Kark With Me, You Know I Got It [Harrip]

[Sheff Zee]

Upon the planet of Marzoon, a planet located between Fringe and Protectorate Space, Aeon Caedus was in a field. A field that seemed as if it was dying. But that was only because it probably hadn't rained upon the part of the planet in a few months.

It wasn't that bad, the temperature was even and Aeon was ready for whatever would happen on that day. Slugthrower and falcata upon his body, the Sith Apprentice was ready to put an end to whoever got in his way, and who wouldn't?

He was the karking Crown Prince of the Ado Sector!

[member="Harrip"]

 

[Harrip]

Harrip had never been to the planet Marzoon, not once. He had heard that it was a pretty planet. So he had taken a shuttle and made his way there. It had been expensive, especially with his having to pay certain people not to ask questions about his Dark blue robe. The robe the only thing in his possession that made his appear wealthy, in fact it was one of his two possessions. He was walking through a field, he had expected lush beauty and amazing plants. How he was disappointed, practically it was dead, with little life left in it. He looked around to see if anyone was there to point him towards a better field. He noticed a single person and he began to move towards him. However, as he moved to the man he smelt something wrong. "Force! Again, it seems to follow me, everywhere I turn it is there!"

Harrip made sure that his robe was fully covering his body and continued, he could smell that the man was with the Dark Side. He continued moving towards him though, he would remain calm. "Excuse me sir! Do you have an idea of where a better field may be?" He asked, when close enough to be heard, his raspy voice being as always the grating sound it was. A Rakghoul was never truly meant to speak, it was only thanks to Sith Alchemy that he could speak at all.

[member="Aeon Caedus"]

 

[Sheff Zee]

Caedus's head snapped around when someone had begun to address him. What the...? And he stared at the beast in disbelief as itspoke to him. He had never seen a thing such as that in his life, and his fists clenched tightly and he prepared to kill it. He wanted to kill it, just because it looked so ugly, and it spoke to him as if it deserved an answer.

Even if he was being polite, Prince's weren't always kind in return.

"Sir? I am a Prince, mongrel. Find one yourself." He said, cold eyes staring at [member="Harrip"], daring him to make his attempts at striking him. Aeon was already prepared to throw himself backwards and draw out his falcata.

 

[Harrip]

"Lord blood, Prince blood, Peasant blood, they all spill the same. Mongrel, heh, mongrel is known as Gargoyle. Gargoyle thinks that Prince should go find guard before Gargoyle make mess of Prince." He said in a taunting fashion, it wasn't the human's mind that was speaking though. It was that of the Rakghoul, it had broken through and was attempting to get into a fight. Harrip was able to master the beast too late. He knew what it had said and he held up his hands in what was meant as a sign of peace. The sleeves fell and his arms were revealed. The long 2 inch long Rakghoul claws shone ominously in the light.

[member="Aeon Caedus"]

 

[Sheff Zee]

The words of the beast spoke of wanting a battle, but through the Force he sensed a combination of consciousness's fighting for superiority, and then a hand that rose asking for peace.

Too late.

And Caedus's falcata was out and over his shoulder, spinning around in his side as he pointed it at the Rakghoul beast thing. When it revealed it's two inch long claws, it didn't help it's case for peace either. "You threaten me, so you die." And then his right hand snapped outwards towards [member="Harrip"] and the Force push flew at the beast.

He moved behind it, ready to put down a mongrel.

 

[Harrip]

Harrip was pushed back by the Force, and in a split-second he had to come to a decision. He could fight down the Rakghoul and fight the enemy in a defensive style in the hope that he could stop the fighting before it escalated. Or he could allow the Rakghoul to take over and from then on it would be the monster fighting and speaking until it had worn itself out. In that moment he decided.....He succumbed to the Rakghoul, which quickly grabbed the advantage over Harrip in the mind. Gargoyle, as the Rakghoul called itself right now, used its snap-reflexes to turn mid-fall right around to his enemy. The robe would fall from his shoulders, allowing the whole of his Rakghoul body to be seen.

