The Battle of Naboo: The Emperor's Retreat (DEATH ENABLED)

[The Kyzer]

All doubts of the leader of this horde were cast aside when the infected Mandalorian blasted the explosive charge into oblivion. This explosion, however, wasn't wide enough to set off the detonite tape the woman had set up along the sides of the wall. It was strong enough to collapse a corner of a building, though, so the same effect was reached but in the wrong location. Of course, the infected man's usage of the Dark Side perturbed her. Either he had been sensitive to the Force beforehand or the monstrosities themselves were able to utilize it and that was a chilling thought. Silver lining: the beast's power was raw and untrained. If he kept exercising such power, he'd find himself sprawled out on the ground choking on his own spit.

What was immensely clear to Adrasteia was her fallen foe's importance. He commanded the others. Her old training sped the logic along at the speed of light. The Mandalorian had to die. Boxed in, the Sith didn't have much of an option to fight now. She was just so damned tired. Killing fools really took a lot out of a person. The Mandalorian raised his blade to challenge her, and the woman answered with a shout.

"I've never seen a man so eager to die twice!"

That was when she noticed it. A powerful Force presence unlike any she'd previously encountered...and it was above her. Panic set in for a split-second as the man slammed into the ground with enough force to shatter the building he landed on. The woman deftly spun to her left in a graceful sidestep, allowing another building's corner to take the brunt of the blast. The sudden rush of power and danger flooded the area and, combined with her desperation and the Black's incessant hunger, awakened something deep inside of Adrasteia. Like a starving child desperate for food, Adrasteia's body hungered for the Force. She'd expended so much power that she was near-empty, and her body craved fulfillment.

Reaching out in the Force with a primitive savagery of her own, the tall warrior felt the various presences of the Black. She could feel their life force. The Black closed around her...and then suddenly melted into sickening piles of dark sludge as their essence was consumed by the Sith. It would have been somewhat of a shock to any watching who didn't know of the Black's vulnerability to the Force. Not Adrasteia, though. She didn't care, or rather, couldn't care. Power flooded into her veins which each death. Her skin began to burn with power and rage.

Without warning, the ground gave way beneath where she had stood, but it didn't matter to her. There was only one thing that mattered.

The Mandalorian.

The Mandalorian must die.

The woman leaped over the hole and charged through the alley, cutting down a few monsters in her path (which didn't kill them but would incapacitate them momentarily), and gave chase to the infected Mandalorian. The damned bastard kept sending more abominations back toward her, but she just brushed them aside or danced around them. She caught up to the Mandalorian as it infected a group of humans just outside where the city walls used to be. She belatedly realized that it was the family she and the rifleman had saved not ten minutes ago and the fiery furnace of rage that had replaced her heart nearly exploded.

"You!" the woman cried, her voice carrying a certain weight to it as she began to march toward the fool who was a little more than twenty-five meters away.

"You will not escape judgement!"

 

[Richie B.]

The Beast had just finish infecting the family, the first of the black, the beast planned on leading to the stars, not already dead husks but rather intelligent and stronger than the ones on Naboo. Though the beast did this for the mother, to provide her with new children. The beast turned around when the woman cried at him, the beast remembered the woman killing him and was starting to get annoyed by her, speaking to the now infected family directly he made them walk around the woman two to the left the father and uncle to the right. The mother and the aunt would be to the sith's left the children to the sith's back, the beast was going to kill the sith and drag her with him as his pet. The beast allowed the darkside to build up within it, feeling the power and hate sensation go through its veins, the beast though lost some of it's intelligence was smart enough to make a trap for the Sith.

"W-w..hy do, y.. ou fo..ll-ow?" The beast asked hoping to get the Sith to speak, even if the sith didn't the beast kept the beskad in his right hand and the combat knife in it's left hand. An waited to see what the Sith would do, under the helmet the beast licked it's lips.

The beast was far stronger than Norin was, and with the force it knew it would be able to handle the sith, and was already thinking about how to use the Sith in the beasts new army.

 

[blstrgmr]

As he ran, Prospero would hear the skinny ones screaming and bolting after him. A rather large amount of fire from his assault blaster aimed behind him would do the trick. He was glad that he always chose this armor to wear in the field...had a bit of everything, and plenty of room for ammunition. He ejected the energy cell and slapped a new one into the receiver. Ammunition would not be an issue for the remainder of this fight, especially given that he had barely touched the gun during the conflict wit the Imps. Even if they weren't completely destroyed, it was easily enough fire to keep them out of the fight for a while.

