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Live for the gods, Die for the gods (Open)

Lark

Saint of the Damned
Trandoshan pirates searched Lark confiscating all the weapons he had. He readily handed over the blaster, but they patted him down anyways, and unfortunately discovered all his concealed weapons. A few growled at their new prisoners intimidatingly, but Lark was more annoyed than anything else. The ship crashed into the surface of whatever planet lay below, and Lark flew forward, shoulder crashing into the nearest wall, before being flung hard to the ground. His arm hurt, but luckily it didn't feel broken. He'd need to be in high quality condition for whenever he escaped, both physically and mentally.

The wind blew back Lark's black blazer as he was escorted out of the broken ship. He noticed that the pirates treated the group he was with much harsher than the other slave groups, perhaps they were upset some resisted them, even for a few brief moments. The slaves followed along, dejected and beaten, but Lark's mind was whirring in full gear. He cast hidden gazes at some of the others he had been fighting alongside. They were strong, he'd admit that much at least. Escape was most certainly possible.

Lark let out a chuckle, he couldn't help it. He was rewarded with a quick strike to the face, and he shrugged it off with a resigned smile. Let's see what Hell you pirates can muster, Lark thought calmly.

[member="Kat'Lariah Syphex"] [member="Causstik Rahn"] [member="Ilium"] [member="Razel Kolt"] [member="Riimaurus"] [member="Xiarr Sair"]
 
Xiarr handed over his blaster reluctantly, the Trandoshans searched him and found nothing else, and so they pushed him into line with the rest group. She saw a young woman fighting her captors, which was useless now. As soon as saw the shock collars, rage built up deep inside of him, but he did not let it show at all, keeping calm as could be. When the ship began to fall into the planet's atmosphere, Xiarr was smashed against a wall by the sheer might of gravity. Xiarr stumbled back into the line with the rest of the group, keeping his eyes to the ground for the most part. Xiarr had cloaked his presence ever since he first boarded the refugee ship, not wanting to take the risk of being known as a force user, but the cloak was kind of a giveaway.

[member="Kat'Lariah Syphex"]
[member="Causstik Rahn"]
[member="Ilium"]
[member="Razel Kolt"]
[member="Lark"]
[member="Riimaurus"]
 
< incoming transmission >
Kal Jaii contacting @Causstik Rhan
i am on route to your location. the Sherka is almost complete.

Aboard her personal ship Kal smirked as she checked her datapad.
a few little adjustments and the station would be complete,
 

Ilium

Guest
I
The guards didn't know what he was, they thought he was just trash. One of the captors grabbed him and threw him aside for the time being. Ilium hadn't been in slavery for about a year, but already he was back into the same thing that the miners were doing to him. His time with the miners included regular mental abuse, verbal abuse, and being brought into a room where several Shards would be killed all at once in front of him. While this wasn't nearly the same thing, the ship did have mean captors and giant man eating space worms. Ilium though to himself I can't believe that these people were tricked like that, and I can't do anything to stop them. He figured that he best bet was to get back to his new friend [member="Kat'Lariah Syphex"] . Using the Force he 'forced' one of the captors to grab him and carry him over to Kat (can I call you that?). The man held out Ilium and spoke to her briefly.

"Is this yours?"
 
Riimaurus sighed as the Trandoshans took his weapons. "Why I agreed with this?" He thought as his captors put a shock collar around his neck. The ship crashed in the planet surface and the Chiss fell to the ground with the impact. Riimaurus looked around trying to find breaches to run away, but he didn't find any and he figured that would be easier to escape when he find a way to take the collars off. So, he accepted his condition for while. He knew how to wait the perfect situation, but he was afraid that maybe the situation would never be perfect and that he would need to put himself at risk if he wanted to be a free Chiss.

[member="Causstik Rahn"] [member="Kat'Lariah Syphex"] [member="Ilium"] [member="Razel Kolt"] [member="Lark"] [member="Xiarr Sair"]
 

Kat'Lariah Syphex

Don't. Even. Think about it.
(Yes you may [member="Ilium"] :) )

One of the slavers approached the beaten woman and raised hand before her. She flinched expecting a jab to the gut, but instead the man opened his hand an spoke in a monotonous voice, "Is this yours?"

