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Into Perdition's Jaws

Animals. What was it about evolution that led to the universe creating so many unique killers, yet only a small percent of them were intelligent enough to organize and form empires? Some mad scientists could turn this Plough-Head into a good bioweapon, it looked like it was already one right now. Then there were the leafslithers, who could be hiding from the Plough-Head, or were planning to attack it. However, could it be they were working together? Could such an advanced form of symbiotic relations develop? Activating his camouflage suit, and “Ghosting” powers, Rho-Hux crawled lower down the tree he was in like an Earth gecko. He tried to get in front of the front but off to the side. His plan was to fire his grappling gun into a tree across from him and attach another line to the tree he was currently on. In theory, this could create a trap wire. In the best case scenario, detecting or walking into the line would confuse the Plough-Head, and allow the group to move on. Worst case scenario, the monster would become enraged but at least the wire would slow it down somewhat. Once his trap had been set he slithered back into the darkness trying to get within arrange of his group. He still had to reconfigure his communication device to theirs.

"Large predator up ahead. It's looking at you Zsresrinn. I planted a trip-wire between the trees. Produced with caution."

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"Gnosis Eaters? Well, that's better than shit-eating troglodyte insurgents." Rho-Hux was interrupted by explosions and a voice coming from the strangers' coms. "Speaking of which! I think a little bloodshed is in order."

In one of his four arms, he pulled out one of his Earth-based swords. In another, he pulled out a las-pistol. "All the matters in terms of allegiances is that as of right now I am your friend. I know can help you find the base of the insurgents but first I think we better disarm these trigger-happy terrorists before they start to improve their aim."

Rho-Hux used his grapple hook gun to people himself deeper into the woods. He soon felt the need to return to the group to say one last crucial detail.

"Just to be clear, when I say disarm, I mean cut off their arms and show it to them before you further torture them for information. Professionals have standers and traitors need to be reminded about what happens to dishonorable deserters."

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Rho-Hux

Survival was nothing new. War was like nature, you either learned fast and adapt, or die. Rho-Hux had waged many different wars on many alien worlds. It was in the fires of the battlefield that he realized what he was...a killer and a damn good one at that. He spent most of his career as a major and might have become more than that if it was for an I N C I D E N T that led to him being discharged. The UCL wanted nothing more to do with him. Those highborn, white-noose-collared, silver-spooned, test-tube babies that made up high command thought Rho-Hux was "unstable" and "a disgrace" for participating in "war crimes". That load of shit was so big it could be classified as a dwarf planet! There were no rules to warfare, just as there were no rules to nature. Does an Earth sea turtle cry to its mommy when the mean seagull bites its flippers? HELL, NO, that turtle gets off its ass and runs! It cares nothing for its slower siblings, they are weak and a liability. The little bastard runs all the way to the ocean, where it fights sharks, crabs, and all manner of predators just so it can bang another equally strong sea turtle. That was nature, that was war, fight, win, expand! Shit, that was just the tip of the ice burg when it came to the nature of kill or be killed that was woven into the galaxy. Point was, the UCL leadership had gone soft and had put this killer animal in the inhuman petting-zoo known as a "Psychiatric ward".

Well after a couple of years wasting away in there on a diet of pills and sterilized canned food, Rho-Hux had almost forgotten who he was. When he was released from that institution, he struggled to find his place in the world. That was until some bigwigs at The Sect got word that The Constrictor of Caddadast, Rho-Hux, had been released. It didn't take them too long to remind Rho-Hux of the nature of the world, and when they told him about this secret mission of theirs, Rho-Hux remembered what he was meant to do. It was like instinct, like nature. As much as Rho-Hux hated what the UCL leadership did to him, he still considered the UCL to be his pack. He learned everything he knew from them and he thought and died by their side. So when he heard that a couple of sons a' bitches decided to go rogue and betray their brothers in arms, Rho-Hux knew he was destined to kill them.

Well, it seemed these insurgents were hell-bent on pissing off Rho-Hux. Before he was even planet-bound, his team's drops malfunctioned as they entered the atmosphere. When he crashed landed did he try to call for help? Look for the other sect members? OF COURSE, NOT, HE WAS IN WAR NOW! HE RAN, HE RAN INTO THAT OCEAN OF A JUNGLE LOOKING FOR MORE! ANY WHO WERE LEFT BEHIND WERE WEAK AND DESERVED TO DIE! For the past week, he had been surviving in the planet's rainforest, hunting for his prey. He had managed to kill a few insurgents scouts, but not enough to satisfy his hunger. He needed more, but there was only so much an old beast like him could do alone. Well, a week of eating slightly poisonous bugs and strange roots does a lot of negative things to a mad man's mind. Rho-Hux was ready to throw caution to the wind can raid the insurgent's base all by his lonesome until he spotted a large multi-species group through the overgrowth.

