Dark Child
EQUIPMENT: IN BIO
WEAPONS: Lightsaber Pike - Single Blade Staff, Phase-knife
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Jin Kyrel
Gwyneira Vizsla
They had come from the dark of space amid a plethora of ships. The strike poised at a far flung city of Dandoran's surface that promised a great many things. Bodies for the coming times. Drugs for their enjoyment. Supplies to feed their growing numbers. And the Scar Hounds favorite. Fighting. All ripe for the picking on the world they visited it upon.
The ones directing the raid seemed almost annoyed at the giddiness of the Scar Hounds, and the blond settled firmly near the head of the charge.
Her eyes never settling on one of those beings in the same vessel as her for long. The mix of flesh and metal a fascination for her given her limited understanding of the mortal body and how dear it was to most beings. That they underwent such drastic changes to their bodies left her with mild awe, wondering at the levels of fanaticism this group could achieve.
Pups they called themselves, telling her of those that were so heavily modified they barely resembled anything more than a sentient and mobile heap of jagged scrap. Their tones steeped with reverance of one they had held on high. A being known as The Mongrel, who had cheated death and spat in the face of those who used the force in many a fight during his life.
Their stories silenced once they arrived on the planet, waiting for their signal to leap from the belly of the ship and begin their dive into madness.
The Dark Side Being had been unable to hold back the joy filled laughter that filled the air around her. Not after witnessing the sight of these young Scar Hounds throwing themselves headlong into the raid with a fervor she had never witnessed prior.
Like savage dogs upon unsuspecting sheep. The air laden with fear and desperation as the hopefuls with their varied weapons of choice made their warpath through the city. One of the many places planetside that was filled with beings few would weep for if she understood correctly. Beneath the feelings of those that had called this city home, the electrified glee of the Scar Hounds grew with each whoop and holler as they ran riot.
Those more mechanically inclined followed behind the rampage. Peeling away whatever caught an eye for their own to gather and make use of. During all of this, Kurineth reveled in the chaotic mess of feelings. Sipped from each being that slipped back into the living force as her own blade sang alongside the Hounds. The end drawing near now on the second day of this slaughter.
The small knife held in her right hand as if preparing to skin some unknown prey that had yet to appear. Stalking through the marketplace where so many had been caught by surprise in their arrival once more as though the section hadn't already been picked over by countless eyes.
Now being stripped clean for anything that might be useful for repairs, refurbished for something else, or made into a cybernetic of some sort.
The streets were littered with the dead. Those that were either unfit for indoctrination into the rank and file, or simply dead weight altogether. Many had begun to put up a token of resistance against the small horde of fledgling Hounds after the shock and surprise had worn thin. Organization and plans thrown to the wind given how quickly the Hounds had sought out anything worth a fight. The slower and meeker of their brethren following behind with their blades and hands to sort out anything their swifter counterparts had left behind.
Kurineth herself had fought tooth and nail with several Scar Hounds for the glory of a worthy fight. A surprising thing until she pondered on the fact a bit longer. Honor and ascension clearly on their mind as they fought to strike down the greatest protectors to rise up and meet them.
Her unblinking stare combing the streets for anything as she began to reach out her senses through the Force. To sniff out the hiding places the occupants might have come up with in vain hope of survival. A wonder about those Knights that had come with them as she hunted, wondering if they weren't doing much the same. A living beings presence made itself known against the blanket of death that had settled over the surroundings.
The occasional scream of drawn out pain breaking the symphony of burning pyres, grinding of metal, and the hurried footfalls of the hunters that were flagging in energy. Kurineth had yet to tire, had yet to show any sign of wearing thin beyond that of her patience as she stalked towards what might have been a business. The door broken in as her hand ripped the sagging door from its hinges and cast it aside.
"Come out come out wherever you are. Fight and it'll be quick." Her senses narrowing to focus on that presence inside, face turning this way and that as if actually sniffing them out. "Beg, and it'll last forever."
A solemn promise as she basked in the Scar Hounds infectious energy of unrestrained violence.
Her footsteps loud and clear to announce her hunt when another presence caught her attention. Moving fast and directly for her as she paused and wondered if she'd drawn a fool from hiding. To her disappointment, a Pup burst into the doorway behind her. Earning a sharp growl from Kurineth when she spun and held the Phase-knife as if to strike. The only warning the other would earn for trying to snag her prize.
