First Reply You Die Here

[Thal Mantis]

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THE DEATHLESS
NAL HUTTA | SPACEPORT HANGARS
TAG: N/A
GEAR: Armor, Two Lightsabers

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He walked with purpose. He walked forward, batting away panicked blaster fire. So far, by his estimation, there were no less than three dozen dead Hutt Cartel dock workers and Hutt Cartel slave brokers dead in the hallways and hangars behind him. Lightning scorched around him, unstable, violent. His lightsabers, blue and fast, moved like the snapping jaws of a wild beast in his hands. He cleaved, cut, scraped and bisected his way through the helpless workers. There was none spared from his wrath. They were not all directly complicit- fuelers, mechanics on the slave ships. Not all were guards, but they were there, and they were helping.

That earned them their death warrant.

Thal moved forward, gritting his teeth, screaming. Nothing had stopped him yet- and perhaps nothing would. His rampage had alerted many more to come. Which was his plan. He wanted them to come. He wanted them to die. The Hutts were back, their slave ships full of the helpless, the hopeless and the forgotten. The downtrodden of the universe. He was on one of them once upon a time. He strangled his way to freedom. He clawed, fought, and killed for their entertainment. No longer.

A vibroblade came forward, held by a defender. Thal brought the lightsaber in his left hand, the blade held in a reverse grip. He lashed out with a sweep of his leg, knocking the defender to the ground. Both of his lightsaber blades raised up- and both pierced his chest. He ripped them out, turning to the other defenders- and screamed. The walls shook with his untamed force energy, his rage manifesting in the physical realm around him. He was untamed, unbound, and unhinged almost.

Thal Mantis pushed forward to another hangar, towards the refueling of another ship, a larger vessel that docked not too long ago. Carrying slaves in and hauling slaves out. But he would rip every panel, every wire out from that ship rather than have it take off again. And kill anyone- and maybe everyone that even dared to exist in that hangar that wasn't a slave.


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[Meleena Bloodscrawl]

Wearing: Venture Attire

Armed with: BWE Vibro-Rapier

Objective: Rescue Slaves.

Meleena, coded as the 'older' sister to her adopted brother Nathan Bloodscrawl , was here for much the same reason Thal Mantis was.

The highly advanced Android had caught wind of this particular operation while on business, and had decided to trace it here. House Bloodscrawl despised slavers.

The Android had slipped in in a custom dark crimson catsuit that showcased an extremely athletic figure and was skin tight to allow full freedom of movement. She had brought only a Rapier to aid her in freeing them, and had been silently dispatching guards carefully and quietly to rescue slaves with minimal fuss when the conflagration started by Thal started to reach where she was.

When Thal would eventually burst into the Hangar, he would see Meleena, in the process of sneaking up on guards while they were busy fighting Thal, running them through from behind before engaging some openly. She stayed far from him after decapitation of one guard, the wave bladed sword dripping blood. She was not sure what he was here for, but she was prepared to defend herself if he turned his rage on her. She couldn't hide...he had likely already spotted her killing guards also.

But she definitely wasn't going to be stupid and just walk up to him...