Criminals Vs Evil Dead

[Miss Blonde]

Criminals Vs Evil Dead ​

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Leading an intergalactic crime syndicate took you places. Sometimes said places were wonderful. A beach resort on Manaan, nature walks in the forests of Kashyyyk, and best of all the casinos of Zeltros. But other times the galaxy wanted you to get your come-upins and so it placed you on the corrupted and dark side infused badlands of Tython, what was once a pretty nice place. Little bit of a Jedi problem once but the Sith solved that.

Now of days Tython was wholesomely corrupted and filled three different types of people. Jedi trying to heal the damaged planet, Sith marauders trying to kill and hold on to the old days, and people just trying to get by. But deep within that mess of conflicting goals and struggle there was something of value, something that held real power. A book held by a secret cult of shadowy figures, obviously.

So the plan was simple. Use the information given by Janis Connolly to track down said shadowy figures, shoot them in the face, and then take the book. The plan was idiot proof, not even someone like [member="Keira Ticon"] could mess it up. What with her brash and headstrong Bantha crap attitude about seizing the moment.

Regardless of all that, it was time to get started. Touching down on the planet's surface a few shuttles landed at a small war torn village where people were still living and doing their best to stay alive on this now hostile planet, and out from those shuttles stepped teams of men dressed in survival gear. Among them was of course Miss Blonde the one who had pulled the strings together for this operation. And with her small but commanding presence she snapped her fingers and yelled at a few peons before watching a few speeders and bikes come down the ramps of the shuttles.

"Make sure you have your survival gear! If you are lost or separated be sure to pull your chord to activate your distress signal! Once active we will break off people to secure you or your corpse! If you are missing any survival gear please see the supply droid! If you haven't notified your next of kin please use the long range transmitter aboard the shuttle!" shouting out her orders and advisement, things seemed to be going smoothly.

But everything needed to be set and people had to be gathered, and when that happened the crime lord would lead the way into the heart of darkness.

[member="Stardust Raxis"] [member="Break"] [member="Keira Ticon"] [member="James Justice"] [member="Cyrus Falcor"] [member="Dyxra'a"]
OOC PLEASE READ

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If you are planning on joining this all I ask is that you don't NPC the evil forces under your control. Working as a merc is fine but I have a set backstory for them and where they come from. Please and thank you

 

[Keira Priest]

It wasn't anything new as far as Keira was concerned. Get in, take what they came for after likely unceremoniously ending a handful of lives, and get out. None of that was any different from any other job she had taken at the behest of [member="Miss Blonde"], and as far as operations went, it was pretty routine. Hell, she had completed a handful of missions just like it on her own in the past. But there was one difference between this one and those numerous others, one key detail that separated them: the planet of origin. Tython used to be a world like any other, ruled by the Jedi and entirely light in its aura. Recently, however, it had been taken by the Sith, and that previously untarnished atmosphere had soon retained the same toxicity as all worlds ruled by that particular Order.

And, of course, Blonde had seen it fit that they travel to the planet only after it had had plenty of time to be entirely corrupted. Nothing less would have been expected, and she knew the other woman well enough to be perfectly aware of exactly how she operated. When the call came down she knew better than to attempt to decline, as this was a mission she would be coming on either way, it being undeniably suited to her skillset. Simply imagining stepping foot on the surface had been enough to give her a headache, and now that she was actually there that fragment of her imagination was fully realized. Pain throbbed through her skull like rolling thunder, pressing behind her eyes as if attempting to escape.

But no one would be able to see the pain on her face, as she was fully armored, helmet sealed to the rest of the phrik plating. As soothing as the fresh air would no doubt be, it was easier for her to center on her own thoughts when she was able to block any outside noise at will. In situations like these it was best that she do nothing more than focus on her own breathing and simple existence without any outside interference, even from Thalia. And the AI seemed to know better, as she had remained silent, only observing quietly from the upper left corner of her HUD, a concerned look etched into her pale blue features. There was a sort of sickness the darkness brought on that nothing could cure, and as much as she despised it she found herself in an inevitable bond with the more volatile side of the Force.

