|
|
Post by Darius Lenoth/Infared on Dec 3, 2005 17:02:31 GMT
*Mandalore had gone into a small, personal exile...he had been ridiculed as well as beaten far too many times for one of his stature to even imagine...how was everyone so powerful? Even the jedi were beating him in hand-to-hand combat. This needed to change...As the room darkens because of the constant storm clouds as well as heavy hurricans mandalore cuts across his face deep, creating a scare which will never leave him. Some call mutilation, others call it self-sacrifice. Suddenly the automatic door opens and some sort of military secratary walks in, far too casual.*
"Darius, si---"
*His sentence was cut off, for Mandalore had the man by the throat. Something had snapped within him, and that was never good...The only noise the choking man could comfort himself to hear, telling him that he was still clutching to the pathetic thing he called his life was the noise Darius's blood made when it dripped from under his shaggy hair and hit the cold, hard steel. As he took his last breaths, he was non-chalantly thrown into a wall. The cracking noises of his bones brought a small smirk to the has-been warlord.
Without a moments notice he was off and quickly faded into the darkness. The only hint that he was gone was of course the man's body, but a missing weapon, two actually. A disentegrator and a vibroblade....
Weeks later over the holonet, there had been reports of some annoymous killer stalking the streets of Nar Shadda, apparently he carried both a very unusal weapon, a mandalorian disentegrator. That weapon was illegal just to hold on republic worlds. He was also extremely fast, inhumanly fast for a random Nar shadda thug, or even bounty hunter. No this was an expert...*
|
|
Halan
Global Moderator 
Purple Haze
A good assassin needs neither the dark or the light....he needs skill (Was Mandalore)
Posts: 11,843
|
Post by Halan on Dec 3, 2005 17:14:50 GMT
*Halan strolled though nar'shadda..he had never bene here before..it was an interesting...everyone had a purpose..slaves right up to the hutts seemed to kow there purpose yet wished for more...he melted into the crowd silenlty looking for any people of interest*
|
|
|
|
Post by Darius Lenoth/Infared on Dec 3, 2005 17:20:38 GMT
*The man wore a overly large cloak, hiding most of his face, as well as facing the ground. Within the confinds of his massive cape, he pulled out a large vibro-blade, still concealed. He licked his lips, and a small smile was brought to his face.
Oh...yes...their time will come...
He thought to himself as he eyed a big-shot. Some sort of crime thug, 'parently thought he was high up in the ranks, which was almost always never true. Oh, but how he loved making show-offs fall to their knees, beg for their life, scream....it was just too delicious to not do it. So slowly he crept behind him, following him from a distance deep into the 'slums' of the Smugglers moon.*
|
|
Halan
Global Moderator
Purple Haze
A good assassin needs neither the dark or the light....he needs skill (Was Mandalore)
Posts: 11,843
|
Post by Halan on Dec 3, 2005 17:41:41 GMT
*He smiled as he felt a pair of eyes burn a hole in his back.....he turned down a back ally...the darkness washed over him as he jumped up onto a metal framework on the side of one of the building...he perched ontop of it looking at the mian street....waiting for the person to walk back down*
|
|
|
|
Post by Darius Lenoth/Infared on Dec 3, 2005 17:46:22 GMT
*Oh, he did come. It would take much more then that to calm or even escape this maniac. In the past he relied on high-tech scanners, beeps, and do-hickeys, but that age was over. His animal instict and collusal rage was all that was left in the barren waste-land the ex-mandalore called his 'mind'.
As the cloaked figure neared the alley way, he raised his head awkwardly, and then halan realized that he was sniffing the air...quite unusal tactics. But very effective as of three seconds later, the killer was standing their eyes burning into the darkness where the purple man was stationed.*
|
|
|
|
Post by Sarah Gilliam/Heather Felton on Dec 3, 2005 18:21:13 GMT
A foot taps behind Darius.
I thought you were better than this...
Sarah stood there, her hair was down. Her weapons at her side.
|
|
|
|
Post by *~The Snake Shadow~* on Dec 3, 2005 19:18:15 GMT
Nyrila happened to turn into the dark alley. She had just managed to "take care of" the thugs that had been harassing her.
"For once, I wasn't looking for a fight..." she muttered.
Then she looked up.
GOD DAMN! she thought as she began backing away slowly.
|
|
|
|
Post by Darius Lenoth/Infared on Dec 3, 2005 19:56:51 GMT
A foot taps behind Darius. I thought you were better than this...Sarah stood there, her hair was down. Her weapons at her side. *His head quickly went down from the purple man pearched on the metal framework of the building and directly for the ground. It was her... His mouth formed the word 'you...' as he clutched his weapon tighter still. He hadn't actually spoken to another human being or living creature in the past month. Why was she here? Did it matter?* "Leave..."*He managed to grunt out before aiming his desintegrator directly at her forehead. He wanted to pull the trigger. Send that worthless whench striaght to hell, but he couldnt. He'd have to play it off...make her go. He wouldnt be able to take much more humilation...* |
|
|
|
Post by *~The Snake Shadow~* on Dec 3, 2005 20:51:33 GMT
Nyrila realized that no one had seen her yet so she came closer, but continued to hide in the shadows. Then she regconized Mandalore's voice.
"Mandalore?"
|
|
Halan
Global Moderator
Purple Haze
A good assassin needs neither the dark or the light....he needs skill (Was Mandalore)
Posts: 11,843
|
Post by Halan on Dec 4, 2005 12:33:39 GMT
*Halan stayed barley anymore than 3 foot above them..his breathss were silent a she looked at the three of them..he recognished two of them...the female and the strange man..the one who had a distintive smell about him....*
|
|
|
|
Post by Sarah Gilliam/Heather Felton on Dec 4, 2005 15:37:28 GMT
She pushes the disintegrator away from her head. She smiles at him.
Are you still weak....why are you doing this...those who do such things...are weaker than the weakest...but if the only way you can forgive me is to blow my brains out then so be it.
She stand her ground.
|
|
|
|
Post by Darius Lenoth/Infared on Dec 4, 2005 22:59:46 GMT
*He looked at her...eyeing him down, just tuanting him. She probably knew...somehow, someway. She knew he couldnt kill her, or that he didnt want to at least. That did not mean that he wouldnt hurt her...
He used his rage to fuel his limbs, sending the butt of the his massive weapon directly towards her temple, in an effort to knock her out.*
"Do you truely want to die?"
|
|
Halan
Global Moderator
Purple Haze
A good assassin needs neither the dark or the light....he needs skill (Was Mandalore)
Posts: 11,843
|
Post by Halan on Dec 4, 2005 23:10:10 GMT
*Halan steped of the framework landing next to the man...her being put under threat seemed to light a fire in halan due to the society of the ebon claw this treatment of a female was unacceptable..he droped down and pulled a blaster out pointing it at the mans temple*
"No need for violence"
|
|
Kakashi
New Member
Get out of my way or die!
Posts: 287
|
Post by Kakashi on Dec 4, 2005 23:23:07 GMT
"I agree with the man holding the blaster."
* Kakashi said emerging from the shadows pulling out his sword.*'
"There's no need for violence."
|
|
|
|
Post by *~The Snake Shadow~* on Dec 4, 2005 23:49:34 GMT
Nyrila stood and took a blaster out. She still wasn't sure if this was Mandalore. He seemed... Different.
"Boss?"
|
|
-Shadourian 
-1000 credits