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Grim Galaxy: Shots and Chances

Neil skidded to a stop at one of the boulders that cropped the slope, dirt and stones skipping away from his feet as he ground to a halt. Whistling, he clambered atop the boulder, placing his right foot steadily forward and his left foot at the back of the rock, near the earth. He leveled the plasma rifle, and aimed down its sight. The weapon was bulky and solid, but he held it well enough and kept it steady.

The Knights ran down the slope like warriors born. They might be hopelessly outnumbered, but Space Cavaliers were known for their effective combat prowess and their shock and awe tactics. Neil had a hard time focusing on his aiming, wanting to get a front row view of when the combat truly began. The Xenonids were out of range for him, at least effective range. But the Knights opened fire as one, their powerful plasma carbines lighting up the area, even under the wide open Fornax sun.

Glowing and green, the plasma slugs were fired with unerring accuracy, slamming into the Xenonids unfortunate enough to be within range of the powerful weaponry. Even their durable carapaces couldn't withstand them, melting near instantaneously, not even being able to screech before their bodies were shorn through with abandon. And even as the wave of aliens still came, the Dark Cavaliers advanced as well, slowly turning themselves into an island in a sea of enemies scrabbling to get closer to them.

Neil suddenly realized he had them in range, and set his plasma rifle to full auto to help keep the approaching horde under control. He grinned as he pulled the trigger, his rifle kicking hard as he laid down fire on the right ridgeline, making sure no Xenonids flanked them or had a clear shot to town. Unfortunately a few seemed to have taken notice of him, and one or two made it past his firing line to leap toward town. He just hoped the militia were up for the task.

A screech woke him up from where he was aiming, and a Xenonid the size of him leaped at him with terrifying force. He barely got the rifle around in time to hit it square in its thorax, ducking as the now limp body hit the slope behind him. "Flamer sounds good right about now," He breathed, putting down the rifle for his other weapon. If anything, this would be more effective crowd control.

Below him, the Knights fought like competent veterans, shooting the leaping Xenonids and even getting in a good rifle butt hit or two, but slowly they were being pushed back. One Dark Cavalier was hit by two of the alien beasts, his armor holding steady for their initial strikes, but with the third bite it began to be crushed by the diamond-hard pincers of the beasts. If Astador had not cleaved through them from behind with his gleaming force-blade, it would have been a fatal experience.

"Fall back!" Astador called, his jetpack roaring with flame as he took a flying leap back up the slope. Despite the furious speed and strength of the Xenonids, the Knight's jump-packs carried them at least twice the distance of their bestial leaps, if not thrice. Unfortunately, one of the Cavalier's was hit as he tried to jump back, and was torn to shreds by four of the Xenos, his armor crumpling beneath their savagery during the redeployment.

Neil backed up the slope slowly, hearing the crack of a weapon behind him. He looked up to see Sayeeda, hitting her target with every shot. The militia beside her were stark white with fear, but with a veiled threat from the Captain they began to cock their weapons and fire to aid in the Cavalier retreat. They didn't do much damage, but it was better than nothing. Neil set fire to the surrounding edge of the hillock, the liquified concoction melting stone and earth, and any Xenonid that was unfortunate enough to get too close. Behind the still-too-large horde however, the large beast Sayeeda had spotted earlier was gaining traction.

The beast was akin to the smaller Xenonids, with multiple limbs and pincers, with bony armor. But it had a saurian appearance, and a huge mass of teeth with black, dead eyes sunken beside its giant maw. It must have been 5 meters tall and over three tons in weight, if any of them had to guess. Upon its back was a protrusion that dripped some extract Neil did not want to get near.

"God, that thing reminds me of my step mother." Neil said into the comm. "Big, butts into things it shouldn't, and just ugly as sin."
@Penny

The Book Club

Ive been procrastinating reading Malus Darkblade forever. I always hear its great though. Good reviews my friend.@0 Azzy 0

Worm - The Malfesant Throne

I haven't played league in awhile but I used to. That was my jam from 2012 to 2015. I need to back on it for y'all.

The Elder Scrolls: Oblivion - Crimson Skies

Will reply within a day or two. Probably tomorrow at the latest.

About time to stop lurking I suppose. <3

Glad to have you around, my friend.

Star Wars - Lawless Galaxy

Calling all independent bounty hunters, I've not yet personally chosen who will be working for Koren. Though if you're interested and on paradise lemme know OOCly. I may still contact you Icly if you're not, but this is more for logistical reasons that I ask.

@Sep

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Grim Galaxy: Shots and Chances

Neil clambered down as Sayeeda spoke to him, dropping and leaping from crevice to platform until he was less than a dozen feet above the ground. He leaped off. "Got it, Captain," he said, hitting the ground in a roll, before hustling into the ship, passing Sayeeda to get to one of the many armories they had. He shook his head as he opened up the hatch to reveal the guns, wishing once more that he had time to make a mech. He'd squash those insect out there like...like bugs.

