Where the streets are wild [GR dominion for Denon]

[Kur-gal Kwaad]

The villip on his shoulder warped as it mimicked the countenance of one [member="Khallesh"] Val in all its scarred, bored glory. The Slayer and his Warriors stood in quiet circle and listened while the screaming in the background continued. When the Huntress cut the transmission, Kur-gal turned to face his group with a wide-toothy grin that reached all the way up to his horns.

“You heard the Commander!”

Some scrambled onto the backs of the Vaghrokka once more, sometimes even two at once, while the rest were picked up by a low-passing Otliq. Together, the raiding party made their way across town, avoiding the looters, the dead, and the fires with the sort of proficiency that can only be borne of extensive experience.

Within a few minutes, the silhouette of the spaceport came into view, haloed by raging flames far off. Even the sky was tinted red, weeping for all the fallen below.

Infidels.

“Approach from the right,” he grunted, lingering at the tail end as he fished for the proper biot in the nooks and crannies of the Kraetos. Something tried to bite his finger only to find that the owner of the digit was far bigger and badder than itself. Meekly, the biot allowed Kur-gal to extract it and shove it into the wound on his arm.

“For the Yun’O!”

 

[Khallesh]

[member="Kur-gal Kwaad"]

As they approached, Khallesh connected into the cognition hood mounted in the command variant of a Yorik-trema she rode in. Awareness blossomed in her mind and the coordinator's plans were instantly revealed.

Fire spitters had failed to make the approach. Too much open ground between them and the spaceport. Instead a group of rakamats - the Yuuzhan Vong equivalent of AT-ATs - were being filled with a horde of chazrach. They would soak up the firepower whilst infantry moved through the pockmarked terrain and silenced the big guns. As soon as the shield generator was down they were to fall back. The vessels would do the rest. No holds barred wanton destruction. The pilots were likely desperate for battle as much as any warrior on the ground.

Raising the hood she stood tall as the transport lowered to the ground. She was dislodged with the rest of her force.

"Advance slow, chazrach to provide cover with chitin carbines with flashbugs," she called. Right now she would have liked some thralls to draw fire. Next time. The citizens of denon would be put to a range of uses.

 

[Kur-gal Kwaad]

They marched steadfastly towards the spaceport. Or flew, for some; the manner of approach had long ceased to matter to the battle-craving horde.

Through the gaps of collapsed, burning streets, Kur-gal would spy another contingent every once in a while, stalking towards their immobile prey with a great bloodlust in their eyes. In every gesture, in every step, the need was ever-present, spurring them all on.

The glorious war machine. He was once again reminded just why the Yuuzhan Vong so readily believed Yun-Amon when he coaxed them with promises of never ending battle. It was practically their dream come true.

Scowling at his people’s gullibility, the Slayer pressed on, towards the shield generators.


[member="Khallesh"]

 

[Khallesh]

[member="Kur-gal Kwaad"]

Khallesh caught sight of the monstrous Slayer at one point. She idly wondered how his bulk didn't get filled with blaster bolts during any given engagement.

As she carefully picked her way through the rubble, she saw a bright flash ahead. Instincts honed through training, but given a headstart through genetic manipulation over the millennia had her down in toe debris in a flash. Repeater fire lanced over her head, cutting a swathe though the buildings.

"Second level of that building!" she cried. "Chazrach!"

Several reptoids obliged, running out into the open to draw fire and return it with flashbugs loaded into chitin carbines. The homing bugs closed on those windows, some detonating just outside, others within. The repeater now only fired intermittently. The advance continued and for the very reasonable cost of five dead reptoids.

 

[Kur-gal Kwaad]

A few bodies barreled past, torn to shreds and caked with black and red. They slapped against a near wall, splattering the Warrior contingent with what remained of their fluids.

Kur-gal wearily wiped the blood and brain matter from his face, studying its viscous glint as it trickled down his claws. “They bleed.”

And bleed they did, in generous rivers down the sloping streets, leaking their life onto the merciless ferrocrete that lapped it up just as greedily.

The dozen creept towards the generator up ahead, flattened against the ruins of what used to be a school. Though armed to the teeth and seething with pent-up rage, they were all surprisingly quiet – even the looming mountain of a Slayer at their rear – and so the stressed, ill-prepared and woefully outnumbered watchmen didn’t notice the group until it was far too late.

