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[Commander Lusk]

Your Face, My Fist

It was no secret that the CIS and LotF didn't like each other, at all really. Some people would get bored even and decide why not? So rolland decided to create a list of targets that if happened to be in the right area should suffer tragic accidents, doing this upon his own accord the empire was gone and he took this as a challenge to keep his skills sharp rather than dwindle away in the boringness of Star Peace. Accidents like being caught in the cross fire of say a power struggle between gangs on tatooine. So that's where we were, a Templar by the name of kest would be on a planet like this at just the right place at just the right time. So our stage was set, the city of mos eisly was at all but at a full blown riot, the cold desert night light up by torches and blaster fire as two of the biggest gangs of the city were at a full blown war with each other. Everything had gone to plan, weeks of planning. Killing gang members and staging it to frame the rival gang for doing it. Rolland had done it, he had light a match starting a fire cracker sitting atop a powder keg that was inside a fifty gallon oil drum in a gas station right next to a nuclear reactor. The city was ablaze with fire and death as the two crime organizations battled it out, and wherever death came chaos followed. Looting and rioting took place in the streets of the city. And in the midst of it Rolland was there, the seven foot four three hundred twenty plus pound super soldier stood as the chaos around him enveloped the city. Grabbing his arsenal of weapons he was strapped and armed to the teeth. Various grenades from force breakers, his IAS rifle, a FGW5 pistol and one of his personal favorites strapped across his back. The zealot compact sniper rifle and his saber proof knife. Walking through the flames Rolland looked for his target, a Templar. Cocked back his rifle then shouldered it getting ready for what was to come. Anyone could tell that Rolland was not a gang member, he was not a common mercenary, he was doing some spring cleaning for the fringe and if he wasn't a sociopath there would be an honest to god smile on his face. @[member="Krest"]

 

[Darth Ferus]

Tatooine. The planet under Krest's protection as a Templar Knight. It was his duty to find any incursion and deal with it. Suspicious people were easily tracked, especially a fully loaded and armed giant. At first he assumed the man was like any other pirate or thug coming to Tatooine. But shortly after he entered the city of Mos Eisly an explosion occurred. The entire city was in a full blown riot, and it was his job to put the city back into order. He sent troops out through the city, bringing the CIS military into action along its surface. They're job was simple, stop the riots. And that was something they were good at.

Krest on the other hand went after the big soldier. Not a merc, not a Gang Member. A target of interest. He had followed the man up until he set up his rifle. It was then Krest stepped out behind him, leaning on a nearby wall. "You know, if you're going to hunt you should try not to look suspicious." He didn't even wait for the man to turn. He fired his crossbow, stun rounds aimed to capture the man alive for questioning.

@[member="Rolland CZ M1 002"]

 

[Commander Lusk]

Hearing his words, he really should of learned to stay quiet and shoot a man when his back was turned. Dropping like a rock as soon as he heard the words Rolland sensory package screamed duck and cover. Moving into a roll as the shots passed over him Rolland spun around and raised his IAS (Infantry Automatic Slugthrower) and aimed it from the hip. It wouldn't be too hard the man was only a good ten meters away and standing next to a corner. Lifting it still he unloaded a good thirty shots in a spray towards his direction, it was a deadly weapon and it would prove to be a match for the mans crossbow not to mention all the other toys Rolland had strapped to his person. Standing up now it was time to get aggressive with the remaining twenty rounds he had in his clip.

Shouldering his rifle he aimed down the sights and let loose a good few bursts as he backed up from his target a few steps. He had no intention of getting in close with a light saber unless he had to do it. Firing his last few shots the bolt of the weapon locked back and expelled the empty brass fired. Pulling the clip out and throwing it away Rolland locked and seated a new one slamming the bolt forward to chamber his new round. It didn't matter if Rolland didn't blend, he was going to make sure that the knight was the only one who saw him. He remained silent as he side stepped over to see if any of his slugs had connected. It was never that easy so he remained on his giant toes to ready to fight at a moments notice to eliminate his spot of sport.