Gargoyle swept both of its great paws together, the intent was to slash [member="Aeon Caedus"]so and force him to a defensive. Gargoyle was not a being to stay safe, it would attack and attack and attack. With no thought to its own safety, it was an abomination to be feared in combat. "Silly Prince, Gargoyle slaughter many. Jedi, Sith, King, Queen, Prince, Princess, they all fall to Gargoyle! Stop fighting and Gargoyle slit your throat, kill you painlessly, and then feast upon your flesh! Continue fight and Gargoyle will make Prince suffer!" Even as Gargoyle said these things, Harrip's mind felt sick. This was the reason he had fought to keep that monster out of his mind. A Rakghoul that had been given speech, a mind, and the ability to fight with all previous knowledge, certainly there was only one thing that allowed a normal Rakghoul to do that, the Muur Talisman. But Harrip was a product of Sith Alchemy and he was unique.

[member="Aeon Caedus"]

 

[Sheff Zee]

When the Rakghoul had swung both of it's hands towards his head, he leaned backwards away from the hands that would have crushed his dome, and then he waited for a split second before rolling backwards away from the Alchemized Rakghoul. What is this thing? He wondered through the Force and he spun the falcata in his hand as he pointed it towards the creature.

Throwing a force push towards the legs of [member="Harrip"], the Apprentice was making his attempts at forcing the beast to it's feet, since he was already jumping into the air and bringing his falcata down. Of course he was a few meters up, the Force empowering already muscular legs.

 

[Harrip]

Gargoyle was caught by surprise at the quick movements of this little Prince. He had missed his strike, not often did Gargoyle miss. He would make sure to move faster and not miss.

Gargoyle fell to the ground from the Force push, however he anticipated next Aeon's move. He had seen it done to many people before and he had figured a way to combat it. He lifted his left arm, the tough skin would stop the blade from crashing into his head. It would break the skin and leave some bleeding but it was better than being dead. He would keep his head down until the blade had stopped moving.

He would then throw a punch at this Prince's chest as he came down, the gravity pushing him down and the force of Gargoyle punching upward would be incredibly painful.

"Gargoyle warned you, Little Prince. Death shall sting!" Pain, Pain, Pain. Blood, Flesh, Anger. All feel them and meet Death!" Certainly one could say that what Gargoyle spoke was madness, and it likely was. But it was the madness of a monster beyond control, it was the madness of a Rakghoul.

[member="Aeon Caedus"]

 

[Sheff Zee]

He sensed the surprise from the beast as he missed and was hit by the Force push. He doubted the being had ever seen something like a force push before. And if it had, it wouldn't be capable of combating it. Thankfully. If it did, who knows what it could have done to him if Caedus had decided to antagonize him further.

His falcata was blocked in the Rakghoul's arm, and it was held there, it had been so unexpected that the punch that had hit him had barely even be noticed until it was too late. And he was thrown backwards, while he wrenched the falcata out of the arm of the Rakghoul, though when he had landed upon his back he had dropped it.

He shook his head while he was upon the ground, it had taken him a few moments, but he stood up and when he stuck his hand out, he called the falcata to his own hand through the Force. "You can't win against me. Get on your knees so I may gift you with a swift death."

The falcata was thrown straight towards the Rakghoul, the Force guided it upon it's destination towards the beast's centre-mass. He wanted to end this fast.

[member="Harrip"]

 

[Harrip]

Gargoyle was not intimidated by the falcata flying towards it or the Prince's words. "Heheheh. It is you little Prince that should fall to your knees. Before I make you kneel." While it couldn't dodge the blade completely, Gargoyle was able to twist so that the blade did not strike him front on. It struck Gargoyle in the side, but crashed against its ribs, stopping it before anything vital was damaged. Gargoyle roared in agony. The pain was fierce, blood was running down from its side and its right arm. But the pain only drove it harder to defeat this enemy.

It would grab the blade and wrench it out of its side, allowing a lot of blood to spill out of its new wound. Gargoyle would then charge at the Prince throwing its weight forward with everything it had. It didn't even try to swipe with the blade, hits only intent was to bowl him over.

