.

As Dakil careened his way right up the front steps of the manor and into the entryway - he was greeted with nothing other than complete silence. Save for the thrumming of HVAC systems kicking in from a change in temperature, the warlord was left to his musing, malicious thoughts before yet another flicker in the Force echoed out to him.

This time he knew where it was.

Dakil took a left, rounding a corner before he was presented with a pair of bisected bodies and someone towering over the corpses.

"Fwaei hoxêma hr'ae?" <<Who are you?>> The man asked, tightening his grip on the sword.

[member="Darth Pellax"]

 

[Teresa Zambrano | Darth Pellax]

[member="Dakil"]

Teresa took a breath of relief as she took a step back. The flooring would creak from steps close by alerting her to the being coming up to her from the right. The man was tall, muscular and beastly. She could see it only had one eye and weilded a long brutish sword. His voice was deep and to most it came of as intimidating. Although she didn't understand what he spoke. Was it a threat? A question? Or something metaphorical. The girl didn't know. "What?" She said to show she was confused. Her mind went straight to thinking about the what ifs. What if this brute was one of Darth Barbosa's many acolytes or Knight. It didn't matter all to much.

In the end if he was she'd kill him quickly and it would have to be quick. She knew by looking at the beast of a man she'd not last in a fight of strength. On the other hand he seemed strong in the force. Much stronger that the acolytes and knights that dwelled here. Although if he wasn't one of Darth barbosa's the man could present to be an asset in taking him down all for her benefit. Once again she could make out the sounds of more footsteps in the pattern of a fast walk or a jog of several people. Teresa's would partially turn to face the direction the acolyte came from to see the four guards carrying blaster pistols. "THERE SHE IS." "wait she?" "JUST SHOOT." Her saber ignighted as she moved slightly backwards towards the wall missing several of the shots. The man of course was blocked from their view but Teresa wondered if he'd intervene.

 

[Dakil]

Her startled look told Dakil everything he needed to know.

A thin, malicious grin spread across his features. That single crimson eye left within his head gleamed with joy as the brute of a creature started for the pale woman who seemed oh-so surprised by his presence here. Whether she was a third party anomaly or one of this Lord's followers, she was going to fall just like the rest of the men he'd slain thus far

However, the voices coming from behind caught him mid-stride.

The monster turned to see a small squad of guard with pistols at the ready. Sweat beaded down their foreheads, breath was irregular, and he was sure they were far more frightened than he. So he charged at them with all of his might. Cobalt bolts flashed past him and towards whoever that person was.

Dakil brought up the wretched blade to bear. It ate up most of the small arms fire coming towards him as he angled the blade in accordance with their fire. All but one had been blocked, though one of the blue bolts came zipping through the air to smash right into his shoulder pauldron. Half of the blast had been received by his armor, though the other half charred the naked flesh with fiery intensity.

Infuriated, Dakil gave a guttural snarl before leaping within their ranks. The blade was brandished with all of his might, cleaving through muscle and sinew with ease. He caught the first two offguard and turned their arms into stubs with one fell swoop. One in the rear gave a terrified shriek before fleeing.

As for the last one that stood, he began to backstep until he reached the wall.

"No! You can't!" He cried out, "I've a family!"

His pitiful cries were swiftly silenced. The warlord pulled his sword out of his chest.

[member="Darth Pellax"]

 

[Teresa Zambrano | Darth Pellax]

[member="Dakil"]

She was somewhat surprised that the brute stopped mid attack to engage the others. That in a way was answer enough for the question why was he here. Probably the same reason she was. To prove her strength and to remove weakness. His actions while fast to ordinary people it was sluggish and heavy to her. Wielding a blade like he did shaved off some of the true fighting ability. Although her bias thoughts came into play as she much preferred lightweight weapons like a saber. Still he handled himself reasonably well.

Her grip extended to the one who tried to flee pulling him fast past the brute towards her. The mans body would slide across the floor stopping short of her feet. Her blade would point to the back of the guards neck. "Where is Barbosa?" She said in a stern voice. "I'll never te..." Her other hand reached towards the man letting out a violent burst of red lightning making him scream in pain. "Wrong answer. Where is he?" "I won't..." Another burst crackled as the smell of burning flesh filled the confined hallway and smoke leaving the mans back. "Defiance will only cause more suffering. Now where is he?" "Basement he's in the bas..." Her blade cut him mid sentence through the back of the neck.

She kept her blade ignighted as she approached the brute. "I don't entirely know why your here but coincidence like this doesn't just happen." She said stopping out of his swinging range. "I will present you an opportunity. I'm here to kill filth. You can aid me or simply join them." Her voice had changed to a some what seductive tone. "While I know you can take the guards your attacks are sloppy. Once you encounter one of the marauders here I'm certain you will did your simply lose limbs. Such potential like you, that would be a waste." A faint smile reached her lips thinking about dragging this beserker up to power. Much like her mentor was doing with her.

 

[Dakil]

Dakil finished his work quickly and quaintly. As he heard the final, fleeing man yelp with surprise as invisible tendrils took hold of his body and pulled, the monstrous man took to cleaning the blood and entrails from the wretched blade still within his grasp. Whatever conversation those two were having was nothing important to him.

She was looking for someone whereas he was just looking for trouble. An opportunity to flex his muscle and throw that length of cold steel around.

