Breaking A Spine.

[Darth Eversor]

Within the darkness is where death waits. Within the light is where death waits. Within nature is where death waits. ​

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Death is omniscient, death sees all.​

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Death is proof, death is unbiased.​

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Death is the healing and the undoing.​

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Death is the solution, death is the question of all.​

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Death wears a mantle of human curiosity and the crown of thought. It is unwavering, silent.​

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Death is the judge of life.​

PROJECT 1076; ****LOCK DISENGAGED, AWAKENING FROM STASIS.****​

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Detritus stood idle as the machines that awoke him also adorned his body with his armored suit. His face once again being enveloped by a blackened metallic skull as his eyes stared lifelessly at the metal grated floor in front of him. As soon as this routine was finished, he slowly curled his fingers one by one into a fist and held it there. This was a way to tell his brain that it needed to pump combat drugs through his system so he could dive into combat more easily.

There was something that needed to be done.

Exiting the complex he was in on Balmorra, Detritus was setting off towards the outskirts of the town he was currently stationed in - he was looking for a Jedi that managed to escape his wrath, and the creation wasn't going to have it. Death was an absolute.

Taking a speeder bike from one of the motor pools, the monstrosity sped off into the night. The Force signature of the Jedi was still fresh in Detritus' mind from their previous meeting; an unacceptable error for the creation. Typically most individuals that use the Force might give up and hope to find their target at a later date, or even a soldier neglecting the idea of tracking down a runaway hostile.

Not Detritus.

It wasn't even so much the fact that they had stolen a few vaccines to help ease whatever crowd they might be catering to. It was simply like nature for the creation to hunt down the thieves at all costs, the Empire did not dictate such actions and would not dare tread against Detritus in his path of hunting. With all the calculations and formulating done prior to finding this Jedi of a man, the outcome would be favorable at best.

Or so the entity thought.

If there was one word to sum up Detritus as a man, pious wouldn't be the one. Although zealous in making any effort necessary to kill, the being had a scientific mind and not a theocratic follower persona. Why some Sith or Jedi killed or defended out of this mindset Detritus would never know - he simply found it erroneous and primitive compared to systematic termination.

As millions of thoughts raced through the monster's head, he still sped on to seek out this Jedi and murder him.

There would be no rest until the mission had been completed.

[member="Cyril Grayson"]

 

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Cyril was far from home.

It was late in the night when he came to a halt on the outskirts of the Collocoid hive. The giant bug had returned to a peaceful state after the death of their Sith Overlord. Cyril and an Imperial sniper by the name of Cyrene had taken the darksider down together, yet it still felt as if the Sith's spirit lingered on. He felt it in the air, an electricity he had come to associate with the tools of the Dark Side.

With him was [member="Urya Uvatera"], whom he had brought to scope out the hive and perhaps figure out just who the hell she was. He'd asked her to check for any Imperial signals in the area, and had then settled down in the dirt to meditate.

It was so rare that he was allowed a moment of peace.

The constant thrum of life was ever present all around him. From the tiny insects scurrying through the dirt beneath his feet, to the scavenger birds soaring high into the heavens above. He allowed his consciousness to extend far beyond, to the deep roots of trees on the other side of the plateau. To the rodents feeding on cacti a few meters away.

To the --- speeder?

Cyril sprang up to his feet, cloak billowing out as the wind caught him. The cyan glow of his lightsaber penetrated the darkness like the brightest of blue stars. At first he sensed the hostile presence, then he heard the speeder.

Someone was coming.

[member="Detritus"]

 

[Urya Uvatera]

[member="Detritus"]
[member="Cyril Grayson"]

Urya had happily followed Cyril, after she'd popped free of the medical garb from before. Field trips were fun. They should happen more often, in her opinion.

"Colicoids! Cannibalistic. Carnivorous. Connected by a hive mind, working together for a queen. Also toxic on Balmorra. Why are we here? Why are you sitting down?" She stuck her head close to the hive, letting her tech scan for any Imperial signals, as asked. There were long moments of blessed silence, as the cyborg finally -shut the hell up-. The sound of the speeder didn't cause her any alert, with her head pressed so close to insect noises, the whirring in her own head, and other sounds of the nearby animals.

