The undead thralls rushed in first, and the pack was more than happy to allow them to take the frontline. They were rather expendable, so having them take the biggest risks made the most sense. Lorag formed up behind their undead shield line near Janius and Kaleeth, while Meesei stayed behind them with spells ready to attack when either of the shield lines broke, or to defend them against arrows. Aside from perhaps the ebony-armored skeletons, Meesei did not expect the thralls to be a more effective force than the mercenaries, and they likely would not have been were it nor for Neesa's influence.
Hal-Neesa was standing just behind her skeletons, deflecting arrows with barely a motion and a thought. She reached out a hand and charged into it a kind of magic Meesei had never seen.Her hand glowed red as an ominous power swept the area, bringing with it the same fog that surrounded the xanmeer. Even as they were fighting the thralls, it was easy to see that the fog caused a certain fear among them. From there, she unleashed a bit more of a destructive force. Like Meesei in the previous battle, she fired bolts of lightning into the mercenaries' ranks, but unlike Meesei, the lightning she used was intensely powerful, to the point that if it did not kill the target outright, it would send them to the brink of death. The bolts arced into others around the target as well, injuring them similarly. With each spell she fired, she cut a hole in the mercenaries ranks, and once they saw the damage she was dealing, they started to scatter despite their commanders' orders.
Instead of a structured battle between two opposing forces, the fight quickly became a disorganized brawl. The mercenaries' shield line broke, allowing the pack the opportunity to attack. Even so, Meesei remained close to her pack so that they could overwhelm anyone they had to fight and, more importantly, search for Fendros and Ahnasha.
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Name: Xan-Rhu-Tor
Species: Tiss'shar
Gender: male
Affiliation: Bounty hunter employed by the Empire
Appearance: http://img2.wikia.nocookie.net/__cb20061105173912/starwars/images/thumb/b/bd/Tiss%27shar_UAA.jpg/140px-Tiss%27shar_UAA.jpg
Equipment: Normally, he wears only a tool belt about his waist and a bandolier across his chest, but for a cool world such as Belona, he also wears a simple heated vest with a leather appearance. His weapons include a DL-44 XT blaster with a modified grip, a vibroblade, and a few thermal detonators and sonic grenades.
Background: Like most who were alive at the time, the Clone Wars had a profound impact on Xan-Rhu-Tor's life. He was only twelve years of age at the time, so after those close to him were killed as a result of the war and he found himself alone on Nar Shaddaa, he had to survive on his own. Xan's species, the Tiss'shar, were known for being two things in the galaxy: savvy businesspeople and skilled assassins. Since a young orphan on the Smuggler's Moon had little opportunity for the former, Xan was forced to pursue the latter. For years, he barely scraped by in the unforgiving metropolis as a laboer while he practiced and honed his skills.
As it turned out, however, Xan was quite a fast learner, so it only took a few years before he was ready to take on his first bounties. Other hunters were quick to dismiss the young reptillian, but it only took a few jobs before they took note of his talents. He gained a reputation as being a natural with a blaster and blade alike, with lightning-fast reflexes and good intuition. He was described as lighthearted and prideful most of the time, but intimidating when it came time for business. As his reputation drew attention to him, however, he decided to save up enough for a ship, then move on from Nar Shaddaa. He disliked the attention and notoriety; he just wanted to do his job in peace.
In general, the reputation of bounty hunters in the galaxy is not a positive one, but Xan would not consider himself to be as depraved as the average person would assume. Most of the time, he does what he can to capture targets alive, which generally rewards a higher bounty anyway. As well, he tends to stick to government bounties instead of those posted by criminal elements. As a pragmatic individual, he believes that capturing outlaws is a sort of public service. He of course opposes the heavily pro-human policies of the Empire, but even so, there have been a few Imperial contracts he could not bring himself to avoid. In each case, he has been able to report success, so he eventually attracted the attention of the governor of the planet Belona, which was in the sector he had been working in for a while. The job paid well, and though he couldn't quite place it, there was something about it which interested him, so he traveled to the planet to meet with this governor himself.
