To Kill A Mantis (Assassination attempt on Preliat)

[Dredge]

The space port Keldabe had settled in for the night, the low purr of starships easing down and their crews leaving to various motels or homes. Everything was relatively peaceful on the eastern front. However that would all change soon, an incoming Mandolorian transport was coming in at a casual pace towards the space port giving the proper clearance codes. It appeared as any normal day, a ship of mandos coming back from an engagement or hunting trip. However inside the ship things were a very different story.

"I want him dead, I want his family dead, I wan his home burned to the ground. I want them all dead!" A holographic image of the Yuuzhan Vong Overlord Dredge was light up in the blue holographic light of a communicator. He wore his massive sith armor and his glowing red eyes pierced through the veil of blue. Dredge eyed the men before him, elite Yuuzhan Vong masker assassins covered in the durasteel armor of POWs from Vorzyd. The Vong bowed before their lord and in unison said

"Yes my lord." The Vong stood up and the image of Dredge cut off the holo receiver. The Vong outfitted with Graug weaponry began to lock and load their weapons of death. This was going to be an easy and sure fire job, the mando they were hunting was a Field Marshall by the name of [member="Preliat Mantis"]. Chances are they would catch him without his armor and quickly engulf and kill him along with any other witnesses. The Vong finished loading their weapons and they waited until the ship touched down into the same hanger as Preliat.

The ship eased in to the empty hanger and the pilot spotted the target. A grease covered mando working on a ship of his own, this would be an easy kill. The Vong put on the infamous T visor helmets of the mandos and were ready. The ship nestled down and whirled down on the other half of the hanger, various boxes and small ships in the way to provide cover for either side. The Yuuzhan Vong lowered the ramp of the ship and stepped out, above in a glass booth the hanger operator looked down to see the mandos step out of the ship, however it would be the last thing they saw.

A Vong wielding an anti material rifle let out two well aimed and powerful booms that blew the hanger operators into red paste. And then it was on. The ten assassins rushed forward spreading out in the hanger, they didn't have Preliat in their sights yet but the assassins moved with their eyes down the sights of their weapons and with a grace of ghosts moving through a graveyard. It was payback time.

VONG ASSASSINS

1: http://starwarsrp.net/topic/12949-harbinger-anti-material-rifle-imperial-series-weapon-system/

3: http://starwarsrp.net/topic/21003-ratteler-rifle-savage-model-weapon-system-purged-submission/

3: http://starwarsrp.net/topic/21001-quaker-smg-savage-model-weapon-system-purged-submission/

3: http://starwarsrp.net/topic/25353-vengeance-battle-rifle-mk-i/

Armor: Standard canon Mandolorian Durasteel armor.

 

[Preliat Mantis]

Preliat hated working on the depths of his ships. The damn engine usually smacked his hands around, so he had to wear his crushgaunts, unless he wanted to come home a cut, bruised mess. Other than that, he was shirtless, wearing only pants. It was hot and humid in the spaceport, even at night. The engines throughout the day and the hangar trapped heat like an oven. Preliat was currently repairing a power coupling that had come loose, and his hands and focus were deep onto his ship's needs. He relied on it, so it made sense to take care of it. However, his head snapped upwards, as he heard two shots. Two loud, quick shots. They weren't any sort of mechanical fault or sound, he was the only one in the spaceport at the current moment. Taking his greasy, gauntlet-covered hands out of the power coupling array, he stepped to a viewing port on the side of his ship.


The Mandalorians, in question. Were not. They did not move like Mandalorians. Mandalorians did not fire their weapons in hangars. Mandalorians did not carry illegal, outdated and unreliable Vong weaponry. He narrowed his eyes. If they wanted to come hunt him, they'd come and hunt him. He sank into the firespray, going down to the weapons storage. Mostly empty. He had a M45, which wasn't going to be very effective against the Mandalorian armor they were wearing, and the weight would be a hinderance. So, he picked up one of his spare Beskar tomahawks. He also strapped a thigh holster for a pistol, and tucked in a Mark II Ripper. It was given to him as soon as he was promoted to Rally Master, and he had scarcely used it. He had little time to prepare or look at the meager amount of weaponry that remained on his ship (had sent it home to be cleaned, as he usually did with the missions or jobs he came back from), for he heard heavy boots quickly moving into his ship. However, the ship was confusing and claustrophobic to those unfamiliar with it. From the sounds of it, he was nearing the first entry hatch- which meant he was directly above him.