Prospero kept pace with Adrasteia as best he could, which was fairly well given his almost completely energized pace. Sniping was nice. Didn't require a lot of running around. A gunship soared overhead. Hope. As he caught up with the Sith woman, he faintly caught the impressive trick she did with the Force to gain some energy back. Damn...helping an Imperial. Prosperso supposed that it was too fargone to worry about such factions now. Both of them were in the business of saving lives...and making sure this abomination never made it off the damn rock.

The sniper landed near her from his crumbling rooftops and prepared a green flare, striking it and holding it up in the air for the gunship to see, then dropping it to the ground. A new energy cell had been placed in the rifle, one that was rather large and drum-shaped. In the sniper's left hand, now reaching out of his vest, produced a flashbang. How he loved this armor. A little bit of everything for a bit of any situation. Almost as soon as Adrasteia made the connection of the family, Prospero did as well. "You're on the big guy. We've got a minute or two. Time to right these ****s." The flashbang grenade was thrown straight up into the air, sans pin. It exploded with a blinding light and deafening crack. In the low daylight, not so bad...but to these creatures used to the hells of the underground, it was very, very effective.

Leveling the blaster rifle at the approaching, yet stunned horde, Prospero began to fire.

 

[TweedPawn]

So, she continued on. What had become of this area? It used to be such a great place to unleash hordes, eat, and sleep. She was merely following her usual routine, or trying to. Yet, her children were being slaughtered. She roared again, thrashing her tail around to knock down some buildings. There were annoying flying things everythere still. Some of the prey below were now starting to fight back.

She wished her children were old enough to hunt, but they were still so small. Still the usual thing to do would be to chew some of these brutes and then spit them back up.

The great mother opened her maw and began to sweep the streets for anything tender and fleshy.

 

[BLADE]

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Setting up the "weapon" as planned hadn't taken too long and Harry --ugh I'm out of my sodding mind I am-- had evinced what might be called alacrity (it was hard to tell with a reptilian three-hundred story tall thing) for the prospect of fighting on behalf of his master? Father?

No going down that rabbit hole.

The giantess bint bending down was sort of on point for that metaphor. She was trying to scoop up tasty bits of Balthazar along her children but bless the old git he was entirely too mobile. A few flashbang grenades and some more ordinance had cleared enough space for him and her scans read that he was close enough to the other thermal signatures for this to work.

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Rhynde frowned. What was this? Codger radio?

She reached for the player and popped out the holotape.

"To Yelena: A Mixtape for Our Mixing."

EW! EW! EW! EW!

She reached for one of her holdovers.

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Much better.

And then it was on.

Point the First. The gunship she had filched from the fine folks at TIPS (responsible for the little petri dish apocalypse unleashed on her beloved city) had a very good sound system. Including a speaker system. She communicate as much to the people on the ground.

"Oi! Wankers on the ground! (COME AND SLAM AND WELCOME TO THE JAM) If you have telemetry turn it on. You're going to need to stay inside my projection zone. (COME AND RUN BABY RUN). And you beady-eyed undead cunts? We'll see you in hell (YOU WANNA HOOP SO SHOOT BABY SHOOT)."

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Balthazar was proud. Well not of the profanity. Well okay he was. But also of just how damned stealthy Harry had learned to be. The Queen, bent down and trying to eat him (and wouldn't that be the one time he'd hate the idea of a strong woman trying to eat him?) did not notice the giant Saurian beast hustling behind her and did not notice him prepping his lance (the old Theed Tower antenna) nor his scales powering up with the irradiated ions of all of Char's wasted atmosphere. Did not notice his adorable Pendragon cape (Made from a real circus tent canvas! The biggest one in the Mid Rim!)

Point the Second.

Lightning seemed to be a thing these black beasties didn't enjoy.

Point the Third.

Their special TIPS gunship could extend its shields. And like proper ray shields... well it could handle rays.

Balthazar reached out for the living forms around him and through the Force could... well suggest that they get within range or otherwise prepare to get extra crispy.

Harry approached the Mother and even if his shot didn't connect (and boy howdy that was almost an impossibility) the air was already heavy with wind, and thunder and.

The remains of the old reservoir were struck down with lightning so powerful it vaporized the entire building.

