A massive cataclysm has struck the universe, and destroyed most everything in its wake. The survivors are now trying to pick up the pieces, and figure out exactly what has befallen them. Gather together, lightsiders!! The darkness has shattered the peace and calm of the galaxy...and they will do anything to stop anyone from finding out exactly what has been done! This is our first sitewide RP plotline. Lightsiders, you are looking for the source of this massive event. Clues must be found, lackeys tracked down, and bits of memory discovered. Darksiders, you guys don't want that to happen....because of the one behind the whole thing is furthering his ultimate goal. Mandalorians, and non-force users, you guys can decide where you stand on this line....do you side with the Jedi, and try to discover the reasons behind the ruined universe, or will you side with the darkness, and protect those secrets. Will the secret of the cataclysmic reaping be kept under wraps? Or will the Jedi and their allies find out the truth? Your RP and writing will decide the outcome!
BATTLE ARENA
Welcome to The Saga Continues. We have a section called the Battle Arena. Here you can use your characters to fight other characters. Hone your skills and see what you are made of. Don't worry, anything that happens here, does not effect your characters in posts, so if your character dies, you can still use them over and over. Have fun and check it out!
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Pieces of muscle and nerves were rended and hacked as the Mandalorian seemed to frantically hack herself free. Grasping tentacles seemed to close and close around her. She was within Kezeroths grasp litterally. Moving forward and retracting his arm back with the flex of his arm the Gen'dai glanced at the tomahawk that lay implanted on his arm or hand. It was hard to tell which from his biology. The tomahawk looked like it was stuck in stone in till the muscles relaxed causing it to fall to the floor with a thud. Sprinting to the Elevator and jumping down Kezeroth's gaze fell on his fleeing prey as she ran towards a mounted E-Web turret close by. This was her plan? His reaction was immediate. Under no threat of danger the Gen'dai exploded into motion with a bull's charge. The E-Web was a short distance away through his perception and with his size and speed he could reach it before she did.
Reaching 1/4 the distance the red giant acted. To ensure control Kezeroths hulking arms extended. Stretching one toward the mandalorian before him and the other toward the E-Web cannon. Multipule branches of tentacles unraveling from his amassed limbs seeking to grab the armored Nuna. If he had his way with his grapple, Kezeroth would raise the woman up and slam her into the Hangar floor.
The air around the giant blurred and waved in motion as his throbbing muscled body tensed and relaxed in anticipation. His gaze fell on his attacker as she fled for their life before him. It always turned into a situation similar to this. This was not the first attempt on his life and probably would not be the last. Maybe the assassins and hunters of the galaxy should take a hint and stop trying. His opponents movements through Kezeroth's own perception was drastically slown down. Where was she going to go now? Several possibilities came to mind but right now in the very heat of action and carnage they did not concern him too much. " Aaaaarrrrggghhhhhaaaahahahhhaa!" Two massive muscled arms slammed down on the hangar floor as the Gen'dai roared aloud a savage scream. Propelled forward with frightening speed and power, His body was akin to a raging Veermok charging out of the forest brush. All four limbs assisted his movements forward with ease.
Nothing that big should ever be able to move this fast. Movements that couldn't even be classified as sprinting or steps taken to close distance, instead they were leaps. Meters of space moved all due to his size. By this time the woman had already entered the Bay elevator but that would not stop him. Reaching out with his right arm, The Gen'dai reached out extending the muscles further that was humanly possible. The muscles and nerves stretched, bent and twisted in the hangar. Five densely tensed muscled tentacles spearheaded the extended flexed limb in the shape of a grasping damp hand. If Kezeroth could lift a Lambda wing off his body with no momentum then snatching a karking Nuna from its cornered room would be nothing.
Metal screamed aloud in agony with a crack! Bending back from the blunt impact of muscle and nerve over taking it. Its reach set for the Mandalorian inside.
Worms twisting and sliming like tendrils. Weaving paths through twisted metals. Pink and red vines of sinew and flesh. Escape. Creeping by with added weight and pressure ever so increasing. The flesh knew no limits outside its shell and suit it knew only as home. Protection and form. That was its purpose, to be exposed was an obvious sign of who he really was. Keeping the advantage was always a priority but... so to was survival and revenge. Several crashes piled onto the karking heap of metal and now salvage that lay in the hangar bay. Before such noise there was only the firing of blaster shots and the slip of a finger rubbing against a trigger. Precise and cool headed in aim. There was no wonder its target was found. An enclosed space was rather Claustrophobic for a whole solid form, but what about a rather flexible one unhinged and unrestricted in movement or size. Like Womprats the surge of tendrils raced for a opening out from underneath the wreckage. Lacing, looping and latching themselves around objects and through openings tight and large in size. Specifically it headed to what was Kezeroths right toward the middle of the Hangar and only slowing down in space when an anomaly was added to the atmosphere.
It was sensed and physically felt in the same manner as the heartbeat. Similar in hum and tune as it fell down. Kezeroth knew what this was, ah yes he knew it well now. Piled under what was little more than giant metal scraps the red giant locked onto the object with invisible hands, the rocket thrown would be seen only falling and then curving away with an unnatural accelerated speed poised directly to left 2 meters away. It would serve more as distraction than anything as the explosion would aid in Kezeroths continued escape and also compromise the metal scafolding the Mandalorian stood on.
It was rather agonizing to bend, stretch and contort ones own body through a maze of metal and sharp rivets. Through it all the journey never stopped in full, it couldn't! The pain only fueled the fire of the darkside. Reforming into a huddled mass of hulking muscle and nerves Kezeroth groaned with relief from his metal tomb. The texture of his body looked raw and wet. It was still moving. The plates of duraplast from his armor were scarcely left on his body. There were three in number. One cover where a heart would be, one directly behind it on the back and one on the right shoulder. Besides those what was left would be a naked Gen'dai with red glowing eyes behind a cracked and broken Duraplast face helmet and no weapons or equipment.
" