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Warehouse Waltz

Mantorok

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Tun Wala, Arda 2

Maaaaantooooroooook, waaaaaaakeeeeee uuuuuuuuup....

The Chistori's eyes flickered into being, he had been sleeping but not in the conventional ways of perhaps you and I. No, the beast had lost control of his being, his lights were turned off and his body danced to the tune of another. They told him it was the Dark Lord, that he was a chosen vessel but that was all just lies and manipulation to add another brute to the ranks.

What controlled Mantorok was a small parasite that had been slowly penetrating the entirety of the Saurian's mind over the course of years.

The worm was almost finished, soon there would only be control.

Aaaaareeee yoooouuuuu scaaaaaaareeeeed, Maaaaaaantooooroooook?

Where was he? The fearsome reptile found himself standing within a warehouse, blood staining his considerable claws and teeth. Evidently Mantorok had held a party. A violent party.

“NEVER.”

But why was he here? Was this important One Sith business? Was this warehouse full of valuable minerals, or weaponry? The savaged corpses that surrounded him didn't speak of importance. Just casual work clothes, no guards but rather standard warehouse workers. He trundled over to a crate, it was from...well...actually the sender's name was crossed out. Intrigue sparked. What was in it?

The curiosity was too much, there must have been purpose for the One Sith, for his Dark Lord. Claws tore into the crate and out he pulled a....

...Salena Halcyahn action figure?

This both confused and infuriated the beast. The worm had brought him here in the name of chaos. He could hear laughter reverberate throughout his thick skull which caused the beast to toss the entire crate off to the side and into the wall. This, of course caused an eruption of pre-recorded phrases:

“Everyone into the hut tub!”

“I have the moral high ground!”

“Burn them all!”


They came with batteries. Hey, that's pretty cool!

[member="Kalizka"]
 

Not Ordo

Just under the upper hand.
[member="Mantorok"]

Tun Wala, Arda 2

It was a rare thing for the Levantines to call Kal in for, well, anything really, but when they did it usually meant everyone was called, or everyone else was busy. Old grey eyes scanned the report of some form of reptilian causing problems on Arda II. The report said Barabel, but then most locals would nevet know the difference between one reptile and another.

His simple brown and grey robes moved quietly while he walked along his staff clicking rhythmically on the permacrete as he made his way toward the last reported area the saurian was seen. It was odd to say the least that the creature would end up here, far away from most galactic happenings but when the force got factored in weird was fairly common place.

He steps brought him passed a series of warehouses which he would have continued to pass had not a loud crash caught his attention. The crash was loud and followed by silence. He didn't need a written invitaion to know he shoukd probably take a look and see, just in case. He walked closer and heard several woman's voices repeating the dame three phrases and rolled his eyes. When were these smugglers going to stop with the Jedi dolls....it took a real loser to not even consider just selling the blasted things rather than sneak them into the market, must have copyright issues.

Kal walked to the door and saw a small stain of crimson life beneath the door and knew this was more than just smugglers. His gnarled fingers en wrapped the old handle and he slowly pulled the door open enough to walk in. He was not the most active combatant among the sanctum but he had a feeling he was going to have to actually employ some of his knowledge on the subject for once. He looked across the open bay to see a large Chistori playing with a Salena Halcyahn action figure whike bodies littered the floor, steps up to the office, the crates, and that may have been some on the wall...yeah, yeah that's body...yup, messy bloody creature this one.

Kal walked forward and stopped beneath a hanging light and leaned heavily on his staff.

"Having fun?" He asked calmly.
 

Mantorok

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A door opened, and as it did a loud snarl came from the pit of the beast.

He had not come here by his own will, he had not even slaughtered with his own hand. Yes, Mantorok was savage and violent, with a fiery temper and a need to shed blood but he was not a creature completely without reason. I'll be the first concede that if a fight was on the cards then those reasons were very fast and loose but still. Killing at random and without motive wasn't really his thing.

Yet he was here, and there was bloodshed.

There was a great huff of air as the Chistori observed the intruder upon the scene? What was he? A plant? A tree? He was not scared of such a creature! Look, he even had a staff, likely to help him walk! Oh no, the brute looked to the vegetation with a glimpse of mirth in his sickly yellow eyes.

“NO.”

Blood-stained teeth became bared.

“BUT I AM ABOUT TO.”

[member="Kalizka"]
 

Not Ordo

Just under the upper hand.
[member="Mantorok"]

'So angry' Kal thought, 'hate to see his blood pressure.'

Kalizka slid his feet wider by a step or two and leaned on his staff as if he needed to take a break already. Old grey eye looked at the chistori and he wondered if he had remembered to turn off the stove before leaving to come here. His cupcakes would be ruined either way but he would rather enjoy the building not to burn down.

He shrugged his shoulders and smiled a woody smile before he spoke.

"You should brush after you eat." He said ignoring the threatening gesture, "With all those teeth you could get cavities along with your halitosis. "
 

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