Post by Logan Shivers on Aug 30, 2018 19:55:20 GMT
The final cry
Logan was bleeding from more places than he cared to count. What was left of his armour was barely more than shreds of metal. His vibroaxe had run out of power long ago, its blade heavily notched, his ryyk shattered so all that he held was a jagged metal spike at the end of a handle that was slippery with blood.
But T’dlan was in a worse state, and that is what kept Logan going, kept him alive. It kept him looking for that opening that would end this, or at least an opening that would inflict more pain. Their damaged weapons scraped against each other time and time again, T’dlan managed a blow here, Logan returned one there, tit for tat and on and on the battle went, it seemed like they had been fighting for an eternity. And then it happened, the moment Logan had been waiting for. He was almost too tired, he was almost too slow, but almost was not enough to stop him..
T’dlan had lunged forward trying to skewer Logan with his dented blade, but as he did, his front foot slipped and T’dlan lost his balance. He lost his centre and in trying to regain his balance and stop himself from falling over he spread his arms out to each side. It was only for a split second, almost a blink of an eye, but it was just enough. Logan smashed his axe into T’dlans face. The Trandoshan warrior managed to move his head to the side just enough to avoid the blow to his head, but it slammed right into his shoulder. What was left of his armour shattered and the blade bit down into flesh. T’dlans left arm went limp, but it was not a killing blow. He brought his right arm in but Logan deflected it, slashing his broken blade at T’dlans wrist and almost cutting the hand off. Logan had the scent of victory and he was not letting go. He pushed down hard on his axe, forcing the large reptilian down to his knees. He slashed his blade across T’dlans flailing right arm time and time again, tearing it to shreds and still kept on forcing his weight onto the axe, embedded in his enemies shoulder. Finally there was a muted pop as T’dlans spine cracked and he collapsed onto the ground in a heap.
Logan landed ontop of him, a feril snarl on his lips, his broken blade slamming into the already dead enemy time and time again, hacking it into a messy, unrecogniseable pupl. As he did this, the rage that had been building inside him for so long, the darkness, the hatred, the feelings he had been fighting to keep under control for so long rose up, they took control of him and exploded out of him like a lake bursting through a dam. It poured out in an unstoppable torrent and the more he stabed and hacked and punched, the stronger it became, the better it felt.
HE WAS A GOD. HE WAS INVINCIBLE, HE WAS THE EXECUTIONER.
And it was time for them to die.
ALL OF THEM.
Adde was stunned into immobility. He stared as Logan bent T’dlans back so far he folded it in half snapping the spine and then went on to utterly butcher the corpse. But it was what came next that almost made him soil himself. A wave of terror washed over him and his mind started to conjour up his every nightmare and bring it to life. Each nightmarish visage worse than the last in a building crescendo of horror. If he had not been in the powersuit armour, he would have probably joined everyone else in their desperate attempts to get out of the arean in any way possible.
All elements of organised combat had vanished and soldiers from every side, Black Hand, Collectors, Pitch Black, they all scrambled desperately to get away from the horrors around them, clawing at others to climb up high, to get them out of the way. Some unfortunates came out in instant open sores that spread all over their body, their flesh rotting at an alarming rate as they screamed themselves to death.
As if all this was not enough, then came the lightning, it burst out of Logan and indiscriminately slammed into anyone who was near, cutting down friend and foe. A bolt sparked against Addes Blaze trooper armour and it was enough to shatter it beyond repair, the already weakened machine gave its final protetsting groan and toppled to the Ground. It had protected Adde from the lightning but it had also trapped him there to suffer the horrors being unleashed by Logan in wave after wave.
Then Logans eyes rolled into the back of his head and he collapsed into a heap, deep into unconsciousness.
An eerie silence grew in the stadium full of corpses and injured bodies. An undescribeable stench filled the air that was thick with a red haze that was taking too long to settle to the ground. Those who had made it outside were mostly Black Hand soldiers and their utter terror spread a panic amongst the unaffected soldiers outside. The fleeing soldiers made no sense, just sceamed and cried and ran for their lives. The Black Hand operatives outside assumed that something horrendous occurred and that they were being routed so joined in with their fleeing comrades, first in a tricle, then in a torrent.
The Pitch Black soldiers outside also had no idea what was going on, but took full advantage and within a few minutes, the area outside the stadium was free of any living enemy. The silence from the stadium spread to encompass its surroundings as soldiers stood around wondering what in all hells had occurred to suddenly end this battle so succinctly.
“STOP STANDING AROUND GAWKING!! I DON’T GIVE A BANTHA S**T WHAT HAPPENED, WE NEED TO GET OUT OF HERE. START LOADING THE GALLO, INJURED ON FIRST, BODIES, MACHINES THEN YOUR LAZY ARSES. WE LEAVE NOBODY BEHIND…… MOVE IT!!!!”
