Behind enemy lines...Ask

[Darius Lenoth/Infared]

*The last thing he remembered as he opened his eyes was some red-jumpsuit wearing punk firing at them, then blank...

Fuck...

And now that he was finally in somewaht of a stable envoriment he could remember Sarah, and how she just completely fucked with his head...

And it wasnt even stable at all, moments past and it seemed that the warlord and his commander were surrounded, by what seemed to be random thugs...This was bittersweet. In truth he didn't really want to fight 'cause he had a major headache...but maybe killin someone would do his some good.*

"Heetho*cough* Statis *mumble* report..."

[August/Heetho]

Heetho was standing above Mandalore, with his claw katars attatched to his hands. They were already blood soaked, and he was hunched down, waving his claws in front of him as if he was casting a spell on someone. His armor was scratched and dented in several placed, with a large burn hole in his leg armor, with a thin trail of blood dripping from it.

"Mandalore. Stay down."

He took a step forward, followed by all the thugs taking a step towards him. He jumped up, connecting his right foot with a thug's head, while at the same time in the air, blocking a vertical slice with his claws, deflecting it into another swung sword to parry it. The man he kicked fell to the ground, and as Heetho landed crouched, he swept their legs. He rose with an uppercut, stabbing it through another thug's jaw. He elbowed the man, pushing the man back. He turned around, parrying another swung. He prepared to stab forward, but his claws were knocked away by a blade. Suddenly he felt the hilt of a blade against his lip, and he fell backwards. He continued with the momentum and rolled, doing a hand stand. He leaned his feet forward, catching a man by the neck. He locked his feet around the man's neck, and pulled himself up, while pulling the man down. He ended up following through, and landing on his feet. The man hit the ground, head first, cracking his skull and dieing on impact. Heetho looked around slowly, regaining his battle stance.

"Situation looks pretty grim. We are in the heart of enemy forces. You've been out for," He was inturrupted as a man lunged forward. Heetho dodged to the right, then grabbed the man's arm and pulled him closer. He stabbed his left claw into the man's stomach, then pulled it back, then stabbed it again, and continued until his hand was literally indented into the man's stomach, and his organs were laying on the street below him. He pulled his claw out, and shoved the body into the last remaining man. As the man dodged the body, Heetho leapt forward, and planted his foot on the man's inner thigh, the slammed his knee into the man's face.

This force the man to the ground, with Heetho on top of him. Heetho grabbed the man's wrist, which held the vibrosword, and slammed his claw down through the man's wrist, pinning it to the ground. With his free claw, he slashed it acrossed the man's other bicep, cutting it off from there.

He pulled his other claw out of the man's wrist, and put it to the man's lips. The man wimpered in pain as Heetho stabbed his claw through the man's mouth, cutting it through both, his upper, and lower, lip. He pulled the claw back, and pointed it at the man's eyes.

"You've been out for around three hours Mandalore. I have been fending men off since then. We need to move."

He pushed his claws down slowly. The middle claw cut through the bridge of the man's nose slowly, as the two other claws stabbed through his eyes, bursting them and releasing the contains. He pulled his claw back, then reached his right hand forward, prying open the man's mouth, and then grabbing his tounge. He stabbed his claws into it slowly, then tore it off from there.

"I don't like tounge." He threw the tounge to his right as he leaned forward and kissed the man's cut up lips slowly, then as he leaned back, he raked his claws acrossed the man's face, then slowly slide them back up his face, and pulled them back again his face again, repeating this several times, until blood poured from every inch of his face.

He stood up slowly. He man had been long dead, he was just toying with it. He turned around slowly, walking towards Mandalore as he licked the blood from his lips.

"I was going to move you, but then I realized I can't. Your armor weighs you down." He reached a hand forward, helping Mandalore up. Merely by appearance one could tell he had been fighting for the longest time, and had taken his fair share of damage. It became unaware how the man still stood up, though it might be this damage that feeds his insanity.

[Darius Lenoth/Infared]

"Ya know...you are one sick puppy, bro..."