Balthazar grinned and prepared to vault over onto the Queen Mother's shoulder. He had his own part to play after all, and he was not going to bet --big-boned though the lady was (to put it delicately) that she was lightning proof.

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[The Kyzer]

"W-w..hy do, y.. ou fo..ll-ow?"

"Your filth cannot be allowed to spread, creature. Your taint will be cleansed this day in righteous fire. And to the man who once was inside of you, I say only one thing..."

Adrasteia continued her slow march toward the champion of the Black as her comrade gunned down the infected family.

"Your continued existence is dishonorable. If you allow this beast to control you, then you are...dar'manda"

The woman hoped it would be enough to distract the beast. The man she'd slain had been a fool, but a fool with honor. There was something to respect there. Maybe there was still enough of the fool left in this shambling corpse to hold it steady. To give the creature pause. Just a momentary lapse in the defenses. That was all she was looking for. Not that it mattered in the long run, but it made things simpler while offering redemption for the former-man. The Sith summoned her telekinetic might and utilized it.

While the creature may have the Dark Side, and it may be angry, but it wasn't trained in such things. It was an acquired rage. Adrasteia had been born into it. Molded and Sculpted from her vast anger. The beast may be strong, but the monster that was Adrasteia was stronger. She lifted the creature and threw it just as the gunship deployed its ray shield.

The abysmal creature would be tossed through the electrified energy shield and ripped apart on a near-molecular level by the lightning storm outside.

 

[Richie B.]

The beast didn't pause like the Sith wanted the man was gone only the beast remained, when the sniper began shooting at the family, the beast commanded them to attack the Sith, even if they were being shot, the infected and still use there noises, and when the alpha commanded them they could do nothing but obey, the man would grab the Sith's ligthsaber arm, while the infected woman would grab the Sith's shield arm. Even the children would jump and attempt to bite the Sith's neck off.

The beast felt the Sith starting to build up the force within her, and did the only thing it could do, a force pull being instant and aimed for the Sith's legs, it wouldn't be strong, but because the Sith was top heavy she would easily lose balance, and lose her concentration. Even as the family was slowed down by the blaster bolts, once they got close enough to the Sith, the sniper would be force to stop or accidently hit the Sith. The beast charged up in the force and began to run towards the Sith, after the force pull than sent a force push at the Sith upper body, even with the Sith had remained standing she would than either be knocked to the ground or continue to be force to try to keep herself up right, giving the beast enough time to be in striking range, thanks the the increased strength and power the beast sent his Beskad to the Sith's face while the combat knife was going at the Siths head.

Yet not even that was the end of the Beasts assault, the beast sent a swift kick to the Sith's leg, the black condensing within its leg making it as strong as concrete even if the Sith armor was strong the kick should do some damage. The family would be at attacking distance when the beast started its attack, the man at the Siths lightsaber arm, the woman at the Sith's shield arm and the children attacking the Siths neck, only the children were going to do any damage the adults were just going to grab onto the Sith's arms to hold her down, with the black in them it increased there strength. Hopefully just enough to slow the Sith so the Beast can kill her.

 

[Phoenix]

Our situation is not improved, he thought to himself. In about 30 seconds everything seemed to have gotten just a little bit more insane. What had initially started out as a simple battle had now turned into a monster fest, and the fact was, it was time to adapt to the insanity.

Some Brit in a shuttle flew overhead and began projecting some message about needing to get under cover of her shield. While he typically wouldn’t have been eager to comply, he noticed moments later that there was some new monster on the scene. UN. BE. LIEV. ABLE. You have GOT to be kidding me. It appeared that things were just heating up.

He was still more or less intent on getting to the SD, but at the moment, he needed to get away from the Kaiju fight in the streets. The big Black monster seemed to be scooping people right out of the streets now and eating them, and the only thing protecting he and the Jedi from Kaiju V2 was someone else’s shield. Speaking of which, where in the heck had Kaiju V2 come from?

He made his way to a nearby building, somehow miraculously avoiding the monsters outside, which seemed to be more than preoccupied with the Queen of the Fecal-Quake. That was all fine with him, for the moment he didn’t really care about that. His mind was on making it to that SD alive, though first he was going to have to stay under the shield long enough not to be killed by the ionic storm.

This was just turning out to be a downright darn dandy day.