Cora had come out of the Gallo and taken command as nobody else appeared to be doing so. She organised the evacuation in that one yelled command and went into the stadium to see just what the hell had happened and where the hell everyone was. The smell hit her first, making her stomach churn, then the sight took her over the edge. She threw up her breakfast, it had been a damned good one too, and stood herself back up to force the shock away, staring at the scene. A large shadow began to take place and as it grew, it slowly changed into two distinct shapes. Two very large distinct shapes. Lyric and Argon were stumbling towards her, using each other as support, Argon also leaning heavily on his battle axe, now more like a oversized walking cane.
“What the hells happened in here?” she whispered, only just getting the words out.
Lyric shook his head.
“No time. Lot of Collectors down, not dead, need help get all out. Logan too down, not dead…. Maybe dead? Not know.”
Lyric shook his head in exhausted dejection. Cora knew enough than to continue asking questions. She ran back outside and yelled out more instructions, then looked at her timer… just over ten minutes until the NR ground forces arrived… they simply could not still be here when they did. She broke open a channel to the bridge.
“Listen to me carefully, you are absolutely terrified, you are soiling your lacy underwear as we speak. You are certain that you are about to die if you don’t get off the surface of this planet righ now. You don’t know what is going on, but everyone is dying. Get into that character, then get onto the NR space flight control centre and get permission to lift off and get the hells out of here. Remember you are a civilian hauler, not a military vessel. Let me know the second you get clearance.”
Cora then joined into the efforts, commandeering a jailspeeder and smashing it through the main entrance and into the stadium itself. She let it hover there as soldiers filled it with Bone Collector bodies, some dead, some not. She had personally gone out and grabbed Logans limp form with Sen, who had appeared from nowhere and silently helped her, his face ashen.
As it turned out, the jailspeeder was the last vehicle to return to the Gallo, well, the last functional one anyway. Heavy weapons crews had rigged the damaged vehicles and blew them up to remove any distinguishing decals that would link them to AMC in any way at all.
With barely a minute to go, and with the dust trails of the incoming New Republic forces in sight, the Gallo got clearance to leave and the exhausted soldiers were on their way home.
Two hours later, the Gallo got a command message from the New Republic to halt and await for a boarding party to come and run an inspection, but the pilot ignored that message and they hit the hyper lanes the second the gravity well was weak enough to allow it. The ship would never again be seen by anyone outside of the AMC in its current guise and eventually the NR would realise that the submitted documents were forged, but the trail would run cold way before there was enough information to link them to the AMC in any way.
Logan was bleeding from more places than he cared to count. What was left of his armour was barely more than shreds of metal. His vibroaxe had run out of power long ago, its blade heavily notched, his ryyk shattered so all that he held was a jagged metal spike at the end of a handle that was slippery with blood.
But T’dlan was in a worse state, and that is what kept Logan going, kept him alive. It kept him looking for that opening that would end this, or at least an opening that would inflict more pain. Their damaged weapons scraped against each other time and time again, T’dlan managed a blow here, Logan returned one there, tit for tat and on and on the battle went, it seemed like they had been fighting for an eternity. And then it happened, the moment Logan had been waiting for. He was almost too tired, he was almost too slow, but almost was not enough to stop him..
T’dlan had lunged forward trying to skewer Logan with his dented blade, but as he did, his front foot slipped and T’dlan lost his balance. He lost his centre and in trying to regain his balance and stop himself from falling over he spread his arms out to each side. It was only for a split second, almost a blink of an eye, but it was just enough. Logan smashed his axe into T’dlans face. The Trandoshan warrior managed to move his head to the side just enough to avoid the blow to his head, but it slammed right into his shoulder. What was left of his armour shattered and the blade bit down into flesh. T’dlans left arm went limp, but it was not a killing blow. He brought his right arm in but Logan deflected it, slashing his broken blade at T’dlans wrist and almost cutting the hand off. Logan had the scent of victory and he was not letting go. He pushed down hard on his axe, forcing the large reptilian down to his knees. He slashed his blade across T’dlans flailing right arm time and time again, tearing it to shreds and still kept on forcing his weight onto the axe, embedded in his enemies shoulder. Finally there was a muted pop as T’dlans spine cracked and he collapsed onto the ground in a heap.
Logan landed ontop of him, a feril snarl on his lips, his broken blade slamming into the already dead enemy time and time again, hacking it into a messy, unrecogniseable pupl. As he did this, the rage that had been building inside him for so long, the darkness, the hatred, the feelings he had been fighting to keep under control for so long rose up, they took control of him and exploded out of him like a lake bursting through a dam. It poured out in an unstoppable torrent and the more he stabed and hacked and punched, the stronger it became, the better it felt.
HE WAS A GOD. HE WAS INVINCIBLE, HE WAS THE EXECUTIONER.
And it was time for them to die.
ALL OF THEM.