He heard the Vong trooper come down the stairs, and Preliat grimaced. He couldn't use the ship's guns, not on the ground. Not the way the Vong were moving, and the way that they were angled. The ship was not meant for ground-based combat, and the weapons were angled as such. So, Preliat laid down, creating a very small target as he aimed his ripper towards the hatch. It swiveled, and he saw a gun barrel poking inwards. Wrapping his crushgaunt-adorned hand around it, he yanked on the weapon, feeling the slight sting as the blade of the rifle nicked his wrist, scraping past the Beskar of his crushgaunt. Nothing serious, but nothing pleasant at the same time. Preliat pushed the hatch upwards with his shoulder, and placed the ripper at the face of the Vong masquerading as one of his brethren.


And blew his brains out in a quick motion.


He knew the other Vong were about, and would be coming for him soon. They'd storm the ship, so he'd have to think fast...


Preliat, meanwhile, activated the super-gravity intruder trap under the guard seats, where at least one unlucky Vong would be stalled by it while searching the ship. He did so by climbing out and quickly slamming a few keys on his engineering console, then heading to the maintenance hatch. He'd have to wait, wait until they came so he could perhaps get an idea if it would be a good idea to come out, or stay in the ship at the current moment.


Preliat was sweating- and it wasn't just because of the work he was doing on his ship.


http://starwarsrp.net/topic/10961-mandalorian-ripper-mk-ii/

[member="Dredge"]

 

[Dredge]

The team of assassins encircled the ship and began to take places in a half circle around it, each Vong spread out about three to five meters from the other. With weapons focused on the ship the squad leader knew it was a bad idea to push into the ship to find Preliat and kill him. They didn't know the ship at all and they could easily get picked off one by one inside of it. So they hatched a new plan, the squad leader pointed to three of his men in a tight cluster by the ship. They were stacked on the door and were ready to move in, the three Mandolorian dressed Yuuzhan Vong looked to their commander and awaited orders. The squad leader lifted his left hand from the rifle then extended and joined his fingers to make an edge. Lifting it up and down in a cutting motion he silently signaled his men to move in, the three Vong nodded and stepped inside of the ship.

It was hot in there, terribly so. The Yuuzhan Vong immediately felt the climate change but kept their wits about them, slowly skimming over the floor the assassins moved like the professional hitters they were. Smooth and without a clunky motion to their bodies, they had a job to do. The first Vong stepped through the threshold wielding the sick bladed Graug SMG, he stepped forward and became pinned by the super gravity field. Struggling the Vong gave a growl in frustration and spat a curse in his native language. The other hit men looked at their comrade and scoffed in frustration. Stepping forward one of the assassins went to free his brother, but before he got to close he heard a creaking sound bellow him. Looking down he saw the barrel of a weapon and took a gulp before Preliat politely removed his head from his shoulders.

The body spurt black blood from the stump, fell over and began twitching on the ground. The other Vong pinned began to struggle more fearing he was next. Lifting his rifle the third assassin fired at the control panels of the ship spraying it with bolts of red light. The console sparked and the first assassin was free. Walking over to his comrade they quickly decided on a plan. Where the second hitter had fallen mando dressed Vong moved over and grabbed a few thermal detonators from his belt. Arming the grenades he dumped them down the hatch.

The two Vong began to move towards the door tossing the rest of their grenades into the ships upper floor. If Preliat didn't want to come out and face them it was fine, he could die in his hole. The assassins moved back and out of the ship, the squad leader outside saw only the two come back. Pointing to one of his men he ordered the sniper to climb up into the operator window. The sniper nodded his head and began to move leaving only eight on the floor of the hanger. The Vong took cover and waited to see the explosion go off, they would get him out one way or the other.

[member="Preliat Mantis"]

VONG ASSASSINS
KIA: 1
Alive: 9

1: http://starwarsrp.net/topic/12949-harbinger-anti-material-rifle-imperial-series-weapon-system/

3: http://starwarsrp.net/topic/21003-ratteler-rifle-savage-model-weapon-system-purged-submission/

2: http://starwarsrp.net/topic/21001-quaker-smg-savage-model-weapon-system-purged-submission/

3: http://starwarsrp.net/topic/25353-vengeance-battle-rifle-mk-i/

Armor: Standard canon Mandolorian Durasteel armor.