 

[The Kyzer]

The beasts attacked before she was ready. That was...disheartening. Resisting the champion's pull was easy enough, but that allowed for the family to get in close. Still, they were damaged by the blaster bolts far more than their master thought. They were too fresh to regenerate fast enough from the rifle shots, so their strength was limited. Adrasteia's, on the other hand, was decidedly not. The man grabbed her right arm, but a quick twirl of her lightsaber in her hand, switching to a reverse-grip, allowed her to slash him through the midsection then behead him. Another flick of the weapon cut the arms of the woman off while a release of her pent-up telekinetic power obliterated the children and the remains of their parents and she fed off of their deaths. The Black infection's vulnerability was one easily exploited by the Dark Side-powered warrior.

Of course, Adrasteia was quite unprepared by the champion's barreling push. She was tossed backward a few meters and landed on her back. A quick tuck of her legs caused her to roll back and over to a crouched-position utilizing her momentum. The warrior stood up just as the avatar of the Black reached her, and smiled as he kicked at her. With the combination of Adrasteia's own bioengineered enhancements, the armor, and her presence in the Force, there was no way he was going to knock her off of her feet. She didn't count on the fact that the creature's own self-hardening made the kick so strong that it effectively shattered the Sith's shin plate, but far more damage was done to the creature's leg.

He thought himself crafty. He thought he had her on the ropes. He didn't realize just how furious his persistence made her. With no more allies to call his own, the avatar of the Black was going to learn the hard way why it should have never messed with the avatar of vengeance.

So she simply picked him up with the Force, deflecting his weapons with her lightsaber and shield, and flung him like a child into the shield to her right. There was no build-up this time. It wasn't needed. There was only the hate and rage.

 

[vamp]

Matt followed Corto cautiously, after hearing the Brit broadcast his message.

Ah **** yes, a Brit. Sweet salvation.

Similar to any popular sci fi British TV show, a witty British person had shown up in a spaceship to save everyone and land themselves a spouse. Matt had no problem with this, and once underneath the shield, he sat down. Matt closed his eyes and focused like he never had before, with an intensity he didn't know he could muster.

Once Matt felt like the Force was stronger with him, he stood up and let out a deep breath.

As the battle became more extreme, Matt decided that so will he.

 

[blstrgmr]

The gunning was working, it seemed. It was buying Adrasteia valuable time and openings. More to the point, the horde was focused on her, the considerably more dangerous threat. Prospero moved himself to a better angle, as he was reasonably free to do so, and took aim at the horde's Champion. Irons lined up on their mass, Prospero sprayed a dense barrage of blaster fire at them, walking his shots as need be. He had more than enough energy in the cell and time to do adjust his fire without pause. The bolts would slice and burn straight through the flesh of the black, leaving it necessary to slow and regenerate indefinitely, less they fall all over themselves. Though he hadn't planned for it, the Champion's now damaged leg would hinder him greatly if he attempted to flee from this barrage. Even the fleshy shields he might conjure from his hordes would be pose no hindrance to the heated bolts penetrating power.

Barrage finished, Prospero began to take calculated movements backward, planning his next move and taking careful stock of what was left in his armor. His shots were calculated to keep the closest aggressors converging on his comrade off of her.

 

[Richie B.]

The beast was angry, being attacked by two people was annoying, the beasts leg was damage. Yet the black will fix it easily, the beast felt the force grab it, acting on instinct, the beast quickly sent out two spikes from its chest, where the black had fused with the destroyed armor. The spikes were made out of the black, and would penetrate the Sith's eyes and blind her, they were so close that it would be almost impossible to dodge the, and once it went into the Sith's eyes it would begin to spread and infect the powerful sith.

The beast had no defenses against the Sith's attacks, the other infected were destroyed yet the beast would continue to fight until their was nothing left of it. Yet the black could do amazing things, the black on the beast formed tentacles from its chest, and as it is going into the air, would puncture the ground, slowing down the beast and with the aid of the Beskad it would stop before it hit the shield. The tentacles went back into the beasts body, and now the beast was angry, releasing a roar that would scare most veteran soldiers, showing the anger and the determination of the beast. An once more the beast went charging at the Sith, with the dark side building up within it, the beast would be ready for the best round.