 

[Stardust Solus Skirae]

When your skills are called upon by certain people you often question it, not when it came from blond the twilek had fought against her spared by her and has even fought beside her, she was a criminal but it didn't matter she didn't hurt her friends or family to her knowledge and so that made her on good terms

'Can't believe I'm here for this, glad the pay still is good that and I'm just bored'

She said out loud as she approved blond and held her gloved hand herself fully sealed in her armor towering over the woman

It's good to see your kicking after some time hope this places offers some fun

She said and chuckled

[member="Miss Blonde"]

[member="Keira Ticon"]

 

[Darth Seraphic]

[member="Miss Blonde"] [member="Stardust Raxis"] [member="Keira Ticon"]

Tython, oh beautiful Tython with all of it's corruption, Romeo had never been here truth be told. He didn't care that the Jedi had been broken and removed from their precious world of the lightside, nor did it bring him any joy that the corruption fueled his powers as his feet continued to step on the surface of the planet. He reveled in it yes, he would use it, yes, but the One Sith had done it, so the One Sith could go suck it for all Sin could care for. The Vahla had heard some rumors out there about this little Black Tie campaign for something...dark and dubious. Of course the dark lord of the covenant had to come, the blood in his veins called him to witness this.

He knew something was up, why would Patricia want to do this? She had changed, but so had he. His dark cloak hid his face has he stepped with the rest of the foot soldiers, hiding in plane sight as he listened to her hell about something doing with gear. Darth Seraphic needed no 'survival' gear. His lightsaber was enough, the force would guide him, and he would carry out his own plans. Many a secret cult could be found on Tython ever since the One Sith claimed it, now that the One Sith had crumbled these cults were rising everywhere.

"Hey, do you think we will get to fight any Sith remnants here?"

A young man gently elbowed Romeo with the question. Looking down at him, Romeo thought he was maybe twenty four, or less, just beginning to understand adulthood, it kinda reminded him of when the Vahla was still a Dark Jedi, running rogue against the Sith powers that would have destroyed the galaxy.

"Maybe...maybe. What's your name?"

"Jake from Black Tie. Do you think we will survive them?"

"I am Darth Seraphic. Stay close to me, Jake from Black Tie, and we will survive them."

His eyes grew wide in horror as the word Darth escaped Romeo's lips.

"Shhhhh, it is okay."

Romeo placed his hand over the man's forehead as he began to corrupt his mind to become his pawn. The darkside swirled around them, invisible to the others as the dark lord pressed his own will into the young man's mind.

"You're right, Darth Seraphic, everything is okay."

 

[Nick Sept]

[member="Miss Blonde"] [member="Darth Seraphic"] [member="Stardust Raxis"] [member="Keira Ticon"]


Another voice, another whisper, another pull in the force had dragged him here. He didn't know why. He never knew why anymore. The joys of being dead. The world was Tython. He'd been here for a week, now, wanderign the wastes, trading stories. He didn't know waht he was up to or why yet. He didn't know what goods and evils were spinnign around the planet. Still, the planet was steeped in history regarding the force, so simply talking with people and making them food had helped him glean a deeper understanding of how people viewed it. Compared to the utter madhouse that Atrisia turned into, this world was positively idyllic.


Still, he blinked as he felt it. A familiar voice, in the distance. Oh, cute. That was why he was here. Amazing. The blind, dead, insufferable spirit smiled and walked, following the "scent" of the others. He'd catch up to them soon enough. That would be interesting.....

 

[Break]

[member="Nick Sept"] [member="Darth Seraphic"] [member="Stardust Raxis"] [member="Keira Ticon"] [member="Miss Blonde"]

Break stepped forward onto the forsaken lands of his target. Wind swept passed his hair and tustled the HRDs styled haircut.
"...I hate the force..."
Break sighed under his breath. He looked around and saw the faces of his friends, and smiled he looked around for his weapons until he realized they were gone forever only his blade remained.
He walked to his freighter and watched as the Great black dragon was unloaded from the ship and he ran to embrace his pet a droid and a force dead dragon. Who knew they could be such great friends?