Rolland was never one for back and forth banter, he found it unneeded when you were trying to kill someone. And that's what he was doing, remaining silent, and trying to kill a Templar that needed to be put down in his eyes. @[member="Krest"]

IAS: http://starwarsrp.net/topic/17871-ias-smart-rifle/

Zealot: http://starwarsrp.net/topic/18052-zealot-compact-sniper-rifle/

Pistol: http://starwars.wikia.com/wiki/FWG-5_flechette_pistol

 

[Darth Ferus]

Krest had instantly slipped behind the wall he was leaning on after he fired. The man was a terrible shot, so he always opted to defense with range. And it proved a good choice. The wall he hid behind was torn into by bullets, and the Templar frowned. He had no idea who this man was, but he really picked the wrong kind of fight. Krest knew this town. Knew this planet. He worked his way around, moving close to @[member="Rolland CZ M1 002"] with ease.

Once there he held out his hands. All of those grenades had one flaw. A pin. And to those that didn't? A button. He yanked each of them out before attempting to push the man back, to set him off balance for the grenades to go off. Shortly after he'd move back through the buildings, keeping hidden. He disliked gunfights, so he needed a way to get in close.

 

[Commander Lusk]

Rolland was a big boy, three hundred and fifty pounds in armor to be exact. Reinforced muscle, bones, and armor made him a very hard force to make stumble. The reaction chip set in his brain quickly caused him to see that his grenades had gone lose and his smart armor that was linked to all his weapons told him as well. Grabbing his vest he ripped it off using his strength. Four point three seconds. That was all the time he had to get those puppies off of him and away. Grabbing it as Krest was hidden Rolland through the vest in the general direction that the Templar had gone. Would it make a boom and kill him? No but it would have enough force to rock the little man's world up a bit. Heck it even rocked Rollands a bit, the shockwave of the explosion pusged rolland back as he tumbled a bit before standing back up. Now he was only left with the ammo pouches around his legs, but that's all he would need to take down the man. Augmentation and superior tech and training made him deadlier than most force users. He was smart, and he knew how to use the tools he was given.

Pulling up images on his HUD of the local security network of the city, he looked through different cams and feeds on is screen. The intelligence chip set in his brain giving him the ability to crunch massive amounts of data. From the near area that he knew Krest was in he looked through the feeds to see the location where Krest had run to and the buildings that he had taken shelter in. He didn't know his exact location but he knew where he was and had a feed set up of nearby cameras in case the bugger wanted to try and sneak around him. Grabbing his rifle firmly Rolland took this as an opportunity to flush him out into the open. The streets were still filled with chaos and people scurrying to get to safety. Backing up Rolland went into the shadows. A scream was heard and Rolland came out dragging a now unarmed CIS soldier trying to stop the riots. He was separated from his platoon and now he was going to pay the price.

"Tell him to come out, scream it." holding up the mans hand Rolland let his rifle hang from his body as he held his FGW5 pistol. He was going to count to five with his fingers "COME OUT PLEASE!" the man pleaded as Rolland broke back the man's pinky. He screamed in pain and would gladly shoot him in the head if @[member="Krest"] did not comply with his wishes

 

[Darth Ferus]

Krest kept his distance from the building. He never stopped moving, getting out of the building and into another by the time they went boom. He kept to the windows, using the force to speed his movements around the area. He wasn't about to get caught out in the open with this man, not unless he was close enough to use his saber.

It was when the man called him out that Krest stopped. He grabbed a hostage. This brought a whole new level to the fight. Krest turned his ring on his finger, frowning deeply. He stepped out, tossing his saber and crossbow to the side. "You're going to let the man go, or I'll crush you where you stand." It wasn't a useless threat. Krest kept his hands out in front of him, watching @[member="Rolland CZ M1 002"].

