The Arrival [Myrkr]

[Dredge]

Planet: Myrkr
Location: Black Site Prison
Time: 2300

A lot of people never got second chances in life. Most people didn't have things like the force or Sith Lords to bring you back from the dead. But even with that there were limits, you still had to deal with everything in your life, you had to go on knowing you weren't good enough. But the one thing people could never have was a completely new universe, filled with people, places, an infinite amount of differences where nobody was the same from where you came. This was what was happening at the moment.

Dredge had fallen here in the courtyard of the Mandalorian prison. Killed by [member="Strider Garon"] and [member="Preliat Mantis"] the two Mandalorian field marshals who were now either dead or missing in action, two people that would not be able to stop what came next. Ever since the events Akala had brought upon the galaxy opening up portals to the nether the barrier between space and time had gone from a wall to what seemed like silly putty. It stretched and eventually if you pushed hard enough, something would get through before the void healed itself. This was the Mirrorverse, an alternate dimension where things were quite different. An emperor ruled and rebellions raged, but overall it was home to someone who was cast down in that realm.

Dredge. The once feared Yuuzhan Vong Supreme Overlord of this galaxy had faded into nothing, into a bedtime story where most people didn't even know his name. But there were still those in the galaxy he had destroyed, entire planets that still felt his wounds, families across the galaxy that would no longer be whole. Why the Mirrorverse took Dredge here was unknown, but perhaps it was the calling, the calling of the armor that lay within the mud beneath the courtyard.

A single armored claw burst out of the dirt like a zombie exiting the grave, it quickly turned into a fist and soon a rumble could be felt beneath abandoned prison courtyard. A rumble that carried forth and turned into a massive explosion of force energy that sent mounds of dirt flying in all directions until a single shape was left standing in a crater beneath in the center of the courtyard.

"I am beyond my failures now, I am beyond those who have struck me down and cast me out, I have arrived." Dredge said as he looked up at the jungle sky.

With various long black tangled dreadlocks flowing out from the helmet the Yuuzhan Vong rolled their neck feeling the power of the armor course through their veins. He felt the power of Sith Lords and emperors, he felt the rage of the dark lord of the Sith, the last Sith Emperor to ever walk the galaxy.

Holding out his hands the demon focused in and felt the powers of the twin darkside nexus' flow through him. Energy built up and power began to overflow from the cup that was Dredge.

"Burn it! BURN IT ALL!!!" Dredge said with maniacal laughter exiting his mouth.

This was not the Dredge the galaxy had known, this was Dredge of another time, a Dredge who had been cast down and gone mad in the sewers of the capital, a Dredge who wanted to destroy everything and everyone for his revenge. Mad laughter continued to echo out from the Vong's mouth as the darkside swelled around him and power gathered in waves.

 

[Grozurra]

[member="Dredge"]

Planet: Myrkr
Location: The Black Site Prison
Time: 2300


Grozurra had felt a disturbance in the force. A darkness that felt to be reaching out to him from Myrkr, a world usually cold and dead to those accustomed to the sensation of the force.

It was for that reason that Grozurra had traveled to the planet, following the pull in the force that lead him to stand among a field of tombstones. Each and every body laid to rest below Grozurra's armored boots had been an enemy of the Mandalorian Clans. Still, the force pulled him to one grave in particular. He could feel it... a stirring of darkness just a few meters below his feet. Something in the dark, moist earth shifted and moved. A hand thrust forth from the grave. Moments later an explosion of burst forth from the ground, sending chunks of moist earth flying in all directions. Grozurra stood still, frozen by the sight.

"ZOMBIE!" Grozurra yelled out loud, the translater in his helmet changing his natural tongue into Basic. As the zombie began cackling madly to himself, Grozurra pulled the trigger on his bowcaster and fired a round at the creature's head.

When fighting zombies, you always aim for the head.

 

[Dredge]

[member="Grozurra"]

Waves of fire and energy began to pulse off of Dredge, excess power that was pulsating off the powers of the dark side Nexus. Cackles and bellows of mad laughter radiated from the manic that was Mirrorverse Dredge and he was very wrapped up in the moment to the point where he didn't see or hear what came next.

There was a shout of some word and the discharge of a weapon, and the mad Vong had only the slightest second to look over to see what came next. Passing through the waves of energy diminished the bowcaster shot but there was still one thing to remember, it was a bowcaster. If there was one thing it had, it was energy to spare. So the plasma bolt pushed through the field of the force and slammed into the mad villain's helmet.

A very loud smack echoed off the prison walls and Dredge went flying backwards by at least a meter before his body hit the ground. Not a great way to start off your trip to another dimension but then again who really set the standard on that. There was black for a moment and then that began to grow into red, a pure rage induced red that would consume everything within it. All that power that had been gathered, all the energy stored up the dark side had built up would be unleashed.

Like the undertaker getting up from their back the villain shot straight up at the waste and the wookie Mandalorian would see the black scorch mark on the helmet where the bowcaster had hit. Smoke drifted off it but the armor of the Sith emperor held against the wookie weapon.

"Diiiieeee." The Vong said in a blood curling manner of slowness as if devil himself had uttered it.

The power drawn from the dark side began to explode around the wookie. Like a symphony of grenades going off normal pockets of air began to explode in bright flashes of red and fire. As if the wookie were stuck in a middle of a frypan cooking popcorn.

 

[Grozurra]

[member="Dredge"]

Grozurra's Bowcaster was not the typical variant used by his kind. His was more... ancient. Instead of firing energy bolts, Grozurra's weapon held a clip of 12 grenade-tipped bolts that were fired via an actual string propelling them forward. So, as explosions of concussive force rocked the armored wookiee, knocking him to his back, the grenade sticking to the Sith-Zombie's helmet exploded in a flash of energy and concussive force.

Granted a lull from the repeated explosions that rocked his body with concussive force by whatever reaction the Sith-Zombie was having due to the grenade on his face, Grozurra gathered his senses enough to activate his Beskar'Kandar's thruster systems. The Wookiee's armored back bounced against the ground as he gained distance from his opponent. Three more pulls of the trigger sent a trio of bolts racing towards the Sith-Zombie.

If head-shots were not going to kill it, perhaps Grozurra had to sever its limbs... Like Dead Space. Or maybe he had to shred its torso, like Halo.

Either way... Shooting it more was definitely the order of the day.

Grozurra pulled the trigger a fourth time for good measure.