Revenchent
Dungeon Master
The message Calico had left to [member="Zandra Fenni"] was a short one.
Cyar'ika, I'm sorry I've left so suddenly. Something has come up. Verd lives. I swore on the day that Galaar died that the moment he showed his face, I'd put him back down. He can't be allowed to live. Try not to mind Bluejay--I know you two haven't met. She's sick, but she's an old friend. She can help with Corrin.
I won't be long. I love you.
Isley Verd's castle was an eyesore in Calico's opinion. In truth, it was likely a gorgeous citadel with elegant halls and breathtaking views every-which-way. To the former Grand Marshal, it was a sign of the di'kut's vanity and deception. Isley Verd would die today. He might have slipped through the fingers of the Protectorate, the CIS, the Fringe, and the Republic, but he would never escape the Tal'verda.
The beast could not be allowed to draw another breath.
Calico had surmised that Verd would eventually return to his former abode. There was too much history for the Mandalorian turned Sith Lord to stay away. People were sentimental, and Sith or not, Calico knew he valued his history. Cal had made a point to leave no window for error.
Half of the complex had been rigged with detonite primed to his voice command. A single sentence, and the castle would start to rumble. It was insurance--he knew Isley vastly outclassed him. Force dead or not, Calico could never hope to take down a Sith Lord head on by himself. He had to cheat.
That was why he awaited half a click away, his belly pressed against a flat rock. His Deece was propped up against his shoulder, the DMR attachment ready to punch a hole through Verd's beskar arm0r. Within the main entrance, Calico had left half a dozen of the small probe droids Jedi used to train their young. Their weapons were of a much higher caliber than the training drones, though he doubted they would pierce Verd's armor.
Their purpose was to harry him, and so long as they did their job, Calico would have a clean hit. He didn't plan to just pop Isley in the back of the head. He was going to wound him, make this an even fight. Then, he would drive his vibroblade through the di'kut's stomach.
It would be slow, messy, intimate, and painful; all of which [member="Isley Verd"] deserved and more so. There he awaited, waiting patiently for the liar to show his face. He could wait days if he had to.
Cyar'ika, I'm sorry I've left so suddenly. Something has come up. Verd lives. I swore on the day that Galaar died that the moment he showed his face, I'd put him back down. He can't be allowed to live. Try not to mind Bluejay--I know you two haven't met. She's sick, but she's an old friend. She can help with Corrin.
I won't be long. I love you.
Isley Verd's castle was an eyesore in Calico's opinion. In truth, it was likely a gorgeous citadel with elegant halls and breathtaking views every-which-way. To the former Grand Marshal, it was a sign of the di'kut's vanity and deception. Isley Verd would die today. He might have slipped through the fingers of the Protectorate, the CIS, the Fringe, and the Republic, but he would never escape the Tal'verda.
The beast could not be allowed to draw another breath.
Calico had surmised that Verd would eventually return to his former abode. There was too much history for the Mandalorian turned Sith Lord to stay away. People were sentimental, and Sith or not, Calico knew he valued his history. Cal had made a point to leave no window for error.
Half of the complex had been rigged with detonite primed to his voice command. A single sentence, and the castle would start to rumble. It was insurance--he knew Isley vastly outclassed him. Force dead or not, Calico could never hope to take down a Sith Lord head on by himself. He had to cheat.
That was why he awaited half a click away, his belly pressed against a flat rock. His Deece was propped up against his shoulder, the DMR attachment ready to punch a hole through Verd's beskar arm0r. Within the main entrance, Calico had left half a dozen of the small probe droids Jedi used to train their young. Their weapons were of a much higher caliber than the training drones, though he doubted they would pierce Verd's armor.
Their purpose was to harry him, and so long as they did their job, Calico would have a clean hit. He didn't plan to just pop Isley in the back of the head. He was going to wound him, make this an even fight. Then, he would drive his vibroblade through the di'kut's stomach.
It would be slow, messy, intimate, and painful; all of which [member="Isley Verd"] deserved and more so. There he awaited, waiting patiently for the liar to show his face. He could wait days if he had to.