"I am picking up an imperial signal! 100 meters. 95. 90. 83... I think its getting closer. Should we run?" The cyborg hadn't moved, head and hands still pressed to the outer hull of the hive.

 

[Darth Eversor]

Speeding ever closer, Detritus could feel the essence of life nearby - insectoids, rodents, but something else was here in the outskirts among other more native things. The creation's visor detailed the proximity of the area he was approaching as withholding something - or someone that was capable of the Force; Detritus could feel it and knew exactly who it was and that they were hiding once again, just like he found them the last time they met.

Jedi.

Yet there was another life form with him, but this one had no ties to the Force. Likely to be an ally of sorts, but it didn't matter. If they were to get in the way of things - which they likely would, then they too would share the same fate as the false Sith.

The roaring engine of the speeder bike began to die down as Detritus parked and sat atop the seat watching what looked to be a hive of some sort. He had no clue as to what lived within or created such a spectacle, neither did his care escalate to any higher of a level. There wasn't much that could woe or surprise the monstrosity - not unless it involved or entailed the destruction of something else. It was a funny notion, really. Why create an entity that held vastly superior intellect when it only applied such a computerized functionality to eradicating life?

Another question for another day.

After a moment of observing the horizon and the hive in the distance, Detritus departed from his speeder bike and from it he took an E-11s sniper rifle; he began to walk forward at a slow pace, bringing the strap of the rifle over his shoulder in silence until he could find a suitable position to begin popping shots.

As the monster tread closer toward the Jedi, he reached out through the Force to tell him a little something.

"I know you're here."

[member="Urya Uvatera"] [member="Cyril Grayson"]

 

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Whatever the disturbance was, it was getting closer. The beast made no attempt to shroud itself in the force - it likely did not know how, and Urya's warning of an imperial presence only confirmed Cyril's suspicions. He lofted a brow as the creature slowed. It knew he was here. It was stalking him.

"You have a rifle Urya?" He asked of the cyborg. "Start shooting...east." He motioned toward the direction that he felt this disturbance, this abomination in the force.

He pushed up to his feet, cyan blade humming steadily as he broke into a jog toward the creature. If things went well, Urya would hopefully flush him out, and then Cyril could engage him unhindered.

[member="Urya Uvatera"], [member="Detritus"]

 

[Urya Uvatera]

"Oh yes. Absolutely. Because under this slim facade, I'm obviously carrying a rifle." The tone was somewhat sarcastic, but Urya bent at the waist, toying with one of her feet. She snapped some clasp on it, and over half the leg fell off, leaving her with only some kind of peg leg on her right side. She fussed with her disembodied calf, folding out part of it into a long barrel. The sole of her foot formed the stock of the rifle, which she put to her cybernetic shoulder. There was another 'click!', allowing the rifle to attach into a power supply she kept there.

"I'll have you know, just because my foot happens to be a weapon, doesn't mean that you shouldn't arm me with something more substantial in the future." Lacking a trigger, Urya's embedded brain gave the command for the rifle to begin shooting. Laser blasts suddenly erupted from the end of it, laying down some suppressing fire. Her bionic green eyes began to focus like scopes, extending her range of view. " What exactly am I supposed to be firing at!?"

 

[Darth Eversor]

As soon as the firing began, Detritus crouched and observed the source of the gunfire that sprayed erratically over the barren landscape - one or two of the rounds landing a few feet away from the monstrosity himself as he brought the stock of his own rifle to his shoulder and adjusted the scope accordingly. Scanning beyond his own position for a brief moment, Detritus caught a glimpse of the opposing sniper; a sore thumb sticking out in the open.

Yet, this could be a trap; however, it mattered none. So long as the Jedi could be murdered. All distractions needed to be dealt with.

