One Sith Group Training: Undead, Alchemy, and the Basics

[Bolt]

Zaiden James-Greyson; the greatest Bent Light Master to exist. Able to pose a true challenge to the best of the Force Hunters such as Ember Rekali, could hide from Ashin and her wife Spencer. Fought Voracitos and the Thronebreaker Mikhail Shorn. Amongst many many more fun battles.​

He was a great Alchemist, capable of turning the softest material hard as Phrik, and yet held some of the greatest knowledge of the ways of Biological Alchemy as well. Ataru, Juyo, and Soresu were mastered enough to battle the greatest. And among roughly a half dozen across the galaxy, he had mastered Tsaiwinokka Hoyakut to the point he controlled almost an entire planets populace as Undead.

Now he had returned from the lands beyond; after being trapped in Rave Merrill's - that cursed woman!!!! - sword for over 6 years, somehow his soul managed to break free then travel to those lands. When Akala attempted the things she did, she opened a breach, and Zaiden was freed. Not as a body as some of the dead were, but a spirit. one that bore memories of the demon Tenebrae creating Zaidens clone. A perfect host.

After possessing the body, Zaiden was able to commit to the goals of being less deadly to those around. No planetary Genocide any more. No instant killing for those who disagreed with his words. And now Zander's spirit spends time piggy backing, giving Zaiden advice and the like.


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Arriving near the training grounds he chose, and old cemetery, Zaiden spent the rest of that week sneaking around the Sith Archives, feeling greatly at home for both souls - Zander and Zaiden both found their generation of Archives to be homely, calming, and luxurious. Locating the names of a few Acolytes, and a fellow Master, he found them to be suitable.

His goals currently were to teach! So, better to start off small anyways right?

Sending out a beacon, using a program the Master had created - finding it more difficult than he remembered; I will have to refresh my hacking skills he thought to himself - he knew those few would receive it. Those that did not, would simply sense a pull through the Force in the effect of Zaidens Homing Beacon: a large burst of energy would be sent off, one filled with emotion such as anger or the like. He had long ago learned to manipulate the emotions into a feeling similar to a distress call.

Now he just had to wait for them to show!

[member="Reverance"]

 

[Setzi Lunelle]

Since Setzi Lunelle was currently training with Sage Bane as an alchemist, her name was found in the records by Zaiden, and she was called upon to train with him. This was done through an odd pull in the Force, something she had never felt before.

It was as though a dark malaise had taken over her, which made her hyper-focused on training. But how or why she didn’t know until the cloudiness of the vision began to clear like the crisp, blue sky of Glee Anselm, when it wasn’t raining as it did for most of the day.

The brunette Sith Acolyte needed to find Master Zaiden and this cemetery. Dressed in a loose fitting black tunic and pants, while she was on a break from her studying with Lord Bane, she made her way to the graveyard. One of the unanticipated pleasures of joining the Sith was the fact that she no more had to keep her emotions at bay. Fear, anger, rage, contempt, even unbridled joy – these were all allowed to roam freely through her mind and body. Her heart pounded out a drumbeat, while she waited for Master Zaiden and any of the other students.

[member="Razor Shot"]

 

[Mythos]

Having received the Distress call Animus got to the Location as quickly as he possibly could.
He had arrived a few hours ago and found himself in this... damp , dark, lightless cemetery. Did he just walk into a trap? if he did he cursed his stupidity and Ignorance, a death well deserved.
He searched for a while, yet felt nothing but a presence, a lingering scent of the Force... Wretched and vile... Ancient...
Animus raised his eyebrow, and thought well... Let us see what is truly going on here...
He sat on top of one random tombstone and crossed his legs closing his eyes. Like a switch Force sight was activated.
Musingly Animus thought of How he had evolved this skill to the point where as he had just done, Activate it on demand.
He saw The force everywhere... suddenly he saw exactly what had called him here... His Skin Prickled...
"What... are you?" Animus said Opening his eyes with Force sight lingering behind, he could not yet use his eyes and force sight at the same time like masters of the ability could, but he could retain it shortly after opening his eyes for a few seconds.
He saw another presence skip through the cemetery but he did not lose focus of the true powerhouse in this place... [member="Setzi Lunelle"] [member="Razor Shot"]

 

[Dr. Xris]

Ripples & echoes traveled through the Force. Nulgaths armor robes shifted as he stood up and tilted his head pondering about the call. It was a summoning for those who could feel it and right now it was something to investigate. Leaving his study the Epicanthix found himself being led by this ripple to a rather foreign location. The scenery had changed drastically as he traveled. The Darkside was strong in this dreadful location and Nulgath delighted in its embrace.

