The Tython Pearl
Golden Company Initiate Draconis
Draconis sat with the Third Cohort as they secured the room. He was outfitted in simple gold painted durasteel armor, a energy shield's faint glow illuminated his frame casting a strange aura from his form. He held his sword pointed boredly towards the ground, his other hand grasped a blaster pistol. He was in maneuverable armor and the energy shield was of the higher end quality. After his last battle with the Golden Company, he had seen the wisdom in purchasing higher end gear. His last battle he was but a simpering youth, now, now he had a fight under his belt. He was by far no seasoned vet, but at least he had killed a man. He was growing tired of waiting, he and the third had sat up here dawdling there thumbs for the past hour whilst the ship erupted into chaos. People charged to and fro and at the sight of the armed mercs they ran the other way, opting to find shelter else where.
Meanwhile Draconis listened to his comrades speak of the conflict over comms. While not so much had happened he still longed to see his enemy driven before him. With his first fight he had found something peculiar out about himself. He found that he relished in the kill. What it meant for him, was a fountain of credits, praise from his comrades, and the honor of another life taken. He wanted to go back to that first day, he wanted to relive it over and over again. So glorious was it seeing the enemy fleeing before him. Undoubtedly his comrades felt the same, but they were worn down with the weight of to many years following orders. He however was still but a young buck. He still had aspirations and he was dead set on becoming Sun Guard. He would prove his worth to their leader, to his comrades and to his enemies... He promised that no matter whatever obstacle lay in his path, it would prove no obstacle at all.
A man emerged followed by a Thyrsian like Draconis's own self. The armor of the Sun Guard was unmistakable on him. He was a warrior tried and true. A veteran of probably more battles than Draconis could ever hope to experience. Draconis stared at the HVT as Khyros delivered him unto the safety of the Third Cohort. His hands grasp on the hilt of his blade tightened and he felt a pit form in his stomach. He would not sit idly by while his comrades took all the spoils and glory! He may have only been an initiate, but he was a warrior all the same! He'd be damned if he was going to miss out on the hunt of a lifetime. On the rapture of battle. He took a spiteful look at his Cohort commander and shook his head. Sheathing his sword he marched out the room and followed in Khyros's footsteps. The Cohort commander put a hand to a comrades chest as he made to reel the young buck back in, but the commander knew, this was to be a bloodying, so he simply let Draconis go.
Draconis made his way through the ships decks, sneering at the cowardice of it's patrons. He was disgusted by them. Surely they knew if the pirates wanted them dead most of them would be so. Still they fled like rabbits with the scent of wolf on the wind. Perhaps they did smell a predator on the wind? For true, Draconis would show the interlopers no mercy. His hand tightened on the pistol and he began to jog down the hall. He spotted [member="Khonsu Amon"] and [member="Khyros Tani"] near the entrance to the Atrium and he smiled. He had begun to worry their would be no kill left for him, no honor. He stared at the pair unsure as too how they would greet him, but confident that whatever the case was, he would have many spoils after the battle was over...
Golden Company Initiate Draconis
Draconis sat with the Third Cohort as they secured the room. He was outfitted in simple gold painted durasteel armor, a energy shield's faint glow illuminated his frame casting a strange aura from his form. He held his sword pointed boredly towards the ground, his other hand grasped a blaster pistol. He was in maneuverable armor and the energy shield was of the higher end quality. After his last battle with the Golden Company, he had seen the wisdom in purchasing higher end gear. His last battle he was but a simpering youth, now, now he had a fight under his belt. He was by far no seasoned vet, but at least he had killed a man. He was growing tired of waiting, he and the third had sat up here dawdling there thumbs for the past hour whilst the ship erupted into chaos. People charged to and fro and at the sight of the armed mercs they ran the other way, opting to find shelter else where.
Meanwhile Draconis listened to his comrades speak of the conflict over comms. While not so much had happened he still longed to see his enemy driven before him. With his first fight he had found something peculiar out about himself. He found that he relished in the kill. What it meant for him, was a fountain of credits, praise from his comrades, and the honor of another life taken. He wanted to go back to that first day, he wanted to relive it over and over again. So glorious was it seeing the enemy fleeing before him. Undoubtedly his comrades felt the same, but they were worn down with the weight of to many years following orders. He however was still but a young buck. He still had aspirations and he was dead set on becoming Sun Guard. He would prove his worth to their leader, to his comrades and to his enemies... He promised that no matter whatever obstacle lay in his path, it would prove no obstacle at all.
A man emerged followed by a Thyrsian like Draconis's own self. The armor of the Sun Guard was unmistakable on him. He was a warrior tried and true. A veteran of probably more battles than Draconis could ever hope to experience. Draconis stared at the HVT as Khyros delivered him unto the safety of the Third Cohort. His hands grasp on the hilt of his blade tightened and he felt a pit form in his stomach. He would not sit idly by while his comrades took all the spoils and glory! He may have only been an initiate, but he was a warrior all the same! He'd be damned if he was going to miss out on the hunt of a lifetime. On the rapture of battle. He took a spiteful look at his Cohort commander and shook his head. Sheathing his sword he marched out the room and followed in Khyros's footsteps. The Cohort commander put a hand to a comrades chest as he made to reel the young buck back in, but the commander knew, this was to be a bloodying, so he simply let Draconis go.
Draconis made his way through the ships decks, sneering at the cowardice of it's patrons. He was disgusted by them. Surely they knew if the pirates wanted them dead most of them would be so. Still they fled like rabbits with the scent of wolf on the wind. Perhaps they did smell a predator on the wind? For true, Draconis would show the interlopers no mercy. His hand tightened on the pistol and he began to jog down the hall. He spotted [member="Khonsu Amon"] and [member="Khyros Tani"] near the entrance to the Atrium and he smiled. He had begun to worry their would be no kill left for him, no honor. He stared at the pair unsure as too how they would greet him, but confident that whatever the case was, he would have many spoils after the battle was over...
[member="Ronak"] I [member="Mav Vohaloveer"] I [member="Kvelduf Ioscyn"] I [member="Roslyn Thorn"] I [member="Nej Tane"] I [member="Aulkren Yoso"] I [member="Amea Virou"] I [member="Sabetha Tag"] I [member="Hira Mitsae"] I [member="Farah"]
