Azrael
RETIRED
Reports flooded in, assaulting Azrael's senses within the buy'ce at all the commotion above the slave pits and near the Sith Temple. The Mando'ade were prevailing (which was expected) but there was also internal conflict happening with some of the initiates that had just started within the culture. This was disconcerting news, but he could do nothing about that, aside from delegate. There were plenty of other Field Marshals on the planet however, and he trusted them to deal with the things in their arena. His attention needed to be here in the pits, getting the slaves freed, and dealing with them in attempting to get them clear of the planet's Civil war. Ironic title - there was nothing civil about war. The crimson visor shot back to the side as he heard the voice of Bane call out a halt for him, and explain his need to find others in his family.
"Then pull yourself together and focus on that. You start going off in a blind rage again, and I will not pause." He wasn't going to hand-hold the boy. If he wanted to get his family freed, he'd focus on that task, and he wouldn't run off raging at the Graug that were just barely scattered through the complex now. "Let's go you two." He commanded and headed down the next corridor. While he could rip the doors free that he found, the Ripper could open them a lot faster he found. The scans were still made within the confines of his helmet to determine the dead and the alive. Firing slugs into the gates of those that were alive. "The gate opens, you two get them out and keep them moving." Time wasn't a luxury they could afford. By the time he had landed reports were being flooded to the Graug that were attacking the Sith Temple. They were losing their stock of slaves, and despite their insurrection against Daichi, it wouldn't be long until the horde of angry lizard men would be coming back to ensure the continued capture of their prizes.
"Don't lose sight of me or each other. Keep a sharp eye and listen to what I say, and we might just get out of this harran hole alive." Azrael commented dropping the Mandalorian word for hell on ears that'd never heard Mando'a. Such was the case for the Mandalorians though. The language was so ingrained in their minds that it was often hard to separate words they normally used and translate them into basic. Though the meaning was easily evident the further they moved. They were both aware of just how horrible it was in these pits. He didn't waste time though, as he kept moving, putting a slug through the brains of another Graug guard as he rounded the corner. Even sleeping, he didn't trust these monsters to be alive, and continued to open the cages of those he found living. He had already made contact with Jaacyn and was heading in his direction to get these people free from the slave pits and out into the world. There were plenty of transport ships the vode had on this rock to get these slaves to safety.
[member="Bane Rade"] | [member="Anastasia Rade"]
"Then pull yourself together and focus on that. You start going off in a blind rage again, and I will not pause." He wasn't going to hand-hold the boy. If he wanted to get his family freed, he'd focus on that task, and he wouldn't run off raging at the Graug that were just barely scattered through the complex now. "Let's go you two." He commanded and headed down the next corridor. While he could rip the doors free that he found, the Ripper could open them a lot faster he found. The scans were still made within the confines of his helmet to determine the dead and the alive. Firing slugs into the gates of those that were alive. "The gate opens, you two get them out and keep them moving." Time wasn't a luxury they could afford. By the time he had landed reports were being flooded to the Graug that were attacking the Sith Temple. They were losing their stock of slaves, and despite their insurrection against Daichi, it wouldn't be long until the horde of angry lizard men would be coming back to ensure the continued capture of their prizes.
"Don't lose sight of me or each other. Keep a sharp eye and listen to what I say, and we might just get out of this harran hole alive." Azrael commented dropping the Mandalorian word for hell on ears that'd never heard Mando'a. Such was the case for the Mandalorians though. The language was so ingrained in their minds that it was often hard to separate words they normally used and translate them into basic. Though the meaning was easily evident the further they moved. They were both aware of just how horrible it was in these pits. He didn't waste time though, as he kept moving, putting a slug through the brains of another Graug guard as he rounded the corner. Even sleeping, he didn't trust these monsters to be alive, and continued to open the cages of those he found living. He had already made contact with Jaacyn and was heading in his direction to get these people free from the slave pits and out into the world. There were plenty of transport ships the vode had on this rock to get these slaves to safety.
[member="Bane Rade"] | [member="Anastasia Rade"]