Streaks of red and green raced through the air, let loose by panicked fingers seizing up in terror.

Netherworld was empty, and all the devils were here.

[member="Khallesh"]

 

[Khallesh]

[member="Kur-gal Kwaad"]

Khallesh took the stairs three at a time. She could hear the soldiers above, screaming in their clicky language. They were preparing to retreat. They knew their position was compromised. They should have fallen back soon.

With the high firing position and open ground they had held the advantage. Now the Yuuzhan Vong warriors had made it inside, under the cover of chitin carbines, the tables had turned.

Chazrach were remarkably useful beasts. They would hold position and provide covering firing and didn't have honor to lose by staying out of the fray. The first soldier appeared. Khallesh darted to the side to try and throw his aim off, but he held some kind of spread weapon.

Shot hit her all across her chest and took her from her feet. A second shot was fired and hit the warrior behind her, throwing him back down the stairs. The group came down in an unceremonious heap at the base of the stairs.

Some very choice words were said as Khallesh picked herself back to her feet. She felt her own warm blood seeping from several wounds where the shot had avoided the plates of her armour.

She had to give that move respect, albeit grudgingly. Leaving a point man at the top of the stairs with a powerful shotgun. She wasn't about to be caught out twice however. She uttered a silent prayer as a blast bug wriggled into her hand. It wasn't often one could be caught out so badly in war and live to learn from the experience.

 

[Kur-gal Kwaad]

They were about five minutes in, and their group had been reduced to a bloodied half-dozen Warriors, clawing and biting their way through the thick of melée.

There had been an ambush; the remaining soldiers inside had been expecting them, and were well prepared to deal with the incoming force. Kur-gal and the few that acted as the rearguard had survived simply because of their positioning, while the rest of their contingent had been reduced to a fine red mist by the dubious courtesy of a thermal detonator.

The thing had also melted the blast door, and so the remnants of the attackers were caught between a rock and a hard place as reinforcements poured from the outside.

Well, it was really more of a trickle, to be honest, but even a few men were enough to cause them trouble. The Dragon, being as tall as he was, drew most of the enemy fire while he did his best to stay behind cover, granting the rest of his team a chance to flank the enemy and cleave into their lines with a few well-aimed blast bugs.

The resounding explosion threw the foes against the metal of the bulkhead, and with a few wet, cracking sounds, they slumped back down, unmoving.

“We need to breach the door,” the Slayer slowly spoke as he exited his cover. “We need to breach the door and blow up that damn generator.”
And his fighters were more than ready to obey.


[member="Khallesh"]

 

[Khallesh]

[member="Kur-gal Kwaad"]

The blast bug clearly found its mark. There was a hot, white flash of light. The shotgun, with a hand still attached to it, can bouncing down the stairs. Khallesh would have liked to finish that human off by hand, but this result would do.

She bolted up the stairs, ahead of the others. Though this time she kept a razer bug in her free hand and her eyes firmly on the route ahead. Only moments later she launcher the bug as two more soldiers leant out from behind cover. Foolishly both swung their weapons at the buzzing creature. A Nang Hul was a psychological weapon every bit as much as the infidel ordnance. She darted between the two.

With her arachnostaff curved like a scimitar from her hand she swung the shortened blade back and forth. The first strike cut deep into the soft flesh of the neck. Pivoting around her hips and striking again she took an arm off at the shoulder.

She continued forth whilst her squad finished the job. At the end of the corridor she found them not fleeing, but setting up the repeaters on the opposite side of the buildings, facing back towards the generators. Why would they attempt to hold against an overwhelming force?

As her group cut down the last defenders with ease, she strode to the window and found out why. She saw Kul-gar and his contingent fighting for every inch of ground towards the generator. These two repeaters would have put them in a crossfire and mown them down. If they had held.

Bold move. Khallesh could respect that. But then again, no one truly respected a loser.

"Fire jelly, destroy the weapons. Chazrach along these positions providing cover. The rest of you with me and to the generator!" she barked. Soon more razor bugs, launched at extreme speeds by chitin carbines would cut through the air and force any remaining defenders back into cover.

Khallesh pushed her men to charge on ahead, trusting the Chazrach to spot any threats from their elevated positions. It wouldn't do to miss the final part of this battle.