Species: Tiss'shar
Gender: male
Affiliation: Bounty hunter employed by the Empire
Appearance: http://img2.wikia.nocookie.net/__cb20061105173912/starwars/images/thumb/b/bd/Tiss%27shar_UAA.jpg/140px-Tiss%27shar_UAA.jpg
Equipment: Normally, he wears only a tool belt about his waist and a bandolier across his chest, but for a cool world such as Belona, he also wears a simple heated vest with a leather appearance. His weapons include a DL-44 XT blaster with a modified grip, a vibroblade, and a few thermal detonators and sonic grenades.
Background: Like most who were alive at the time, the Clone Wars had a profound impact on Xan-Rhu-Tor's life. He was only twelve years of age at the time, so after those close to him were killed as a result of the war and he found himself alone on Nar Shaddaa, he had to survive on his own. Xan's species, the Tiss'shar, were known for being two things in the galaxy: savvy businesspeople and skilled assassins. Since a young orphan on the Smuggler's Moon had little opportunity for the former, Xan was forced to pursue the latter. For years, he barely scraped by in the unforgiving metropolis as a laboer while he practiced and honed his skills.
As it turned out, however, Xan was quite a fast learner, so it only took a few years before he was ready to take on his first bounties. Other hunters were quick to dismiss the young reptillian, but it only took a few jobs before they took note of his talents. He gained a reputation as being a natural with a blaster and blade alike, with lightning-fast reflexes and good intuition. He was described as lighthearted and prideful most of the time, but intimidating when it came time for business. As his reputation drew attention to him, however, he decided to save up enough for a ship, then move on from Nar Shaddaa. He disliked the attention and notoriety; he just wanted to do his job in peace.
In general, the reputation of bounty hunters in the galaxy is not a positive one, but Xan would not consider himself to be as depraved as the average person would assume. Most of the time, he does what he can to capture targets alive, which generally rewards a higher bounty anyway. As well, he tends to stick to government bounties instead of those posted by criminal elements. As a pragmatic individual, he believes that capturing outlaws is a sort of public service. He of course opposes the heavily pro-human policies of the Empire, but even so, there have been a few Imperial contracts he could not bring himself to avoid. In each case, he has been able to report success, so he eventually attracted the attention of the governor of the planet Belona, which was in the sector he had been working in for a while. The job paid well, and though he couldn't quite place it, there was something about it which interested him, so he traveled to the planet to meet with this governor himself.
Ssarak Dyreackthanose
It had been quite a long time since Ssarak had been in an inn. It was before he joined the college, when he was still finding work as a mercenary in human towns and cities. He got just as many looks from the patrons now as he did then, though thinking about it, he could hardly blame them. After all, an eight-foot tall Esyire, armed and fully armored apart from the helmet in his bag was not a normal sight. Luckily, those same traits made it unlikely that anyone would confront him as long as he kept to himself. The pleasant scents of seasoned meats and soups in the air tugged at his mind and reminded him of his hunger, but Meirin's well-being was on his mind at the moment.
Given that Meirin was an armed individual with a Human-Naga hybrid in tow, Ssarak had no trouble finding her among the patrons. The chairs at each of the tables were clearly not designed for someone of his stature, so he simply walked up to Meirin's table and stood beside her, looking down upon her and Lyn. "I took Alaira to the local physician. He agrees that she has blood sickness, and he seemed familiar with the condition. He agreed to a reasonable price to care for her for the night; I believe she will recover by morning. After that...I believe we will need to exchange some words. For now, though, I am ready to help with the rune. I recall the basics of how to use one, though it may take a few hours to complete the healing, given the apparent extent of your injuries. Shall we use one of our rooms?" He asked.
It had been quite a long time since Ssarak had been in an inn. It was before he joined the college, when he was still finding work as a mercenary in human towns and cities. He got just as many looks from the patrons now as he did then, though thinking about it, he could hardly blame them. After all, an eight-foot tall Esyire, armed and fully armored apart from the helmet in his bag was not a normal sight. Luckily, those same traits made it unlikely that anyone would confront him as long as he kept to himself. The pleasant scents of seasoned meats and soups in the air tugged at his mind and reminded him of his hunger, but Meirin's well-being was on his mind at the moment.