Seeing the spastic sniper from across the land, Detritus aimed for the woman's shoulder - slowly putting his finger's weight on the trigger as he made sure the shot was lined up properly. A single crimson bolt shot out from a source unknown, the silence blanketing the landscape now broken by the crack of the creation's rifle while the target's own weapon barked back like a mad dog blindly biting at the wind.

Hopefully this one well-placed shot would paralyze this woman and then Detritus could deal with his primary objective.

[member="Urya Uvatera"] [member="Cyril Grayson"]

 

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The muzzle flash gave him away. Cyril had rushed across the short plain, relying on the force to give haste to his flight. His eyes narrowed as the flash of crimson reflected in the familiar skull of the monster. The one that had assailed both him and Besk within the Imperial garrison. He knew not where the warrior was shooting - he didn't care.

The Jedi Master launched himself into the air, lightsaber held with both hands. He came down like a sledgehammer toward [member="Detritus"], a rapidly approaching line of blue cutting through the inky blackness of the night sky. The blade came down to carve through the warrior's shoulder and sever the left arm if it struck its mark. If not, Cyril would find another way to give the thing pause. He would not fall to such a beast, nor would Urya. His ally's attack had distracted the thing. He would not waste that opening.

"I see you too." He grunted as he crashed down toward the creation.

[member="Urya Uvatera"]

 

[Urya Uvatera]

Urya's cyberbrain immediately tracked the shot, and fired off the order to the body to move before the bolt hit. Alas, the spirit is willing, but the flesh just doesn't move as fast as a microprocessor.

She pushed herself away from the bolt, no where near quick enough to dodge it. She took the bolt in her fleshy shoulder, which smartly spun her away from where she was blasting, cursing like a sailor. She hit the ground, laying there a moment, having portions of her brain cycle the pain away into a more manageable level. She tried to move the flesh arm, but it wasn't responding. Paralyzing bolt? That wasn't fair! She'd at least have still been able to move her arm if it had just been a regular blaster shot. That nerf herder!

It took another second for Urya to get to her feet again, the rifle firmly locked into place in her bionic shoulder. Her brain mapped the trajectory of the shot, noted the swing of a cyan saber in the same vicinity, and decided that was where the fight was going on. She ran in the same direction, the rifle barrel sinking back into itself and adjusting for a shotgun array, but it would take her longer to get there than she'd hoped. Stupid peg legs.

[member="Detritus"]
[member="Cyril Grayson"]

 

[Darth Eversor]

Feeling the presence of the Jedi closing in, Detritus discarded the rifle quickly and sprang back up to his feet. Combat drugs coursing through his veins in seconds as his adrenal gland allowed him to attempt to make an exceptional evasion from the lightsaber. Reaching down to his waist, the monstrosity grasped the hilt of his saberstaff and activated one end only - strangely enough, the creature seemed to prefer wielding the lightsaber as if the weapon was a two-handed blade only.

Chancing upon the Jedi just as quickly as he dodged him, Detritus attempted to bring his own crimson blade down overhead to catch the man in his dome with an unrelenting kinetic strength. For now the creation assumed the woman he shot would remain unavailable to aid the Jedi any further, now focusing on his prey.

A first real fight, and definitely not the last.


[member="Urya Uvatera"] [member="Cyril Grayson"]

 

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If [member="Detritus"] was a large, lumbering behemoth, than Cyril was a small agile hunter. He karked under the haft of the lightsaber staff, relying just as much on acrobatics as he did reversals against such a large opponent. The monster was the physical superior, but Cyril had home in other areas. The blades clashed as Detritus swung downward. Sparks flew from the crimson clashing against blue. The weapons hissed at the contact, then again as another strike was repelled.

Each was rebuked expertly through Cyril's mastery of Niman. Rather than block the warrior's strikes head on, he simply rolled with them, using his opponents momentum to rumble beneath each strike. This could only last so long however, as eventually, the Jedi Master would tire. A solution would have to be found.

"Which master do you serve?" He demanded as another strike jarred his arms. "The Sith? The Imperials?"