[member="Aeon Caedus"]

 

[Sheff Zee]

He started to run at the charging rakghoul, he had his weapon and he wanted it back. The way he was going to get it probably wasn't the best idea, but he was going to try and be as unpredictable in a situation as this. There were few things to do with that unless he used the Force, but he didn't want to use all of his abilities in the Force and be left with no reservoirs.

Once he had gotten into range of the rakghoul, he dropped to the ground, and swung his legs out, one in front of the rakghoul's legs, the other in between the both of it's legs, and the latter moving upwards to try and force the leg in the back upwards so that the rakghoul would fall on Caedus's own blade.

Throughout his legs playing footsies, his hands had been flaying around his body preventing him from touching the ground completely, the majority of the time he was in a crab-walk position as he attempted to trip the beast, it was the only way to prevent his arms from snapping, bruising, or just straight out preventing his counter from performing well.

[member="Harrip"]

 

[Harrip]

Gargoyle tripped pretty well and almost immediately fell to the ground. But the momentum forced it to continue its forward motion, even with its face in the dirt. The blade was beneath it, but Gargoyle had landed on the swords side rather than the sharp edge. It quickly pushed itself up from the dirt, bits of the earth clung to its wounds.

Gargoyle held the blade for a moment before throwing it as close to the little Prince as possible. The accuracy was far off and the blade would likely hit the ground close to the Prince but not the Prince himself. While the blade flew through the air, Gargoyle took a few quick steps before taking a large leap to cover the distance between it and the Prince. Its intent was to land directly in front of the Prince, or near him, and make a quick succession of blows to beat down its enemy.

[member="Aeon Caedus"]

 

[Sheff Zee]

When the thing that called itself Gargoyle, had fallen, he had begun to enjoy the fight. The beast hadn't impaled itself upon the point of his blade, but he had still fallen down. That was good enough for the Crown Prince. "I prefer my underlings kneeling than with their face in the dirt." He said with a smile on his face.

Obviously he thought himself clever.

When the falcata had been thrown at him, it had been what he had been least expecting and he had flinched significantly when it landed on it's side beside him. But then the beast was leaping at him, and he threw himself backwards, letting his long legs stretch out, and then he tucked into a roll as he threw his hand out and called his falcata to him through the Force.

[member="Harrip"]

 

[Harrip]

Gargoyle continued the forward attack, though it did notice that the little Prince was recalling his blade. Gargoyle wouldn't stop, it rushed at the Prince in an attempt to smash him backwards. It would rush forward, tilting its body so that if it hit the Prince, it would hit him with Gargoyle's metal shoulder pads.

While it was moving so much, blood was continually oozing out of its wounds. The movements didn't allow the wounds to clot, and it was apparent that though Gargoyle had a lot of strength if it were human it would only last a number of minutes with the rate of blood loss. However Gargoyle was not human, the regenerative capabilities granted it by Sith Alchemy allowed its body to work with less blood than naturally possible. It could keep fighting for a while yet.

The dirt in the wounds might cause infection, but it is uncertain due to the unknown amounts of bacteria within the wound and within the dirt. Only after a few days would any infection become apparent, and even then it may not become serious until a number of days after that.

[member="Aeon Caedus"]

 

[Sheff Zee]

When the falcata came back into his hands and [member="Harrip"] continued to charge towards him, he fell into a crouch and plunged upwards as the Rakghoul continued to charge into him, hopefully impaling itself upon the blade.

He bellowed hopefully into the face of the beast, through the use of a force scream, if the Force was willing, it would halt the movements of the Rakghoul, or burst it's eardrums, whatever happened, hopefully it was something detrimental to the Rakghoul.

 

[Harrip]

Gargoyle continued running forward even as the blade was aimed at it. Its anger blinded it from the feeling of pain as its ears began to bleed and a the blade pierced its left lung. As Gargoyle moved forward it allowed the blade to push further in until the hilt was against its skin and the Prince's hands with it. Blood came quickly out of his ears, its drums were burst and its lung would fill with blood once the sword was removed.