Though it seemed Nulgath was not the first to arrive, their were others. ( [member="Setzi Lunelle"] [member="Razor Shot"] [member="Animus Malgus"] )

Crossing his arms against his chest Nulgath took in a deep breath and announced his presence in the force with a responding Ripple. His aura was sinister and deceitful as a whole. Keepings his eyes peeling the epicanthix roamed about the graveyard. " I think the more important question is... Who are you." He Said aloud eyeing Animus as he sat on a tombstone in his awe of the dark place. Nulgath rolled his eyes trying not to think about the boys ignorance from previous encounters. Looking the other direction Nulgath eyed [member="Setzi Lunelle"] a female he had never seen before.

" I see there is a colorful rose midst this darkness. How are you my dear?" he commented with a grin.

 

[Mythos]

Hearing the words Animus Stood up quickly from the Tombstone snapping out of Force Sight and locking eyes with the Master who regarded him. [member="Nulgath Zardai"]
He could sense the Dark presence of this master, he was not to be trifled with Animus thought to himself.

Could he read my thoughts? He had heard of such abilities yet he had never been at the receiving end of such an ability.. to his knowledge.
Bowing courteously in the direction of the master he said "Master"

Was he summoned as well? The thought this was a trap left his mind, not because he no longer considered it a possibility, but because with the presence of such a powerful entity of the Dark side such as the master who stood before him, nothing less than a full scale raid would pose much of a threat. Still Animus felt uneasy.. as if the dead were beckoning to him.

He regarded the lady in [member="Setzi Lunelle"] in a gracious manner. Animus always thought politeness was a great virtue. If nothing else than for enemies to take him for granted. He looked around the Cemetery once again, trying to get a bead on the presence he felt earlier... Closing his eyes, activating force sight once more. He activated it whenever he could, he wanted to master the ability one day, be as good as T'zanith was with Force sight one day... one day... for now, he scanned the Cemetery, looking for the presence who beckoned them here. [member="Razor Shot"]

 

[Bolt]

Slowly materializing, seemingly from nothing, Zaiden atop a massive tombstone with the name Merta Lornil scribed in it. Stroking the name a moment he grinned, then glanced at the newcomers, "Welcome to you all. At the moment I believe more to be coming, including another teacher or two. So before we begin with that, we will just have to wait a while.

"How about a simple meet and greet. I'm open to giving information if any of you are curious, otherwise I would love to know who you all are, and where your strengths lie." He called, then glancing to the one whom had been seated on a tombstone like he, Zaiden called, "Clearly you use Force Sight. I can sense that through the way you perceive the world. I to use the same, as I have a deal of Miraluka genetics in my stream."

[member="Animus Malgus"] [member="Nulgath Zardai"] [member="Setzi Lunelle"]

 

[Nerius]

Nerius approached clad in his Phrik armor, with arms folded across his chest. He glared at the man that had called him, ignoring the others as if they were not there. This was uncommon for the Pink Monster, yet he had his reasons.

Thinking back to the first time he had heard the name Razor Shot, Nerius growled. It was a name that fought to take everything from the man he considered his father. Damien Daemon, owner of JAC, had fought to keep the company from falling to poodoo, yet had recently been contacted by Razor Shot whom wanted to take the corporation back from Damien.

Nerius hated the idea that his father would work so hard for nothing.

 

[Reverance]

The air was stale and pallidly defined, drifting aimless and nearly absent any notion of it's presence. Gabriel hadn't heard the call or even really understood, but merely reacted to the righteous notions that imbued it. In his descent upon the planet, he found himself deep in the ravines of former memories and the etchings of their accounting. Like a needle pulled across hot vinyl, the whispers in the wind played a soft and soothing, yet calamitous song, across the raised stone ridges that told their own tales. A death in the family, a man murdered defending his livestock, a woman who succumbed to the ever inviting grip of time. Placing his left hand against jagged granite, he closed his eye and traced the words and time that predated the use of more technologically inclined idolatry. The tablet was blank except for the years, the chromatic corrosion wearing away at the stories and reflections of the past, as it always had.