 

[Commander Lusk]

Rolland remained silent and aimed up his FWG5 pistol at Krest, he had brought it just to kill force users. Switching it to the thermal blast mode Rolland fired three shots at Krest. These weren't something he could block, use the force to TK or push out of the way, these were waves that would cook him in an instant and leave his body a smoldering charred wreck. Firing from top to bottom Rolland aimed higher up for his first shot so the guy couldn't jump out of the way. His second shot he aimed it more towards his chest. And to bring it home the third was aimed at his gear that he had just do casually dropped without securing it.Moving to melt the gear it would be next to worthless to the Templar. It would be a smoldering pile of hot metal. The ball was in his court now, rolland was the superior fighter and if he didn't kill Krest he would at least teach him there were much much bigger fish in the sea.

Swapping his weapon over to the flachete round Rolland aimed it at his hostages head and exploded it in a bloody mess of destruction. No witnesses, picking his pistol back up he locked on to Krest to make sure he was going to get what he had coming. The pistol would be sure to hurt Krest and fry him and if that didn't work then the secondary mode would work just find for Rolland. It either way things went if the pistol hit the warrior it wouldn't be an open casket funeral. He was cold and calculating, he used the force users morals against him.

Whatever morales that Rolland had they died with his brother, now all he wanted to do and see was watch this universe burn underneath him. He would kill the Jedi, he would kill the Templars, he would kill anyone that wasn't going to align to the fringe and now before him. The way he saw things he was just doing extra credit to move up in the ranks. @[member="Krest"]

 

[Darth Ferus]

Krest took the shots. Well, what looked like Krest. The hologram fades as soon as the first shot hit it, breaking through the droids head. A hologram belt attached to the droid allowed it to look almost exactly like Krest. The Zabrak used the distraction to grab his gear before it got shot. Holding his crossbow with one hand he'd fire six more shots, only this time they weren't stun. Bang Quarrels shot out to both men. There was no way he could save the soldier, so he tried to take advantage.

But whether or not he did, his ring activated. He had left it in a close by apartment where it started to transmit a homing beacon. A call for assistance. This @[member="Rolland CZ M1 002"] was causing too much destruction. Time to bring in the Calvary and put him down. Hard.

 

[Commander Lusk]

Grabbing the soldiers headless body Rolland hoisted him up and used him as a meat shield for the incoming rounds. Impacting the dead man's chest they exploded violently sending Rolland flying backwards into the nearby wall of some cheap cantina. Impacting so hard that his massive body left an imprint in the stone, inside his helmet his HUD buzzed and spazzed as some static appeared on the HUD. "Damage Report." he said into his helmet. Flooding on screen a robotic voice came in and spoke to him "Armor stable and at seventy five percent capacity. Weapons system still operating, heart rate and life signs normal." Rolland dropped down from the wall and rolled his neck popping his hardened bones. Holstering his pistol Rolland took a few steps forward to meet his opponent. Grabbing his rifle he inspected it and saw it was well beyond repair, the barrel was warped from the explosion. It was time to get up close with the man. Something that Rolland didn't like to do, but he was bigger and faster than the Templar so he would be able to handle himself

Throwing his rifle to the ground Rolland moved to his shoulder armor and unhooked his sith sword, holding the blade in one hand he moved back to his pistol. In one hand he held his FGW5 and in the other his knife. Lifting his pistol still on tracing mode he aimed it at Krest and fired. Locking on to him the dart rammed outward and exploded in a cloud of shrapnel and death headed right at the man. If connecting the cloud of steel would slice weapons, armor, and his face fairly well. Krest had been proving to be stronger than Rolland had anticipated, he relied on his tricks and tactics rather than being in an upfront fight.