THE GOOD DOCTOR:

The good doctor watched everything from a small room, in the underground, more specifically in the sewages of the city, he was wearing what most scientist or doctors would wear, the stereotypical white lab coat with a clean dress shirt and pants wearing rectangular glasses. He sat on a nice leather chair that can go 360 degrees. He sat in front of a small table with many screens showing slightly different videos, one showed some of the infected feeding on the dead, another showed some of the infected fighting each other, and others even showed some of the infected fighting together in a group to hunt those still alive.

Yet no matter how disturbing or revolting the images were the good doctor always had a smile on his face. Watching, thinking to himself how his creations though imperfect can be so beautiful. He saw all but one of the infected as failures, yet the good doctor knew that even failures has their uses and showed mercy on those that didn't meet his expectations. A young women, wearing a ripped up nurses outfit, her skin pale, her hair straight and black the veins showing a unnatural black one could say the human women was pretty once. Now with pure black eyes she looked more demonic than anything.

She stood their with a datapad, the one she once used to take notes on, during her time being a assistant, yet now her face was expressionless, she had lost her emotions long ago when she was first experimented on. A test subject now that the good doctor had the heart to keep with him, though she was another failure. The good doctor notice everything and had access to every holo cam, and had sent out droids to record everything. In the good doctors mind the experiment was going great, the data he was receiving was worth all the failed test subjects that would be lost. Than the images of Norin, now the beast becoming one of the black and using the force, surprised the good doctor and made the good doctor smile bigger, if that was even possible. Though the good doctor never liked the force, it was too mysterious, to much like magic and for the good doctor, though there was a time the good doctor wanted to experimented on the force, yet with no methods to do that, the good doctor gave up on such ideas.

Yet the beast wasn't the only one that showed force sensitivity and the good doctor knew he had to bring the two together. Excited as too what would happen and almost squealing like a child at the possibilities now that his creation has evolved.

"Mary, dear if you would be so kind as to inform doctor Ivales, that he is to take a few of the test subjects pick up our other friend here in the sewages, I want to see what would happen when the two new test subjects meet each other." The good doctor would say knowing that Mary would do anything he said, as Mary was the closest thing to a machine the good doctor tolerated.

The good doctor never enjoyed droids or other such technologies, he much preferred genetics and believed that the way to save all live was through genetics not though machines like other scientist might say. Mary will look down at her datapad, and press a few butons on it, signaling the droid that accompanied doctor Ivales. The droid received the message Mary sent and would walk up to a man wearing a lab coat but it was ripped at the bottom and half of the once human face was twisted in a ugly black mess, one of the first experimented on, its black eyes stared at the droid. The droid complained about how inhumane it was for the maker to force this live on it. Yet the droid would do as it was told.

After the droid deliver the message, the droid began to follow doctor Ivales, and would continue to record everything happening around it for the good doctor. So the good doctor can know everything and get valuable data he can use to improve the creation he had made. Yet the good doctor was mainly focusing on his one success, the one test subject that didn't fail him, the mother. It was beautiful and prefect in the good doctors eyes, destroying and doing what came natural to it, proving its superiority. As the infected doctor Ivales did as instructed and collected the being the good doctor wanted, it headed towards the beast, in the outskirts of the city, bring with it a small army of other infected. They marched through the sewages protected from the surface and will shortly be at the area of the fight.

 

[The Kyzer]

There were always unexpected dangers when facing the unknown. Adrasteia knew this better than most, but even that did not stop he from falling prey to it. The creature's attack was easily blocked by a simple raising of her shield. It didn't take much, after all, and it was much faster than trying to dodge it. What was unexpected and unavoidable, however, was the fact that the spikes simply wrapped around the protective object and burrowed into the warrior's damaged armor. This didn't stop her from lifting and throwing the damnable monster, but it did break her concentration enough to allow the infected Mandalorian to save himself.

The Blackness crept through the cracks in the armor and pierced her skin. Pain radiated from her forearm as the infection spread. Inky black masses grew under her flesh as her musculature seemed to increase in size exponentially when, in truth, it was merely the disease forming new tissues over and around her current muscles. Still, even now, she could hear them...hear it talking to her.

Join us.

No.

Only we can give you what you seek. Power. Vengeance. Family.

"No."

The word, spoken with an eerie calmness, was drenched in rage. It was only then that the collective consciousness of the infestation noticed something wrong. While it had penetrated the woman's arm, it had not been able to bond with her tissue in any way. It just couldn't get a solid foothold on the woman's body and a confused panic began to set in.

You WILL join us.

Your legacy ends today, creature.

As the woman mentally spoke to the infection, the collective could feel its strength being sapped away. Adrasteia's arm was slowly purged of the disease as she fed on the beast's life-force. The impossible came to fruition. The infection inside of Adrasteia died just as the infected Mandalorian landed in front of her, roaring a challenge. Adrasteia merely stood before it, unshakeable, and discovered a strange connection to the beast. To all of the Black really.

A connection that can be used. It was a rather simple thing for her to begin draining the beast's strength via the connection. Soon it too would do the impossible. Soon, it too would die.

Today, the Black would realize who the true monster was.

 

[blstrgmr]

Prospero held his breath as the commander of this slowly dwindling group of creatures seemed to tear itself apart to make appendages from its center of mass. Armor was ripped away, aside, and tossed asunder even. Adrasteia was struck, but she didn't fall. The Black had no care in dealing with Prospero, it seemed, so he could observe. He felt an ominous feeling around him. The man wasn't an acute force sensitive, so he wouldn't know that this was simply a concentrated saturation of the Dark Side.

Whatever it was, the sniper would feed on it. He felt himself step into a second wind, energy rejuvenated by watching Adrasteia's defiant actions. He'd rally behind her until they were both ripped from this world. "We're on the clock, get that gunship down!" Prospero would radio out. Eyes trailing and mind scrambling for an advantage, he saw it. A body near him that had fallen, a Black-infected stormtrooper. The sniper rifle they carried must've gotten entangled and entwined in the disgusting fleshy additions. Since Prospero had already shot it, it was easy to rip away the marksman's rifle and level it at the Black's commander. The scope's mildot centered on the newly opened up central point of the Black's pack leader. A weak point, perhaps. A quick trigger pull, and the highly focused energy of the rifle would send out an incredibly powerful anti-infantry designed bolt of energy. If simple blaster shots slowed them down, this would bring them to a screeching halt.

 

[Phoenix]

While the Sith and Rebel fought, Corto took advantage of the distraction and made his way further toward the Star Destroyer. He disappeared into a nearby building and further away from the fight going on outside, but found that the inside of the building was about as destroyed as the rest of the city.


Half of the building’s face had fallen away under explosives and he could see bodies strewn all around. Several of them had the marks of the Black covering them, though they actually appeared to be dead. The rest were civilians and Stormtroopers that seemed to have been ripped to shreds by the black. Intestines and other bowel juices seemed to cover the floor along with small patches of that infernal Black tar stuff.


The stench was awful. The smell of death can’t even begin to be described. A combination of burned flesh, sewage, and infection. He tried not to breathe as he passed through the room, but one he was nearly across to the other side something came to mind. The old adage “waste not want not” was ever applicable today. More and more he was turning into a scavenger just to make it out of this fight, and so here he went again.


With several stormtroopers lying all over the room, he had every intention of taking advantage of their passing. Stopping for a few moments he loaded up his uniform with ammunition and a restock of grenades. He dropped the A-560 in favor of the E75 which he not only had extensive experience with, but also now had excessive ammunition for.


Coming to the other side of the building, he saw the street patrolled by those confounded creatures as these former civilians ripped apart another squad of stormtroopers down the street. At that point it dawned on him that this probably wasn’t going to work. “I don’t think we’re going to make it this way,” he said to the Jedi with him.


He backtracked his way until he found the skirmish that he had just left. The number of Black seemed to be diminishing, save their leader. Corto almost gasped at the realization that the “leader” was the very same Mandalorian from the sewers below, though now his body and armor was smeared with the tar-like material. As if that wasn’t enough, the Sith from the sewer was the one fighting him. Hmm, this seems vaguely familiar, he thought ironically to himself. The big difference was that this time he was going to try to kill the Mando rather than the Sith. He hoped the Sith wouldn’t turn on him as soon as this was over. After all, they had a common enemy still to fight.


A sniper round flew down at the Black commander and as it did, Corto raised his E75 and unleashed a pair of bolts of his own. At this range he knew he wouldn’t hit the Sith, though in the back of his mind he had to wonder if he should be shooting at her instead. Regardless, that wasn’t what he was doing. Instead his rounds would rip into the side of the Black monster in front of him.

 

[vamp]

Matt followed the man inside the building.

Upon entering, a stench caused him to reel over and gag. The gore strewn across the floor and walls was a wake up call to just how savage the Black was. This didn't faze Matt, but the smell was absolutely revolting. He covered his mouth with his sleeve, and decided that scavenging was perhaps a wise idea.

He walked over to the corpse of a stormtrooper and picked up the gun at its side. It still had rounds in it, surprisingly, and Matt stashed it to his belt, then followed Corto out onto the streets.

As Corto fired his shot, Matt expected to see it either ricochet off the Sith, or to land in the revived Mandalorian, and was surprised to see it fly toward the beast above. Taking the lead, Matt took out the Stormtrooper's gun and began shooting at Mother's head.

 

[Richie B.]

The beast had planned on attacking the Sith but it seemed that the other annoying fools seemed to want to get in the way, sadly the beast was blown away by the combine fire power. The beast fell the black tar substance flowing out from the round that went right through it, even with all the burn marks, the armor was smoking yet the black wouldn't allow the beast to die so easily, the other infected bodies had been leaking black and now it was heading towards the beast going through the soil eating on the roots of the plants to keep it alive. With the new black tar entering the beasts body it was ready to fight, but it was now going to use everything it had to kill 'EVERYONE'.

The beast build up its anger and rage becoming stronger an once it got back up it would be able to distract the sith, before she was killed. The beast's armor began to fall off as it stood the body having rebuilt itself though the armor below the waist were in good condition. The beast's corso, arms and head would become covered with a protective layer of the black, it would be a good defense being both light yet sturdy enough to take a beating. Cracking it's neck the loud pop could be heard from all the was around it. The beast looking more demonic now though the beast had no sense of fashion it would be happy with the design the black took.

The Beast would laugh for the first time in it's history, a dark and extremely rough laugh one that showed the insanity that had taken over the beast. Though it was at the end of the line, being unable to rebuild itself a second time it wouldn't allow itself to be destroyed again. Raising it's left hand shooting 5 needles make out of the black even if the Sith protected herself the idea now was to not infect her but simply kill her, the black would simply rip up tissue and destroy bones and cause internal and external bleeding if the Sith wasn't careful it could very well kill her.

Yet the beast would also start to charge at the Sith, an as it ran towards the Sith about the time the black needles would hit her, would use the force to pull her forward unbalancing her for a single moment where the needles will hit either her chest or another location and begin to break through the armor and cut into her body. The beast would sent a diagonal strike with its beskad that was in it's right hand, while keeping the combat knife in its left hand ready if it was needed for defense or offense.


Yet the doctor was all smiles, spinning in his fine chair the man laughed, thrilled to see the battle unfolding though the doctor didn't have hope the beast would survive it would give the good doctor plenty of useful information. The help the beast would get handed gotten there yet and the good doctor wanted to see how this battle would go.

"Show me, that you can survive you 'beast.'" The good doctor said smiling and watching the fight as if it were something that could one day threaten the galaxy if left unchecked.

 

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The situation was degrading. Every time they scored solid hits, even with new unforeseen help, the Black would walk it off. But it was clear...it was desperate. They could pull through. Adrasteia would normally be too fast, too strong physically for Prospero to keep up with...but Prospero had been spending the whole battle on lying down. He was not tired, he was almost at his fullest energy. He could keep up.

As soon as the bolts landed, Prospero dropped the rifle and took off, scooping up the most-lookalike sword and shield objects he could find on the ground in front of him. A durasteel pipe, banged up into a bit of a spike by some earlier impacts, and a piece of durasteel sheet metal, door latch luckily embedded into it to act as a grip. It would do. They needed to finish this fast...and Adrasteia needed more than just fire support.

"How would she do this..." It the thought that went through the sniper's head. He had observed Adrasteia's form through a scope of a rifle, and from afar on occasion. The sniper had to mimic that as best he could. "Right side, open!" These were the words to best describe his actions as he sprinted forward past Adrasteia's right side, raising the shield of durasteel to block the spikes. They dug in about a centimeter on impact and halted. The beskad came forward in a diagonal, prompting Prospero to raise the metal pipe to block the blade. The blade bit into the inferior metal, wedging it a millimeter or two into the pipe...almost trapping it. "Strike and switch!" Now this was battle...Prospero had never felt such adrenaline before. The sniper felt energized, fearful, enraged, excited, and absolutely ecstatic at the same time. To be toe to toe with an adversary was something he never quite experienced. For a moment, the sniper believed the could honestly do this.