Crouched, he opened that vibrant pool of blood to scan the horizon, just above the curved edge of the stone. His right arm, the voxyn al'do, remained unsheathed from the ooglith. He had taken a liking to it's blackened expression, a thought that crossed his mind as he lifted himself from the stagnant graces of the intermittent fog, tumbling over itself playfully among the silence. Like teeth in the mouth of the shark, this place had known death and admittedly, it contended with his own toll. Yet where abandonment had struck a chord with rusty fencing and dilapidated signage, his body brimmed with the prime of the years the preceded him. He wasn't a master of alchemy, he wasn't a master of bending light, he wasn't a master of materialization or the abstract. His prowess, his efficiency, rested on the precipice of what he could picture and build in his mind. Telekinesis, Makashi, Shatterpoint. These were the tools that would bloody the just in realization that their was no justice, no wrong or right. Only the strong and weak, and the preying on the latter.

Turning, he found the group whom seemed to meet his purposes in this place. The lighting was poor, the tone was even more so, and he found shelter not behind Vonduun or Phrik: but instead the armorweave robe and the deception of darkness and fog. Though, that was truly beyond his intent, as he scratched the scar over his missing right eye. Pulling down his hood, he walked quietly over, his force presence masked for the lack of inclination to express it. Instead, he turned his attention to the one who seemed to orchestrate this meeting. He didn't speak, not for lack of words, but merely for the senescence that he wished to ascribe. A grey beard, black hair tied in a deep knot, the cloth he donned would hide the intricacies and scarring that recounted the lives he once lived.

[member="Razor Shot"] | [member="Animus Malgus"] | [member="Nulgath Zardai"] | [member="Setzi Lunelle"]

 

[GhostOfProtocol]

It was something he'd never felt before. Almost as if the force flowing through his body was dragging him, giving him a hint of where to go. It was rare he relied upon the force, it served in battle, as proved many a time, but it normally seemed to get him in trouble. He'd spent weeks locked in a room tracking the annoying Jedi child that had plagued him, the child he'd finally met in the fields, and now he was finally out of the room, he felt this.

He shook his head lightly, trying to shake it away, shake away the feeling. The feeling, however, didn't want to go away. It was pure rage and anger, a small beacon for a small grave yard in his area. What he was doing was simple enough, wondering round. He was drawn here in his chase of the annoying brat child, and stood here since. Then the feeling, the feeling he wasn't quite able to shake.

It knew Jardo, the feeling. The feeling of the pain and hate, it knew what he liked. Granted, he wasn't you're stereotypical Sith, he didn't cause pain for no reason, but he enjoyed pain. Perhaps pain that wasn't his, but pain not the less. Pain that was his hurt, like all pain, but it powered the rage inside him. In all fairness it made him stronger, even though he had a hate for pain. Pain made you weak, pain meant you'd let you're guard down and fallen victim to attack. Pain meant you'd pushed yourself, caused you're body feelings that it was trying to hide.

He took a step closer to the grave yard. Then another, his black cloak blowing lightly as a breeze blew past. His footsteps continuing, his hood up over his head, hidden blade strapped to arm and lightsaber hung at side. Blasters in ankle holsters and thermal detonator hidden. It was the small things, those small things that made you feel safe, that made you feel, almost happy. He'd learnt this, since his embrace into the Sith ways.

He was a man who used to be so laid back, relaxed. His embrace of hate, of the Sith hadn't changed that, not exactly. In many ways he was still laid back, still willing to help his friends. He was also darker, more angry and full of rage. You could feel the anger around him, projecting from his body like a million molecule missiles. Each one designed to hurt, to cause pain. It was a trick he'd learned from Solan Charr, keep the anger locked in, then unload it in a massive move. Every death, every moment of anger and hurt unloaded upon one person.

Too much anger would cripple a man, even more would kill a man. Jardo knew this, he knew since the day on Endor he'd chosen to take on Solan, to try and kill what couldn't be killed. The day he'd felt all those Jedi around him, and still kept fighting. He hadn't seen the Jedi, granted, but he'd felt each one. He'd used an Ewok as a dummy, as something that could be thrown away.

He guessed that was the snap. He guessed that was the thing that had caused the decline from laid back to dark. Not just the Ewok, but also the child that day on Nal Hutta, where he'd stood face to face with childhood friend Nyx and yelled at her. Where he'd held a lightsaber to the thick throat of Sempra the Hutt and where he'd used a box hanging from a crane to kill a child. The day he met Nyx for the second time, when he shot the wookie. They all caused the snaps, even though he had no problem with unnecessary deaths.

Slowly he watched as the gate swung open, a mix of the force and the breeze. Jardo stepped through said gate, his yellowy blue eyes flicking around. He saw each person in turn, from Reverance to the bloke sat on the tombstone. That's all this really was, ​a walk amongst the tombstones. Every person here must of felt it, the death from the area. It was like a drug, deathsticks or meth. It was amazing, all the death.

