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[Walker]

Current appearence:

A point in the past, somwehere on Aargua.

Such a strange power it was, Walker's body changed. Morphing slowly to disguise his appearance. Not that there was much point in that anymore, as an Avansas, his appearence was whatever he said it was, so long as he gave himself the time to do so. It was a little dissapointing how slow the process was compared to the rapidly changing nature of the true Ven, but the Ven even weren't as strong as this body had been made. Not as dangerous. He had hidden his stealthed ship and its crew a ways from his target of his experiment, carrying with him A Cursed Blade on his back, a Medkits, a BAW-57-heavy-blaster-pisto at his sidel, a JN3 Auger Personal Shield on his arm, and just in case hidden within a satchel The Generator. He knew what he was about to do was quite risky but he didn't care, his mind was on a track and it didn't leave those tracks easily.

He approached the place, busy enough that there were plenty of foot traffic, but not so busy that they'd have some elite guard that would be too much for him. Or some force cultists like Coruscant might have.

The moment he began to mingle into the small crowds there began to grow a sense of unease, a result of his new species and its integration with nightsister crystals. Nobody would even realize when the first victim was taken as Vash found himself a nice dark corner, using telepathy to lure a person in and then telekinesis to hold them in place and silent while his Cursed Blade drained them of their life to fuel its pyrokinetic power. How much easier it was to grip them with the force, how much stronger his body felt as the Vo enhanced him physically.

And next came the fun part, he stepped out, brandishing the blade as it caught fire a green mist that hurt the nose, throat, and lungs began to simply emerge from him like a poisonous fog. Another reason he was thankful for those crystals. Several walls collapsed to block escape routes, and then the mayhem began. He didn't need to move his hand to focus his telekinesis, due to his species and his former species's natural inclination to it, and that left his other hand free to wield the blade as he hurled flames across the streets burning into people and buildings alike, using the force to further stop peoples escape and enhance his body as he'd lunge to end them with the blade so that it might retain its power, something reliant on the lives of others.

How he wished he'd had this back when those pirates got the better of him, then again, it was only due to them that he was able to so swiftly get so many of these crystals. So swiftly get this experiment under way.

These people, they were his lab rats. Ways for him to test how far his power could go and to really get to enjoy his creations, both his species and his blade.

Mazrith Drihl

 

[Mazrith Drihl]

Mazrith walked slowly and without much intent down the streets, his mind was elsewhere. His grey cloak covering his robes danced slightly as air moved to the sides of him, his face hidden slightly by his hood. Different people, primarily humans and the occasional droid, passed by him, walking much faster than he himself did.

Mazrith thought much about purpose and destiny, a idea that did not uncommonly pass through his mind. Though his quiet mental solitude was interrupted by a unsettling feeling. He quickly looked around at the passing crowds. There was nothing out the ordinary, simply groups of people most likely on their way to business in the nearby area. Though his hairs stood up and he was on edge. Mazrith continued on his way down the street, peering side to side looking for the source of his uneasiness.

Suddenly and without warning the walls of the nearest buildings began to collapse. Mazrith leaped back as a pile of rubble landed where he was a moment ago. Looking through the now rising dust he saw the confused and fearful looks of the surrounding citizens of Aargua, and then the flames. Fire lept from the corner of a group of buildings spraying on the nearest people. Mazrith saw the source as a cloud of gas in which a person was in the center of. The cloud was to thick to see through, but was without question the cause of the chaos Mazrith was now in.

The damage was massive, and now trapped Mazrith. More collapsed walls had cornered him, as the person producing the flame was opposite of him in his closed off area. More damage was being done by the second, the flames surged toward crowds of people, turning them to ash with terrifying efficiency. Mazrith decided to keep out of this if possible, it was not his place to act, though his chances of avoiding confrontation seemed to grow. Mazrith kept to the outside of the closed off zone, hoping to keep from the slaughter in front of him.

Walker

 

[Walker]

Some guards did try to stop him, they didn't bother with stuns. But it didn't matter too much, he moved a speeder into their path to block the blaster bolts and then sent it hurling at them. One of them managed to get out of the way in time but was soon encompassed by fire himself and his burned body was yanked through the air onto Vash's blade as he stared into the burnt eyes of the corpse smelling the burnt flesh, clothes, and materials that began to fill the air. That was an interesting smell with so many things mixed in together. Not that many other people would be getting that.

He had to release the corpse as someone managed to nearly hit him from somewhere else, he turned quickly this time sending his sword flying at them before holding them still with the force allowing it to make contact and yank the weapon back to him upon their death. "Ah! What glorious knowledge! What an excellent result!" he cheered for himself, this wasn't even a combat optimized body, how wonderful it was already being. The fire continued to spread as he sent a whirlwind of it into a family trying desperately to get over one of his barricades.