 

[Preliat Mantis]

Preliat had to make a choice. Die, or lose his ship. It was, difficult to say the least. He scampered as soon as the grenades fell, and the chemicals within began to arm themselves. He dived into the maintenance hatch, squirming to slam unto the hangar floor. He hit the floor- hard and shirtless, it was jarring and the impact was less than pleasant. He covered his head with his hands, and waited for the thunderous boom. To say that it was loud, was an understatement. The ship was swallowed by molten flames, consuming a large portion of the ship. Stabilizers were blown out, and the ship went down, nearly on top of Preliat. He felt small bits of metal dig into his back, and they stung, but the Wolf remained silent. Following the destruction of the ion cannon, the resulting discharge of the battery knocked the nearby lights out. The only light in the hangar, was now the flames from Preliat's wrecked firespray-class assault ship. Preliat sprawled out on the floor, slowly taking his hands away from his head.


He found that a large, jagged piece of metal was just nearly inches away from his head. He gulped, and gripped the Ripper pistol. Sweat licked his body and caressed his skin, but was evaporating due to the heat rather quickly. Sweating was not an option here, a lot of things could go wrong with sweating. Sheen from it was like a flashlight in the dark. Squinting his eyes, Preliat crawled along the hangar bay underneath his burnt ship, moving silently but quickly. His fatigue pants and simple boots let him be more quiet than his armor-wearing counterparts. Preliat watched as one broke from the group, and he began to crawl. He kept his gun upwards, ready to fire, and didn't drag it. He tucked the Tomahawk on his belt loop, and it was quietly resting sideways on his hip, with the blade pointed away from him.


He crawled into one of the lower levels of the hangar, where mechanics would go under to repair the dirtier, underbellies of ships. He squint his eyes, concealing the whites of them. And, he took a moment to watch. They weren't stupid. Vong weren't usually stupid, just insane. Preliat looked around the mechanics hidey-holes, and saw it- grease. He dug his hands into it, and placed the black oil on his face, around his jawline and around his eyes. It'd be even harder to see him, due to the black grease breaking up the outline of his skin. His darker skin also helped.


Preliat waited until the Vong began to inspect the ship, then moved upwards, quietly as he could. The shadows were his friend now, and he stalked towards the Operator's window. The Vong had barely gotten set up, when Preliat came below the operator window, right below the barrel of his rifle. The Vong pushed the remaining glass out of the way, showering Preliat with small pieces of glass. Most bounced off, but Preliat felt the sting of several small glass shards cutting his body. He remained silent, and waited until the Vong had set up his rifle and began to scope out the area. Preliat stood up quickly, grasping the Vong by the throat. Crushgaunts were not only handy for fixing ships, they also tended to be able to smash throats rather quickly. He didn't need to choke him, just apply a quick exertion of pressure onto him to break his windpipe. He did so rather quickly, and let the Vong fall backwards- admittedly with a heavy thud, as Preliat was unable to predict the thrashing and loud slam that the Vong did. Perhaps he did it to warn his comrades of Preliat's position. Preliat knew what was going to happen next.


He grabbed the sniper rifle, or at least, made an attempt to- it was far too heavy to run efficiently with. As he began to run, he was unaware of the blood that was bleeding from his cuts, though not enough to necessarily warrant him needing an IV, a few drops here and there would definitely give away his position. However, he was unaware, as he began to run...


[member="Dredge"]

 

[Dredge]

The assassins watched the ship go up with a sense of satisfaction, he had to be dead. The resulting explosion had knocked the lights out leaving only the fire to keep the place from being engulfed in darkness. The squad leader stood up and held up a knife hand moving it in a circular movement to assemble the troops on him, he eyed his men and did a head count. They were all there besides the sniper he had sent off to cover them. He should of been in position by now, moving to a commlink the Vong squad leader spoke into it with the thick accent the Yuuzhan Vong were famous for.

"Zero four come in, what is your situation." The Vong said waiting for a reply.