Slowly, he flicked his hood down, eyes flicking.

He just smiled.

[member="Reverance"]
[member="Nerius"]
[member="Razor Shot"]
[member="Animus Malgus"]
[member="Nulgath Zardai"]
[member="Setzi Lunelle"]

 

[Setzi Lunelle]

Others began to gather in the cemetery. Setzi needed to keep her fear at bay, otherwise like hounds on a scent, she feared that her fellow students would notice her newness to their ranks. Training one on one had been less intimidating, but in this group setting, the Acolyte was unnerved to say the least.

She acknowledged Knight Zardai's greeting and flattery with a subtle nod of the head. "I'm very well...," she answered. She wasn't sure if this was a fellow student or the instructor and didn't want to call him the wrong title, but when she opened her mouth to speak, she noticed that the other student called him a "master," so she added quickly, "My Lord" in deference. The newer student then regarded her rather chivalrously, and she nodded back to him as well.

A few more Acolytes, Knights and even Lords congregated, and finally Master Zaiden began the lesson, asking those present to introduce themselves. As the cemetery grew quiet again, the brunette acolyte cleared her throat, licked her dry lips and said, "I'm Acolyte Lunelle. My Master is Darth Pyrrhus. I'm proficient in Telekenisis and Telepathy. I'm currently focusing on channeling my rage and fury to enhance my skills in combat."

[member="Razor Shot"] [member="Animus Malgus"] [member="Nulgath Zardai"] [member="Nerius"] [member="Reverance"] [member="Jardo Snow"]

 

[Mythos]

Animus thought most of them Master in his mind, and him a student. He had noticed a few of great power among the sith that brought a shiver to his bone.
Animus nodded to the acknowledgment of his ability of Force Sight from [member="Razor Shot"]. And took his time to make his take a look at his Sith counterparts. One smiled suspiciously [member="Jardo Snow"] and another was a pink creature Animus had never seen the race [member="Nerius"], and the last one... [member="Reverance"] seemed unremarkable as much, but Animus had seen his...it's...form through Force Sight. Animus could only describe it as the things Nightmares are made of. standing in Que after [member="Setzi Lunelle"] "Acolyte Animus Malgus. No Master as of now...but i have Training in Telekinesis from Master Ophidia and know force sight thanks to the help of an Acquaintance." Animus said rather Politically, he had to remind himself to snap out of it.

He thought he had come here for what he thought was a Distress call, he felt anger and desperation... death. But how? Animus Sat back down in the tombstone cross legged, eyeing every one of the members of this assembly yet again. What were the libraries of all the Galaxy with the assembly before him?
Still, a thought came to his mind... The Dark Lord. Himself. Was he here? Disguised as one who stood before him? No one he knew had ever seen him, or even knew how he looked like, could it be that he was here? Somewhere? Hiding in the shadows, elusive to our eyes? Animus pondered these things as he scanned about.

 

[Bolt]

Being a persona that amplified stealth, Zaiden always was alert, seeking hidden places and people. As such, while every one else had yet to see the man in the shadows, Zaiden acknowledged him with a nod that could be perceived more as an accident. Few would probably see it for what it was, a greeting.

Turning to the young woman that spoke, Zaiden smiled, "Then you and I will get along grandly. Though I have a specified skill set, two of my greatest powers are telepathy and telekinesis. I learned from one of the greatest telepathy masters to ever live, and have matched my own tk against the Throne breaker. Though his was far more powerful, mine was able to be of use."

Turning to the rest of the students he allowed his smile to stretch further into a full grin, "While we wait for the rest of the students that may come, how about a warm up?"

Many whom had first arrived had likely sensed the darkness that surrounded the area, and simply took it for a place of death and despair. But now they would learn why...

Nearest to everyone, save his fellow Master, the graves would begin to shift and turn. Echoing voices could be heard, mere whispers, yet carried through the dark side. Soon enough bodies began to emerge. Some had little to no flesh, the rotting miasma of them being enough to make a battle hardened warrior gag. Others were hardly decomposed thanks to little passage of time. But for every one of the warriors that came to learn, two - in some places three - Undead stood with their arms at their sides.

"Just a forewarning, these guys here, they won't go down simply. Also, this is to learn not to kill, so if you slip up do not expect death." Zaiden called.

Suddenly battle ensued. Driven by their creators urges, they lunged at their nearest enemies.