Grabbing the melta-flamer, he also procured the ships only plasma rifle. It was a bit unwieldy and unstable, but over such a long distance, with rapid/burst firing capabilities? Seemed like a good choice. "Alright Astador," Neil called into the comm like he was a coach getting the team revved up. "Grab whatever men you can spare and meet me by the brink of the rise. Got that?"

Begrudgingly, he heard the affirmation. Astador must really be used to honorary titles and protocol. Hopefully, he'd earn the right out there once those Xenos started advancing. Hefting the rifle, Neil jogged out past the cockpit and out of the open bay hatch of the Highlander. "Hey Lonney," Neil called. The AI pipped up, echoing from within. "Aye, sir?"

"Turn on the autoguns. If any non-humans approach the vicinity, blast 'em to hell."

"Roight. Gonna fry some aliens. Aye!"

Neil glanced back at the Highlander, and smiled whimsically. "I am so glad I found that accent feature." He breathed.

It took less than a minute for eight of the Brother-Knights of the Dark Cavaliers to be at the ready along the edge of the rise, overlooking the fields and lowlands that stretched all the way to the distant mountains. A few militia men were with them, holding slug-thrower rifles and wearing aged flak jackets. They looked afraid, though eager to aid their homestead. There must have been two dozen of them.

The rolling hills and verdant grasslands of yellow and green looked like a painting of immeasurable beauty, tainted by the stain mark of the crashed bio-ships not four miles away. Unfortunately, despite the timely arrival of the Knights and the quick gathering of the small militia force, the Xenonids had already made it a mile, leaping incredible lengths across the fields, some scuttling over the odd boulder or hill in their way. There must have been hundred of them. All of them somehow knowing prey was near.

"Stay here," Astador ordered the militia with authority. Some seemed relieved, but others didn't want to be held back, though to Neil they probably just didn't want to appear weak. The Sword Sergeant held a hand to silence their complaints. "We will need your supporting fire. Let me and my brothers slow them. We can leap out of safety when need be." Some men leaned back, seeing the jump packs strapped to the back of Astador's armor. He had a point.

"It's a bug hunt!" Neil said behind the line, loading his rifle and drawing gazes to him. "Game over man, game-...you never seen that hologram?"

Astador turned to him, and looked him up and down. Neil couldn't see the Knight's face within his helm, but he had the feeling there was an incredulous look on the valiant Cavalier's features. Neil raised his brow, knowing the Knight was going to tell him to stay behind. But...

"You're not a civilian. I suppose I cannot stop you. Just stay near the rocks." Astador said. The Xenonids leaped and crawled closer. Astador along with his Knights readied their packs as Neil began to clamber down the slope, using his free hand to keep himself steady.
@Penny

Worm - The Malfesant Throne

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Star Wars - Lawless Galaxy

Paradise
Nightclub

Even with the catchy music and the tangent of laughter and conversation, the Mandalorian's footsteps carried an audible weight to them as he entered the nightclub. He'd given up his weapons at the front, but not out of any adherence to the rules of the Paradise. He simply didn't want to raise any alarms with what he'd come here to do. Unnecessary alarms at least. The nightclub was dark enough to conceal even his massive form from entering, unless they heard the steps of his boots.

Approaching the bar, Sol'id Fist placed both hands on the counter, bringing a hush to those who sat close to him. It wasn't everyday a powerful Mando in full armor strode in, not even bothering to relinquish his helmet. It was almost comical how those close to him wouldn't say a word, yet the bartender droid scuttled over to him as if he was anyone else, the metallic voice echoing out of its voice box.

"Hello sir. Would you like a drink?"

Sol'id sat down, but did not reply. Instead, he gazed around the room through his visor, sizing up the customers, enhancing his vision every now and then. One massive hand flexing in anticipation, before closing as inexorably as the eventual contraction of the universe.

"Let me know if you need anything." The droid said, before bobbing off in the opposite direction to serve another customer. The couple closest to Sol'id saw him looking vaguely in their direction, and rather than risk anything, they decided to move seats elsewhere. Luckily for them, the hunter had been looking past them. Past the tables that separated the bar with the outer lounges. Past the booths and the scantily clad dancer.

He gazed at the target he had sought, at the Rodian playing Dejarik.

Wordlessly, the Bounty Hunter lifted himself up from his seat, and stalked forward, past the fellow Mandalorian, as well as Delni and Sirka, as if they did not even exist. He didn't even pay mind to the theatrics of Dakar, simply using it as a convenient distraction. Below his hulking shoulders, his fists clenched.