The sniper was in the window setting up the weapon system when the call came in. Sweeping some glass from the window the Vong set the heavy rifle down and was set up. Lifting up his communicator he was about to speak before a massive crush gaunt hand lifted itself up and crushed his windpipe. The sound of a short lives scream and bones breaking rang out on the comm to the squad leader, the target had not been killed and they just lost another man.

Rage came over the Vong at the loss of another of his brethren to this mando filth. He kept it under control and he pointed back to the operators window to fall back and engage the target. The hit squad lifted their weapons and began to push back to the window keeping their eyes down the sights, through the low light fire filled hanger the Vong pushed until they came upon a gruesome sight. Looking down at body of their comrade the sniper's throat was crushed and the man was gone. Looking around the Vong spotted a blood spore on the ground and had a trail.

Fanning out the squad leader put a man on point and had him follow the trail whilst the others took up the rear and flanks. Pushing forward the Vong kept following the blood trail that lead outside the hanger, outside a few civilians were arriving to see what all the commotion was about. A few of them took pictures of the Vong dressed in mando armor, sadly that would also be the last thing they did. The Vong opened fired on the civilian dock workers killing the four men who were in their way. They had to hurry and kill Preliat now, time was growing short.

The Vong spotted a wounded Preliat moving into a storage area where pilots could rent large lockers to hold their gear while on world, it resembled that of a mini storage on earth and besides it was a heavily wooded area. The Vong lifted their rifles and began firing dozens of red bolts of death at the man, they would likely miss as Preliat would likely turn a corner into the area or head into the woods. Either way it was worth taking a shot at him. The Vong kept in a v wing formation and pushed up to chase after him.

VONG ASSASSINS
Kia: 2
Alive: 8

0: http://starwarsrp.net/topic/12949-harbinger-anti-material-rifle-imperial-series-weapon-system/

3: http://starwarsrp.net/topic/21003-ratteler-rifle-savage-model-weapon-system-purged-submission/

2: http://starwarsrp.net/topic/21001-quaker-smg-savage-model-weapon-system-purged-submission/

3: http://starwarsrp.net/topic/25353-vengeance-battle-rifle-mk-i/

Armor: Standard canon Mandolorian Durasteel armor.

 

[Preliat Mantis]

The bolts ripped around him, but Preliat kept running. Their heavy rifles were brutish and poorly designed, but effective at the same time. The heavy red bolts tore the area behind him apart, as he ran into the storage building. He ran quickly, heading between several rows of large lockers. Preliat, as he ran, began to slam his tomahawk on the locks, making it seem that he was trying to hide in one of them. To the Vong, he would have appeared to have stopped in front of one, due to the blood trail from his back. However, his blood began to coagulate as humanoids tended to do, so the bleeding began to slow. It wasn't stopping, but it was definitely slowed. He ran to the wall, bracing a foot on one side, and placed his knee in the corner, hoisting himself up with a few quick exertions of force. After a moment, he was on top of the lockers. He had cut three open, meaning that it would take three Vong at the same time to clear them, or they could all go three-to-one to ensure maximum casualty on him. He took a breather for a moment, and blinked.


Preliat was shrouded in the darkness of the upper level, but not hidden. He laid down after a brief moment, on top of the second locker he had sliced open with his tomahawk. With the war axe in one hand and the ripper in the other, Preliat was in a great position- all he had to do was lean over and swipe at the Vong's ugly head, and watch as the Beskar met Beskar and gave the Vong a nice new haircut, albeit a tad short on the top. Maybe about three or four inches from the scalp too short. He could also jump the other ones with his pistol, but he had to wait to see what the Vong assassin's would be doing. He heard more shooting, and feared the worst.



[member="Dredge"]

 

[Dredge]

The Yuuzhan Vong moved swiftly through the night with the light footsteps of a nocturnal predator. They crossed the boundary of the space port into the mini storage and kept their rifles trained up looking down the sights as the man on point followed the blood trail. The squad leader held up a fist when they entered the storage facility and lowered the antenna on the side of his helmet. Saying in a soft whisper he spoke on his comm to the others

"Go to thermal vision." The Vong nodded and lowered their own antennas, soon after their vision would be filled with the various low shades of darkness and bright hues of oranges and reds. The blood on the ground still showing light up in a soft mustard yellow and the Vong pushed down the open halls to find Preliat. Looking down they saw the blood trail split off into various lockers, however they knew Preliat wasn't in any of them. It was a fact that Preliat had escaped from a burning ship, another that he was running fast and that it was not an average night temperature wise so his body would be hot. The lockers they peered at were cold and grey and did not have any heat signatures going off behind them.