While they fought, Zaiden glanced at the other master, speaking to him telepathically, You may call me Razor. I hear you are known as Rverence. To some, it was an odd thing to say, but for himself he believed getting to know his fellow teacher to be great for the lessons ahead.

[member="Setzi Lunelle"] [member="Jardo Snow"] [member="Reverance"] [member="Animus Malgus"] [member="Nulgath Zardai"]

(Also, for those who do as I do and use a tag list, you do not have to tag this account and Nerius as they both are myself. I will see either. Its probably best to tag this one however.)

 

[Ras'kala'han]

[member="Setzi Lunelle"], [member="Jardo Snow"], [member="Reverance"], [member="Nulgath Zardai"], [member="Razor Shot"],

Trystis Ray saw them, in the distance and growing worryingly closer. The dead that walked. He also saw the students, Sith all, weaving between them in the dance of combat. He knelt on the soft soil, which was damp with rot. He, too, had heard the call and now stood on the outskirts of the cemetery.

"I suppose I arrived late to the party." The acolyte closed his eyes and cast out the net of Battle Meditation - his inborn talent of the Force. Those allies who touched the shifting, mental image of the battlefield would find their strength bolstered - their reflexes would quicken, and the power of the Dark Side would run deepen their fury.

As he projected this energy, he waited. He knew that a potent Force-user could easily sense such things, but waited to reveal himself fully. That could be left until the problem was dealt with.

 

[Mythos]

"You sure are!" Animus yelled as he sliced the granite off the tombstone with his ignited blue lightsaber as he was getting lifted up. Great! Zombies! Animus thought. He had heard of this power but up until a few seconds ago would have scoffed it as Fantasy. Another undead closed at him from the side. "Not to kill? So, we can't just lop their heads off master Razor?" Animus gruted more than said, as he somersaulted over the undead whose foul stench almost made him gag instantly.
Animus quickly arrived at high ground untouchable as he awaited the masters response. [member="Razor Shot"]

 

[Bolt]

Zaiden chuckled, calling out to his student, "Of course! I meant it as a warning to you! They will not kill you, but you may kill them as you please!"

[member="Animus Malgus"]

 

[Mythos]

"Ahh! Well!. Hey [member="Trystis Ray"], let's play who's the better killer? "
Animus dropped from the high ground slicing one of them in half with a single stroke of his blue lightsaber before darting through the tombstones out of the way, Blood and decayed guts spewed around like a popped puffer. "Think you can top that?" Animus said standing on his toes at the top of a tombstone easily 13 feet high swloly being surrounded by the undead.

 

[Kenrath]

[member="Razor Shot"] [member="Setzi Lunelle"] [member="Animus Malgus"] [member="Nulgath Zardai"] [member="Reverance"] [member="Jardo Snow"] [member="Trystis Ray"]

Vengeance had felt the weird pull and the beacon calling him to a location he was not familiar with. It had been an unusual feeling and one at first he had largely ignored. Since he ascension to a Knight of the Sith he had been getting a lot of off color feelings through the force and everything else. He was still getting used to it.

No it was hearing that a mass of other Sith had also felt the same pull is what brought Vengeance to this place. He slowly made his way closer to the meeting place his steps measured as he picked up something unusual. It only took him a minute to figure out what it was. Fighting and not fighting like the at times spirited debate on Sith Philosophy and actual combat. Vengeance softly cursed as he took off in a dead run towards the feeling.


Once he was within sight Vengeance almost skidded to a stop.

"What the Fething kark is...................."

Instead of stopping Vengeance picked up speed dipping into the force to move him faster and closer. At twenty feet out Vengeance leaped his saber igniting while he was in the air. He came crashing into a group of these whatever they were with a growl a two hand grip cleaving the closest Zombie into two relatively down the middle. Once he landed his grip went one handed and in a reverse grip Vengeance spun a 360 keeping his elbow tucked so as to only hit the zombies around him and not his fellow Sith.

"Somebody want to fill in the blanks here?"

His grip went one hand flipping his saber back into a normal grip Vengeance made a diagonal slash across the chest of another Zombie.

 

[Dr. Xris]

Slightly taken by surprised Nulgath stepped back but only to get more the chance to examine these putrid undead creatures that were birthed from the darkside of the force. The technique was not unknown to him but yet again the epicanthix had never seen this before with his own eyes. The Secrets of such a ability needed to be his, this was decided from the very beginning. As the others ignited there blades to engage in combat, Nulgath clasped his hands together. His shoto saber on his belt would now be given any love today not to lesser creatures.