Given that Meirin was an armed individual with a Human-Naga hybrid in tow, Ssarak had no trouble finding her among the patrons. The chairs at each of the tables were clearly not designed for someone of his stature, so he simply walked up to Meirin's table and stood beside her, looking down upon her and Lyn. "I took Alaira to the local physician. He agrees that she has blood sickness, and he seemed familiar with the condition. He agreed to a reasonable price to care for her for the night; I believe she will recover by morning. After that...I believe we will need to exchange some words. For now, though, I am ready to help with the rune. I recall the basics of how to use one, though it may take a few hours to complete the healing, given the apparent extent of your injuries. Shall we use one of our rooms?" He asked.
Sorry for the short post. I've just been writing since I got home and am pretty exhausted.
Since they now knew exactly where they were going, it was not long before they neared the settlement. Lorag stopped them, informing them that they were about as close as they could get without being detected with all the undead soldiers they had. Meesei spoke up to ask Hal-Neesa about whatever plan she might have. "How should we approach this? From what Lorag has said, the mercenaries have -" She began, but Neesa cut her off with a dismissive wave.
"Just follow me and kill." Neesa said simply as she walked off with her undead soldiers following. Most of her thralls were the mercenaries her cultists had risen, which she now controlled, but the four closest to her were the ebony-clad skeletons they first saw in the throne room. The creaking of bones and clanging of armor made it easy to tell that they were approaching, but even so, the mercenaries could hardly be prepared for what they saw. The mass of undead was met with a minor volley of arrows from the few archers that had managed to get into position, but with seemingly little effort, Neesa deflected them with an impressive wave of telekinetic energy. Her own archers fired back at those in the guard towers and forced them to retreat back within the walls. The mercenaries closed the gate to attempt to slow their advance, but with a fiery explosion, Neesa blasted open the gate and allowed her undead to pour in. To their credit, the mercenaries were able to form up on their leaders quickly to create a defensive line at the gate, but upon seeing them, Neesa simply stared...and smiled.
"Just follow me and kill." Neesa said simply as she walked off with her undead soldiers following. Most of her thralls were the mercenaries her cultists had risen, which she now controlled, but the four closest to her were the ebony-clad skeletons they first saw in the throne room. The creaking of bones and clanging of armor made it easy to tell that they were approaching, but even so, the mercenaries could hardly be prepared for what they saw. The mass of undead was met with a minor volley of arrows from the few archers that had managed to get into position, but with seemingly little effort, Neesa deflected them with an impressive wave of telekinetic energy. Her own archers fired back at those in the guard towers and forced them to retreat back within the walls. The mercenaries closed the gate to attempt to slow their advance, but with a fiery explosion, Neesa blasted open the gate and allowed her undead to pour in. To their credit, the mercenaries were able to form up on their leaders quickly to create a defensive line at the gate, but upon seeing them, Neesa simply stared...and smiled.
I can bring us to the place in my next one.
Kaleeth did not so much as blink when she gave a nod in response to Janius' concerned question. "I am sure. I will have to deal with it eventually. I know you don't want me thinking this way, but I am already a monster. I just have to...accept it now. Ahnasha and Fendros have been captured. What if they are hurting them? What if they are going to die if we can't get them? We are going to have to attack a town to save them; we might hurt people who are innocent. We are going to be monsters whether I eat them or not, so I might as well do all I can to help save them. At least, that way, something good might come from it." She reasoned. Even if she hated herself for what she was about to do, she was fairly resolute in her decision.
Or wait, rereading the last one, did Meirin make it back inside, or will Fallen still need to post for that?
My computer was indeed fixed and currently is functional. I can post now, though I still have a few giant collabs to read. I'll be sure to post first though, since they don't take place on the caravan mission.
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