"Stay together, kill him." The squad leader said softly. The V wing pushed up the middle alley and pined up and down at the roofs and storage units. They kept this up until a hot red blob appeared on the roof to their right. The Vong saw Preliat but didn't have a clean shot, grabbing another thermal detonator the Vong cooked it for a few seconds and primed it throwing the beeping ball of death towards Preliat. Following after they light up the blob with torrents of blaster fire, they would flush him out and trace his heat signature once he cleared the explosion.

[member="Preliat Mantis"]

VONG ASSASSINS
Kia: 2
Alive: 8

0: http://starwarsrp.net/topic/12949-harbinger-anti-material-rifle-imperial-series-weapon-system/

3: http://starwarsrp.net/topic/21003-ratteler-rifle-savage-model-weapon-system-purged-submission/

2: http://starwarsrp.net/topic/21001-quaker-smg-savage-model-weapon-system-purged-submission/

3: http://starwarsrp.net/topic/25353-vengeance-battle-rifle-mk-i/

Armor: Standard canon Mandolorian Durasteel armor.

 

[Preliat Mantis]

Preliat's first thoughts of that the Vong needed to work on marksmanship, and the other was that he hated grenades. And he saw the Vong soldier take out the grenade.


He cooked the god damn grenade. Preliat was not in the habit of letting things just roll towards him, especially since he watched the Vong troops switch into the V formation, and went wide-eyed as the Vong cooked the grenade. Preliat made a decision to take a harsh fall, instead of his body evaporating into a nice mist, with hints of Preliat drifting around the storage area. The impact hit his boots first, and he rolled along the ground, minimizing the impact as best as he could. The thermal detonator landed on the top of the storage unit, and Preliat sprinted. The roof was not built to withstand a military-grade destructive device, and the majority of the roof went with it as a large radius of it was literally evaporated.


Preliat watched as large swathes of the roof where he had been came in, heavy steel and drywall rifting downwards onto the Vong, who presumably would move. The lights flashed brightly, due to the sudden surge of power from the lights going out in unison from the damage to the wiring from the roof falling apart. Bracing himself against the wall, Preliat pulled the slide back of his Ripper. He did a round count, including the one in the chamber.


11 rounds.


Preliat had to react quickly, since the Vong would only be temporarily put out of action for a few seconds, if that. Preliat peaked around the corner, and dumped two rounds into the skull of the leftmost rear Vong, the one in the back of the V formation. Then, he began to run. Run like hell. He was fast, very fast. He had an impressive, powerful physique that let him fight Sith and others on equal terms with his armor on, making his muscles like steel cord. He ran into the woods, deep into them. He ran until he was tired, which, given the current situation, wasn't exactly too far, but wasn't exactly near the Vong either. He tucked himself into the cold, snow-covered bushes, waiting. He had stopped bleeding, but now, without the heat of the indoors, and the burning hangar, he wasn't exactly going to be happy about running around without a shirt on in a snowy forest.


How he loathed winter.


He tucked himself into the bushes, and waited.


They were playing his game now, as he tightened the grip on his Tomahawk. They'd regret coming here, to his planet, trying to kill him. He was not just protecting himself, they'd find out about Yasha and Aditya, and they'd go for them too. He would stop them here. They wouldn't get away. He wouldn't leave any single one of them alive.


They'd feel his wrath.

They'd feel his rage.

They'd understand his hate.

They'd also be dead.

