Iron Unbent
// OBJECTIVE //: The Ugly
// FOCUS //: Errant | Tsavong Kraal | Dione | FN-999 | Lucien Dooku
Armor | Lightsaber | The Vane | Pistol
And so there were more. They'd meet their end at the end of his blade all the same. He'd put each of them to the sword if he had to. In truth, the Vong were not so much a manifestation of evil as the Sith were. The darkness.
"They're running not in fear but because they've taken all they can take. It is not we who are mighty, it is we who are too late." Rurik remarked. Regardless of whatever victory they might snatch from the Yuuzhon Vong here, they'd be kings of the cinder, lords among the ashes of the fallen here. They'd staved them off, but they had not beaten them.
"The Vong have endured, always. The Galactic Alliance and Imperial Remnant of old could only beat them down so much. They'd endured the wrath of the Abominor, the Silentium. To be faced as a foe, they must be respected." Rurik said. All the same, they had to be scraped clean from this world.
He cleaved his saber through another warrior as Tsavong Kraal willed another host of the Vong to meet them. All the same he felt the foundations of the Ming Po city crumble beneath them as the Vong ships began to rise from the planet.
He felt the armor crack and melt around his blade as he impaled another before he screwed his eyes beneath the metallic visage shut to hone in on the swelling beneath the earth.
"I'm afraid...I'm afraid the ground will not be beneath us much longer. We have to leave. Now. Captain FN-999 , gather your men and instruct them to fall back. If there is any among the living still here, take them with you but we can not best what they have gathered." Rurik commanded.
"Errant. You and I will keep them occupied until we can finally retreat." Rurik instructed to his apprentice, now throwing the slain Vong warrior to the snow beneath.