Faction No Masters, No Mercy

[Ghruna]

The world of Ertrax had mostly been subdued. A training ship crash lands in one of the remaining war zones. Acolytes are forced to fend for themselves as resistance forces try to find them in the nearby city.

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Leshanna Dromar Varin Mortifer

The space around Ertrax was supposed to be secure. Whilst there were active combat zones, any weapons platforms had been destroyed or taken. As the Sith academy ship entered orbit a hidden weapons system activated, bringing down several vessels.

The sky wasn’t supposed to scream.

Ghruna had heard battle horns echo across the steppes. She had spent almost her entire life on one planet. Travelling on a starship was new to her. Crashing in one was too. . The sound tearing through the training vessel wasn’t natural. It was metal crying, a keening wail as the ship fell towards the ground.

She heard the droid pilots up front doing their best to level the ship. She slammed her shoulder into the bulkhead. Her claws gouged at the metal to try and keep her balance. Ghruna fell and finally scrabble across the floor to the other acolytes to strap in.

Ghruna roared in defiance but there was nothing that she could fight. Then the lights blinked out and then the world went even more dark.



She woke up still in the chair. Her shoulder throbbed in pain. There was dust in the air. She blinked and looked up and down the corridor. Being alive was good.

 

[Varin Mortifer]

Leshanna Dromar Ghruna

It was his first time in a training ship, something he quite looked forward to. A way to test himself and others, to push everyone to their limits, to break so he can grow. He dwelled on the thought for a good while, thinking of what the training persists of, what would they be doing? How? All of these thoughts however jolted to a halt when the ship lurched from a sudden impact. Sirens began to blare as they sounded off with alerts. This wasn’t his first time being stuck in a damaged ship that was now hurling planetside, and this time he was a bit more prepared for it. Without a second thought he bolted to his seat and strapped in as the whole ship shook and vibrated. At this point it would seem the boy had a talent for falling out of the sky.

Chaos ran rampant as everyone got to positions, some struggling to get to their place, looking around he couldn’t see Leshanna anywhere on this ship. He growled to himself as he gripped the bars around his seat.

A moment later and everything went black, silent.

A sharp inhale expanded his lungs as he coughed while catching his breath. His chair had been shifted as he began unbuckling his straps. With a pained strain he started to pull himself up only to feel his body jerk back down. Pain shot down his right arm, his dominant arm. That's when he noticed the red flow of crimson drip down his fingers, following the trail he noticed his shoulder was pinned to the wall by metallic debris. His breathing came shaky and quick, but he soon began to slow it down before his heart elevated. Letting go right now would do no one any good.

He looked around his chair to find the bars that were there for support, using his left hand he grabbed ahold of one of them and began to pull himself up slowly, inch by inch he could feel the metal tears through his flesh as he growled loudly pulling himself off of the shrapnel. Once he cleared the metal he collapsed to a kneeling position checking his wounds.

“Damn it…”

He breathed for a moment as he produced a flame in his hand and held a piece of metal over it, burning it until it was red hot. He took a quick few breaths before holding it to his wound. A roar escaped his throat as he felt the intense burn. After a moment of holding the metal on his wound he did the same thing on the other side as best as he could to close it up. It wasn’t pretty and it didn’t fully stop the bleeding but it would have to do.

Slowly he stood up and looked around for any survivors.

 

[Ghruna]

Leshanna Dromar Varin Mortifer

Slowly he stood up and looked around for any survivors.

He would hear a series of desperate cries, growls and a constant rhythm of metal against metal.

Ghruna struggled desperately against the restraint. It had been dented in the crash. A cage of iron. Her tail thrashed as she threw herself back and forth.

Across her shoulders her skin was being abraded until she started to bleed.

Ghruna wouldn't die like this. She wouldn't suffocate or burn whilst she was trapped and helpless.

The intercom clicked open. The voice of a pilot droid, broken by the odd hiss sounded out. It was clearly damaged.

We are down. Enemy forces... just a kilometer away. Vessel is in danger of being... overrun.

 

[Varin Mortifer]

The sounds of struggle lured the young apprentice towards her. He stood for a moment watching as the intercom sounded to life.

We are down. Enemy forces... just a kilometer away. Vessel is in danger of being... overrun.

He glared at the device and back to the other trainee and spoke pointedly at her.

“Calm yourself, thrashing does no good. You will not die in this coffin.”

He held out his hand to her restraint feeling it vibrate. With a quick growl and a jerk of his hand the restraint was ripped out of its hinges with a loud clang as it swung into the wall near them.

“You look like a fighter, like someone who has something to live for. You better hope that's enough for us to get out of this damn mess.”

He cupped his other hand over his bleeding shoulder as it dripped to the floor.

“We don’t seem to have a lot of time.”

Ghruna Leshanna Dromar ​

 

[Ghruna]

“Calm yourself, thrashing does no good. You will not die in this coffin.”

She snarled at him, but only her tail thrashed as he did something to shear the metal. Ghruna slapped his hand away and stood tall.

She noted that he was far taller than most humans. Even though Ghruna hadn't grown into her body, she still stood slightly taller. Her father was a minotaur and a king.

“We don’t seem to have a lot of time.”

"Enemy forces?" she hissed. She had no weapon, she was disoriented and bleeding. She met the man's gaze square on.

"We should fight to the death!" she declared.