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Dalton
Do I look familiar? It's because I'm the man of your dreams.
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last online Mar 2, 2012 13:54:27 GMT -5
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Feb 15, 2012 20:00:14 GMT -5
Post by Dalton on Feb 15, 2012 20:00:14 GMT -5
The lightening ceased from his fingertips, the horrid sounds of the men screaming cooed from the mercy shots of the medic. The last of the Sith were dead, the three men were safe. For now at least.
"Nothing is fair in war, everything is permitted. Remember that."
Koth lowered his head, eyes closed, and started mumbling in Iridonian. He usually only spoke his native tongue when arguing or cursing. It was apparent with his light tone that he was doing neither. He was speaking to Blazzi, his old master, praying to her in hopes that he was doing her proud. His only true friend in the world. He wanted to honor her memory. Do it justice, was he though? He was still on the fringe with that aspect.
Several loud groans disrupted him from his deep thought. They were moans of agony and pain, with the occasional curse word. Koth decided to follow the sounds and was amused at what he saw.
It was the Sith Lieutenant, he was still alive. Nom's shot had only wounded him with his precise shot to the chest. He was alive, but not happy. Lying on the ground, blood gently rolling from his wound, he was gasping and cursing with every breathe. The wound was harsh though he would likely survive it. Well, he would survive it until he was of no use to the Zabrak. After that it was dictated by the Force if he was destined to live, because Koth wasn't in the mood to help this man.
"Come on, sweet cheeks. I have some questions for you."
Koth grabbed the man by the leg with his good hand and slung him over his shoulder. The disgruntled and pained Sith cursing and groaning from both anger and pain. From the waist up was focused towards Koth's back, leading the irritated man to beat and pound with what energy he had left at the Zabrak's bare back. It was truly doing him no good. The wound had drained him of all his might. It felt light a toddler was patting Koth on the back, Koth didn't even realize what he was doing for the first few hits.
"Let... let me go. Now or... or... or I'll kill you."
"I don't believe you're in any place to be ordering me around. I'm not one of your lackeys and I'm the one that isn't mortally wounded and at the mercy of a Dark Jedi. So why don't you just, um, shut up and stop moving!"
Koth's words didn't help, it actually did the opposite. The angered man dug his finger it Koth's wounded arm and swirled it around, mashing tore muscle and mutilated skin alike. Reacting to this, Koth released both a loud groan and the man. The groan vibrated off trees and echoed through the lightly wooded area. His Sith captive merely fell to the ground, making a light loud on the soft grass.
"That's it, I was going to not torture you and free you after my taste for questions was satisfied, BUT you just seriously annoyed me. Now I'm going to torture my answers out of you and then torture you some more and then I might slowly kill you."
His saber already out, the purple blade reflecting off the man's neck.
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Feb 16, 2012 17:15:26 GMT -5
Post by Lemur, The Kool-Aid Guy on Feb 16, 2012 17:15:26 GMT -5
Nom shifted his weight awkwardly as he watched Koth manhandle the Sith officer, who was still alive apparently. Hardly a surprise given how weak his blaster was.
It was awkward. Yes, he knew the Sith were the enemy and all, but even when injured? It was hard for him to think of the wounded as being enemies, he just thought of them as being patients.
Instead he found his way back over to the wounded pilot in the grass, checking his pulse and his breathing, seeing how he was doing. Quit luckily the answer was stable. His breathing was shallow but regular, and his heartbeat was strong.
Nom picked the man up under the arms and dragged him over to the speeder bike, placing him over the back seat and tying him down with a length of rope that had been wrapped in a coil on the side, luckily.
He walked back over to Koth and nervously tapped him on the non-injured shoulder.
"It's time for me to get out of here. I suggest you grab one of those speeders and sneak into their base, try to grab a ship."
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Dalton
Do I look familiar? It's because I'm the man of your dreams.
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last online Mar 2, 2012 13:54:27 GMT -5
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Feb 17, 2012 15:48:30 GMT -5
Post by Dalton on Feb 17, 2012 15:48:30 GMT -5
Koth began a rather unpleasant and brutal interrogation of the Sith officer. As painful as it must of been it was, on the other hand, fairly simple. He'd ask a question, the Lieutenant would reply with an answer, it wouldn't be good enough and so Koth would hit him and ask again.
To ensure he was being truthful, Koth would repeat the process until he kept repeating the same answer.
It didn't take long to beat what little information the officer had out of him. His face what swollen in several areas of the face, he had extensive bruising to the cheeks and under the eyes, along with a couple severe cuts from the Zabrak's knuckles. That wasn't even all, he was also going to be carrying around a black eye and a rather nasty broken nose. The poor, beaten Sith captive wasn't going to be picture perfect for a while.