 

[Dredge]

The explosion light up the thermal visions of the Vong in bright fields of bright reds and white, it was almost unbearable to look at. Shrapnel and burning rubble blew outwards and the Yuuzhan Vong barely had enough time to get down. Hitting the deck for a moment the Vong scanned the area looking for any signs of a corpse. He might of been disintegrated in the blast but they had to be completely sure before reporting back to Lord Dredge. The Vong spoke among themselves for a moment and began to walk forward at a casual pace, their weapons lowered confident that they had just gotten a kill. And then crap for real again. The back left Vong's head exploded in a spray of black blood and fire, he fell backwards and his black blood pooled around the ground from his bloody stump. His body twitched and the chase was back on again. The Vong fired at the moving Preliat and then watched him take off in a sprint towards the woods. The squad leader pointed his finger at the man and screamed two words.

"KILL HIM!!" The Vong screamed at the top of his lungs

The now seven assassins took off behind him maybe forty yards or so on his tail. The Vong in better condition than Preliat sprinted like Olympic athletes after the gold, they chased him firing deadly blaster bolts the whole way until they made it into the brush of the forest. They had lost him, the mando vanished into the forest. The squad leader spat a curse and roared in defiance, they had to go after him. It was either they all died here or back with Dredge for their failure. So the only natural option of potential self preservation was to push into the forest.

"Reset your thermals we are pushing in." The Vong did as their commander asked and rebooted their helmets giving Preliat a few more seconds to gain ground on them. After a minute the helmets were back in working condition and the thermal vision came back online. Black and grey scattered across the cold wilderness as the snow fell, and various blobs of heat came on the scopes. It was a forest and it was filled with life, they wouldn't be able to tell if was Preliat or not until he got close but at least they knew if a target was incoming.

Slowly the Vong set up in two columns with three meters apart from each other for spacing, and they headed inside the snow filled forest. With their guns raised and eyes down the sights they followed a blood trail Preliat left behind. The only problem was there were multiple heat signatures up ahead and they couldn't be completely sure. The Vong kept pushing and getting closer to the target so they could confirm their target.

[member="Preliat Mantis"]

VONG ASSASSINS
Kia: 3
Alive: 7

0: http://starwarsrp.net/topic/12949-harbinger-anti-material-rifle-imperial-series-weapon-system/

2: http://starwarsrp.net/topic/21003-ratteler-rifle-savage-model-weapon-system-purged-submission/

2: http://starwarsrp.net/topic/21001-quaker-smg-savage-model-weapon-system-purged-submission/

3: http://starwarsrp.net/topic/25353-vengeance-battle-rifle-mk-i/

Armor: Standard canon Mandolorian Durasteel armor.

 

[Preliat Mantis]

Preliat tucked himself into the bush, watching as they came for the blood trail. They were heading for him. Preliat had to think of something, he was still bleeding just minimally enough for a few drops here and there to give away his position. Preliat slowly stood up in the bush, blending perfeclty in the dead of the snow-covered forest. He twirled his tomahawk as the Vong column came close. He was behind foilage, meaning their thermals wouldn't help them much. They were also using black and white thermals, an older, less improved infrared scope, given the current situation. He blinked, smirking as he slowly lingered around the tree, and looked upwards.


The wolf smiled.


He climbed up silently, holding the tomahawk in his hand tightly. Three-man columns. Looked to be about a three-man spread. Preliat pulled the slide back of the weapon, briefly checking to see if there was any debris, before making sure a round was chambered. Tucking himself against the tree, he stood up on the branch, and fired at the front most Vong at the three-man column, two rounds barking at him. Most likely wouldn't kill him. Wasn't the point.


Preliat had spent time in this particular forest, hunting and just generally having a nice, relaxing time running through the trees. He was careful not to shake the branches much, due to the snow falling off of them being a good indicator of his position. He went for the rear-most Vong of the three man column, and was right above him. Preliat jumped down on him, silently. No war cry. No growl. No remarks. He just wanted to slice him in the throat with his tomahawk. He eyed the rifle, however. The long-barreled rifle would do him well in this environment. He recalled the rifle being something called a rattler, or something along those lines.


Preliat narrowed his eyes, closing in for the kill on the unfortunate Vong, who would hopefully be focused on the two shots he took at his friend at the front, who was probably just fine. Preliat's pistol was down to 8 rounds. 8 rounds for a lot of bad guys. He needed to even the odds- by a lot.