 

[Miss Blonde]

[font='Georgia] Ride of the Outsiders [/font]​

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[media] https://youtu.be/rOHBdMyJZWs [/media]

The sounds of Stingers and a few Masons roared through the air of the small fringe town. But standing out the most was the bone rattling revving of [member="Keira Ticon"]'s Lancer making enough noise to bring down an old brick shack. With everyone poking their heads out of their humble homes to watch, Miss Blonde positioned herself at the head of the pack and called out on comms.

"Stay behind me boys and girls, and we'll get through this. Now let's go do a little good for once!" The small woman said from her bike.

Motivating her men the chorus of engines chimed up once more and after a few moments Miss Blonde sped forward with around twenty or so vehicles following her along with a literal robot riding a dragon soaring above their heads. It was quite the sight and words couldn't do it justice.

So as the group proceeded out of the town and into the badlands of Tython, they rode fast and precise to make time. Despite the smell of sulfur and clouds of ash, the outlaws lead by Blonde seemed to be unhindered by the Rock and brimstone beneath their speeders. Hopefully [member="Break"] was alright up in the sky, with dark cloudy lightning storms cracking in the sky he'd be forced to keep his dragon at lower altitudes.

"All riders check in!" Blonde yelled on her comms beneath her gas mask.

About the same time of Blonde giving out her order, everyone who was somewhat attached to the force would be able to feel a heavy disturbance. Dark twisting magics that created some kind of wound, a powerful enchantment of some kind that seemed to cause a thousand hands to reach up in hunger and pain. They knew they were coming, and it only made sense to kill your opponent before they arrived to sack your base.

"They know we're here! Ready weapons!" Blonde said as a lightning bolt cracked overhead.

Grabbing her personal pistol the woman gripped it and prepared herself. It was the calm before the storm.

[member="Keira Ticon"] [member="Stardust Raxis"] [member="Darth Seraphic"] [member="Nick Sept"] [member="Break"]

 

[Rexus Drath]

OOC note: Only [member="Keira Ticon"] can hear and see what is posted by this account. What she sees is a physical problem with her brain and not of the force.

"You! You got what I nee-eed! But you say he's just a friend! But you say he's just a friend!" His voice unfortunately rang out crystal clear amid the flurry of engines and noise to Keira to continue his never ending annoyance.

Sitting on the very edge of the lancer defying every law of physics was of course the imprint of a force entity left in Keira's head, Malice. The red headed man kicked his feet back and forth looking down at the fire and brimstone that was Tython with a smile stretched across his face. Which was almost rare to see considering that he was probably one of the most evil things in the universe.

"It reminds me of home! You rarely see misery and suffering of this level on this plane! Bravo sith!" Malice said still kicking his legs and feet.

However he did eventually grow bored of the view and flipped around to sit criss cross on the hood of the speeder bike. With his hand firmly cupping his cheek he looked down at Keira and clicked his tongue before speaking after a few awkward moments of silence.

"So tell me why we're about to crash one of my groupies headquarters? I mean, they're nice guys once you get past the whole stealing babies in the night and sacrificing them thing. Honest to god." He said with a little chuckle before spinning himself around and laying on his back to have his legs dangle off the edge of the speeder and his face looking up at Keira's.

"You know it's a trap right? They've probably summoned some lesser demon like Azothrogal or He Who Walks Between to kill you guys? I mean provided that you guys get past the zombie horde." Malice then snapped his fingers and dissipated only to find himself flying next to Keira as if he were Peter Pan headed to neverland.

"But hey what do I know? I'm just the voice in your head."