Just a little show for those interested, and it seemed he had definitely interested her. While her manipulation of the Force seemed well above his own level, he had yet to see anything that made her stand out from the rest of those crimson-bladed buffoons that so propagated these lands. Just empty husks filled with hate and malice. Dakil craved for a purpose and a goal to aim all of that spite and anger at. He desired nothing more and nothing less - just a purpose.

If she was offering him one, he'd accept.

"You," he raised his own blade to her throat, "I did not come here to be spoken to as if I were some infant." He spat. "I came here tear apart everything this man has built for himself and make it my own.

"You will either help me, or get out of my way."

[member="Darth Pellax"]

 

[Teresa Zambrano | Darth Pellax]

[member="Dakil"]

Her face became serious all of a sudden when the brute pointed his blade at her. "You misunderstand me. I only want to preserve your life- for now. I want to see how well you deal with been close to death. The same time you. Ohhh yes you would make a fine apprentice if you survive today." Her palm would slap the blade away from her throat with great speed as her saber came up to his chest. "What this man is so little to what you could claim. Serve under me and I will promise you that you can take much more that a decrepid old mans home. You will take power you'd never imagined possible." The tip of her saber grew closer to till the tip marked the armor.

Her wings would expand outwards slightly as she rolled her left shoulder. Teresa lowered her blade and moved passed the man fully expecting him to strike but she had a gut instinct he wouldn't do so yet. "You want to kill the sith who mocks the empire then you'll have to follow me- beast. Prove yourself to me and this trophy will be yours. After if I'm pleased you will get what you want with my help of course." A faint smile reached her lips as she walked.

 

[Dakil]

The pawing away of his sword with hers only to replace the space infuriated him to no end. Fury filled his lone crimson eye as his torn socket seared with the anger of one lost to a long war, from long ago. The beastial warrior was half a second away from sinking his blade into this filth and tearing her asunder before she offered him much more than what he initially craved.

Practicing such great restraint was unlike him. Grenzo would've torn her to pieces and ate her already.

"Prove you are worthy to serve," Dakil snarled in reply. "Now we must move quickly before my prey escapes."

He eyed the woman once more before taking off towards the basement.

[member="Darth Pellax"]

 

[Teresa Zambrano | Darth Pellax]

[member="Dakil"]

A menecing smile struck across her lips as she kept moving with the brute behind. She moved in such a way she was keeping pace but not rushing. Her eyes would evaluate everything to spot anything like cameras or traps. "So beast, do you have a name?" She'd ask going down the steps to the first floor. The tips of her wings would brush every step sending a light shudder through her back. They where still sensitive to the point they brought discomfort. Really she needed some way to hold them in place for doing things like this. Right now however the woman had to be cautious as she didn't know what effects would happen if they got damaged.

She'd continue to look around searching for a way into the entrance but the place was big and could take some time. It would be sort of wise for them to split up but she couldn't trust the brute to hold off attacking alone. She herself was barely a match for the sithlord and the marauder at the same time. One at a time maybe. Teresa was confident in her abilities and her training but not overly confident. The only things she knows about Darth barbosa was he relied of powers more than saber combat. Getting close was the best option but getting close was the problem. As they reached the far end of the building they came to a large door built into the floor. Sith writing glowed on the metal. A language she didn't understand nor cared to learn. She'd turn to face the brute as she unhooked the old lightsaber from her belt. Not the one he'd seen her use a while ago but one she had when she obtained freedom. "Use this if you need to." She said handing the simple designed saber. "There is small wheel twist it. Should take it to a length you prefer. Just make sure I get it back after this. It has sentimental value to me. A reminder of sorts."

 

[Dakil]

What ever confidence she lacked, Dakil made up for it tenfold.

The beastial man practically excuded it with each step drawing closer and closer to the final battle that was to come. Blood would slick his sword once more and he'd make this vile creature of a man beg for mercy before Dakil would pretend to take his last words into consideration. There was no room for mercy or quarter whatsoever. He wanted this woman to know that he was not a kind man full of patience and hope.

"I am called Dakil," the man answered in stride. "Dakil the Destitute."

As they came upon the door to the cellar and whatever lurked below, he turned to face the woman who presented him with that odd saber used by the Sith. It looked far too light and far too meager to be of any real use in combat. A weighty blade that could cleave and rend was his preferred tool of the trade, but he accepted the lightsaber nonetheless. Taking up the hilt within his large hands, Dakil quickly clipped it to his belt.

"Lead the way." He said.

[member="Darth Pellax"]

 

[Teresa Zambrano | Darth Pellax]

[member="Dakil"]


She'd give the man one more quick glance a serious expression gave her a somewhat menacing look. The girl turned to face the black metal door and reached out her hand. It would begin to warp and bend making a hole in the center large enough for them both to pass through. She descend down the steep narrow stairway. "So Dakil - tell me something about yourself. Other than you kill people. What truly led you here of all places to prove your strength and claim the power here for yourself?" She asked probing to see what kind of person he was. Everyone had a story many of them filled with lies and decite, but in every good lie there is truth. That was what she wanted.

The further down the both went the stronger the stench of dried blood filled the air. It was stale and repulsive yet it was familiar. A smell that began to ignight her anger and fury for it bringing back a recent memory in it's scars was in the ends of her fingers and grown from out her back. Clicking noises came from her hand as she tightened the grip around the hilt. For while she had this she had the power to push through what challenges awaited them both below. It wasn't long till a orange glow could be seen that flickered and danced. There was also the sound of cracking and hissing that only came from fire.