In the palm of the reptile's hand lay the odd shard. The one that had been speaking to her. Silently the one took the shard from the man's hand and held it tightly, eyes returning once more to the floor.

[member="Causstik Rahn"], [member="Riimaurus"], [member="Razel Kolt"], [member="Lark"], [member="Xiarr Sair"]
 
Causstik Rahn's, ship the ScoreKeeper Banked around one of Mugg Fallow's Moons. Their he came into contact with the space station. It was a grandiose sight. It was here that most of his ships launched from. He slowly guided the craft in, preparing to dock. Most of the dock had been complete some time ago. It was just the finishing touches now.

Meanwhile on Mugg Fallow...

The march to Bone City was longe and the desert was hot. Many slaves died during the march. Any who tried to run were quickly hunted and killed by their captors. When they finally reached the outskirts of the city they arrived at small tunnel opening. They led the slaves into the catacombs through total darkness. The Trandoshans saw in infrared and so did not need light to see. The slaves would blindly follow along hand atop another's shoulder. Finally a small light would peer out at them from the end of the tunnel. When they reached it they would find they were in a large horrific room. The walls were made up of bones. Grand pillars of forearms supported the roof. The floor was littered with even more of the bones. A single torch hung high on one pillar. There were many rooms like this one. They all housed the Trandoshan's captives. It was a giant labyrinth of rooms filled with horrifying monstrosities and despair. No one had ever managed to find their way back out before. The travelers were left alone and presented with two options. Brave the maze, or fight in the arena.

[member="Kat'Lariah Syphex"] [member="Ilium"] [member="Razel Kolt"] [member="Lark"] [member="Xiarr Sair"], [member="Kal Jaii"], [member="Riimaurus"]
 
Kal Steped out to greet her.. Buisnes partner? was that the word?
well person who rurns there head when Kal prformed experements and crimes against the peace of the Galactic council. didny have the same ring to it.
" Greetings [member="Causstik Rahn"] to the Sherka." She said almost giddy with excitement.
i have fited 58 MAC's and 2 laser cannons to this thing pluss a hew other things. this beast willl out gun a death star,"
 

Lark

Saint of the Damned
Lark's feet burned, they had been walking almost nonstop for what seemed like days. The slaves had been given almost no food and even less water, and his tongue was cracked due to dehydration. Lark had spent his childhood in the moist, humid atmosphere of Myrkr, the desert area was alien to him, it took all of his effort to keep his mind focused. The skin underneath his fingernails was bleeding slowly, he didn't know why. A good number of slaves would fall over, and most never got up again. Lark had almost considered escape through this method, he hoped that if a slave fell over the pirates would assume him dead and move forward without a second thought. But that thought was dashed when the first slave who gave out was promptly shot in the back.

Eventually they were brought before the entrance to a small tunnel, and the slaves who remained were shuffled forwards, into the pitch black darkness. Lark's headache started to ease, at least it was a fraction cooler in the tunnel. He walked with a bit more composure in his step, they must be nearing their destination and he could finally judge his scenario. He put his hand on the shoulder of whoever was in front of him, it might have been the Chiss man, both to restore feeling in his hand, and to show that he still had some life left in him.

[member="Kal Jaii"] [member="Causstik Rahn"] [member="Kat'Lariah Syphex"] [member="Riimaurus"] [member="Ilium"] [member="Xiarr Sair"] [member="Razel Kolt"]
 
Razel had stayed calm the whole way through, pondering. The shock collar's pain was a joke to him, he was the man who survived being torn apart and put back together with space trash. But the zap it'd give off posed other threats. Depending on how strong the damn thing was, it could screw with his sensors, or kark up his in-built HUD. He made sure he wasn't one of the people who dropped and fell by deactivating many of his un-needed functions. Comms channel, blade connection and a few others were disabled. A strong enough shock would forcefully deactivate more, and he'd have to go for a system reboot, which would take too long for him to be thought alive.

He'd idly feel around his shock collar. If he could find it's damned energy cell, he could make use of that, absorb it's power. Alas, it wasn't easy, and he didn't prevail. He'd need someone else's help for it. Trying to get that, however, promptly got him a punch to the face, his only real punch-able spot. [member="Lark"] had ended up laying his hand on Razel at some point, and he let out a robotic sigh. He thought he was having it tough, he couldn't feel exhaustion in his robotic body. He reached back, holding the man's arm and helping him along, getting him a grunt from a nearby slaver who then moved on. This tunnel was dark, but Razel chose not to draw attention by going night-vision. Just walking... and walking... and walking... and more walking...

