[Atlas] Giving It A Shot - Social

[Aadya Drast]

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The force push from Hask would not be Deeadye's or his men's miraculous savior. Despite the goons being sent askew by the sudden application of force, Aadya's attack was not a targeted one or one that needed to be accurate to succeed - not to mention, with Hask tossing out two powers at once, the push wasn't really as powerful as it could have been to start.

The shattered bottles would send gallons of liquor and shards of glass everywhere, still more than capable of soaking Deaadye and the others. Regardless, the vapor itself was all that was needed to create the massive ball of flame required to incinerate whatever was near it to begin with.

The force fire would find its home, raining napalm down upon them and the bar itself in a brilliant torrent of flames. Aadya needn't control the blaze to make it grow, not with the massive amount of accelerant that had been spewed about. It would be likely that Deaadye and most of the men around him would be fully engulfed in flames, able to do little else before succumbing to the inevitable. The bar itself would begin to go up as well, years of spirits having soaked into the wood, making the perfect kindling for a death-by-inferno.

Shots rang out from the other group of thugs that hadn't been with Deeadye, but Aadya's cover was enough. She had already positioned herself in a way that gave her protection from angles that weren't directly behind her, and she had barely peered her head over to perform her earlier attack. She needed react much at all to render the attacks harmless, slamming into the thick table and fizzling out.

Aadya saw a new face come bursting through the door, his intentions seeming hostile. She would react to that if she needed to, but it appeared as if her compatriot Hask and... another were able handling that.

Aadya's eyes were drawn to the.. apparently falling-through-the-ceiling Valravus, who may have bitten off more than she could chew. As the men drew their weapons to fire, Aadya would reach out with the force and give a firm yank on two of the men's weapons, aiming to send them flying across the bar or otherwise make their ability to fire accurately impossible. Hopefully that was enough for Valravus to get out of her rather sticky situation.

A window behind her became her new end goal, Aadya backing up to it, her defenses still on alert, before cracking out the glass and attempting to get outside. She'd be on a different side of the building from whatever may have still been going on between Leandros and Burkhart, black smoke beginning to form around her should she make it out.

 

[Darth Valravus]

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She was falling and spinning. But she saw the bodies were out of reach. They had begun firing as she was falling though. She was a spinning column of lightsaber. The first salvo of blaster bolts that reached her would get batted away and deflected in randoms directions harmlessly impacting bar decorations or the structure itself. It would have been like trying to throw a pencil through a fan and instead just get struck haphazardly in an unaimed direction.

Her frigaerock five were still present and had stayed in the bar whilst all this rapid comotion had begun. They were still just vaguely deucalian patrons. But most of them had at least a pugio blaster pistol. Seeing several guards take aim at their leader they were moved into action and drew before firing two bolts each into the thugs that had entered. One focused on Deaayde because he just seemed like the loudest one there.

Valravus would summon the power to do a sweeping short range force push burst against any of the four left standing. It was enough just to shove them off their feet and make them miss any follow up shots after the initial salvo. This would hit all four unless two were already dealt with by Aadya (@Logan ) and the imperial agent, Arsenio (@Faded Truth ) then Valravus would just make sure those that remained up would get knocked down hard enough they would be too dazed to fire before she finished what she had in store next. Arsenio's bolts would be aimed far enough away from Valravus at the thugs to not be a risk of her getting hit. They would probably hit the two that Aadya had not tried to take down with the force.

If anybody else took aim to fire at her or any harm came her way she would leap back up through the hole she came down through and back onto the roof. For now, provided the men were down for the count she would throw her saber around herself so that it circled around her at a further distance than she had been able to reach. The blade circling low to cut into the downed men to end their lives. Afterward it would return like a boomerang to her hand, likely still sizzling.

@Faster Than Light @GABAdactyl @vamp @ByakuyaXVTogami @Faded Truth @Logan

 

[The Storyteller]

There was something extremely sinister that settled in the air and with any experienced bar keeper, there were some liquors that you did not mix in this galaxy. Aadya desperation was tainted by ignorance, bottles of exotic drink mixers, alcohols, and ales exploded with her strength in the Force. It certainly was a sight to behold, a power in which one could never imagine having unless they did have it. The liquids splashed everywhere and mixed together that would create deadly mixtures of vapor, gases and to the extent of gooey-napalm mixtures that covered nearly everything. Additionally, the bar itself was not as sterile as one would like to imagine and with the amount of spills and the amount of these potent chemicals that were meant for other species other than humans it was going to be a bad day for everyone involved.