[member="Dredge"]

 

[Dredge]

[member="Preliat Mantis"]

The columns kept their heads on a swivel and moved through the snow covered forests crunching snow under them with each step. This was taking too long, the Mandolorians had surly heard what was going on and would send some form of reinforcements. And to make things worse the armor was not going to conceal them from a direct approach, they had the IFF tags of the men lost on Vorzyd. Mando POWs just returning out of the blue to set fire to a hanger and kill civilians, they would be executed on the spot. Or worse, return to Dredge empty handed and be tortured to death slowly. The Yuuzhan Vong didn't fear pain but embraced it as a way of life and meditation, but the things Dredge could do to them was pure unholy evil. So they kept looking for their target, hoping to get a clear shot.

Boom boom

The two shots from Preliats ripper roared out and smashed into the first Yuuzhan Vong masker in the front right column. Hitting his leg first it blew everything off from the knee down, following up was another round that hit dead center of the chest that killed the Vong before he could finish his scream. The Vong fell dead and before the others could even react to it, the man in the back with the rattler's throat exploded in torrents of black spraying blood. Preliat could have a firm grasp on the blaster and take it if he pleased. The weapon had a full energy clip and was primed and ready to rock.

The Vong gave out howls of challenge and reformed to move Into a circle, they began firing up at the trees and in almost any direction the could hoping to hit something. A few rounds would find their way to Preliat but it would be something that could easily be dodged and maneuvered around. The Vong were starting to panic knowing time and environment were now working against them. They were on his turf now and they did not want to draw this out to keep being picked off.


VONG ASSASSINS
Kia: 5
Alive: 5

0: http://starwarsrp.net/topic/12949-harbinger-anti-material-rifle-imperial-series-weapon-system/

1: http://starwarsrp.net/topic/21003-ratteler-rifle-savage-model-weapon-system-purged-submission/

2: http://starwarsrp.net/topic/21001-quaker-smg-savage-model-weapon-system-purged-submission/

2: http://starwarsrp.net/topic/25353-vengeance-battle-rifle-mk-i/

Armor: Standard canon Mandolorian Durasteel armor.

Sorry for the late reply personal stuff

 

[Preliat Mantis]

Preliat moved as the world exploded around him. The sounds alone made him fear the repercussions for failing to find cover, but he had to get the rifle near him. The rifle meant safety. Meant vengeance. Meant a swift end to the foolishness, a swifter end to the Vong assassins. He grabbed it as he ran, as the bolts and rounds tore the forest around him. Snow fell from the trees, creating a haze for a few seconds. Preliat pulled the bolt back on the rifle, pressing his back against a tree. The cold bark itched his skin, and scraped it- but didn't break it. His skin was leathery and tough, much like him. The Rattler rifle, he knew from experience- was unreliable, but effective when it worked. He recalled the distance being a maximum range of about 150 meters, give or take a few. His expertise did not lie within Graug weaponry. He just knew from the briefings here and there.


Preliat peaked his head around a tree, and placed the action against the tree, pulling his body ever so slowly outwards, taking aim at a Vong's chest. Contrary to popular belief or movies or books or games, headshots were not always effective. Medical advancements made surviving headshots more and more likely, and it was also an incredibly small target- and often moved first. The chest though- lots of important parts in the chest. Lungs, kidneys, the heart, stomach, intestines. Those kinds of things made for better targets. Which is why Preliat leveled the rattler on a Vong assassin's chest. He knew that they'd hear him, and be able to pinpoint the shot as soon as he fired- but he could knock one down and move, as long as the rifle held up.


Dredge was evil. Dredge was personified evil. Dredge was evil incarnate, morally unhinged and without a conscious in every sense of it all. Preliat knew little about what led Dredge to be that way, but he chose to believe that he was simply born bad. Preliat however- was rage incarnate. His rage was as deep as oceans and burned hotter than the deepest cores of planets. It was a flame that had grown into an inferno, unanswered and without release. Dredge would feel his wrath. Taking his dead brother's and sister's armor. Taking their Beskar'gam- their Iron Skin. The most prized part of any Mandalorian's arsenal. Preliat would wage war in his armor alone, if need be. He wondered if the Mandalorians were tortured into teaching them how to use the armor. Or if they simply knew. Preliat narrowed his eyes, crouching down, taking one final breath.


His barrel stopped swaying. His pupils became small, like small black dots.


And he squeezed the trigger, aiming at the Vong with the Rattler rifle.


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