Zambrano the Starweird
The Black Prophet of Balagoth
"This is getting ridiculous..." You know things have hit the fan, when the man everyone's been calling insane has uttered those words with serious disdain. If he had eyebrows, they would have risen above those seemingly damaged eyes as he felt the tremors of battle in the sewers, the summoning of large beasts and the subsequent breaking of their brain stems, all the while an assassin tried to bicycle kick his main enemy. The use of the word "sides" seemed to break down totally, and it appeared everyone was essentially on their own side.
"What in the nine hells is even going on anymore?" Warlord Ba'jurir muttered as she hid behind cover, near to where Kahdri Ughad had jogged to. Her men prepared to guard her life, held blaster and projectile rifles out, prepared to shoot but unsure of who was even safe to shoot. One of them pointed and almost shot Kahdri, before an outstretched hand steadied them. "Not that one." She said simply, awaiting a response to her inquiry on the asinine scenario playing out before them. How long had this meeting taken to break down totally? 20 minutes? 10? Did it matter when it was only a matter of time anyway? "You here to help or what?"
Meanwhile, Warlord Balac had his weapons drawn and had already pulled several shots off on the huge summoned beast when it... promptly died from unknown cause. His weapons then redirected to Catalys, the Assassin, and the "Darth" he supposed who were not in cover in the open space of the central theatre. His weapons did not discharge, unsure of where to place them. To resolve this uncertainty the Ubese searched for the one true figure in the room he absolutely could not stand... the Warlord of Echoy'la. That could be his world, all he need do was take it from her cold dead hands. He kept a good focus one the force users however... they were becoming troublesome.
The Ewok walked up to the Host Lord's podium without much resistance or effort, his casual graces ironic in the face of his appearance, amidst this fray of what was supposed to be "civilized" folk. How is it that the least primitive seeming creature in the room, was in fact a shamanistic anthropomorphic teddy bear with a penchant for bloodshed... standing next to a half-dead gastropod responsible for the death and postmortem mutilation of millions of people. The question was simple, the oldest question man ever asked. It was all too casual for the mayhem that had erupted in the melodrama.
"My heart." The Host Lord spoke simply in turn, leaning slightly so as to make sure the Ewok would hear, simplifying the true nature of the thing he held within his grasp. An awkward silence filled the void between them momentarily, before the Hutt spoke again. "I think it best I leave this mess now, I've business on the Gulandi world. I've spoken my turn... would you care to follow?" In an almost unexpected manner, the Host Lord spoke and acted in a most polite manner to the furry Sith Lord that stood beside him. It was not the first time the Hutt displayed the capabilities to be polite... one time, he quieted down at the request of a sleepy student while he murdered the rest of her class. Nice girl, only got to choke her once.
As the serpent began to make his slithering circle around, and as his remaining Shade turned to follow him... one was left wondering if Catalys would follow or not... and what would become of this strange conflict? Slugs were slow though, so it may take enough time for us to find out those answers soon enough.
"What in the nine hells is even going on anymore?" Warlord Ba'jurir muttered as she hid behind cover, near to where Kahdri Ughad had jogged to. Her men prepared to guard her life, held blaster and projectile rifles out, prepared to shoot but unsure of who was even safe to shoot. One of them pointed and almost shot Kahdri, before an outstretched hand steadied them. "Not that one." She said simply, awaiting a response to her inquiry on the asinine scenario playing out before them. How long had this meeting taken to break down totally? 20 minutes? 10? Did it matter when it was only a matter of time anyway? "You here to help or what?"
Meanwhile, Warlord Balac had his weapons drawn and had already pulled several shots off on the huge summoned beast when it... promptly died from unknown cause. His weapons then redirected to Catalys, the Assassin, and the "Darth" he supposed who were not in cover in the open space of the central theatre. His weapons did not discharge, unsure of where to place them. To resolve this uncertainty the Ubese searched for the one true figure in the room he absolutely could not stand... the Warlord of Echoy'la. That could be his world, all he need do was take it from her cold dead hands. He kept a good focus one the force users however... they were becoming troublesome.
The Ewok walked up to the Host Lord's podium without much resistance or effort, his casual graces ironic in the face of his appearance, amidst this fray of what was supposed to be "civilized" folk. How is it that the least primitive seeming creature in the room, was in fact a shamanistic anthropomorphic teddy bear with a penchant for bloodshed... standing next to a half-dead gastropod responsible for the death and postmortem mutilation of millions of people. The question was simple, the oldest question man ever asked. It was all too casual for the mayhem that had erupted in the melodrama.
"My heart." The Host Lord spoke simply in turn, leaning slightly so as to make sure the Ewok would hear, simplifying the true nature of the thing he held within his grasp. An awkward silence filled the void between them momentarily, before the Hutt spoke again. "I think it best I leave this mess now, I've business on the Gulandi world. I've spoken my turn... would you care to follow?" In an almost unexpected manner, the Host Lord spoke and acted in a most polite manner to the furry Sith Lord that stood beside him. It was not the first time the Hutt displayed the capabilities to be polite... one time, he quieted down at the request of a sleepy student while he murdered the rest of her class. Nice girl, only got to choke her once.
As the serpent began to make his slithering circle around, and as his remaining Shade turned to follow him... one was left wondering if Catalys would follow or not... and what would become of this strange conflict? Slugs were slow though, so it may take enough time for us to find out those answers soon enough.