[member="Keira Ticon"]

 

[Keira Priest]

Her grip shifted on the handlebars of the Lancer, something about her form itself seeming to grow taut in those next few moments. Without a word she clicked her back teeth in order to silence the annunciator of her helmet, isolating her whenever she spoke. Still she didn't seem to entirely acknowledge the apparition speaking to her, something she had grown skilled at of late with the extra company that always tagged along with her. An annoyed sigh escaped, and she only centralized her focus on her current path. "You know, I liked it a lot better when you decided to shut up for a bit. That was nice." Now there was no such thing as being left alone with her own thoughts, as he could hear every single one of them.

"Thalia, keep an eye out for anything unusual up ahead. We'll be having some kind of company soon."
"Of course. Who is it you're talking to, exactly?"
A beat passed. "He's back."
"Haven't you been taking your medication to dull the effects?"
Her stomach turned at that memory. "No. It's not working anymore."
"I'm very sorry to hear that. Is there any way you could--"
"No, Thalia. Just keep an eye out ahead, please."

With her left arm she adjusted her weaponry as she rode along, almost as if she was halfway paying attention to her surroundings, including the voice in her head. "I'm pretty confident I could handle anything your friends can throw at us. I dealt with you once, and I'm confident I can do it again." The Marauder was pulled up with her cybernetic, the strength of the false limb more than enough to allow her to fire it one-handed. Another clicking of her back teeth allowed her to speak to Blonde through the comms, "I believe it would be advisable for the both of us to take point on this. I've got some idea of what's waiting for us up ahead, and I'd like to have the first shot at our friends." It was more than personal.

[member="Miss Blonde"], [member="Break"], [member="Nick Sept"], [member="Darth Seraphic"], [member="Stardust Raxis"]

 

[Stardust Solus Skirae]

Stardust held onto the handle bars, she moved carefully as she held formation with the others, she felt something dark and evil arise, she closed her eyes as she shivered and smiled

Stardust here....let's cut these things down to size....

She said as she drew her sword and looked forward as she gave a smile, she held the blade ready for the first thing to come

However the darkness she could feel as from ahead seemed to feel like water cool water...she was submerging into it...she had to stay afloat lest she be taken by it

[member="Miss Blonde"]

 

[Cyrus Falcor]

The Surgeon was riding shot gun in one of the Masons, some schmuk was driving and talking like he'd never been allowed to before this exact moment. The LEDS on Cyrus' mask flared crimson and as quick as the bolt of lightening distracted the drivers attention upwards, The stinger shot out from his arm and a dose of anesthetic his the mans jugular and immobilized his tongue. That'll shut him up for a while.

The mission was simple; go in, shoot shoot BOOM bang, Blonde grabs some book and Cyrus gets a gold star from his Boss. A good day's work for good pay. When Blonde called over the comms to ready weapons, he pulled his Type 8 out and chambered the first round.

Scanning the horizon, he tried to spot any signs of the enemy cultists, hoping to get the first shot off before anyone else.

[member="Miss Blonde"] [member="Stardust Raxis"] [member="Keira Ticon"] [member="Break"] [member="Darth Seraphic"]

 

[Miss Blonde]

Of Course It's Zombies ​

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[media] https://youtu.be/Wr9ie2J2690 [/media]

Dark raw power surged through the air and as the outlaws and criminals grew closer to the objective the stench death and darkness grew more pungent. As if decay was setting in on an animals rotting corpse and the buzzards had yet to pick it clean. But it all transitioned quite well into what was next, breaching the outer wall of the defenses these devil worshipping heathens had in place.

Which was of course zombies. It was always zombies with these folks. But to make matters worse they had to face said zombies while going through a mountain pass. While there was enough room for [member="Break"] and his dragon he'd have a harder time getting through than those on speeder bikes would, and it'd be impossible to head upwards directly into the storm for fear of being fried. This was unfortunately the only way through. So buckling herself up, the woman grabbed her small boxy submachine gun and started to aim.

"Don't fall or your dead!" Blonde said mentioning to the hordes of zombies right bellow the vehicles repulser lifts.

