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Call of the Hunt [EliteCommander and Muttonhawk]

Mercenaries across the settlement were now scattering. Some were still desperately trying to fight in the streets, other were trying to flee into the marsh, while some were fleeing into the homes around them, presumably to protect their families. Kaleeth, meanwhile, could not stop herself from chasing them down. She would partially consume one, then move on to the next one which caught her ire. She was not, however, proceeding uninjured. Her beast spirit was aggressive, and none too strategic in its movements. She would simply charge straight at them, perhaps swatting away their weapons first, which left her with bleeding hands. Her scales provided resistance, but she still had shallow gashes on her back and sides, her shoulder, and her left leg. Not nearly as many of the mercenaries in the town bore silver weapons as in the previous battle, but they were still wounds nonetheless. She was covered in blood that was a mix of the mercenaries' and her own. Even so, she did not relent.

Kaleeth spotted two of the mercenaries run into a narrow alley between two buildings, and her beast spirit compelled her to follow. The pair of Argonians had led themselves into a corner; they were attempting to climb over the walls to escape the settlement, but they did not have near enough time to succeed before Kaleeth was upon them. She rushed forward, straight into a spear that one of her foes stabbed into her upper chest, but nevertheless, she crushed him against a wall. As she used her teeth to pull the weapon from her flesh, the other mercenary's silver blade slashed across her back just below her neck. The silver caused a good deal more pain than most of her other wounds, so it enraged her to the point that she immediately lashed out with a shoulder charge, slamming her foe straight through the wall of the nearest building. Unfortunately, woodrot from the swamp's humidity meant that the structure was not entirely stable. One she took out the wall and a few of the supporting columns within, the entire building started to collapse around her. Kaleeth ran in an attempt to escape in time, but she was not quite fast enough. It collapsed on top of her with her head peering out of the remains, but the rest of her body trapped underneath. Her body likely had enough strength to move the weight on top of her, but the position she was in did not give her enough leverage to take advantage of that strength. Instead, all she could do was growl when she saw a group of three mercenaries rushing to finish her off.

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Ahnasha could hear the fighting above, the screaming, the spellfire. She knew that the pack had arrived, but she was trapped down in this dungeon and unable to help. She had been unable to sleep since her torture, as her mind had been shifting between despair and rage towards the noble. At the moment, her attitude was leaning more towards rage. She was desperate to get out of her shackles, so much so that she transformed into her werewolf form in the hopes that she could break away from her chains. Her normal wrist irons of course broke as she increased in size, but the secondary shackles were large enough and strong enough to keep her trapped. No matter how hard she jerked at the chains, the anchors in the floor and ceiling were strong enough to hold. She howled as loud as she could in the hopes that one of the pack might hear, which was reasonable, given that they could hear the sounds of battle outside.

A few minutes later, the Argonian noble marched into the room with his ornate silver longsword, not even bothering to close the door behind him. "You think you're saved, aren't you? That I'll just roll over and die while those beasts you call friends come to find you? Don't think that form scares me, you mongrel. Those chains will easily hold you. It isn't as if this will matter, anyway. My men are already attacking your xanmeer as we speak. Thanks to the information you so graciously provided, they will know exactly where to go to strike at their heart. And I hope they slit the throat of your mangy little cub!"

Ahnasha growled at the noble, but silenced herself when he pressed the tip of his blade against her throat. "Face it, I have already won. I don't care about these mercenaries, and you...you're going to get me out of here alive. If your friends so much as think about trying anything, I will end you without a second thought. I only need one of you alive to get out of here."

Call of the Hunt [EliteCommander and Muttonhawk]

"Okay, okay." Kaleeth stammered out in response to Janius. She shook in fear as she quickly unstrapped her armor and let out the beast that was dying to escape from its prison within her mind. Once the transformation completed, she let out a loud and horrifying roar. To say that she was out of control would not be accurate, but neither was she entirely in control. The beast wanted to feed, so Kaleeth was forced to oblige. She stampeded over a few of the undead thralls to reach the prey within her sights. There was a group of four desperately trying to hide behind the shields of the front two, but those flimsy metal barriers were nothing to her. She swatted their spears out of her path and trampled the first two under her gargantuan form before pouncing on a third. The Imperial woman attempted to go for a silver dagger sheathed on her waist, but she was not faster than Kaleeth's ferocious jaws.