[member="Lark"], [member="Kal Jaii"], [member="Causstik Rahn"], [member="Kat'Lariah Syphex"], [member="Riimaurus"], [member="Ilium"], [member="Xiarr Sair"]
 
Causstik Rahn walked the length of the docking ramp to his partner Kal. She spoke enthusiastically of the deffenses and while their certainly was enough M.A.C.'s on the station to take out a capital ship, their was not enough lasers to take out a fighter escort. The M.A.C.'s were simply to big to target the smaller craft. "[member="Kal Jaii"] we need more Turbo lasers. Otherwise our station will be defenseless against enemy fighters," He replied. "Another thing, We need particle shielding on this tub. If anyone were to utilize the M.A.C.'s against us light shields would not work," He took a moment to look out the view port and appraise the 10,000 meter vessel. A boat to be feared throughout the galaxy. He would use it to destroy worlds...

Meanwhile in the Catacombs beneath Bone City...

The Trandoshans would take @Xiarr Sair, [member="Razel Kolt"], [member="Lark"] to the arena above. Melee weapons would lay scattered through out the arena. The Crowds would roar in approval. Above it all Crossk would stand on a great podium. Crossk was Causstiks most worthy son. The great Trandoshan spoke in a undecipherable tongue and the crowd seemed to be hanging on to his every word. Then at the end of his speech, great iron gates would open beneath the large podium and three Trandoshan Chieftans would emerge. The were clad in golden gilded armor, and their heads had been painted red. They held great ceremonially swords.

In the tunnels where the rest remained the Trandoshans left them unguarded. They would be free to explore as they wished, or even try to escape, but dangers lurk around every corner...

[member="Kat'Lariah Syphex"], @Riimaurus, @Ilium,
 
Riimaurus was barely surviving the walk through the desert. He belonged to a specie whom the body had developed to survive in cold temperatures and he was facing exactly the opposite of it. On his way trough the desert he saw what would happen if he couldn't keep going and he knew that he needed to resist to these condition if he wanted to keep living. After on what appeared to be an eternity they reached a cave that was really dark, fortunately the Chiss species had natural night-vision which gave him an important information about the territory that could give a chance to him escape in the future. He walked through the cave trying to memorize the way without letting his captors notice his ability.

The Trandoshans took [member="Razel Kolt"], [member="Lark"] and [member="Xiarr Sair"] away. Riimaurus and remnants were left in the tunnels unguarded. Those tunnels probably weren't easy to escape from that's the only reason that they would be left alone in this place. Those big reptiles were playing with their lives.

"Do you think we can escape from here?" Asked to the human female.

[member="Kat'Lariah Syphex"] [member="Ilium"]
 
Xiarr's feet burned from marching, his shock collar was tight and he was exhausted, finally, they reached some sort of hellhole, a "city" of sorts. They walked through a dark room with no lighting, so Xiarr put his hands on the back of someone else who he couldn't even see. Xiarr then saw a light and walked into a littered with bones, the place smelled like rotting flesh. The only light was coming from a single torch, this really was hell.

Xiarr was forced into some sort of arena where Trandoshans cheered and roared when he and two other men walked in, melee weapons were scattered across the ground, mostly archaic weapons from the Clone Wars. Xiarr picked up an electro staff from the ground and when he tried to activate it flickered and turned off, but it suddenly turned back on. It was his best bet, as he wasn't familiar with all of the other weapons he could see. Suddenly, Trandoshans with golden gilded armor and face paint would walk out of iron gates. They held great swords, most likely ceremonial, Xiarr grouped up with the two other men, hoping they were trustworthy. "I suggest that we work together if we don't want to have our heart's ripped from our chests."

[member="Causstik Rahn"]
[member="Razel Kolt"]
[member="Lark"]
[member="Kal Jaii"]
[member="Kat'Lariah Syphex"]
[member="Riimaurus"]
[member="Ilium"]
 
[member="Causstik Rahn"], [member="Lark"], [member="Kal Jaii"], [member="Kat'Lariah Syphex"], [member="Riimaurus"], [member="Ilium"], [member="Xiarr Sair"]

Razel nodded at the man who approached him, grabbing a longsword. It's energy cell was fried and unusable. He frowned as the enemies came out,

"Watch out, here they come. I should be able to take at least one down. Conserve your strength, I'm sure more freaks will crawl out of the woodwork!"

