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Seeing Skyshatter repulsed, the beings form altering in real time. It's last form being shed in a brilliant explosion of metamorphosis - the shrapnel complemented by an absolutely abyssal feeling of darkness. Something that dwarfed the feeling earlier in the station. It was like Spurius was...

With the swinging swine swung over the stone structure, Spurius smiled and sped forward with the other Knights. With both Gurk and Lomrokk dispatched, Splort would be left mortally wounded from the attacks inflicted by Knights Keer and Sere. Some 900 Gamorreans lay dead, dying, or wounded and...

Having exited the turbolift with Trodai and Keck, Spurius would listen on as the no longer human, human thing spoke to them. Checking for a moment that his personal device was still recording Spurius would swallow hard as he watched Trodai dispatch of the useful droid. "Well, at least he got...

Watching his opponent disappear beneath the bridge gave Spurius some relief. Thinking now to the other assailants he would catch a glimpse of another of the gamorean leaders be dispatched and unceremoniously heaved over the side of the bridge. Backpedaling several steps as not to remain in the...

Seeing the wave of green begin to make it's way over the bridge, and the rainfall of green in ejector seats coming from above. The Knight who had been holding his position behind the lines of imperial shield wielding troopers, simply lifted both hands. Having been gathering his focus from the...

"I have yet to face another force sensitive in combat." Spurius returned very plainly, letting the words hang in the air for a pregnant moment before continuing "But I have trained, I have theory and practice to lean on... It would be best to leave them to me. Clear out any supporting troops to...

With the monstrosity dealt with for the time being Spurius would change direction and make his way to the elevator as well. Joining Keck and Trodai, waiting to see what would come next. Looking for a button for the bridge, Spurius would press it and hold the door for any others in their group.

The incoming fire could be seen before it would catch any of the knights by surprise at this distance. Some bolts sailed overhead and would scorch the IGBC buildings structure, other rounds would impact low on the bridge and the surroun8ding stone work. It was withering fire, and a good thought...

Standing behind the three bolstered rows of shield bearing Imperial Army Troopers on the bridge. Shouts and challenges coming from the Gamoreans on the other end. It was all rather confusing, but it was something the young knight would hope to take advantage of. Sensing the presence of his...

Whistling a light tune under his breath, Spurius would remark quietly "Come here Little Pig, Little Pig, let me in..." in a jaunty tune before his tone would turn as if he was asking a question the farther he got into the next line "Before I huff, and I puff, and I carve you ham hock from green...

"Very good then. If we are all aligned - I suggest we move to our respective staging points and get this show on the road, yes?" Spurius offered, pushing the map back out to its planetary view, removing his data chip from it and stowing the data back in his own datapad "A copy of this data and...

Walking through the streets on Raxus, Spurius was first saddened by the news of the Emperor's death. He was then quickly shocked and appalled to see such a blatant power grab from an outside force. In a time of tumultuous change, it made sense the slimy hutt would rear his head. Looking up to...

Spurius was waiting retorts or additions to his proposed plan from the Lieutenant and Sergeant present. But all he got in the immediate aftermath was a second Sergeant making himself known - wordless and obviously late. But it was passable. He would not be someone making the overall decision...

Rushing through the bulkhead, Spurius would trail Trodai by a few steps. Stopping to pivot and watch the abominations fuse into a somehow more unholy machine. Stopping with the datapad in hand he would call out to the group "I'm going to close the door, move your butts - and whoever can use...

"Agreed Lieutenant." Spurius offered the short professional response. He was merely 18 years of age but carried himself like a young officer would. Having spent the majority of his childhood among his families business proceedings, then the imperial academy and finally, now training with the...