Aadya should have been impressed with herself, the caustic and flammable liquids and semi-liquids had splattered everywhere, no one was exempt. Thugs and Sith alike stepped through it, it was on them, they waved it about as they turned to face their opponents and everyone would have been fine if Aadya learned never to play with fire.

To say things got heated was an understatement.

It certainly was like napalm and in addition with the vapors, the bar had combust. As the fireball erupted with immense speed, heat, and energy, those who were still inside would be the first victims. The oxygen in the bar was sucked from existance, choking any one inside with the carbon dioxide it would leave behind while burning them alive. Luckily death would be quickly for the Darth (@Darasaurus), the Sith Pureblood (@KinkyPrawn), the Imperial Agent (@Faded Truth), and the gangsters (@Faster Than Light & @GABAdactyl) as they would most likely pass out from the sudden lack of air. Holding one's breath would not be of any effect as they were still being burned alive and quickly by the fire that would consume them. As the Mandalorian (@vamp) had entered and the Empress (@Logan) being beside the window, they would be blown backwards. The Mandalorian would feel his armor burn hot against his skin, if he wished to avoid permanent damage, he may need to find a way to cool his armor fast or remove it entirely. However, in his luck, his armor would have saved his life (albeit severe burns to his skin), but he would need extensive repairs to any functions that had been added. Aadya was thrown through the window, but not without injury. The fire would burn her back, arms and face. Melted pieces of glass shards and wood splinters would pierce unnaturally through her limbs and the napalm material would continue to burn into her skin; she would need medical assistance quickly or else her wounds would become fatal. The Sith (@ByakuyaXVTogami) who had followed in behind the Mandalorian would be thrown back by the explosion also, sustaining burns from the fireball that would engulf one of the popular bars on the street.

It would be a spectacle, as it ignited the buildings on either side of the bar, the fireball light up the the night sky and anyone inside those or outside in passing of the area buildings would sustain injuries from flying debris (wood, glass) and extreme heat.

 

[System Defense Force]

And so ends the (short) story of Deaayde. He came into this fight expecting a thrill, the fight of his life knowing who he was coming here for, and little did he know he didn't think the bar would literally combust.

Deaayde never would have expected this, but it was the fight of his life.

Well kriff.

Oh well shit happens. On to the next life he goes. He can look forward to all the drugs, hookah, and spice in the afterlife.

 

[Hask Jen]

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Hask was always a split soul. On one end he was a Sith Pureblood, born and bred for war. Raised by a cruel master to shape him into a killing machine. On the other end, he tried to be a good person. He hated the killing, the violence and the unnecessary deaths of thousands by his own hand. He had killed people and also helped them. He wasn't a good person by any means, but that didn't mean he did not try to do good every once in a while.

He made many friends along the way and lost all of them. Sabrina, Harrison, Kae'leigh, Aurie...Rayne. So many different faces and personalities he had come to know and love, then lose without even a goodbye. The few that were still alive he held dear to his heart. Arial, his oldest and closest friend. Irolia, his crazy love and light. Eisa, one of the very few people that helped him manage his torn soul and find a middle ground. Eithni, the young Nightsister he watched over. So very few remained. But he counted his blessings and fought hard to keep the few remaining friends safe.

He had been through a lot. He pissed off no less than four Sith Lords and lived to tell the tale over and over again. He lost an arm and a piece of himself. The scars and burns over his body gave testament to what he had endured. He was a survivor, a defiant fighter with a soul more free than anybody else that refused to not go down swinging. But he wasn't stupid. He knew he wouldn't be able to flip the Force off for long. One day it would catch up to him.



The flames caught the vapours and fumes, and he could feel something was wrong. But it was too late. He raised his hands and tried to do...something. Raise a barrier? manipulate the flames? He wasn't sure. All he knew was that he got his wish: to go down swinging. It might not have been in a grand fight with one of his remaining enemies, but then again...wasn't this just as good a place as any? The flames rushed at him and before he had a chance to have a say in the matter, it all went black.



A short life, but a free one. That's what he desired and what he left the Sith for. He had many things left unfinished, but that didn't matter now. He lived his life how he saw fit and he enjoyed every minute of it as much as he could. The bad, the good, all of it. There was only one regret he carried with him to his death...

He never got to say goodbye...

/Exit Thread

 

[Darth Perilius]

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It was hot.

As simple as that, the air, everything, was burning.

Everything has gone against his wishes. In the blur of the fireball, he saw his opponent get knocked in one direction and immediately after he was knocked himself. The flames and embers seared into his armor and flesh, the fireball of an explosion diminishing after what felt like forever. For sure, the Crusader broke one or two ribs from the impact to the wall. Some of skin had melted to his armor from the extreme heat, but he would survive. Whenever the smoke cleared from view, he saw an entire scene of horrors:

His enemy, the Field Marshal was thrown with his armor burning in hellfire, melting upon his skin. Markov saw the pitiful man, but he lost sight of him in the blast. He contemplated his thoughts before dismissing it for the time being. There were many bodies he didn’t recognize and care about on the floor either unconscious or deceased as well.

What looked to be an imperial agent had be consumed by the firestorm, the body had be burnt to a crisp. As Markov’s eyes began to clear up under the helmet of his armor, he caught sight of a familiar Sith Lord he worked with frequently.. Not her.. Why her.. Darth Valarus shouldn’t have gone out that way.. Markov contemplated as he coughed, attempting to kneel up as he tried to recover his ability to walk. He felt injured physically and emotionally; he was devastated from the occurrence. Markov did not know where Hask was, but he didn’t want to discover it. One of the first people he met and interacted with, a friend of his.. gone just like that.

The most vivid image he caught was of the Sith Empress being blasted through a window. This alerted him the most because of the sheer important of her. Markov knew that he’d need to attend to her fast in order to keep her alive. He felt his body ache and attempt to keep him down, but Markov was determined to get up. The force shall guide me.. The Force shall set me free.. he recited in his head as he got up, wincing in pain. He limped over to the window where he last saw the Sith Empress fly through, and caught sight of her: grievous injuries, severe burns everywhere, she was destroyed with death crawling up, but she was alive. Markov urgently used a hololink to communicate to his ship. Markov made sure to carefully go through the blasted window, careful to not get injured by stray glass.

“Send my ship down to my location, then board and take off as soon as possible.. we must get the Empress to a medical bay as soon as we can. Prepare to be able to attend to her wounds....” Markov commanded with fierce urgency. As the ship would come and time ticked, he’d tap into the force and concentrated hard in order to attempt to soothe the pain from the Sith Empress, as well as slow down the burning process as much as he could without sapping his energy. Whenever Markov’s ship arrived, a group of Markov’s guards would take the Empress into the ship and Markov would follow the group.

He followed as they would lay the Sith Empress onto a bed, with a medical doctor at the ready to slow down the burning and help treat her wounds. “Set course for the closest Sith World, and land at the best medical bay you can get her. That is an order...” he ordered as his navigator quicker calculated and then, they would enter hyperspace.. she was saved.

It was over, the battle had been finished, and the horrors would be remembered. All of the death and destruction of today would haunt him as well as the Empire whenever the news spread. A Darth killed, with an agent and a high ranking ally of the Sith, all killed in action, with the Empress severely wounded.



//Exit Thread
@Logan

 

[Drace Solus]

It all went to hell in the blink of an eye. Drace had just barely placed his foot down on the threshold when the bar burst into flame, an explosion rocking the building and sending the Field Marshal flying back, armor searing hot against his skin. No pistol drawn, no step to the right. Instead, he found himself back outside. On the bright side, no lightsaber had been impaled through his back. Drace used the momentum to kick off his jetpack, flying smoothly away from the bar and toward the water of the beach, ripping his helmet off his head as fast as he could, already feeling himself suffocating from the heat. He chucked it away and it landed on the sand below with a thud, where it would eventually be retrieved once he didn't feel like his flesh was burning off.

His face had been burned some, but his body took the brunt of the heat in the time it took him to reach the water and dive in. By the time he reached it and felt the cool liquid soothing his burns, he was covered in blisters and the flesh was raw in many parts everywhere from his chest to his shoulders and back. The Mandalorian unclasped his armor and slid out of it, throwing it to shore, a few meters away. The sea water reached up to his knees, but the moment he was armor-less, he let himself fall into it, closing his eyes as his nerves slowly relaxed. Drace had come close to death today, and he had learned a valuable lesson. Charging head-first into battle was unwise, though it irritated him that it had taken first-degree burns for him to learn that.

Many others had died, though he hadn't noticed in his hurry to make it out. Hell, he hadn't even noticed the Sith Crusader that had tried to take a swing at him. The fight had been devastating for the Sith, and the best part was that they had done it to themselves. Why fight the Empire when its stupidity is its own greatest enemy?

EXIT.​

 

[Darth Valravus]

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Her lightsaber lashed out, slicing through the thugs that had been around her. Her two differently colored irises turned to look over the commotion at Aadya. She wanted to make sure she was ok. Flames rose rapidly and for a split second she saw the Empress over the rapidly burning air.

Darth Valravus's black sclera reflected the flames as they reached toward her. This was why she had become who she was. Long ago over Atrer III her mind had split when she had felt death approaching. Her other side would not have to worry. She would have switched to her present state of mind a few days back and Drali would never wake from her slumber.

The Sith Lord had been there to protect them both from the horrors of the galaxy long before she had been in any sort of power. Everything she had one was for the two of them. What was beyond she did not know. There was more she wanted to do but deep down she understood her death was imminent.

Overhead in the night sky Fraenir flew. Never again would he have a human companion. Instead in the coming months and years he would probably grow to be a legend of Atlas as the local beast that harasses the foolish or attack the gangs from time to time out of spite for killing its mother. But it would be a sad existence and a lonely one. Even the arkanian dragon was destined to die on this strange world alone and angry.

The woman's hand had time to reach up to her talisman she had earned with Aadya ages ago as her flesh began to burn away. Darth Valravus broke connections with her saber letting it just fall to the ground before she died. Her lightsabers would do her no good and neither would the talisman. But it gave her comfort. The Deucalian had left her mark on the galaxy deeper than most. By the time the once floating weapon hit the ground the woman's world went forever dark as her body was flash burned among the rest.

@Faster Than Light @GABA @Logan @KinkyPrawn @Faded Truth @ByakuyaXVTogami permanently exiting thread

 

[Aadya Drast]

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The graveness of Aadya's mistake was almost immediately evident. The plume of fire expanded far faster and much larger than she would have ever intended, Aadya watching with her eyes wide in horror. She caught eyes with Zandrali over the sizzling, nearly molten air around them dissipated, eaten up by the growing fireball. She mouthed three simple words to her friend, sending them to her mind with telepathy, unsure if she was able to see it or understand in the seconds before the inevitable. "I love you."

The tears would have been streaming down Aadya's face under normal circumstances, but they evaporated nearly as fast as they had come, Aadya being blasted back through the window by the explosion that she'd created. The sudden change in pressure that has sent her flying was unnaturally strong, Aadya landing on the ground, rolling along it like a simple rag doll.

Breathing hurt, a combination of inhaling super heated air and probably cracked ribs. She could feel blood dripping down the side of her face, shards of glass and wood splinters having embedded themselves inside of her, deep and with wanton abandon. Probably due to shock, Aadya couldn't feel the areas of her body that had been burned. Large swathes of her body had been nearly melted away, though that was damage to be assessed later.

Despite all of this, Aadya's first instinct on opening her eyes was to attempt - feebly, futilely - to drag herself back towards the bar. In her mind, if she could get there, maybe Zandrali would still be alive.. still be savable. She wasn't, and couldn't be, Aadya knew this deep down. But still, one arm reaching out in front of her, clawing at the dirt in a vain attempt to drag her battered, bruised, burned, shattered carcass back to where she had come from was all she could think about.

It was then she felt someone lift her from the ground, her mind beginning to fade into unconsciousness from the trauma, from the bloodless, the pain. Aadya struggled against her savior, screaming as loudly as her injured lungs would let her, hands weakly pounding against Markov's body. She did not want to go, she had to check on Zandrali. She did not want to leave her without her. "Go back. GO BACK." The tears were back now, running tracks through the dust and soot that covered her face.

The commands would fall on deaf ears from Markov, the man doing his duty to get Aadya to safety. Her body finally giving in, blackness encroaching on the corners of Aadya's vision, she had only one last wish before she fell unconscious.

She wished she would have died too.

 

[Revora Musana Kelborn]

So the Cathar found herself returning to the mess that she nearly got herself into it. Thinking about how she was close to joining the piles of bodies. What a sad affair. She was trying to quickly rummage through the rubble looking for anyone that might of been alive. Though really that was a lie she was telling herself. If they were still alive they would have moved out of the carnage, or be crying out for help or anything. Now for this quiet moment all she could do was be a vulture looting the dead. It wasn't grandiose work, it was anything but and sometimes when you're forced to look into the dead, locked expressions of the bodies it was a lot to take in. She walked over to a Sith pureblood one who seemed to be interesting mainly because he came off as being a rogue darksider not many of those out there... Wonder what he would have been like to talk to... Now she was merely looting the 2 quickdraws he had. Hmm wonder what the story was behind getting them. Through the burns she saw other scars that were clearly there before the fire. This man had been through a lot and seen so much likely. War, even if being a Mando meant you were geared for it your whole life that didn't stop these moments from hitting her soul a bit.

Next she made her way over to a Sith holding on to some sort of pendant. It was clear this meant something to the lady. A part of her wanted to spit in her face for being a Sith and a contributor to the massacre on Mand'alor yet another part couldn't help but mourn for everyone to a certain extent. She noticed that her grip had loosened and the Talisman was at risk of falling out of her hand. She closed the fist of Sith to make sure that she would still hold on to it and keep it close to her remains. It seemed like the right thing to do. Even to someone she would have called a bastard to her face. Granted in death maybe that stuff didn't matter. Who knew what's out there for them beyond the veil of life. She took a Lullaby from her with a strange amount of respect and care making sure not to disturb the body too much.

After that was done she would retreat from the blast zone and hang around the area. Letting all the fires die down and calm. She would help gather up every mandalorian corpse and prepare them for a mass burial. After all if they were going to exit the galaxy that was how they would want to be sent off.

 

[Leandros Solus]

Leandros drew his blaster, keeping it ready just in case some opportunist looter or pro-Imperial aggressor came after him. With the rubble off of his body and the others going about their own business, he decided to take this opportunity to inspect the wreckage. He needed to see the bodies. He needed to confirm how many Sith had died with his own eyes. His thermal undersuit would keep him from being burned; he just needed to be careful picking his way through the rubble of the firebombed bar. Burkhart had a similar idea and seemed to want to scavenge the area, though Leandros didn’t particularly care. If the Sith had died in the explosion, he’d let the man leave in shame, never to be seen again. He saw Revy too, but paid her little mind. She was free to loot to her heart’s content.

He vaulted over the fragments of a blown-out window, glass shards crunching underfoot as he landed. The inside of the bar was hot and choked with smoke, but his suit filtered most of the harmful airborne contaminants. Whatever happened in here was complete and total, the devastation rivaling most medium-sized bombs. Curiosity took hold as he started looking around. By now, Atlas-controlled firestoppers had arrived to put out the flames, blasting suffocating fire suppression foam over anything still burning. Smoldering wood still decorated the building, but the raging inferno had been all but extinguished. Few people paid him any mind; Mandalorians, especially the Mand’alor, were enemies of the Sith, just like Atlas. They wouldn’t start anything with him as long as he did the same.

Leandros saw a hand sticking out beneath some rubble, a scorched lightsaber nearby the body. He picked it up and clipped it onto his belt, adding to his collection. There were few people in the bar who had lightsabers, so he began tossing rubble off of the body to see whether the Empress had died or not. His search efforts revealed the body of Valravus, skin bubbling and charred, face all but unrecognizable. It wasn’t the Empress, but it was a high-ranking Darth, and that was satisfactory to him. He ignored the second lightsaber, just needing the one to prove the kill. Where Revy showed the corpse proper decorum, Leandros did no such thing, tossing and turning the body as if it were garbage, letting her pendant fall to the ground to join the rest of the clutter.

He continued to scrounge through the area and noticed the corpse of Hask. The same as Val, he was burned immensely, and it looked fairly painful. Seeing the dead pureblood brought him a small measure of joy, but he ignored whatever satisfaction he gained in favor of picking up his yellow-bladed lightsaber. He clipped the weapon to his belt and ignored the guns Revy had taken, figuring he had enough as-is.

The rest of his search turned up no body of Aadya Drast, much to his immense chagrin. The schutta had somehow managed to escape, and that fired him up. Knowing her, she probably set the firebomb herself to cover her own exit. His eyes scanned the room, noticing a partially cracked security camera in one of the corners that offered it fairly good view of the battle scene, clearly designed to give the pirates who came here a reason to not steal or cause too much of a ruckus. He alerted the officials putting out the fire of the camera, informing them that it could lead to the capture of whomever did this atrocity.