 

[Kur-gal Kwaad]

He felt more than heard more of his people join them, mired in combat as he was. Every gesture, every breath was a tightly controlled and carefully exacted action, because one wrong move, and he’d end up gracing the streets with his guts splayed open along with the hundreds of others who had perished today.

And while Kur-gal certainly considered himself faithful, he was no longer so sure he wanted to die for his Gods.

The Warriors around him didn’t share his lack of conviction. They rushed instead headlong into the fray, aggressive and bloodthirsty, yet never reckless. That, you see, was the great mistake of assumption that their enemy always made. They thought the screaming attackers rash and foolish, and were consistently proved wrong when the amphistaves bathed in their warm spraying blood.

One such spectacle was taking place just outside the thick blast door to the generator, where the last of the guards were holding out. Their armor was cracked, caked in black blood, and even scorched in places where the explosion from the thermal detonator had scored it.

But they weren’t going down. The Slayer could respect their fierce devotion to their goal. Perhaps in another lifetime, they would be reborn to their true calling with the Yuuzhan Vong.

Eager to help them along the way, the towering man barreled into the trio from the side while his main force kept them distracted. He tackled the first human into his companion and flattened them both into the ferrocrete, breaking his landing as he did. The last soldier, slow to react, was too late in his pivot, and received instead a mouthful of sharp teeth to the neck when the Slayer launched forward.

The path now stood cleared of adversaries for Commander [member="Khallesh"] Val. His goal was fulfilled, his foes’ thwarted.

Such was war.

 

[Khallesh]

[member="Kur-gal Kwaad"]

The Yuuzhan Vong refused to maintain any understanding of how the more complex infidel machines worked. The Warriors did anyway, the Shapers claimed the same, yet all turned a blind eye to their experiments with machines as the results they yielded were appreciated by all. Jun Phaarth would happily spout endless heresy to Khallesh when she was in the mood and explain how shields and hyperdrives worked and how they designed their organic weapons to compensate. Khallesh knew now that she did so to try and elicit a reaction.

The Warrior’s approach of ‘smash it until it breaks’ could be classed as learning. Certainly they’d learned over the years which bits tended to break the whole machine first. Whilst Khallesh kicked a prone soldier repeatedly until he stopped moving – it was inefficient, but after months of no combat it certainly felt good – her group started very quickly dismantling all the right components and planting firejelly on the tops of the computers. The temperature inside the generator started to raise as lights started to switch off.

Eventually her villip buzzed and it was reported that the shields were down. Dried black scabs pockmarked her armour where that shotgun had found the gaps. There was far more scarlet adorning her chitinous carapace.

Chest heaving, coated in blood, she made no attempt to hide how much better she felt from a good few hours of violent exertion as she walked past Kul-gar. The sound of approaching coralskippers was growing louder every moment.

“Time to go,” she barked.

 

[Arage Bao]

Location: Denon, Iseno Sector.
Allies: [member="Khallesh"] | [member="Kur-gal Kwaad"]
Objective: Destabilization.

Their hands are so strange.

Even after all these years of moving amongst the humanoids their hands creeped him out. They had no sharp talons or claws at the end of the tips, the skin was so soft and squishy that even a neonate amphisnakelet could puncture it and all of that doesn’t even mention th-

“Hey Daniel, buddy. How you doing?”

Darzu looked up from his contemplation and came face-to-face with horror incarnated. See, after all these years of service the Yuuzhan Vong infiltrator had a basic understanding of the roles humans played in society.

There were a ton of roles, of course.

But Jim here was the classic example of man’s sisyphusian struggle. It was pure madness: repeating something over and over and over again, thinking that the next time would be different.

That the next time would be a success and balance out all the previous failures.

“Hey, Jim. She say yes yet?”

“Nope. Punched me straight in the face this time.”

A blink, before Durzo frowned slightly and studied the big bruise welling up on Jim’s face.

“You don’t say…”

But the Yuuzhan Vong couldn’t really blame Jim for it all. The humanoid hormone drive was a straight-up schutta and there wasn’t much these poor things could really do about it, well, except allowing themselves to be subjugated and regulated by an Embrace of Pain. That wasn’t for everyone though, he supposed.

They exchanged some more pleasantries and then Jim decided to walk off for his own cubicle.