He thrust his right hand forward. A wave of telekinetic energy flew from it, exploding toward Detritus at this close range with the force of a thermal detonator.


[member="Urya Uvatera"]

 

[Urya Uvatera]

Urya limped her way towards them, holding her makeshift shotgun at the ready. It was going to hurt like hell when she shot it one-armed, but the other one was just not responding as it should.

It didn't take her long to find the scene of the fight, but she hung back near a tree, waiting for a proper shot. Perhaps she should revert to rifle and go up into the bran--oh right. She needed two arms to climb. She waited, hidden by foliage, for an opportune moment.

[member="Detritus"]
[member="Cyril Grayson"]

 

[Darth Eversor]

Blow after blow was traded with the Jedi, and Detritus noticed how he didn't exactly fight back in a purely melee fashion just as he was demonstrating. The monstrosity made note of this maneuver and would perhaps find use for it in another time of battle, maybe not. But as each strike landed, Detritus fed off of the Jedi's connection with the Force; his strong will satisfied him in some twisted way.

The strength in the man was impressive, given that he had no alterations to him. The Force was strong within the creation's prey - although this would be the first actual Force user Detritus had legitimately fought head-to-head. Nonetheless, the blows kept crashing down against the blue of the liar's lightsaber without delay or a hint of inconsistency.

"I am not restrained by a leash given by the Sith, nor the Imperials." The monster leaned in a bit closer after slamming his own blade a bit harder against the Jedi's own weapon. "My calculations simply deem it necessary to hunt you down and murder you. You will not be safe as long as I live."

And with those words, Detritus felt himself being pushed back by a massive amount of pressure that knocked him down into the dirt harshly. He lay there, still and unresponsive for a moment as he was jarred from the concussion from the blast. His HUD flickered briefly as he quickly got back up to his feet. The jedi would have to learn that it would take everything he had to destroy the monstrosity, or risk it coming back some other time.

This was do or die.


[member="Urya Uvatera"] [member="Cyril Grayson"]

 

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A creature of slaughter then. Likely one of the Sith creations with a bit too much independence for its master's tastes. Which explained why it was in a backwater town like Kinthar.

"You'll have to try a bit harder to put me down." He breathed, chest rising and falling violently as he forced his body to relax. [member="Detritus"] was already beginning to stand up, and where the warrior was supplemented by his stims, Cyril had to rely on the force to maintain his stamina. The problem with that was that it did not always work.

"Who made you?" He asked quietly, blade raised in a cross-cut to repel any strike Detritus might send his way. That was, of course, only to keep his attention while [member="Urya Uvatera"] took her shot.

 

[Urya Uvatera]

Urya kept the foliage between herself and the monster until he stood up, allowing her the broad expanse of [member="Detritus"] 's back to take aim. She pressed her own back to the tree for stability, raising her shotgun. There was no telltale popping of shotgun shells, no slight 'click' of the trigger. She simply plotted the trajectory in her head, and her brain silently triggered the gun to fire on 'auto'.

Her gun blasted close behind him, hoping to hit her target. Once it had let one bolt loose, it stopped, giving a sharp whine as it powered up to fire a second.

[member="Cyril Grayson"]

 

[Darth Eversor]

And so the battle boiled down to the concept of either of the men being two sides of the same coin. Well, more or less. One more machine and with organic and human qualities with a bit of mixed DNA; however, it made no difference when one that embraced the Dark Side of the Force fought a Jedi. The supposed protectors of the galaxy and all that was just.

Detritus ignored the comment the Jedi made about needing to use more strength; human intimidation was fickle to the monstrosity and he would never retort back to such blank, meaningless drivel. Detritus would, however, humor the man with the bit of insight he desired.

"I am the result of the scientific mind when it decides it wants to breed a killer; I am genetically superior by the grace of surgical procedure and machine."

The blackened eye sockets in Detritus' helmet began to come alive with red embers, the muscles on the beast starting to bulge with large veins as both his hearts began to pump furiously with numerous combat drugs. The creation was starting to itch for bloodshed at this point, literally beginning to twitch noticeably in his free hand and head.