"Also I read you, Keira! Pull ahead and help secure the way!" Blonde said to Keira over comms.

But just because everyone was floating above the zombies didn't mean they weren't about to do their best to kill you. Small groups of them standing on ridges and footholds let out intense roars as they jumped and landed on a few speeders sending one or two crashing into the horde down bellow.

With her weapon at the ready the crime lord aimed her gun forward and sprayed at a ledge containing a small group of the undead bastards. With bullets riddling them the zombies fell into the horde down bellow motionless and dead. But the fun didn't end there, two of the bastards leapt from another foothold and found themselves holding on to Miss Blonde's speeder.

With their combined weight they started to bring it closer towards the ground where the horde awaited. With one in the front, Miss Blonde threw her empty machine gun at the creature smacking it in the head. With it disoriented she drew her ripper pistol and filled it's head with plasma and lead. The undead quickly let go and dropped to the ground down bellow. But that still left the one dangling from the rear of her bike dragging her down with all its strength.

"I got one on my tailpipe! Clip him for me!" Blonde said as she punched her bike's engines as hard as they could to try and get a little bit of lift as to not join the undead.

[member="Keira Ticon"] [member="Stardust Raxis"] [member="Darth Seraphic"] [member="Nick Sept"] [member="Break"] [member="Cyrus Falcor"]

 

[Break]

Break watched from above as they neared the pass he knew better than to command the dragon and allowed her to judge the size of the gap. Barely enough space for her wingspan but if worse came to worse she could also latch onto the cliff face itself her powerful claws could keep her locked into a rock face as well as any climber of a smaller size. No need for any of that though yet.
"Just be careful Noc, we're gonna have to play it safe here small spaces arent your forte and as much as you like a fight we'd be overpowered by sheer numbers in a matter of minutes."

DRAGONS POST

WEAK DEAD THINGS COVERED THE FLOOR OF THE PASS. FEAR IS UNKNOWN TO DRAGON KIND AND MAW AND STEEL SHALL NOT BE WAVERED BUT THE PURE STENCH OF THE DEAD MAKE THESE WORMS UNAPPEALING TO EAT. JETS OF FLAME WOULD SPARK FROM HER NOSTRILS TO SIGNAL AGREEMENT WITH THE STEEL BROTHER ON HER BACK, LOOKING UP SHE CRAVED FOR THE OPEN SKY BUT DARK CLOUDS WERE A FOOLS ERRAND AND ANY DRAGON SMART ENOUGH TO KNOW HER TAIL WOULD AVOID FLYING IN THAT MESS.

A GRUNT AND HISS WOULD SIGNAL HER FRUSTRATION.

[member="Miss Blonde"] [member="Cyrus Falcor"] [member="Stardust Raxis"] [member="Keira Ticon"] [member="Nick Sept"]
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[Stardust Solus Skirae]

The pass coming up caused star to squirm a bit, that was the soldier inside her saying that she hated passes like these, they were prime for ambushes and one could easily be pinned down in

Now combine that with the undead that was leaping onto the bikes that crashed into the harder below her soldier was freaking out on the inside, but immediately reacted when one jumped, she caught it and threw it to the side into more, three jumped and her westar 35 was out and fired at one that cling on the bottom, the next one was nawing on her right arm, trying to bit through the hard metal, she shot it off

The thrift however was on her controls messing with it, she grabbed it's head and started squeezing, it flailed till it's eyes started bulging and popped, she then smiled as she threw it to the side and sighed...now the next problem was blonde needed
Help

Don't worry I got him

She said as she aimed carefully with her westar the movement of both causing the barrel to move, to fat she hit blomde, to close she hit the tail pipe, she let the force come to her and pulled the trigger hitting the zombie in the head as it would fall

Remind me to practice shooting while moving

[member="Break"] [member="Miss Blonde"]

 

[Nick Sept]

[member="Miss Blonde"] [member="Break"] [member="Stardust Raxis"] [member="Keira Ticon"] [member="Cyrus Falcor"] [member="Jack Smith"]


The dead man seemed to ligner as he watched from above, noting the people on speeder bikes, staying in a form that didn't resemble a rathe angry cloud of smoke at this point. This was karkign hilarious. He followed along, refusing to solidify for now. He could sense the fear, the anger, the bravadao in this group. And frankly, he'd already fougth an army of zombies when he was alvie. No sense doing it now. Still, he watched. Eventually, when the group dismounted, he'd make some introductions. Probably.