Adde was stunned into immobility. He stared as Logan bent T’dlans back so far he folded it in half snapping the spine and then went on to utterly butcher the corpse. But it was what came next that almost made him soil himself. A wave of terror washed over him and his mind started to conjour up his every nightmare and bring it to life. Each nightmarish visage worse than the last in a building crescendo of horror. If he had not been in the powersuit armour, he would have probably joined everyone else in their desperate attempts to get out of the arean in any way possible.
All elements of organised combat had vanished and soldiers from every side, Black Hand, Collectors, Pitch Black, they all scrambled desperately to get away from the horrors around them, clawing at others to climb up high, to get them out of the way. Some unfortunates came out in instant open sores that spread all over their body, their flesh rotting at an alarming rate as they screamed themselves to death.
As if all this was not enough, then came the lightning, it burst out of Logan and indiscriminately slammed into anyone who was near, cutting down friend and foe. A bolt sparked against Addes Blaze trooper armour and it was enough to shatter it beyond repair, the already weakened machine gave its final protetsting groan and toppled to the Ground. It had protected Adde from the lightning but it had also trapped him there to suffer the horrors being unleashed by Logan in wave after wave.
Then Logans eyes rolled into the back of his head and he collapsed into a heap, deep into unconsciousness.
An eerie silence grew in the stadium full of corpses and injured bodies. An undescribeable stench filled the air that was thick with a red haze that was taking too long to settle to the ground. Those who had made it outside were mostly Black Hand soldiers and their utter terror spread a panic amongst the unaffected soldiers outside. The fleeing soldiers made no sense, just sceamed and cried and ran for their lives. The Black Hand operatives outside assumed that something horrendous occurred and that they were being routed so joined in with their fleeing comrades, first in a tricle, then in a torrent.
The Pitch Black soldiers outside also had no idea what was going on, but took full advantage and within a few minutes, the area outside the stadium was free of any living enemy. The silence from the stadium spread to encompass its surroundings as soldiers stood around wondering what in all hells had occurred to suddenly end this battle so succinctly.
“STOP STANDING AROUND GAWKING!! I DON’T GIVE A BANTHA S**T WHAT HAPPENED, WE NEED TO GET OUT OF HERE. START LOADING THE GALLO, INJURED ON FIRST, BODIES, MACHINES THEN YOUR LAZY ARSES. WE LEAVE NOBODY BEHIND…… MOVE IT!!!!”
Cora had come out of the Gallo and taken command as nobody else appeared to be doing so. She organised the evacuation in that one yelled command and went into the stadium to see just what the hell had happened and where the hell everyone was. The smell hit her first, making her stomach churn, then the sight took her over the edge. She threw up her breakfast, it had been a damned good one too, and stood herself back up to force the shock away, staring at the scene. A large shadow began to take place and as it grew, it slowly changed into two distinct shapes. Two very large distinct shapes. Lyric and Argon were stumbling towards her, using each other as support, Argon also leaning heavily on his battle axe, now more like a oversized walking cane.
“What the hells happened in here?” she whispered, only just getting the words out.
Lyric shook his head.
“No time. Lot of Collectors down, not dead, need help get all out. Logan too down, not dead…. Maybe dead? Not know.”
Lyric shook his head in exhausted dejection. Cora knew enough than to continue asking questions. She ran back outside and yelled out more instructions, then looked at her timer… just over ten minutes until the NR ground forces arrived… they simply could not still be here when they did. She broke open a channel to the bridge.
“Listen to me carefully, you are absolutely terrified, you are soiling your lacy underwear as we speak. You are certain that you are about to die if you don’t get off the surface of this planet righ now. You don’t know what is going on, but everyone is dying. Get into that character, then get onto the NR space flight control centre and get permission to lift off and get the hells out of here. Remember you are a civilian hauler, not a military vessel. Let me know the second you get clearance.”
Cora then joined into the efforts, commandeering a jailspeeder and smashing it through the main entrance and into the stadium itself. She let it hover there as soldiers filled it with Bone Collector bodies, some dead, some not. She had personally gone out and grabbed Logans limp form with Sen, who had appeared from nowhere and silently helped her, his face ashen.
As it turned out, the jailspeeder was the last vehicle to return to the Gallo, well, the last functional one anyway. Heavy weapons crews had rigged the damaged vehicles and blew them up to remove any distinguishing decals that would link them to AMC in any way at all.
With barely a minute to go, and with the dust trails of the incoming New Republic forces in sight, the Gallo got clearance to leave and the exhausted soldiers were on their way home.
Two hours later, the Gallo got a command message from the New Republic to halt and await for a boarding party to come and run an inspection, but the pilot ignored that message and they hit the hyper lanes the second the gravity well was weak enough to allow it. The ship would never again be seen by anyone outside of the AMC in its current guise and eventually the NR would realise that the submitted documents were forged, but the trail would run cold way before there was enough information to link them to the AMC in any way.