"Sylvanan..."

That was the last word Detritus uttered before his spine was lit ablaze with pain as he was fired upon by the woman he assumed to be down and out - a grave error. But as the monstrosity was now literally full of drugs, he remained standing but instead turned around to target the wretch that dared to dispatch him. His visor's targeting system locked on to the cyborg; his left hand reaching down to his holster as he drew his slugthrower and began popping off round after round indefinitely.

This most certainly might cost the monster since he turned away from the Jedi, but in his drug-fueled insanity, his coherent mind was processing millions of thoughts about murder - so much so, that everything alive was considered a threat and must be killed. Especially this cyborg.

[member="Urya Uvatera"] [member="Cyril Grayson"]

 

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A moment of opportunity presented itself. The beast had turned its back on Cyril, albeit at the expense of Urya's safety. A chill ran up the Jedi's spine as the sound of the slugthrower firing echoed through the night. There was nothing he could do to stop that, but perhaps he could keep it from happening again.

The only sound that came from him was the whir of his lightsaber. The blue blade arced in a cross-cut, seeking to carve a terrible gash in the creation's back from shoulder to hip. Cyril made sure to push all his weight behind the blow to stab as deeply as he might be capable.

I sincerely hope this works.



[member="Detritus"], [member="Urya Uvatera"]

 

[Urya Uvatera]

Nope. Nope nope. Nopenopenope nope nope! As soon as his shoulders began to rotate, Urya careened to the other side of the tree. The whole thing shuddered, metal biting deep into wood. She scrunched down into a ball at the base of the roots, readying a shot when he gave her an opening--but it never came. Slug after slug continued to rip into the tree, which groaned in complaint. She would just have to wait.

[member="Detritus"]
[member="Cyril Grayson"]

 

[Darth Eversor]

As Detritus emptied the clip into the tree the cyborg was hiding behind, the monstrosity subconsciously processed the outcome of this scenario; his undoing was imminent. The monstrosity felt the sharp, burning sting of the lightsaber tear through his body. He dropped his slugthrower to the dirt and clenched both his clawed gauntlets into tight fists, the tips of his fingers digging into his palms, making them bleed as the beast cried out in pain into the night.

"WWWRRRRRRRRRRRRYYYYYYY!!!!!"​

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Detritus fell to his knees, ready to collapse due to the support of his spine being virtually gone after such an unforgiving blow. The monstrosity couldn't give up, he couldn't break now. In a gross display of both stubbornness and unmatched strength, the creature forced himself to stand once more only to collapse again as pain shot through his body. This time falling to his hands as well, still trying to keep from laying down in the dirt; rejecting defeat even in his current state.

"THE.....OBJECTIVE....MUST BE.....COMPLETED!"​

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Using the last ounce of strength he had left within his being, the creation unleashed a shock-wave in the Force that would be akin to the explosion of a land speeder if one were standing too close. Detritus knew this battle was lost, but wouldn't admit defeat. After his last card was played, the monstrosity finally collapsed into the dirt - his limbs stiff and without life, the glowing eye sockets of his helmet dying back into inky blackness.

Mission failed.

[member="Urya Uvatera"] [member="Cyril Grayson"]

 

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The barrier was weaker than Cyril would've hoped. His arms flew up in a cross shaper over his head as the shockwave went off. It lifted him off of his feet and sheered the Synth-skin from his cybernetic arm, but his own barrier had saved his life. He fell back a few feet, stumbling into the dirt on his landing. Something popped in his right leg, and pain shot up from it. He grimaced, bit back a curse, and stumbled up to his feet.

"That was...eventful." He managed, limping up to the unconscious creature. It had promised to hunt him down so long as it lived. There was no holding cell for such a beast. The solution was clear.

"You okay Urya?" He asked in quiet concern as he ignited his lightsaber once more. Without a moment's hesitation, he plunged it deep into the monster's back, and just as quickly disengaged the blade, clipping it to his belt.

"Nothing broken?"

[member="Urya Uvatera"], [member="Detritus"]