Unfortunately for Mazrith Drihl , and everyone else on that side of the playing field. Vash could not content himself in one location, and had hurled himself at a man, this time gripping him with his bare hands to tear off his limbs before he simply laid the blunt of the blade against his neck sapping the life out of him just a little faster than the blood loss would have killed him anyway as he looked for another victim. He could hear a proper response already beginning to form. Although, with as chaotic as he'd made things already, he wagered they'd spend as much time fighting against the many fires he had ignited as they would trying to hunt him down.

He looked around, recognizing a couple of speeders and chuckling to himself. This might be for testing his powers, but why not be creative? The speeders were pulled one by one into a center of the madness before they were all set on fire, he leapt away and lifted a wall waiting to see what would happen. Though, before anything would, a guard ship would hover over the area searching for the cause.

He didn't wait to see if they'd start firing. He took in a breath, running his own hand along the side of his weapon to ensure it had plenty of power for its fire. And then sent a powerful blast of heat towards the small ship. Not only was it a risk to its integrity, but it was driving its sensors haywire as they were being enveloped in a flame.

What a wonderful day this was for Vash, what an excellent experiment.

 

[Mazrith Drihl]

Mazrith was now feeling the impending danger closing in on him. He was now able to make out the figure behind the mist, it was a red haired man in street clothes, but his eyes burned with fury. Mazrith watched as he incinerated entire families without mercy, a slaughter without intent.

Mazrith watched as the man assembled speeders in the center of the street, lighting them on fire, causing them to overheat. Mazrith truly realized the extent of which this man wanted to do. It was now that Mazrith would confront the man, and he approached him. Mazrith got closer to the man, approaching him from his flank, he kept a close eye on the speeders nearby, hoping they would not combust.

Mazrith got close to the man, but before he could carry out his intentions to speak with him a small ship approached. Mazrith watched as a security craft flew overhead, hovering over the center of the road facing the man. But the man did not waste a second and shot a volley of fire blasts at the security ship. The flame engulfed the small ship and soon it lost its stability, the ship began to drift towards Mazrith.

Mazrith began to back up as the burning ship came straight to him. Mazrith tried to jump away form the craft which was now grinding on the street below. Shrapnel began to fly towards him, he turned away from where the man was a moment ago to avoid the burning wreckage. A piece of searing metal from the craft then lodged itself into his lower left leg, he shouted in pain as he narrowly avoided certain death.

Fire was all around Mazrith, smoke now blocking his view, he attempted to look around while trying his best to stand. A searing pain flashed in his left leg as anger then flared up inside him. Mazrith slowed his breathing in order to regain his focus, he needed to find the man, it seemed more than nessarry to confront him now. Mazrith began to make his way through the ruined road, letting only the force guide him towards the man's last location.

Walker

 

[Walker]

Chaos truly reigned this day as the massacre continued, what power! He was always capable in the dark side, but compared to lords of the sith or the Deni-Gar of his homeworld his strength in the force was easily rivaled. But now, now he would no longer need to rely as heavily on the sheer speed of his reflexes, wit, and gear, now he could simply walk in to battle! So much an easier life this would be.

And yet his attention was so easily hyper-focused. He fascinated himself so easily with crushing a speeder in his new grasp that his awareness of his surroundings was lost. How often that happened. For all he knew and all he could create he'd never really mastered his own mind. And the everpresent flame, and his own utter inability to hide his presence in the force, no doubt made it exceedingly easy for Mazrith Drihl to locate the man.

Still, finding him was just a step. Even if he stepped out of the fight, the fires were still raging, and much damage had been done. Some of that was irreplaceable. People would simply have to live knowing some madman decided to burn citizens that day. Maybe there was some solace they could hold if they knew he'd shortened his own lifespan to achieve this. Maybe they could have felt some level of 'at least some day justice will be served.' But they had no way to know that.

Mazrith Drihl

 

[Mazrith Drihl]

Mazrith emerged from a cloud of smoke, his eyes stinging slightly. He could hear the continous screaming of people, but they were now farther away, Mazrith wondered how long it would take for authorities to arrive. Mazrith looked around and found a figure through the clouds of grey smoke. Mazrith turned and noticed it as the instigator of the entire attack. Mazrith approached Walker and cleared his throat.

It seems you are a powerful being, said Mazrith his voice calm but loud, I am not here to engage in any sort of fight. I hope we can come to a understanding, so I may be on my way.

Mazrith stood still, his breathing quick and deep. His confidence in his own words was not solid, and he greatly doubted that he could make it out of this situation without a fight. For now he waited, as he looked on at the man.

 

[Walker]

Vash nearly immediately turned to set aflame Mazrith Drihl as he heard his voice nearby and turned to face him. Vash stared at him in uncertainty for a moment. That was...brazen. He raised an eyebrow, "What could you possibly have to offer." he was almost considering it, then again, what would he do if Mazrith offered something he could accept? Even if he wanted it, he might be taking unnecessary risks.