His eye glowed red, as his body scanned the opponents, generating recommended fighting styles. Razel's HUD was filled with images of glowing red figures striking at the enemies in a variety of ways. His eye flashed back to blue, and the figures saved on his HUD. He uttered a command sequence idly, even though it was not voice activated,

"Initiate style one guide!"

Almost immediately after, a completely robotic voice quietly emitted the words,

"DIRECT KILL STYLE INITIATED."

Razel dashed forth, small jolts of electricity visible coursing throughout his body. He dashed at one of the three opponents, but they began swinging, Razel's reaction enhancer causing him to bend back and the strike to go right over his head. He brought the blade forward, and would've killed the enemy instantly if not for the bluntness of the damn thing.

"I'll give this a shot!"

He stuck his finger into the damaged energy cell, and power jolted into it. Momentarily, the vibration feature activated, but then cut off, and Razel removed his now-charred finger. However, this had been enough to bring the Trandoshan down to the ground, his stomach with a gaping wound in it. One down, two to go.
 

Kat'Lariah Syphex

Don't. Even. Think about it.
The woman walked through endless tracks of desert, exhausted, dehydrated. If there was any moisture in her body to sweat she would. but she couldn't. It was now that Kat regretted wearing her jacket. She winced at every step. blisters in her boots offering no relief.

The only form of relief came in the form of absolute darkness. But with darkness came coolness. Kat placed a hand on the shoulder of one of the other slaves, on hand still tightly grasping the odd shard that kept speaking to her. But since the crash, he'd been silent.

Eventually Kat felt two of their party leave, taken away by the guards. her weary body collapsed on the ground, barely sitting against the stone wall behind her.

"Do you think we can escape from here?" said a voice. Kat strained to move her head to look in the direction of the voice. She still could see nothing. She recognized the voice though. One of those she'd met on the ship. The Chiss she thought. Her voice came out dry and cracked, "I...I don't...know." In truth she doubted it. She'd seen very few slaves escape....and none ever lived.

[member="Razel Kolt"], [member="Causstik Rahn"], [member="Lark"], [member="Kal Jaii"]. [member="Riimaurus"], [member="Ilium"], [member="Xiarr Sair"]
 

Ilium

Guest
I
Ilium sat worried in Kat's arms. The Shard's mind was clouded with emotion as he knew the situation was hopeless. The Chiss had asked a what to do, but no clear solution presented itself. Escape would only come if one of the guards slipped up. But this would have to be for each person, as only one could sneak off during each one. Then Ilium remembered that he could persuade them to move via the Force. He spoke to [member="Kat'Lariah Syphex"] .

"Kat, tell the Chiss that I know how to get out. And I'm also sorry that this is happenening."
 

Kat'Lariah Syphex

Don't. Even. Think about it.
The Shard broke his long silence and finally spoke to her once more. He knew how to escape. "The Shard knows how to get us out." she said quietly, her voice still quite hoarse. "He also says...sorry. That this is happening to us."

Kat was sure that the Chiss, the Shard had confirmed that the man speaking to her was a Chiss after all, would think she was insane. After all how could a crystal speak. Maybe she was losing her mind? Maybe it had shattered as she was taken a slave....

[member="Causstik Rahn"], [member="Ilium"], [member="Riimaurus"], [member="Razel Kolt"], [member="Lark"], [member="Kal Jaii"], [member="Xiarr Sair"]
 

Lark

Saint of the Damned
Lark knelt down and picked up a rusted blade, it was perhaps three and a half feet long. He half expected it to crumble into ash in his fingers. He also lifted up a smaller, jagged dagger, it was maybe a foot long, a nice counterbalance to the longer blade. Three massive Trandoshans entered the arena, and the crowd went wild. So we're not slaves, are we to be sacrifices? Combatants in their arena? Lark agreed with [member="Xiarr Sair"], fighting alongside one another would improve their chances of survival.