The one who escaped Kaleeth's initial charge slashed towards Kaleeth's head, but found her scales tougher to penetrate than he assumed. The cut certainly drew blood, but its greatest effect was to enrage her. She knocked him clean off of his feet with a backhanded strike, then pounced on him to rip him to shreds with her massive claws.

Neesa observed the carnage from the werecrocodile off to her right and gave a slight chuckle. "Hmm, well I cannot be outdone, now can I?" She commented to herself before setting her sights on a group forming around one of the commanders desperately trying to regain control of his men. Suddenly, and quite surprisingly to the archers trying to target her, Neesa erupted into a swarm of bats and reformed in the dead center of the group, right in front of the commander, not as an Argonian, but in her vampire lord form. She still retained many of her Argonian traits, such as her scales, tail, and general body shape, but was now much larger with wings and jewelry with a certain royal appearance. It was her blood magic, Molag Bal's gift to his pure-blooded vampries, that allowed her to take this form, and it was now at its full strength.

A cloud of bats swarmed around Neesa, biting and draining the life essence of those surrounding her, transferring it to herself. They panicked and swatted in vain at the swarm of flying manifestations of her blood magic, allowing her ample opportunity to deal with their commander. Before he could do anything to resist, she reached out and grabbed him telekinetically, lifting him off of the ground and constricting his airway. She held him in the air in front of her and looked him in the eyes for a few moments before sinking her teeth into his neck.

Star Wars - Shadow of Rebellion

Once the governor is available, I'll have Xan head to the palace, I think.

Star Wars - Shadow of Rebellion

Xan-Rhu-Tor was at the spaceport, leaning against his ship next to its loading ramp, twirling his blaster around his finger. He had saw the battle from its beginning, the Empire taking down LAATs, Y-Wings, and other rebel craft one by one. It was almost surprising, really, given how poorly prepared the planet had seemed beforehand. He had been waiting on the governor for a few days, though, so he reasoned it was likely an intentional ambush. In any case, no rebel force would be taking Belona on this day

"You should really listen to yourself, Xan." He muttered to himself. "You had a bad feeling from the start, and now you're on a planet that is likely filled with rebel survivors. There's no way that could ever make things complicated." Xan let out a sigh. "Whatever, you came here for bounties, and that's what you're going to do."

It had been about half an hour since the fight started, and the air was starting to get to Xan. He wasn't wearing his heated vest, and being a cold-blooded individual, the cool air was not exactly comfortable on his bare scales. He stepped back inside and closed up his ship, enjoying the sensation of the warm air within. He returned to the main hold of the vessel and set his blaster down next to the datapad on the table in the center of the room. Technically, he could head over to the Imperial Palace immediately to await the governor's arrival, but with recent events, that would probably not be a good idea. For a Tiss'shar like him, stormtroopers were hardly friendly at the best of times, and with rebels running around the city, it wasn't going to get any better. Of course, he had all the proper documentation. On his datapad, he had an official invitation from the governor herself, scannable for easy verification. He was a guest of the Empire on Belona. That, however, would matter little if they shot on sight. He didn't feel that killing the Empire's soldiers would be great for first impressions, even if they didn't care about their lives.

For the moment, Xan sat down in a chair, leaned back with his feet up on the table, a hand on his blaster, and his eye on the loading ramp. Until the city settled down a bit, he was fine right where he was.

Star Wars - Shadow of Rebellion

The rebels are just going to love Xan.

I'm currently in the process of catching up in the story, so I can figure out how to start.

Call of the Hunt [EliteCommander and Muttonhawk]

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.

Star Wars - Shadow of Rebellion

Nice, though I have class for the next few hours. I'll be home later, though.

Star Wars - Shadow of Rebellion

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.

Blood Act I~ Ghosts of the Past

Ssarak Dyreackthanose

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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.

Call of the Hunt [EliteCommander and Muttonhawk]

Sorry for the short post. I've just been writing since I got home and am pretty exhausted.