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[Drystan Creed]

OBJECTIVE II

Drystan continued with his experimentation, sending a few more of the leech-fiends flying across the room with well-placed strikes. He paused his assault for a moment, tilting his head as he sensed multiple non-leech lifeforms nearby. Odd—he had figured he'd be the only one here.

A particular cluster of signatures sparked his concern—life forces flickering, dwindling against an oncoming tide of similar entities. A squad, no doubt, being overwhelmed.

Then came the sound of desperate blaster fire.

He had to act fast. Now was not the time to craft theory when others in the immediate vicinity were in danger.

Drystan gave his surrounding foes one last glance before locking eyes on one directly in front of him. That wall behind it—if he hit it right—should lead him to the others.

Immediately, he crouched low, hands raised near his chin as he settled into a stance, legs bending beneath him. His mind visualized the Force flowing into his muscles, drawn up from the ground through his frame. First the legs—coiling like a steel spring. Then the core—tense and ready to transfer that explosive force to the upper body.

In a blur to the untrained eye, Drystan lunged forward and drove his shoulder into the chest of the Lugubraa, slamming it into the wall behind. The duracrete buckled and collapsed beneath the force of impact.

Drystan not only neutralized the creature—he used its body to absorb the brunt of the collision, allowing him to break through without slowing. Rising into the hallway beyond, his eyes locked onto Gavin Restur —alongside a pair of Lugubraa.

One of them fell to oncoming blaster fire, but the other continued to stumble forward.

Drystan closed the gap in a flash, appearing behind the remaining creature. His arms wrapped around its torso, forming a tight vice grip. Then—with a sudden twist of momentum—he launched into a backward suplex, slamming the thing's head deep into the floor and leaving a crater on impact.

With the immediate threat neutralized, Drystan gave the stranger a once-over, raising an eyebrow. He wasn't in Alliance standards—his gear was too unorthodox for a formal soldier. Odd.

"What brings you to leech-country?" Drystan asked, his voice even but laced with curiosity. "I don't suppose you're a smuggler, considering there's little to pilfer in the abandoned colonies around these parts."

Gavin Restur

 

[Gavin Restur]

There was a harsh grit of his teeth together, furrowing his brows as he continued to pull the trigger of his blaster, and continuing to send forth the bolts of yellow. Some shots had landed, but they weren't enough to deter the creatures just yet. He had rested the shaft of his Force Pike on his shoulder in case these two approaching leeches got too close. Though, he'd prefer getting them before that happ--

--his thoughts were briefly thrown off to the wind at the wall to his side being, quite literally, busted through. Out of instinct, he was about to slash downwards at the being that had come through the wall. Initially, he had only seen the body of a leech burst through, and he had thought that he was in some real trouble, if these things were about to start busting down walls. However, he was able to stop himself upon laying his sights on the true culprit of the wall smash, Drystan Creed .

Just as the man's eyes locked onto him, his own locked right back on the other. His own, current appearance was quite disheveled: clothes scratched lightly, with blotches of Lugubraa blood scattered along his attire. But, he was quickly able to determine that the wall-busting man was on his side. Pretty obvious.

His focus returned to the approaching pair of creatures, and his blaster fire resumed. Dropping one of them-- however, just as he had brought his barrel to the other, the man had reached it right before he was able pull the trigger. Lifting a brow as he watched the man lift the leech up, and actually suplex it head-first into the ground.

Watching a man suplex a leech was not something he was expecting to witness anytime soon.

Scanning his eyes around, he would note that the hallway was clear. Letting out an exhale through his respirator's vocoder, as he holstered his blaster. The other would notice that further down the hallway laid some more corpses of the leeches. He's been in a solo battle of his own for some time, before he had gotten close enough for the other to sense him.

["What brings you to leech-country? I don't suppose you're a smuggler, considering there's little to pilfer in the abandoned colonies around these parts."]

"I'd had gotten the hell out of this place by now if I was a mere smuggler, stranger." A moment was taken to point the badge that was displayed front and center on his belt, signifying his allegiance to, and authority granted by, the Galactic Alliance. A simple bounty hunter and mercenary. "Here to help with this whole plate o' problems. Now I'm wishing I didn't bother getting out of bed."

Though, his attention was quickly stolen by the rapid footsteps he heard from inside the room the man had busted out of. Watching as the gathering of leeches who were surrounding the man earlier, had found themselves suddenly no longer surrounding him. Currently rushing towards the hole in the wall he had made.

With a huff of annoyance, he reached down into his satchel briefly. Taking out a good ol' thermal detonator, and arming it. With a chuck of the thermal through the hole, he positioned himself a bit away from said hole. And, a few moments later...

...BOOM. Smoke and flame quickly launched out from the hole due to the explosion. He doubt he got all of them, but it certainly had to have thinned the herd.

"I see you've been havin' your own fun with them, friend." Speaking back over to the man, as he prepped himself for whatever remains of the gathering to come pouring out.