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Post by The Prophet on Oct 15, 2005 6:03:11 GMT
*Sylas dismounts his speeder when he reaches a part of the dune sea that is very secluded. the training grounds is a small hut, a shooting range, a few fighting droids, and a moisture collector.*
*Sylas walks into the hut and accesses a small 2 or 3 person lift that takes him down a few hundred meters to an underground oasis. he looks around at the shimmering pool of crystal clear water, the only light is generated by blue crystals in the cieling. this room is completely natural, it was simply by chance that sylas found it one day while seeing if he could drill a well. the waters here are very refreshing after a few hours of vigorous training. sylas pulls from a cabinet a large pair of simple robes, they are lightweight, and very comfortable. a jedi friend of his snuck him a few pairs of these training robes before he was killed in the war. sylas abandons the undergroun oasis and returns to the surface. he loads his rifle and walks towards the shooting range...
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Post by The Prophet on Oct 15, 2005 6:10:42 GMT
*sylas kneels down onto the ground and pumps a few rounds into a target dummy, most of the shots went straight into the neck or chest, the others went to the legs and one to the groan (Sylas laughed slightly over this)*
*sylas resets the dummies and now they are moving. he fires on them rapidly, with a majority of neck shots. thats exactly what he wanted... with sylas's experiance in bounty hunting, he had learned that some employers were more primitive than others and wouldnt care to have bodies geneticly verified, or they were simply too lazy or didnt want to put the credits out to do so, so many employers would like to see the face of the ones who did them wrong. by shooting a victim in the neck, sylas ensured that the face and head was not damaged, so that he could verify the target.*
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Post by The Prophet on Oct 15, 2005 6:18:39 GMT
*after being satisfied with his marksmanship skills for the day, sylas walks to a combat dummy and draws his katana. the dummy is holographic, allowing sylas to attack it without damging his blade, or his dummy. the dummy moves and evades attacks, while sylas hacks and slashes away at the slightly clear man. within seconds, the holograms head is cut off, and he falls to the ground. sylas resets the hologram on a harder difficluty setting, and continues. he takes off the arms of the dummy then stabs it through the chest... after training a bit more sylas sits down and takes a drink. his stomach gurgles and growls demanding food...*
uhhhh....
*sylas walks to the cooler he stores at the site, but it is empty, the only thing he has is an imported bottle of ice vodka.*
...
*sylas kicks the cooler then runs to his speeder. he heads off into the desert...*
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Post by The Prophet on Oct 15, 2005 6:27:48 GMT
*after about 25 minutes of travel, sylas sees a large cave jutting out of the sand...*
*he dismounts outside of it then places a belt of thermal detonators in a hole outside of the cave... he takes out his rifle and attaches a large scope from his belt... he stares down the lens and sees a telescopic image of the innards of the cave... he sees a few masses that are composed of mainly bone and durasteel which have parts of speeders and small ships jutting out of them.... he then sees what he is after... Sylas fires a massive shot into the cave, and a large roar is heard. within seconds a Krayt Dragon Leaps out of the den and onto the spot with the thermal detonators. Sylas presses a button on his belt and there is a huge explosion, the krayt dragon wails in pain, but is still standing and enrage. sylas grabs his piton gun and points it at the horn of the beast and fires, it embeds itself into the jagged piece of bone, he reels in and leaps up onto the dragon, but the jagged edge of the horn cuts the rope and sylas falls onto the ground. he is bleeding slightly from the head and is having difficulty getting up. the monster turns around and brings a huge claw up and swipes at sylas, a deep claw wound is brought onto sylas's back, he wails in pain and spins around, just having enough time to draw his sword. he jumps onto the claw of the krayt dragon and stabs it in the ankle, the behemoth falls onto it's stomach and devlen soars onto it's neck where he slices into it's jugular. a crimson spray coats the soft white sand outside of the den and the Krayt Dragon dies....*
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Post by The Prophet on Oct 15, 2005 6:29:45 GMT
*sylas takes a drink of water and then walks into the den. he grabs a few large bones and strings them togther with a long cable from his speeder, making a makeshift sled, to which he ties the corpse to. he then mounts up and heads back to his training grounds...*
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Post by The Prophet on Oct 15, 2005 6:35:08 GMT
Sylas reaches the training grounds and gathers some wood from the hut and starts a bonfire.... he then uses a large woode spike constructed to string meat to to hang large filets of the dragon. he take one of the filets and lets it hang over the fire. in an hour, it is ready to eat.*
*sylas sits on the coarse sand and eats the giant filet... he takes a drink of water then stretches on the sand.. he gets up and walks into the hut, and to the lift... he drops down to the oasis and then hangs up his clothes. he walks into the cooling waters and rests. he closes his eyes and relaxes his muscles. the scars on his back are gently carressed and his pain slowly slips away*
ahhhh....
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Post by The Prophet on Oct 15, 2005 6:51:58 GMT
sylas slowly reclines further in the pool.... he soon falls asleep...*
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Post by The Prophet on Oct 15, 2005 16:06:50 GMT
*sylas wakes up in the pool... he feels rejuvinated and refreshed*
*he stands up and walks out of the shallow waters and puts some clothes on. he then walks outside to eat some breakfast.*
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Post by The Prophet on Oct 18, 2005 5:19:29 GMT
*the cold dry night air has let the meat dehydrate, making the meat into a jerky like substance. sylas rips off a piece and eats it with a cup of water...*
what to do today?
*sylas stares into the distance*
no one comes to this part of the dune sea... my hopes are a bit high...
*Sylas gets up and stretches*
Dear god!
i havent been in a fight in a week now...
*sylas walks to the lift. he opens it and goes down into the oasis to bathe.*
*sylas walks into the cool waters and rests... if ever he had a real home, this was it. his house on coruscant was a mess, his mother who was a whore and a junkie would go on day long binges and not be home to cook for him or take him to school so he had to walk through the slums to a public education center and learn to prepare his own meals...*
-flashback-
*sylas is around 9. he gets home from school and sees his mom with a man on their sofa. they are obviously both drunk... the house reeks of alcohol...*
mom?
*sylas's mother just looks at him and smiles while the man nibbles on her ear...*
mom who is this guy?!?!?!
*sylas's mother just laughs and points at him. the man, finally realizes he was there and gets up.*
Man: you little shit... get the hell out of here...
what?
man: you heard me!
*the man runs at sylas and punches him in the gut... he falls to the ground in tears*
*sylas's mother begins to realize what is going on, but she still is to intoxicated to talk.*
Man: you get out of here runt... if you come back ill knife you good....
*sylas gets up and runs at the man, he punches him in the mouth and kicks him in the balls*
Man: SHIT!!!!
*sylas punches him, but is then brought down by a severe kick to the stomach...*
sylas's mother: Bastard stop it!
man: shut up bitch!
*sylas gets up and goes to his room.... he hides until the man leaves....*
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Post by The Prophet on Oct 18, 2005 23:07:19 GMT
*sylas wakes up and is drowning in the underwater oasis... he gets out and straps on his stealth suit...*
ive had enough of this vacation...
*he throws on his overcoat and heads for the elevator, he picks up his guns and straps them to his speeder as he prepares to leave.*
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Post by The Prophet on Oct 19, 2005 14:00:14 GMT
*sylas walks out and surveys the tattooine evening... the suns have begun to set by the time he is done packing what meat he can, and loading up all the valuables he can find....*
*Sylas thinks back to his childhood*
why did you do that you bastard......
why did you kill her dad....?
*sylas jumps onto his speeder and reflects on the past... then starts the engine and speeds off in the direction of anchorhead...*
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