Murderous Intentions (Open)

[Sabre]

Nar Shaddaa, one of the most wretched and villainess worlds accessible to the public of late. Darth Infernus found himself in one of its vast streets, walking broadly and undesirably down it, through the drunken crowds emanating from the many bars and clubs. The anti-social rambling and moaning coming from the wino alien hordes was almost unbearable for Infernus, he had an extremely short fuse, and it was unmistakably burning away. A pattern slowly began to emerge, anybody who “accidentally” bumped, ran or stumbled into him suddenly fell to the floor clutching their throats in desperation.
Infernus quickly began to question his business here, his unexplainable exploration of the galaxy was becoming slightly out of hand, even for a curious mind such as his. As he turned the corner he was approached timidly by a charity worker, no doubt taking advantage of the many ears available to plea too. “Excuse me sire,” the man said, clearly quite nervous, “have you got a spare credit for the poverty stricken children of Nar Shaddaa?”
It was clear by the aggravated turning of Fury’s head toward the man that he had gone into the deep end. Fury didn’t say a word and for a moment it looked almost as if he would let the disturbance go, then, suddenly the mans face began to go red. Slight whimpers were heard and then, all of a his flesh began to melt of his bones. If this wasn’t enough for the crowds to scream about sudden flame combustion began to occur all over the street.

[Darius Lenoth/Infared]

*Hoorex watched from the outside a cantina. He laughed but that that it was a bit harsh...and walked over to the man, his S.K.I.N armour shinning even in the darkness of Nar Shadda.*

[Sabre]

Infernus’s roars of Fury echoed throughout the streets as the road began to ignite into a blaze of fire. He was clearly over reacting but he didn’t care, cryogenic freezing had interfered with some of his mental perceptions and he was often committing to murderous actions such as this. Some of the building around the road began to crumble underneath the dancing flames of rage emanating from the Sith Lord. The Cantina Hoorex had just been in collapsed in on itself the moment he left it.

[Darius Lenoth/Infared]

*Hoorex turned his head...and whiped his helmet dramatically*

"Wheu...I'm lucky"

*He continues to walk to the sith lord and then when he was about 10 meters away he asks*

"Uhh...what are you doin'?"

[Sabre]

“Back off,” he said hoarsely as his attacks began to fade away. In his mind he’d made his point, this massacre would go all over the holonet, giving him the cold blooded reputation he deserved. It wouldn’t be long now before he had a bounty on his head, then he would get the opportunity to kill all the bounty hunters in the galaxy.

[Darius Lenoth/Infared]

"Fine..."

*AS hoorex walked past him he bumped into him, and continued walking...his hand was already on his blaster waiting for the short-tempered sith to attack*

[Sabre]

Fury knew it was on purpose, he knew that it wasn’t necessary to attack, but then again, what was one more death to add to his great list. Fury slipped his hand out of the torn hem of his long black overcoat, clenching it while focusing on Hoorex. He would soon feel a nagging pain circling around his neck.

[Darius Lenoth/Infared]

*Hoorex knew he'd try somethingl.ike this and hopped for it...and as soon as he felt that tingling sensation, he turned fired a direct shot to the mans head. If he dodged he would obviously loose concentration...and if he didn't? well he had a back-up plan*

[Master Bondora]

Mortis strode off through the streets of Nar Shaddaa. He did not have to creep along to try and hide his Danthari features for he met nobody on his way, but this did not suprise him the slightest: a Sith Lord was near. Why he knew that going towards him was the right thing to do, he had no idea. It was as though a invinsible force was illuminating a few steps of the path at a time. When the distant silhouette of the Sith Lord came forth out of the horizon, Mortis breathed in the smell of the clean air for a moment before threading his stealthy way through the streets, slowly approaching the unknown Sith.

[Sabre]

The attack was cleverly planned out, Fury unclenched the mans neck and instead rose his hand up in front of him. The shot hit his palm and made a slight bursting sound before being absorbed. He soon afterward slid his hand into his robes and pulled out his lightsaber, holding it out in front of him, not having enough time to do much before his enemy would attack again.

[Darius Lenoth/Infared]

*Seeing the sabre hoorex smiled. He pulled out his own Arcane Sith sword from it's sheath, and swung it around a few times. The weapon seemed to grow and eventually became about 3/4ths of the mans height, and then it shrunk back down to its original size. He motioned for the man to come*

"You don't wish to best me in my own area of expertise, do you?"

[Sabre]

Fury didn’t say anything, he had nothing to say. He merely drew in a great breathe, bringing his body up to its enormous full height. He then pulled his arms out slightly letting his black overcoat slide off. It slowly began to reveal his glistening gold armour, its curves and plates crafted with amazing delicacy. He held his lightsaber horizontal with his hand on both ends, it suddenly sprung to life, both sides of it blasting open a vibrant blood red blade, casting a demonic glare upon the mutilated corpses littering the street below. He glared malevolently down at his opponent, his eyes slowly sliding from green to yellow. He was preparing himself for his fight.

[Darius Lenoth/Infared]

*Hoorex too began to glare and then, he lifted his other hand and sent the man a obcean gesture indicating to 'come and get some...'. Hoorex was ready for this... He had learned all about lightsabre forms and their weaknesses. And to top it all off, his weapon began to secret it's normal aura. Making him confident and advancing him to his full-potential, while his opponent on the other hand would feel a slight self-doubt that would soon grow as the battle endured*

[Sabre]

The first move was well overdue, he would have to attack sooner or later and his opponent seemed indignantly defensive. With a hint of warning he bounded forward, the folds of his armour creasing into eachother as he ran. He finally landed his right foot on Hoorex’s left side, keeping his left foot some distance away at Hoorex’s front. He then used pushed his right hand forward and up, slashing the right side of his lightsaber competently up at the left side of Hoorex’s head. While doing this he bent his knees, holding his balance.

[Master Bondora]

Mortis suddenly appeared. Brown weather-beaten, in his black velvet doublet and trunks, his great jackboots, his crimson sash, his belt bristling with pistols and various type of EbonClaw weaponry and his crime-rusted cutlass at his side. He heard with swelling ectasy the few citizens that survived the blast whispering.

"It's Mortis Vhal! The reckless Danthari from the nether regions!

Even if he had just became a serial killer, Mortis was all over the HoloNet. Indeed, the young Danthari was a hunter and since the house of the matron did not enter open war with any factions, Mortis needed to appease his lust for blood and battle by killing random human citizens or other creatures which he held a festering contempt.