Leandros, unsatisfied with the results of his search, made his way outside the bar to go ensure Lily was safe. His twelve Mandalorian honor guard had her completely surrounded and protected, forcing anyone in the area to give them a wide berth. He ran to her and lifted her up into his arms, clutching her tight. With his child safe, two new lightsabers added to his collection, and what would hopefully be footage of the bar fight being released soon, Leandros made his way back to his ship, eager to see what comes from this and see the truth of the matter.

 

[Burkhart Kelborn]

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His boot left an imprint in the dirt, deep ones. He stowed the lightsaber he had been ready to use earlier leaving him with just his renegade blaster pistol. Burkhart's hand gripped what was left of the door frame with his right hand. It crumbled partially and he could feel the heat through his heat insulated gloves of the flash formed embers. The Morling did not have any filter on his helmet and despite having smoked cigaras most of his life the acrid air of burned flesh and the surroundings stung.

The twisted bodies of charred corpses lay strewn about in every corner of the bar. It seemed like Burkhart had narrowly escaped with his life, again. Time and time again he came a hair's breadth away from death and always avoided the worst case sinario. But this time he did not feel so lucky.

He walked over to the clearly four armed corpse of the codru-ji that belonged to his crew member, Jaes. If it were not for his extra limbs it would have taken him a lot longer to find him. Next to him was vaguely feminine figure of his other crew member, Lexi. Both of them had stayed with him and had been at his side as his trusted companions. The Morling would mourn their death.

Through the smoke he saw Revy pick her way through the bodies. Leandros was conducting himself similarly. He walked over to the Cathar. His smooth helmet still had the jaig eyes on them, emblazoned in orange. After seeing more of his clan killed he raised a hand to his forehead and touched where the icongraphy was painted on. The slayer badge and the parjii symbol remained hidden underneath the leather jacket he wore over his armor though he wondered if it was time for him to remove them for an assortment of reasons.

"Valravus. That is...was...Darth Valravus." He said to Revy from a distance without looking at her. Seeing as she was taking care of the corpse of the woman it seemed appropriate she know the identity of the Sith. He had seen her before all hell had broken loose. Now he stooped down and picked up one of her sabers that was apart from her body. Whether it had been knocked away by the explosion or she had been using her dark side of the force to conduct some action he did not know. The dar'manda picked it up and examined it for a moment before stowing it on his belt. He picked up the bag that lay beside the corpse of the Deucalian Sith Lord. A quickdraw was inside along with a few other personal items. Burkhart's practiced eye knew their value and tied it off around his waist.

The body of another caught his eye. It was different colored skin, at least the parts that had not been burned away completely. Burkhart did not know the man that it had once been very well. They had gambled a little before all this had gone down. The man had bet a favor. "That's what you get for being a cheep di'kut." He shook his head with a sigh knowing the man had been packing some heat after seeing Revy pull some hardware from him. But that was not all he had. Burkhart looked through his belongings finding a pilots license, the edge burnt and curled slightly. The lamination warped but confirmed his identity. A lightsaber was among his possessions as well. It seemed the local thugs had cause to draw their weapons on him after all. The trio of mandalorians went about their own business. Burkhart did not rise immediately from the body of the pureblood. The lightsaber just further confirmed Burkhart's assumptions towards Hask. He was almost certain that the man had been an agent of the Empire at one point.

One part of Hask stood out. Through burnt and torn clothes, among the rest of the crisp flesh was the scorched metal of the man's cybernetic arm. Burkhart's right arm closed into a fist as he leaned in closer to examine it. Yep, that's no ordinary arm He thought to himself. His own arm was the same level of craftsmanship after all. If it had been a mandalorian he would have left it with the body. But Hask had owed him and now that he was dead he could not pay up. This was the next best thing. With one of Hask's lightsabers and his Vor'yc Baar left arm the Morling would call them even. Removing the cybernetic took some work. It was damaged, but not destroyed.

Once he removed the prosthetic he stood over the body and looked at the rest of the area around him and smoke softly only to himself. "Suppose this is where I should say something." But he said nothing else. Burkhart stood a moment longer and then turned on his heel too gather up his dead comrade's bodies.

Revy was at the edge of the blast zone and he passed by her. His pointed helmet did not look at her but he gave her his disposable commlink. It had a single contact in it, Burkhart. She had shot at him moments ago but he still saw her as his clan, even if the new Mand'alor had branded him as an outcast. She could chuck it, give it to Leandros, whatever she wanted. It was her choice. "Best of luck ner'vod" Melancholy hinted in his voice as he literally headed off into the sunset.

♣ EXIT THREAD ♣​