*But he accpeted the man's handshake, for he was a friend rather than foe, but a strange one. The armour was a lot heavier than it had felt before, probably because of fatigue, but was too valuable to leave behind.*

"So lemme get this striaght. I've been down for about 3 hours, youve been killing guys, were in the middle of the enimeies tarretory and to top it all off we stand out easily. Am I correct?"

*His walk slowly began into a light jog, hoping that Heetho knew what he was doing.*

[August/Heetho]

Heetho grinned at Mandalore's comment about being sick, "Thank you. That's the nicest thing anyone's said since the start of this war."

Heetho started jogging beside Mandalore, then started skipping. He really wasn't as crazy as he made himself to be, it was just a means of striking fear into people's hearts. He started dancing with an invisible partner, twirling every other step. Suddenly, he grabbed Mandalore's shoulder, and jerked him back.

He had a stone cold look on his face, and his eyes revealed it. He nodded his head, "Don't move." He slowly slide his claw katars off his hands, and let them fall onto the street below him.

"Drop your weapons..." He spoke as he slowly slid his chest plate off, letting it fall along with his katars. He stared at Mandalore intently, and once Mandalore listened, several men rushed out from ever side of the street. Snipers shifted on every other roof top. A soldier ran behind Heetho, and kicked the back of his legs, causing him to fall on his knees.

"I warn you, I'll eat your heart by the end of this." He turned around to get a good look at the man's face, but as he did, he received a blow to the temple. He fell onto the ground motionless.

Four men slowly approached Mandalore, and then hesitated. Four more men walked with them, and in a rush, began punching, kicking, and elbowing Mandalore until he too was unconcious.

[Kathy Kenota]

Cathy saw Nyrila and followed her wondering what she was up to then she got and idea....a childish idea but and ieda none the less..........

[Kathy Kenota]

"uhhhh....Boo?"

[Kathy Kenota]

"I was curious why you were bein so.....sneaky."

[August/Heetho]

(OOC: Not to be mean here, but you all kind of are. We'd really appriciate it if you would let it play out. As of like now, it is Invite. And if it's not too much, could you all delete your posts. Again, not trying to be mean, just have a storyline we'd like to play out.)

[*~The Snake Shadow~*]

ooc: okays...

[The Madet Legacy]

MOD: IF THIS IS INVITE, THEN SAY SO IN THE ORIGINAL POST. SINCE THIS THREAD IS CALLED OPEN, IT IS OPEN.


CORNHOLIO HAS SPOKEN

[*~The Snake Shadow~*]

ooc: uh....damn?

[Jacen Kavar]

Mandalore wanted an rp with me, so I will see what he says

[Darius Lenoth/Infared]

ooc:I want all of you to rp, but the story line is that we get captured, so if you do...you will have to either get catured with us, watch us get captured and try to save us later or try and kill us...when were no unconsious please

[Jacen Kavar]

post deleted...

[Lakkerun Joh'had]

MOD: Jacen, you seem like a good person, and I dont want you to leave the site. However, you do not have a character profile, something all members are required to have if they want to roleplay.

Sorry about that, but you really have to if you want to rp. And, correct me if I'm wrong, but I dont think you have a profile.

You also cannot start out as a Jedi Master, as all new members must start as a Padawan and work their way up. Again, sorry, but that's what makes it interesting: Not everyone is an amazing being of power.







OOC: I am also NPCing the enemy in this rp, just for confirmation.




"Foondu the Hutt commands you to lock the prisoners in force cages until they wake up!"

*Foondu voice bellows throughout his throne room on Nar Shaddaa. Information travelled quickly to him, so of course he knew when his men were attacked, and when his men had won.

Various alien species bow before him, and send the command to the troops to make sure the enemies are incapacitated and then bring them to the force cages.


Meanwhile, back at the fight scene, the main thug starts yelling at the others.*

"Hey you guys! Just got a call from the bloated one! He says we gotta bring 'dese guys to the force cages right now! Hurry up, we don't got all day!"

*He motions for the others to hurry, and they tie a strong, Durasteel cord around Mandalore and Heetho's wrists and legs, making sure its secure. They then begin to carry the bodies towards the Hutt's HQ...*