All that barbaric, practically torturous interrogation only got a few slivers of information for the officer before he was beat unconscious.
Koth learned that there was a small, essentially outdated, armerant base just a few clicks to the southeast. Where the soldiers were deployed from. It was mostly a warehouse containing the older, outdated equipment ranging from old speeders and cruise ships to useless armor and weapons. It was lightly guarded, less than a hundred soldiers and officers stationed in the 16,000 square foot base.
Still, that was a lot of ground to cover for one man and surely a death sentence if he was caught.
Koth turned and faced the trembling medic. This entire ordeal had taken a toll on him, it seemed as if he wasn't use to the fighting or killing. It was understandable. He was a medic, not a warrior. Perhaps he could be of some assistance, even the pilot could still play a role in Koth's escape.
"I'm not going to sneak, more like waltz in there and claim me a ship. And you're going to help me."
He suggestively placed his good hand on his saber hilt and gave a Force awful sneer. The medic was going to play a key role in this scenario, and the pilot's role was far less as significant. Koth turned back around, looking the officer up and down. Contemplating on if he was a good enough fit in size to Koth. He was a few pounds lighter and a couple inches shorter than the Iridonian, but his armor would work well enough.
"We're going to borrow the uniforms of these fallen soldiers and bring the pilot in as a prisoner. The only person found in the wreckage. We'll then maneuver our ways through the base and to a ship. I'll commandeer it and once we escape I'll drop you off where ever it is you want to go."
He jumped back around, facing the medic, his saber now out and active.
"Or I'll have two captives to bring in. And I'm certain it wouldn't mind if they were both dead."
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Feb 18, 2012 0:15:20 GMT -5
Post by Lemur, The Kool-Aid Guy on Feb 18, 2012 0:15:20 GMT -5
Nom folded his arms and stood between the Zabrak and the injured pilot. This had gone too far, and it was time to make a stand.
"No," he said flatly with a serious look on his face, a gentle breeze ruffling his sandy blonde hair. "Put in the uniform and go yourself. Claim you got attacked by a Dark Jedi and were the only survivor or something. But leave me out of it, and leave this guy out of it. He's been through enough already, and Force knows I have. I'm getting on that speeder bike and leaving. Now."
Nom turned and walked the few steps over to the bike, straddling it and hitting the ignition again, hearing the repulsors start up with a whine.
He took a deep breath and dared to look back over at Koth to see if the Zabrak would do anything to hinder him.
(OOC: Short, sorry. I'm uninspired.)
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Dalton
Do I look familiar? It's because I'm the man of your dreams.
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Feb 18, 2012 12:36:24 GMT -5
Post by Dalton on Feb 18, 2012 12:36:24 GMT -5
Koth stood quiet. He didn't believe the man would stand up to him. Obviously he had underestimated his will power. This was going to be problematic, he needed a body and Koth was going to obtain one. One way or another. The medic may have helped him through this entire ordeal, but that didn't mean he was exempt from angering Koth.
"Leave, I don't personally care. I'm taking that pilot though, whether you like it or not it does not matter."
He threw his ignited saber towards the speeder, the blade glided through the air with such elegance that it appeared almost magical as it barely missed both men and the bike. It was just a warning throw. Hopefully the pilot wouldn't try to do something that would lead to a fight between the two. The Zabrak was tired of fighting. Honestly he was.
Koth started towards the two men, catching and retrieving the saber in one, fluid motion. His mood had fallen from slightly annoyed to angered.
As he approached the speeder and the two men, he raised his left hand and back handed the medic. It was a pretty hard smite, but it wasn't intended to mortally wound or hurt the man. He just didn't want to be interrupted while he grabbed the unconscious pilot and proceeded to carry him towards the Lieutenant. From the previous actions and word choices of Nom, he would of tried to stop Koth.
He couldn't of let it happen.
"After I change, all the previous pains you've had to endure will be no more."
He dropped the pilot down beside the officer and started to unclothe the man. He noticed that the armor was going to be rather tight on him, but it would work for the moment. He started with the helmet and proceeded to work his way downward.
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Feb 24, 2012 22:31:03 GMT -5
Post by Lemur, The Kool-Aid Guy on Feb 24, 2012 22:31:03 GMT -5
Nom Jervada was furious. And that was saying something.
Ever since his childhood he'd ignored bullies, and he'd dealt with thugs. He didn't let them bother him, or distract him from what needed to be done. It simply wasn't in his character.
