Darth Voracitos
Chaos-God of Gluttony
[member="Mia Monroe"]
Voracitos continued to smile gleefully, blood spattered and all.
He held the bars while on his knees, head still tilted, and the grin simply grew. He took one hit, boom! He took two hits, boom boom! Smiling smiling. Good, good, she thought she had him. Let her chase after shadows on a suicide mission, he held a high confidence that was based upon fact.
Pain was felt, but pain was ignored. The flesh things weaknesses were of no concern to the mind it hosted. Out of sheer boredom, a hand slid down his body to caress the new wound in his gut, feeling up for himself the craftsmanship of a Mandalorian blaster in the hands of such a capable woman. There were no organs, just flesh. It was a contraption of the dark side hosting up artificial flesh warped from the reality of some long dead carcass he picked up on his initial visit to Ziost prior to the Mandalorian's occupation. It wasn't anything new per say, not some new species or piece of technology or really anything of significance. It was a golum made of flesh and infused with memory, simple as that. The lizards merely pushed back the effects of outwardly influencing abilities of the force, it did not hamper something contrived of the force, and neither did it push away all connection. The lizard merely made an equal and opposite reaction to any exertion of influence through the force, but it was an outward ability, not something that leeched ones ability to contain it inside them. That same philosophy might be used later, to a far graver extent. But that was later, and here was now.
"Are you done yet?" He asked without care. If she killed him now, than his ship had no reason to hide any more. His fellows had already found themselves within the Mandalorian system, and he had his own secret weapon up his sleeve to keep them organized. Only the right questions would reveal that secret to Mia, as she had already guessed at a secret Holocron within that ship. Luckily for him, it was in no true danger. No danger that he would be concerned with of course.
Voracitos continued to smile gleefully, blood spattered and all.
He held the bars while on his knees, head still tilted, and the grin simply grew. He took one hit, boom! He took two hits, boom boom! Smiling smiling. Good, good, she thought she had him. Let her chase after shadows on a suicide mission, he held a high confidence that was based upon fact.
Pain was felt, but pain was ignored. The flesh things weaknesses were of no concern to the mind it hosted. Out of sheer boredom, a hand slid down his body to caress the new wound in his gut, feeling up for himself the craftsmanship of a Mandalorian blaster in the hands of such a capable woman. There were no organs, just flesh. It was a contraption of the dark side hosting up artificial flesh warped from the reality of some long dead carcass he picked up on his initial visit to Ziost prior to the Mandalorian's occupation. It wasn't anything new per say, not some new species or piece of technology or really anything of significance. It was a golum made of flesh and infused with memory, simple as that. The lizards merely pushed back the effects of outwardly influencing abilities of the force, it did not hamper something contrived of the force, and neither did it push away all connection. The lizard merely made an equal and opposite reaction to any exertion of influence through the force, but it was an outward ability, not something that leeched ones ability to contain it inside them. That same philosophy might be used later, to a far graver extent. But that was later, and here was now.
"Are you done yet?" He asked without care. If she killed him now, than his ship had no reason to hide any more. His fellows had already found themselves within the Mandalorian system, and he had his own secret weapon up his sleeve to keep them organized. Only the right questions would reveal that secret to Mia, as she had already guessed at a secret Holocron within that ship. Luckily for him, it was in no true danger. No danger that he would be concerned with of course.