Extending his hand Nulgath used force push sending the undead by him over to @Vengeance. The undead tumbled back getting up at a moderate rate. Watching one such zombie crawl back towards Nulgath in a sluggish manner made the epicanthix spark an idea. Now was an excellent time to test an ability Nulgath had been wanting to attempt badly. Raising his hands in the air and focusing the epicanthix set his mind on the enviorment, primarily the water in the air. Slowly a thick mist began to rise in the Cemetery. The ability to summon mists belonged to the Witches of Dathomir by nature but knowledge could not be confined to a specific area for long.

With mist rising and the undead walking about Nulgath began to feel chills as something new was added to the environment around him. The scene was beginning to look like a horror flick " It came from Mustafar". Looking over at [member="Razor Shot"] the master who called all everyone to come as he spoke with [member="Reverance"] the emperors wrath. Approaching them both eagerly Nulgath nodded with respect and said " How can this technique be executed correctly? I have read about Tsaiwinokka Hoyakut but I must admit this is the first im seen it in person, It is dreadfully amazing."

[member="Animus Malgus"]
[member="Trystis Ray"]
[member="Setzi Lunelle"]
[member="Jardo Snow"]

 

[GhostOfProtocol]

He was a little interested to see what would pop out of those shaking graves. He expected something horrible, but what he was met with was something he wasn't expecting. Three of them rose, all with their eyes upon Jardo. He spent a moment, watching as they come towards him, learning from each of their movements in turn.

When the first got within arms reach, Jardo slowly unclipped his lightsaber from the utility bely he carried. Bringing it up across his body in the diagonal arch that one would associate with Djem So, he let the blade sink through the chest of the walking corpse. The next corpse fell victim to a lightning attack, and slowly he too fell, only after a good lightsaber shot the head for good measure.

The third walking corpse was proving as issue. He had gotten close enough to Snow then even with the speed advantage he had to work quickly. Bringing his blade up to the Krayt's Eye position, he lunged the blade forward, pulling the blade down as it entered the skull. Slowly he watched, lightsaber back on belt, as the head of the third corpse split in two, parting aside as if cut by a very sharp knife.

[member="Nulgath Zardai"]
[member="Vengeance"]
[member="Animus Malgus"]
[member="Razor Shot"]
[member="Animus Malgus"]
[member="Trystis Ray"]
[member="Setzi Lunelle"]
[member="Nerius"]
[member="Reverance"]

 

[Reverance]

The dead would creep to life, stubbornly removed from the final denoument that life had to offer. He had seen this technique before, used by Matsu Xiangu with considerable mastery. Games, he thought, as cracked his neck and turned towards multiple ghouls forming a belligerent and hungry posse. Holding out his left hand, he paced away from them with a palm turned outward. But where the force would have normally been called it was found absent and negligent. Instead, his hand ripped down to the sheathed scatter gun. Pulling it from the holster, he leveled it at the dead and fired off three rounds. Pump, click, Pump, click, Pump, click! The carapaces of the spent shells landed softly upon sacred ground, smoking and cinder.

Walking forward, he put another two shots into two of the ghouls and with no rounds left, he stomped on the head the final zombie in a display of nonchalant efficacy. Leaning down, he fed more slugs into the weapon and sighed. With a sheath of the weapon, he pulled flesh and ligaments from the arm of a spent ghoul. Piece by piece, like shredded pig, he fed the mouth that resided in the palm of his blackened right arm. The Voxyn Al'Do gulped and shivered at the riveting flavor, a particular trait that most Yuuzhan Vong didn't share. While the others would dispatch their ghouls in their own particular way, Gabriel would stand from the carcasses and find wavering glance towards the break in the clouds.

"It's not really killing, is it, Razor..." He whispered as he looked to [member="Nulgath Zardai"], the hand still feeding as an eye opened to give renewed stereoscopic sight. "I know nothing of the technique, it is beyond my powers." He said unabashed, no longer moved by his inabilities. He had more than enough to make up for such things, the Chom-Huun and Roecnar on his back would make such practices seem folly and wasteful of the effort required for them. But perhaps that was pride talking, his mercenary ways and vengeful proclivities hidden behind a stoic appeal and indifference. As he looked towards [member="Vengeance"], he cracked the knuckles of the well fed arm biot. "Seems you all are here to train..."

[member="Razor Shot"] [member="Setzi Lunelle"] [member="Animus Malgus"] [member="Nulgath Zardai"] [member="Vengeance"] [member="Jardo Snow"] [member="Trystis Ray"]