Gargoyle's fight hand sped out to grasp the Prince's throat and lift him off the ground. If that worked it would then use its left hand to mercilessly throw punch after punch at the chest of the Prince with its left hand.

Gargoyle no longer intended on killing the Prince, only leaving him to suffer in agony from the wounds. It knew that its wounds would last awhile, but they would heal eventually it was sure. Gargoyle and Harrip had survived many things, being impaled was not new to them. Burst ears and a punctured lung were but they would heal. It was sure of that.

[member="Aeon Caedus"]

 

[Sheff Zee]

He was gripped around the throat and he would have struggled, but he knew if he struggled it wouldn't have helped him be released. Once his falcata had fallen out of the Rakghoul, he continued to stab it into the wounded side of the beast. Over and over again. Even while he choked.

Though his vision did cloud over because of the smaller amounts of oxygen coming to him. Then the punches started to come.

He wondered if the beast had actually thought through it's attacks, when he realized he wasn't breathing anymore. That was when he started to struggle, and it was foreign to him. He never struggled. Ever. And his legs started to kick into the groins of the beast, into it's legs, thighs, wherever they could reach and his free hand tried digging into the eyes of the rakghoul.

He was going to burst the being's head if he had to.

"DIE!"

[member="Harrip"]

 

[Harrip]

"Gargoyle feels no pain! Cannot die! Gargoyle will never taste death's cup!" This was a lie, but it was said in a moment of intense emotion and Gargoyle was not always truthful.

Gargoyle felt pain now, its eyes were poked hard, its side was being cut up. Its groin, while nothing was there that was sensitive (thank you rakghoul, one nice thing ), it still hurt to be kicked so hard. When Gargoyle felt that it had held the the Prince long enough, it threw him straight into the ground as hard as it could before kicking him twice, the claws on its feet would pierce the Princes side. Gargoyle felt his eyes puff slightly and his ears had stopped bleeding, obviously they had clotted. Its left side was a mangled ruin of blood and gore. Its right arm had clotted but the skin would take some time to heal. Gargoyle's lung was filling with blood making it drool it out of its mouth and spill out of the wound. It spat on the ground next to the Prince saying, "Do not fight Prince. Stay on ground like the mongrel you are." It waited to see if the Prince would try to rise again.

[member="Aeon Caedus"]

 

[Sheff Zee]

Thrown to the floor and kicked, the Crown Prince stayed upon the ground for a few moments. He cried out the two times he had been kicked, it had been so unlike him to do such a thing. To give in to the pain like that, but there were now several punctures in the side of his body, possibly next to his ribs and he cringed slightly.

It's a taunt to make you fight. So FIGHT!

He stayed upon the ground for what was probably a long time and then suddenly, he rolled away from the rakghoul and once he was on his stomach in mid-roll, his hands pushed himself upwards and he ignored the pain in his side and chest as he got to his feet in a low crouch.

"Come and make me."

[member="Harrip"]

 

[Harrip]

"Prince is not wise. Prince should stay on ground with dirt and worms. Be among like kind." Gargoyle retorted as it started to walk towards the Prince, this time taking it slowly. It would not be caught off-guard so easily. The loss of blood was taking its toll, but it could still fight yet.

Gargoyle couldn't see well, but its eyes could still see slightly and its nose helped compensate for what it couldn't see. While Gargoyle was in control of the large portion of the body, Harrip was in command of some of the lesser systems within the body. Harrip controlled the ability to release the Rakghoul plague through bites and scratches. In fact he was keeping it from happening so that the Prince wouldn't become a Rakghoul. That was the one major system that was still his, all other important systems were not within his command at this point. He couldn't see, for the eyes were Gargoyle's, he hoped dearly that nothing serious had happened to the Prince. He noted that the body had been damaged severely and would likely take a few weeks to heal completely. He hoped nothing permanent would occur.

[member="Aeon Caedus"]