‘Daniel’ returned his attention to the paperwork in front of him. See, that was the entire thing about infiltration missions. People thought it was all fun and games and excitement, but the truth was far different from that. It was like… 87% paperwork, 8% tedium and a whooping five percent of excitement if you were lucky.

That later number got inflated a lot these days, sadly.

Ah well.

The scribbling continued.

 

[Khallesh]

[member="Kur-gal Kwaad"] [member="Durzo Qinvah"]
Objective: Vongbellion

The shock of the impacts reverberated through the ground. Khallesh kept walking calmly, the faintest smile that graced her lips the only sign that she was aware of the destruction behind her. Denon's largest spaceport was rapidly being reduced to slag.

Something else brought Khallesh to a halt. A voice whispered in her ear. Her expression hardened, before her lips curled up in a sneer.

"More ships approach," she relayed. "From the direction of Sith space. We should probably be leaving. But they have also found out that a Republic delegation is visiting a Jeedai temple."

Her arachnostaff's tail quivered, sending the change in its master's demeanour. This time she turned to Kur-Gal.

"Have you ever faced a Jeedai in combat?"

 

[Kur-gal Kwaad]

The tallest of the group watched with no small amount of pride as fire and molten rock licked greedily at the structure ahead. The support was slowly and surely sinking into the pool of scorching heat at its base, courtesy of Yaret-Kor. These, in turn, were reducing their immediate surroundings first to rubble and then to nothing, consuming every resource they could get their figurative hands on.

When the word ‘Sith’ echoed around him, whatever hint of a smile Kur-gal carried quickly disappeared. Instead, his expression turned grim, brilliant eyes flashing with inner turmoil he hid so well.

Sith.

He ground his fangs, directing the maelstrom of emotion to the outlet of violence. Soon.

Turning to fully face the blood-covered Commander, the Dragon smiled a toothy, unsettling smile.

“Oh, yes.”

The man had been a slippery one, bouncing around the arena as if he were running on three different drugs at the same time.

It hadn’t saved him from a leg cloven in half, of course. Kur-gal glanced at his blade with at the fond memory, shifting his fingers against the anxious grip. The edge was yearning to taste infidel flesh once more, eager to plow into the warm meat and bathe in their redness.

“Shall we do it again?”

[member="Khallesh"] | [member="Durzo Qinvah"]​

 

[Darth Ophidia]

Objective: RISE, REBEL, RESIST!
Location: Personal ship orbiting Denon.

"The Republic brings nothing but enemies to our doorstep, all the while bleeding our taxpayers to fund their own expansion. Why should we enter their war?"

The speaker's green eyes moved from the recording device for a moment as she let her question sink in. She flicked a strand of smooth, black hair behind her ear with a twitch of her head before she parted her unpainted lips to speak once more. Judging from her character, she had served in the military. The way she carried herself gave an element of authority to her words.

"There are many systems who thrive on their own, untouched by the warmongers of our age. The Republic offer us security, law, order, but they have lost territory left and right. Their foes are dark and terrible creatures. To invite the Republic is to invite the wrath of their enemies. And for what? Freedom? We were free before the Republic came. Security? Look to Contruum. I swear to this day the mud is red with blood."

Again, she stopped and turned her head down. Letting silence punctuate her words while she drew a shaky breath and regained her composure. Her eyes glistened with tears she refused to shed.

"While they say they will end corruption and stop the criminal syndicates, they bring us into a war on something far worse. We can deal with out internal problems, but we do not need this war. They say the One Sith claim all of the Galaxy, that there is only a matter of time before they come here. They say we need to stand together to face the darkness. Perhaps it is true, divided we fall, but looking at the score, I have no faith in the Republic. The security they offer is false."

The holotransmission cut and the entire ship powered down to darkness. The woman exhaled, rubbing the tears out of her eyes. As she did, the colour of her skin faded from a dusky tan to an ashen grey. She pulled the black, very lifelike wig from her head, exposing the scarred and hairless head underneath. Her aura of military authority melted away into something far more sinister, and as her hand removed itself from her face the persona had changed entirely. Where once a concerned citizen had stood, there was now Darth Ophidia, the Aspect of Death.

"Did the transmission go out? You are certain it will not be traced?" A string of binary chatter came in reply and the Sith Lord nodded. "Sufficient."