There were two humans: One covered in black and gold armor, and the other a tree trunk of a human man. With them was a Voidhanger, a Vrexul, a Celaderaka, and some sort of chimera of animals twisted to resemble a Vrexul. They didn't carry themselves like insurgents, or former UCL for that matter. Armour and weaponry were all over the place. They looked bettered repaired than the hastily assembled SECT group he had been a part of. Still, he didn't want to take too many unnecessary chances. Activating his Octopus armor, he blended into the trees and climbed from tree to tree. He kept two of his hands clasped around his guns in case he needed to go ballistic.

"Well, looks like I just found the island of misfit toys!" Rho-Hux shouted in his old commanding voice. God, he missed scaring new recruits, but he doubted this group would be easy to intimidate. Good, he didn't need one else slowing down the mission. "This is Former Major Rho-Hux. My unit is on a mission to kill some back world UCL insurgents. If I thought you were the insurgents we wouldn't even be having this pleasant little chat right now. Tell me who sent ya and I might consider playing nice!"

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Name: Rho-Hux. The Constrictor of Caddadast.

Species: Gealtirocht.

Age: 63.

Faction Alignment: UCL

Height: 8 ft

BACKGROUND PRIOR TO BEING SELECTED FOR THE MISSION:
A former Major In the UCL Military, Rho-Hux

Rho-Hux devoted his existence to being a soldier. When given a mission he would spend hours researching his foes, the landscape, similar battles, and equipment that may be used on both sides. Once he became a Major, he excepted all those under his leadership to be up to par with the latest military information.

His most famous mission was Operation Swamp Dragon. His battalion was to aid in taking over the city of Caddadast on the planet Omia. Omia was a planet made up mostly of dangerous swamps, and Caddadast was a well-fortified city. After trying and failing to breach the walls, Rho-Hux decided to starve the city out. He ordered his forces to poison the swamp water around the city preventing them from fishing or receiving clean water from within their home. Every time a group went out to get resupplies from elsewhere, Rho-Hux would launch a series of brutal guerilla attacks. The final nail in the coffin came when Rho-Hux received some anti-aircraft reinforcements. Soon the citizens of Caddadast found themselves trapped within their own city without food or clean water. This victory earned Rho-Hux the nickname of “The Constrictor of Caddadast.”

However, Rho-Hux's battalion came to an end when they came across a stray Abzu entity. It wiped out Most of Rho-Hux's battalion with only him and a few survivors seeking shelter in the wilderness. They were classified as MIA for months until Rho-Hux was found alone and half-starving in a cave. His story about what happened during his time in hiding are inconsistent, and due to his deteriorating mental health, he was discarded from the military.

REASON FOR MISSION RECRUITMENT: Rho-Hux, having known nothing outside of life on the battlefield, and not wanting to grow old and be forced to spend his life in an institution, heard distant rumors about the mission and hacking into some classified files. He has gone on the run and is trying to join this mission so he may serve a higher calling again. Rho-Hux wishes to die on the battlefield for the good of the UCL. He sees himself as nothing but a soldier.

Ethereology: “Ghosting” as some people call it. Rho-Hux can mute any noise he makes (like footsteps and breathing), remove his scent, and change his body temperature to match the environment around him. While this does not make him invisible; it does aid him greatly in stealth missions and when combined with his Octopus suit, he seemingly disappears from existence only to reappear behind his soon to be deceased enemies. The drawback to this power (other than the usual drawbacks to ether powers) is that if Rho-Hux were to be set on fire while using this power, his body temperature would rise dramatically, causing him to burn internally and externally."

Strengths:

-four arms, each can hold a weapon.
-skilled swordsmen
-stealthy
-years of experience
-loyal and respectful to allies

Weaknesses:

-Fire damages his gear, disrupts his Ethereology, and is extremely painful to him (as it is to most organic beings)
-His mental state is fragile and is prone to fits of mania and PTSD.
-His age is catching up to him. He is not as strong as he was/thinks he is.

Starting Weaponry, Armor, and Equipment:

Octopus armor: Blends in with the environment around it. This when combined with his ether power makes Rho-Hux nearly impossible to detect. It is light and offers more mobility for the wearing at the price of not being as sturdy for defensive as other advanced suits of armor. It also malfunctions horribly if set on fire for too long.

Grapple Battle Rifle.

Twin SMG guns.

Daishō sword set.

THEME SONG: youtube.com/watch?v=rBdQDGGNg8E