Star Wars Roleplay: Chaos

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Winds of Death! (THE HORDE/OPEN)

Ventooine. A quaint little planet. On the surface the wind roared across the mountains, heralding the approach of great drakness. Skyren stood arms folded over his black as night breastplate and hood pulled deep over his masked face. Upon the bridge of an old Action IV transport vessel, he watched in contempt as the winds rustled the sea of grass, casting rippling waves across the land.

Below he could see his target from the view-ports. The citizens were woefully unaware of the chaos that was soon to engulf the planet.

Each vessel had been loaded with a deadly assortment of diseased individuals. Skyren had supervised their packing like sardines. wild animals, Bothans, humanoids, all stricken with a deadly plague that turned its hosts into violently savage beats, who wished only to feed on the flesh of others.

Skyren took one last look and swept back the shadowy cloak raising his open hand high and roraing a simple phrase.

"RELEASE THE PLAGUE CARRIERS, THE SCOURGE IS NIGH!"

At once the remaining Action IVs dipped their bodies downwards to the earth and began to barrel on a crash course outside the massive pyramid temples of the city.
 

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