[WotC, GA] The Husks of Titans

[Tubal Sahon]

With the press of a button, the image of the warlord appeared before his Khan, listening to what Thraxis had to say before speaking himself.

"I had not expected you to be so craven, Khan Thraxis.... But your cowardice is not unfounded." The warlord's ship shook as turbolaser fire began to impact its shields, the generator straining. Tubal's hologram would blink out of existence for a brief second before its blue glow would flicker back into reality. Tubal's eyes would meet Thraxis' own, attempting to pierce the man's very soul.

"You must understand how important these planets are to us, Thraxis. I want your men to ensure your escape at the cost of your lives. The only reason that you are to retreat is if defeat is guaranteed and your men are falling at your feet! But that will not be necessary. As soon as the pests up here are gone I will move my forces planetside and assist our warriors personally. Do you understand, Thraxis?"

More blaster fire rocked the Carnage frigate. With the press of a button the flickering hologram would not return. With a fierce bark, Tubal ordered his fleets to aim towards the carrier before them. He had wanted to talk to whatever was captaining it to..."convince" them to leave, or rather dominate their minds until they did so, but it seemed that they were not as receptive to diplomacy as he had hoped- nor did he know a Jedi was commanding it.

"All ships, forward assault! Do not let them pick us off one at a time!"

the carnage frigate, known as the Cairns rattled again, but not from the incoming fire that was depleting its shields, but rather from the Mass Drivers that fired upon the Hero of Courscant


[member="Cathul Thuku"] | [member="Thraxis"] | [member="Causstik Rahn"] | [member="Audren Sykes"] | [member="Jowarr"] | [member="Ajira Cardei"]

 

[Causstik Rahn]

Causstik Rahn and his forces moved through out the ship. Laser fire raced overhead and Causstik took cover with his squad. "ALL UNITS RALLY ON ME!," His forces were scattered throughout the ship. The drop pods had peppered the hull with seeming no real intent, but due to the Great Hunt's positioning they all landed on the upper deck. Slowly they would encroach on the bridge. Causstik was determined to find the captain and finish her...

Causstik charged the enemy head on. Blaster fire pinging off his phrik armor. He threw himself at their lines and and multiple alliance men toppled beneath his weight. He swung voraciously with his phrik clawed fist. Impaling enemy after enemy. Disemboweling them. Then he raised a gore covered wrist and began hosing the enemy with liquid fire. Men screamed as their skin blistered and peeled, then fell to the floor as charred husk. "GRAHAHA!" Causstik laughed, his voice like gravel.

He entered a frenzied killing spree that seemed unstoppable. Excited by the blood the voices began to roar in his mind. Kill. Kill them all. Causstik withdrew his 8 gage sawed off and blew a mans leg in half. He fell to the floor screaming in pain. Causstik ended his misery with a quick curb stomp to the head. Someone shot him in the back. Causstik turned to face the fool and loosed another shot from his scattergun. The mans head exploded in a spaghetti bowl fashion.

Causstik exited his frenzy at the realization that all the enemies were dead. The hall lay strewn in gore. Blood like rain dripped from the ceiling. It all pooled on the floor leaving a lake of coagulant. Causstik was approached by a squad mate "Sir, first squad is almost to the bridge," Causstik wasn't far behind them. "Let's move," He growled.

[member="Cathul Thuku"] [member="Ajira Cardei"] [member="Audren Sykes"] [member="Jowarr"] [member="Thraxis"] [member="Tubal Sahon"] [member="Raph Thule"]