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[youtube]https://youtu.be/mz77LWHXzM8[/youtube]

Or, he could just start screwing with them. That'd be hilarious. But first, he'd watch. Better to run reconnaisance on them, then teach them a lesson. Well, one of them, anyhow. Or maybe he'd make some friends. Holy feth, was that a karking DRAGON!? Okay, yeah, slow and steady. He probably couldn't take a dragon in a fair fight. Still, any force sensitives might have been able to sense him, if they could focus up insteado n the maelstrom of bad mojo all the other dead things were providing. The ghost would've laughed if he had been in his full-bodied form. Instead, a small sense of mirth spark admist the storms. This was going to be so much fun.

 

[Rexus Drath]

OOC note: Only [member="Keira Ticon"] can hear and see what is posted by this account. What she sees is a physical problem with her brain and not of the force.

"Oh, Keira. That's what I love about you, you're so confident!" Malice said as he once again vanished.

Suddenly appearing to Keira in a rather goofy side car of her speeder. The man wore a thick brown leather jacket and helmet with a pair of goggles strapped on his face accompanied by a riding scarf around his neck. Overall the outfit was pretty humorous when it came to how it looked on the literal devil in Keira's head.

So when Keira would look over to him she'd see him sniffing the air much like a blood hound. After a few moments he'd rub his hands together in a rather evil fashion and look back to the woman flying them past hordes of evil zombies.

"Oh that's Azothrogal. That son of a queen." Malice said as his hands shifted into a tent.

"Looks like someone is bending knee to mortals. Bad boy, Azothrogal. I hope you have a strong constitution. Because he's a sick piece of Bantha crap that one." Malice said with a little unerring chuckle.

 

[Keira Priest]

Her attention was only halfway on Malice as she leveled the Marauder properly, sighting downrange and beginning what started as a tedious process of picking off the undead. As the horde grew nearer, however, things changed. "Thalia, take control for a moment, if you would." Only when the handlebars seemed to grow a life of their own beneath her fingertips did she relinquish her grip, able to manage a proper two-handed hold on the machine gun now that the most difficult part of things was taken care of. A number of the zombies fell in the path of the slugthrower alone, but it soon became apparent that it would only do so much, and so as always she fell to a more brutal, mostly melee style of combat.

The Marauder was set aside for the moment, and instead she drew her tomahawk and the Kalso's Revenge, finding more of a comfort in the up cose and personal method of fighting. By the time the ragtag group exited the worst of the hordes, blood and viscera was splashed across her armor in places, and as much as she hated to admit it this was nothing new. Wordlessly she slung the tomahawk at her waist and holstered the pistol, the bike coming back under her control the moment her hands touched the handlebars once more. "Are you alright?" Wasn't that a loaded question. There was no response on her part for a long while, and she seemed to ignore the AI.

"I'm fine." With that she kicked the Lancer into a higher gear, pulling ahead of the main group and truly taking point on the operation. "I'm sure I'll be perfectly okay killing whatever's waiting for us. You seem to forget that I've only known war for the better part of my life. I'm not like the other me." Despite speaking directly to him she never once actually looked to Malice, her gaze remaining straight ahead and focused on the path in front of her. What had started out as something...well, routine wasn't the right word. But at the very least she had been for the most part at peace with what they had come to do. Now, however, she wanted nothing more than to be done and over with it all.

[member="Nick Sept"], [member="Stardust Raxis"], [member="Break"], [member="Miss Blonde"]