That, and things were going well, if he let himself get sidetracked again he was taking an entirely seperate risk. Already he was starting to deny in his mind any offer that could be made. And run over any potential work arounds to how things might be worded that he might simply get out of the deal.

Then again, he was not himself. He could very reasonably simply lie, right? It was only as Vash that he needed his reputation to remain correct. But he was not Vash. He was a maniac. So maybe he'd break things anyway.

 

[Mazrith Drihl]

Mazrith looked at Walker as he spoke, Mazrith had little, almost no possessions. Mazrith understood that the man wanted something, though Mazrith had almost nothing in his possession. And mazrith did not wish to be in any sort of service to brute such as the one before him, he was out of options. So he made his choice.

Mazrith looked down and next to himself seeing shrapnel from the destroyed ship, it could be used in his favor. Looking back at the man he spoke. I have nothing to offer, so it seems we are at an impasse.

Mazrith willed the force to lift the pieces of metal shrapnel off the ground, and hurled it at Walker. Mazrith hoped the shrapnel would have moved faster than it did, and he suddenly feared that it would be redirected at himself. Mazrith immediately took a step back, in hopes to get more distance between him and his opponent.

 

[Walker]

Walkers eyes narrowed as he saw Mazrith Drihl look around, the shrapnel was hurled at him quickly after Mazrith's sentence. Fortunately, speed was often an advantage of Vash. His vo moving to counter the shrapnel with another piece from the ground while Walker lunged to the side to make sure he was out of the way, Mazrith had taken a step back, which was certainly good for him as he'd be out of reach of the blade. He might not have actually hit Vash, but he still got him concerned.

Though Vash wasn't going to give up, "No, we're not." He raised the blade forwards hurling fire at the man as he stood up again, then swinging it to spread the fire in a horizontal slash. At this point even he was getting rather hot. With so much fire he'd been using his hand felt like it'd been in an oven, he'd really need to remedy that. Maybe devaronian skin would work, that was a good solution. Kot Vind never had that problem.

He was genuinely bothered that not only had his time been wasted, but Mazrith had actually attacked before he did. The very fact that Vash didn't even get to decide what was worth it irritated him, really?! How dare he go in with a proposition, offer nothing, then attack! This was why you only deal with people who need to have reputations.

Or who believe you can have them killed at any moment.

 

[Mazrith Drihl]

Mazrith realized pain was the only thing waiting for him in this fight. He watched as Walker threw another piece of shrapnel at him, he quickly jumped out of the way, but was not spared an injury. The shrapnel cut the left side of his abdomen, causing it to bleed.

Mazrith stumbled backwards, on his already damaged leg. He looked up as now flames came straight towards him. He tried to duck but was engulfed in fire. At first he felt a stinging sensation, then it felt as if his skin was melting from his bones. His left shoulder and face caught the main portion of the assault. He could not see anything from his left eye, and his right one was blurry.

Mazrith was on the ground now, he did not understand the extent of the damage and he feared to know. Though he could still feel the presence of walker and anger swelled up in him. Mazrith had learned to control his anger, but now he had no restraint to the fury inside, the anger was as hot as the fire that had burned him. Mazrith used his good eye to look at Walker, who was just over a dozen meters away after mazrith retreated. Mazrith channeled his rage and called upon the force, releasing the pent up anger at Walker. All he wanted was the man to suffer.

 

[Walker]

He smiled as he saw Mazrith Drihl hit the ground, beginning to close the distance. However, even with a notable force resistance, he just wasn't used to or prepared for the effects that he felt as Mazrith unleashed a fury on him through the force, Vash didn't howl in pain he just opened his mouth choking on it as his muscles tensed and he felt like they were tearing themselves apart. It hurt, more than he was expecting it to hurt. Vash had inflicted and felt a great deal of pain but his mind was a fragile on, and easily distracted. The power caught him off guard and tossed his mind off track.

The avansas took in a deep breath before managing to wrest himself from the influence, "Kark this!" he hissed, setting off in a run, it wasn't a conscious or strategic decision, it just sort of happened. While his body chose to just run off at a remarkable speed, all he managed to leave behind was the burning buildings, vehicles, and bodies from the battle.

He should be more careful next time.

Not that he would be.

 

[Mazrith Drihl]

Mazrith lay flat on his back, smoke curled from his charred shoulder. He coughed, and tried to pull himself up. He grimaced as pain shot through his body, though he was able to sit up. Looking around he found that Walker was not to be found, he must of fled. Mazrith then tried to stand, his entire body ached and stung, but he was able to stand and then hobble his way across the ruined street.

Authorities of the city began to arrive in great numbers, and Mazrith did not want to get caught up in some investigation, so he as quickly as his wounded by could go, left the area.

Mazrith headed in no particular direction, maybe he could get off world, in case other demons such as the one he just encountered were hunting him. The only thing Mazrith cared about, was that he survived.