Lifting his pistol up Rolland needed to reload on darts for the upcoming fight that he was about to enter. As he stomped up he loaded a fresh clip into his pistol and kept his knife firmly in hand it would prove to be quite useful for when he got up close seeing how it could block a light saber with ease. @[member="Krest"]

http://starwarsrp.net/topic/11016-derriphans-eye/

 

[Darth Ferus]

Krest kept his crossbow level. He still had no idea who this man was, but the cameras around the area had enough visualization to figure it out. A voiced called out through his ear piece, giving him basic information. Krest only laughed, it sarcastic and horse. Rolland, soldier of the Lords of the Fringe. And here Krest thought they were buddies.

He holds up his second hand instantly, a force barrier catching mot of the cloud of shrapnel. Well, enough to keep him from mortal harm. What he couldn't block cut through, piercing through his armor. He grits his teeth before dropping his barrier and sending the last four shots of his crossbow at @[member="Rolland CZ M1 002"]. Krest moved again after his shots, bursting into a nearby house. He wasn't going to stay in the open, not yet.

 

[Commander Lusk]

Lifting his pistol and swapping it to thermal mode he aimed and fired causing the tips of the arrows to explode away from him. His target was away now, he wasnt going to race in there and attack like a fool. He was better than that, he was better than Krest and there was one thing. He was patient, slipping back into the shadows Rolland disappeared from sight from Krest and security cameras. The city was covered in smoke and fire as chaos still enveloped it. As Rolland made his way out of the streets where they had been fighting he knew how to get out of sight from the cameras how to pick a spot where he wouldn't be seen by local military or police. As he sneaked through back allies he entered a crappy apartment building in the city. This place made roach motels look great.

As he moved up the stairs of the building, the place was pretty quiet, more than likely the people staying here were boarded up pretty tight and were hunkering down for the riot. As Rolland made his way up to the twentieth story he found a room overlooking the house where Krest had gone into. He wasn't sure If Krest was still there but there was still movement inside from what he could see. The distance was about a good three hundred meters from where he was. Lifting up and grabbing the zealot on his back he perched up aiming the compact sniper a good foot from the window so he would not give away his position to anyone. He was hidden, hidden quite well from sight and from any cameras from what his monitor could tell him. All he had to do now was wait for Krest to come out and turn his brain into a pink mist out the back end of his skull. @[member="Krest"]

 

[Darth Ferus]

Krest had never fled. He had been following @[member="Rolland CZ M1 002"] through his entire trip to the building. He kept his movements quiet, never letting Rolland out of his site, but keeping to the shadows himself. If there was one thing he had an advantage with, he could sense Rolland, lock onto him. Twenty stories was quite the hike, but Krest was able to keep up with the cyborg. He loaded only one shot into his crossbow, another of the Bang quarrels, before moving into the room with the man. He fired the shot at the prone figure.

He had his chance to come quietly.

 

[Commander Lusk]

Rolland wasn't prone, he was shooting out of a window. Being prone and shooting out of a window didn't make any sense really, unless your target was dry wall then yes shooting prone would be an ideal situation. He was in a high kneeling position ready to fire on Krest if he popped into his field of fire. But sadly Krest wasn't in the house still, he had been on Rolland's tail the whole time. Even up the twenty floors of the apartment he snuck his way up behind Rolland. Hearing the crossbow lock into place in the dead silence of the room from out the hall he instantly recognized the sound from the memory augmentor in his brain. He was not alone here. He had to move and fast.

When Krest pulled the trigger Rolland dove sideways the arrow impacting the floor where he was. As it exploded it sent him a good few feet crashing against a coffee table, then he heard the next sound. The sound of what an empty crossbow sounded like. This was his chance to take out his target. Quickly as he hit the coffee table he felt his armor take the brunt of the hit and the shockwave if he took another like that the HUD would surly shut down. But he didn't need it to take on Krest. Lifting his rifle as he lay on his back he fired a good five shots from the hip to distract Krest before leaving the empty sniper on the ground. He needed to get up close and finish him. He was bigger stronger and faster than the force warrior and he would rock his world in a melee fight.