One of the Trandoshans stomped towards Lark, steps shook the ground around him. He stopped five feet in front of Lark, before letting out a smirk. Lark gazed back up at the taller man, his own chin held high in arrogance.Lark took a quick step forward, swinging his sword in a downward arc. The Trandoshan caught the blade in a gauntleted hand, and laughed. "As far as it goes with weapons, you should've gone with harder," the beast snarled. He snapped the sword in half with his hand. The crowd let out a roar of approval.

"I guess I'll have to do without," Lark responded with a smile. He dropped the hilt of the broken sword, and quickly tossed his knife into his dominant hand. He dodged a strike that would have impaled him, rolling quickly to the right. Getting himself hit once would spell doom for him, he couldn't block these blows, he'd have to be quick. But the Trandoshan was fast too, he swung the sword wildly, barely giving Lark an opening to attack. He'd need a new plan.

He kicked up a spear from the dusty ground and ducked underneath another swing. And as the Trandoshan brought down his blade that would have split Lark's skull in half, he rushed forward and rolled underneath the monster's open legs. Before he could turn, Lark drove the spear into the back of the chieftain's leg, and it emerged a bloody mess from the man's knee. He was pinned, try as he might he could not get his leg to move. He went down to one knee, growling in pain. Lark approached cautiously, but with a wicked smile on his face. He took out the knife, and gently ran a finger across it. He yanked the chieftain's head back with his open hand, and raised his knife in a mock execution, before stabbing the man's eye. He let out a quiet snarl of anger and pain, and Lark could feel the life leave the man. He let go of the head, and the man crashed face first into the bloody ground.

[member="Kat'Lariah Syphex"] [member="Ilium"] [member="Razel Kolt"] [member="Riimaurus"] [member="Causstik Rahn"] [member="Kal Jaii"]
 
A Trandoshan began to charge at Xiarr, at first it looked like he was sprinting, but he then realized that he was trying to ram into him. Xiarr jumped out of the way as the Trandoshan charged pass, just stopping before he hit the wall. Xiarr ran toward the Chieftain foolishly, Xiarr then let everything flow throughout his body and mind, he tried to attack the Trandoshan, thrusting his electro staff toward his chest, but when it hit, the staff turned off. The Trandoshan laughed and grabbed Xiarr, holding him like a child would to a doll. The Chieftain threw Xiarr toward the center of the arena instead of impaling him. Xiarr knew that the beast was toying with him, and so he would toy with the Trandoshan's mind.

As the Chieftain approached Xiarr, Xiarr held out his middle and index finger, and said in a calm tone: "You don't want to face me." The Trandoshan stopped, he tried to continue his approach, but he would find himself battling his own body. "What have you done, pig?!" The Trandoshan blurted out ignorantly. Xiarr repeated his sentence again, in the same calm tone: "You don't want to face me." The Trandoshan fell to his knees and roared like an animal at Xiarr. Xiarr repeated it one last time, and the Trandoshan said: "I don't want to face you.." The Trandoshan remained on his knees, and Xiarr picked up a blade and plunged it into where a human heart would have been.

[member="Lark"]
[member="Kat'Lariah Syphex"]
[member="Ilium"]
[member="Razel Kolt"]
[member="Riimaurus"]
[member="Causstik Rahn"]
 
As the last of the Trandoshans died the crowd would roar in approval. The Trandoshans were with the gods now and none could ask for a greater honor. Then the hulking gates would open once more. This time a great rumbling could be heard from the dark depths behind the gates. The ground shook with each step the beast made. A massive oblong head poked from out of the shadows. Giant shock collars adorned its wrist. The beast stood three stories high. It was a Drouk. It let out one long roar then began to charge. "GRRAAAARRRGH!!!"

Meanwhile in the depths of the catacombs faint humming could be heard. A small girl would appear from one of the exits. She looked to the survivors and pointed to one. Humans dressed in skulls and bones emerged from the dank halls and took the target. He screamed as the cannibals devoured him alive...

While aboard the massive space port. Causstik stared out of the view port and watched the void of space. Ships with mounted plasma torches welded metal pieces onto the massive station. No 50 M.A.C. cannons would not do, he wanted a hundred.


[member="Xiarr Sair"] [member="Lark"] [member="Kat'Lariah Syphex"] [member="Ilium"] [member="Razel Kolt"] [member="Riimaurus"] [member="Kal Jaii"]
 

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