Darling, her droid, came towards her with a tray. Upon it was a kettle and a cup of steaming tea. Ophidia plucked the cup and smiled at her droid before turning her attention back to the planet below. It was indeed much like Coruscant. One could almost mistake one for the other. She brought the tea to her lips and inhaled the sweet fragrance. The inhale then returned as an exhale, sending ripples over the surface like little waves on a a little ocean. Do you hear the people sing? She drew a sip from the cup and let the flavour fill the cavity of her mouth.

Ophidia's ship, a Phasma Class Infiltrator, was cloaked in its stygium system and drifting on its own. Within, Ophidia had subdued her presence, as she was wont to do. Soon, the fires of revolution would cleanse Denon.

"Darling, take us down, Quietly if you please."

 

[Arage Bao]

Location: Denon, Iseno Sector.
Allies: [member="Khallesh"] | [member="Kur-gal Kwaad"]
Objective: Destabilization.

Daniel was a recently transferred junior investigator within the Denonese Law Enforcement Agency. This mostly meant that instead of handling his own cases, he got assigned to certain senior investigators to aid them in their cases, this was probably an attempt to give him more experience, until he could take up his own cases solo.

Of course, he had already solved three out of four cases the same day he was assigned to them, but that was something he kept on the downlow.

Popularity wasn’t gained by sniping the ‘victory’ from your seniors.

So Daniel kept quiet about it all and laid out little hints during the investigations, hoping that Jim would pick up on them along the way. It worked out for everyone, really. Jim got his accolades from solving cold cases. Daniel had a lot of free time which he spent on digging through backorder paperwork - on the surface-level that did not seem as much of a reward, but the things that were in said paperwork.

Ah, the things in the paperwork.

See. There were a lot of ways to destabilize a government. Usually you had to combine different things at once: Khallesh and Kwaad had the whole terror-bloody-rain territory locked down, and that left Durzo with the more… subtle approach.

For instance the release of several highly sensitive documents that would all point to corruption within the law enforcement-branch.

When the general populace can’t even trust their police? Well, that was the beginning of the end, no?

Durzo signed one more paper and then climbed out of his chair in pursuit of the archive room.

Beginning of the end indeed.

 

[Khallesh]

[member="Durzo Qinvah"] [member="Kur-gal Kwaad"]
Location: Heading to Jedi temple
[member="Mantic Dorn"] and anyone who might defend the temple

Another nod, a hint of a smile that he shared her enthusiasm. "We're heading there," she called into her villip, loud enough for all to hear.

"The rest of your full force is being deployed. Orders are to leave no Jeedai alive."

Khallesh acknowledged the order before turning back to Kur-Gal. "We're to leave none alive. Almost a shame," she mused. That probably warranted further explanation lest he report her to the priests. "In a galaxy of helpless cowards, brave and skilled opponents are such a rarity. I almost feel we should cultivate them just to give us a worthy opponent at times."

Especially when I've been starved of true battle for so long, she thought to herself. "If only we could afford to be so self indulgent."

Khallesh headed for the transports, wondering what they would find at the temple.

 

[Miss Blonde]

Location: Orbit
Objective: Return to the surface and protect investments
Allies: Republic/The Black Tie Syndicate
[member="KeCholo"] [member="Keira Ticon"]


With her escape from Johnny Law, Miss Blonde was due for a celebration seeing how she had pretty much conquered the criminal underworld in one swift move of taking the boss man's laptop and had downloaded the priceless dirt on every gang on the planet. So as the woman sat there in her seat looking down at her new price of a laptop she had rejoined Black Tie ships that were just outside of the system waiting for her to pick up.

With an ice cold piña colada in one hand and the other typing up priority lists on the planet the woman received an urgent ping on the screen. It was that the planet was under attack by what seemed to be the Yuuzhah Vong, and that caused Blonde to be rather disgruntled. The power armor crushed the little coconut drink in her hand causing the drink to spill along the ground and dribble along the floor.

It was time to go back and kill the crap out of some edge lords and monsters.

[media] https://youtu.be/RKS-r3w83vk [/media]​

Bursting out of hyperspace a few dozen drop ships filled with Black Tie enforcers, mercenaries, and other criminal scum were loaded up and armed to the teeth to take care of the problem that was the infestation on this planet. In one of the middle drop ships Blonde had a very simple job, rally up whatever gangs were left across the world and unite them under one banner to surge forth and crush the enemy occupants. Without them they weren't going to get far.