Unhooking his knife as he closed the distance with him his blade oozed to taste his flesh. It had a bite to it and would make sure that Krest would be put on his ass from getting hit by it. Taking out his pistol he switched it to heat mode and got ready to fight up close and personal with the Templar. The slick blade shined in the fire and moon light from the outside as he swung it down aimed at Krest's arm to hit his flesh. While his pistol he brought up getting ready to fry him at close range.

@[member="Krest"]
http://starwarsrp.net/topic/18052-zealot-compact-sniper-rifle/
http://starwars.wikia.com/wiki/FWG-5_flechette_pistol
http://starwarsrp.net/topic/17879-zodiac-smart-heavy-dura-armor/
http://starwarsrp.net/topic/11016-derriphans-eye/
http://starwarsrp.net/topic/17882-zodiac-smart-dura-armor-helmet-assortment/

 

[Darth Ferus]

Krest simply chucked his crossbow at @[member="Rolland CZ M1 002"] after he shot, ducking behind the wall. His saber was already in his hand, alight and burning. Rolland was bigger, but he was far from stronger. Krest's body surged with the force, increasing his already impressive Iridonian strength tenfold. Focusing the force in his palm he sends a blast right for the terrorist, strong enough to blow out the walls of this floor. No more messing around. No more playing nice. This Rolland guy was simply going to die, whether from his hand or another.

 

[Commander Lusk]

Swatting Crossbow to the side rolland lifted up his pistol abd fired a shot from heat mode of his FGW5. But for next part he couldnt do anything but take the brunt of it. Rolland's bones were harder than the floors he had survived falls from thousands of feet in the air, he would survive this. As the wall of force hit him he flew backwards but before he got a few meters his HUD crashing system from the hit he crossed his arms in an ex as the rest of the blast flew through him. He was prepared and trained to handle situations such as these. As he hit the ground he quickly stood back up and charged forward at the man.

As he charged forward Rolland fired heat blast after heat blast at the man to keep him suppressed and unable to hit him with a force attack without exposing himself to the blast. No TK could sway the weapon it would pierce his defenses and cook him as he closed the distance with Krest. As he moved forward he could feel his armor start to power down from the hits, the scanners would go offline and he would be left with his comm unit and the ability to deflect a few blaster bolts. As Rolland continued to move forward firing shots he gripped his knife and got ready to strike at the flesh of the mans non robotic arm.

Keeping his pistol in hand he flipped it to tracker mode and brought his knife at the man, aiming to strike him and cut a few ligaments and tear a few muscles if he got the chance to. The force user really had not sustained much damage throughout the fight but if he didn't land a few hits and keep taking them himself he would be in serious trouble. @[member="Krest"]

 

[Darth Ferus]

Krest's armor was shredded from the shrapnel blast just earlier. His skin underneath was cut up and bleeding, but it was the rage he was using that kept him moving. Kept him from feeling his wounds. But it wasn't going to last forever. Krest whipped his saber around, catching most of the blasts on his saber. The rest slammed into his armor. But despite his armor being heat resistant, the blasts themselves at through the cuts in his armor.

Krest grit his teeth as his flesh burned. Good news, no more bleeding. Bad news, pain. The Zabrak grit his teeth before running right at the man, and leaping right over him. During his run he built the force up in both his hands to a critical point, then sent the blast for @[member="Rolland CZ M1 002"]. The blast would send Krest out of the top story window, but he had a place to land. Reinforcements. They had seen the initial blast and flew their way over to where Krest and Rolland were fighting. Krest landed in the side of a LAAT Gunship, it flanked by a total of four more.

"Unload!" All five of the gunships fire all their weaponry at the tower. EMP, Slug, Ion, Disruptor. All sorts of laser fire and missiles slam into the top of the building, essentially destroying it. The gunships continue down, wiping out the entire building. No civilians, just the terrorist who set fire to Mos Isley. Whether or not this man survived, he would be hunted down and killed for his transgression here. The Fringe would pay for his actions or disown him.

Krest flew off in the Gunship, tending to his wounds. The riot in the city was put down. All that was left was to make a report.