Antoir Setrrin
I've Met My End
It was time for the beast to be tested. A soul (that of Ven'Rain Sekairo) had been forced into 'her' body. Together their rage was nearly unstoppable. Death had already claimed them once, now they had no fear of it. Instead they knew that one day they would welcome him as an old friend. Walk gladly into his arms, but only after burning the galaxy into oblivion. That would not be for some time. For now 'Ven' had been given the task of razing a small city on a boring planet... in Protectorate space. Some precaution had been used to get her in without anyone being any the wiser. As far as anyone knew, the shuttle she arrived on only held animals for a local petting zoo. Which included two very... 'tame' akk dogs. In a cage behind them had been Ven herself. Almost eight and a half feet tall, with horns, muscles, and creepy eyes. Not very different from her last body in appearance, really.
But her mind was now even more twisted then it had been before. Most of her memories had been wiped. What remained were whatever the Vong had thought might fuel her to destruction. Betrayals. Deaths. Various rejections. All those good, painful things. Surely it was enough to drive the Sithspawn mad? Heh, of course it was. This test wasn't to see how angry she could get. It was to see how much damage she could do when she was agitated. They shocked her twice before releasing her a kilometer outside of the town. A Protectorate base wasn't terribly far away (to several people's delight). How would Ven stand up to these enemy forces? Would she knock them down as easily as her handlers hoped? Or would something... unexpected stop her?
Time to find out.
---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Alarms blared throughout the area. Things like that happen when you have a giant randomly smash into a tavern and start killing people. Especially when said giant is wielding a lightclub which 'she' really didn't need, considering her natural brute strength. But hey, it looked fancier... if you ignored the fact that she had been caked in blood and dirt before she even started the chaos. "You're all very boring. Is anyone-" She swung the blade, killing two people with one blow, "going to give me a challenge here?" Ven asked with a little sigh. Already blasterfire was crashing into her duraplast armor, making more scuff marks than dents.
Still, no one was putting up much of a fight. This world wasn't known for fighters. In fact, it had more farmers than police. Why had her handlers picked this location then? Probably because they simply liked to screw people over. Or maybe it was because they hoped someone of some importance would be stationed at that base during the attack?... Eh, who knows. Ven was to busy crushing puny mortals to give a damn about why she was crushing puny mortals.
[member="Ventasia Terana"]
[member="Ventasia Terana"]