But when this Zabrak hit him, something changed. Nom had been insulted, and his patient's life was now imperiled. And it was most definitely getting to him, growing under his skin. And he was not at all amused by any of this.
The Republic medic drew his pistol and leveled it at Koth's head. He drew himself up to his full height, not that it was particularly daunting, and he glowered. It wasn't a particularly menacing look, but it was the best he could muster.
"Look here you sniveling coward, you already have a disguise. You already have an excuse. You don't need this guy, and you don't need me. You just want to feel like the big man for messing with helpless people. Well you know what, I just stood up to you. Deal with it! Now let go of that man and get the hell out of here!"
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Dalton
Do I look familiar? It's because I'm the man of your dreams.
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last online Mar 2, 2012 13:54:27 GMT -5
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Feb 25, 2012 15:05:34 GMT -5
Post by Dalton on Feb 25, 2012 15:05:34 GMT -5
Koth drew a hard, deep breath before hanging his head low. He didn't care too much for the medic, but he didn't want to hurt him or potentially even kill the angered man. True his pistol was aiming straight for his head and he wasn't the worst shot, so he was at a slight disadvantage for the moment. Too make it worse, both of his hands were fondling the inside of the heavy, Sith armor trying to situation it correctly on his chest.
If he tried anything, as of right now, then he'd be nursing a hole in his head.
"Yes Nom, you're right about everything. I'm a scared, insecure, little man. It's just that my dad never hugged me when I was younger. He was always too busy!"
Koth was always trying to say something sarcastic, he could hardly answer a question with a normal answer. This flaw did arouse trouble for him, mix that with him being inconsiderate for everyone around him and you had a man who rarely kept friends. In fact, it wouldn't be an understatement if you said he only had one friend and she was dead, so the truth of the matter is that he didn't have a friend. Friends would get in the way, in Koth's head, weakening the individual and that's something the Zabrak didn't want.
"Look here medic boy, put your blaster down and leave. Go back to your base and boast on how you took out a Sith squad and a Zabraki Dark Jedi who had family problems all by your lonesome. Then neither one of us have to die."
Slowly, not wanting the medic to mistake his actions for an assault, he pulled his arms through the openings in the Sith breastplate and bent over to take the helmet off the officer. It was jet black with a few red markings, perhaps it was the ranking system of the Sith infantry, Koth didn't know. He merely slipped the helmet on and turned toward the armed Nom.
"Or we could talk about the entire situation..."
No talking about this, he flung his hands forward and a powerful jet of Force came sprinting out of the Zabrak's hands and went straight toward the medic. Koth would rather risk taking a blaster shot rather than have some stranger tell him what to do.
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Feb 26, 2012 12:42:48 GMT -5
Post by Lemur, The Kool-Aid Guy on Feb 26, 2012 12:42:48 GMT -5
"Yeah, we could talk," Nom confirmed mere seconds before he was blown off his feet and sent flying backwards. His finger found the trigger of course, squeezing it rapidly, but he only got off about three shots before he slammed into a tree, and blackness took him.
He slumped against it unconscious.
Shortest. Fight. Ever.
And he really hadn't been expecting that, though in hindsight it was hardly surprising. Dark Jedi were, well, bad. And this one was no different. It was hardly surprising that Nom developed a certain... distrust around force users afterwards.
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Dalton
Do I look familiar? It's because I'm the man of your dreams.
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Feb 27, 2012 8:52:42 GMT -5
Post by Dalton on Feb 27, 2012 8:52:42 GMT -5
Koth saw the three rounds heading straight towards him, but luckily two were far enough away that rolling to the side was enough to dodge them. One, however, seemed to have a heat seeker attached to the round and traveled right into his already wounded shoulder. This man couldn't catch a break, it seemed, when it came down to blaster fire and his shoulder. He was surely going to need a medic, but the only one he knew was slumped up against a tree unconscious and he definitely wasn't going to him the Zabrak.
His wound would be dealt when later after he managed to escape off this rock.
"See ya around, pretty boy."
The Zabrak's muscled hand wrapped around the pilot's leg and he began loading him up and into the giant, Sith speeder. The metal clanked as him and the unconscious pilot clumsily fell inside. The interior was cold, solid steal and was illuminated red with internal lights. The seat was empty, but in front was an array of buttons and Koth was surely no driver, but he could manage enough to travel to the base.
He sat down in the pilot's seat and began pressing random buttons, after a few minutes he had managed to start the giant craft and head toward the Sith base. What he'll find there was certainly more death, the death of several Sith soldiers and possibly his own. Though the possibility of death didn't worry the Zabrak, but staying on this planet a moment longer than he needed too did.
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