But that's where Keira and KeCholo were for, they would take the mercs and enforcers that numbered just over a hundred or so and fight off who they could while Blonde United who she could.

The drop ships broke atmosphere and landed outside of District twelve just a few klicks from of all the fighting and Jedi temple where the Vong seemed to be heading.

"As long as everyone knows what they're doing handle it! I gotta go do my end! Good luck and if things go more sideways call me!" and like that Blonde was off to go and unite what gangs that hadn't been wiped out in the District Twelve raid.

 

[KeCholo]

Location: District 12
Objective: Repel the Yuuzhah Yong
Allies: The Black Tie Syndicate, who are allied with the Republic

The cavalry arrives...

[member="Miss Blonde"] was right, the Black Ties only numbered a few hundred. But, her allies Battlewell Security and Arms were in the process of unloading a massive invasion force a few clicks outside of District 12. This huge unloading was overseen by Ke'Cholo and General Douglas Houston. Douglas was a former ally of the Techno union who, like many others, defected when the Union tanked and fled elsewhere. He also brought with him several thousand men, he was in fact a high ranking general.

Douglas and Ke'Cholo observed the offloading of the troops from the mass transports. Ke'Cholo glanced over to the General, who kept his title since Ke'Cholo promoted him on arrival, he too was smoking a cigar. The Duros spoke up to the older gentleman.

''I'll move my men into District 12 and sweep it. You stay outside city limits and kill the ones we push out, you'll also man the artillery....as planned of course.''

''Ain't my first battle, K. I got this.'' he replied shrewdly.

Ke'Cholo wasn't offended at all, this was simply the general's attitude. Had this been another man, Douglas would have probably chewed him out.

Looking out over the troops, Ke'Cholo observed them and saw they were ready to march into the city. He blew an air horn and the chatty troops turned towards him. Ke'Cholo didn't expect to use most of these men to fight, rather a show of power to rustle the gangs into action.

KE'CHOLO'S ARMY

Spoiler

Several thousand Urko Jetpack soldiers
Several thousand Urko Rocketeers
Seveal thousand Urko Machine gunners
Several squadrons of Urko Tanks
Several pieces of artillery
1 Mass Driver Battery shot at the ready

 

[Sal Katarn]

Location: Phantasma-class Infiltrator
Ally: [member="Darth Ophidia"]

In a darkened corner of the room, just behind the mistress' left shoulder, stood a Mandalorian aegised in the iron of his people. Red, to honor the blood of his forefathers. Black, for the justice he would bring.

Sullen features hid behind faceless helm. Darker still were thoughts beneath skull.

* * *​

Five days past​

"Why go, Kade? The Sith are no better. A treacherous breed."

"And yet they do not disguise their treachery, vod. As do the Republic dogs."

"This is for her, isn't it?"

"A contract is a contract.... but it was not Sith who deprived mother of life."

"But it was Sith who slew your grandfather."

"And those Sith are now ash in the crater of Kaas City. Do not ill wish vengeance. I do this for her as much as the clan."

"Very well, cease such dark talk and let us feast before contract is taken."

* * *​

​

The shuttle shook as they entered atmosphere. Kade's fingers grew tight around the grip of his rifle.

"Soon."

 

[Valintyn]

Location: Jedi Temple
[member="Khallesh"] | [member="Durzo Qinvah"] | [member="Kur-gal Kwaad"]

On the steps of the temple sat a diminutive creature. Brown fur naked but for a strange cap and a pair of gauntlets, his short feet dangled over the edge of a step and kicked idly, as children are wont to do. Back and forth, back and forth, humming a little ditty as he did so.

A smile lay plastered on chubby features. Rounded ears wiggled with cute delight at the sound of approaching shuttles.

"Ah, my friends, my friends," he muttered, though none could hear, nor cared.

After all, what could a little Ewok matter? Even one with dark links of chain draped over his lap. A strange ursine, no doubt, but little more than a curiosity, no?

Oh, minus the unabashed aura of darkness that cascaded from his body like chill wind through forest pines.

"My friends, my friends," he chattered again, to no one and everyone. "Do you know?"

He fished a paw into a satchel sitting beside him and drew out a ripe, red fruit. Warok bit into the skin, relishing the way the ripe juices flowed into his mouth. Mmm, scrumptious.

"Gods of death love apples."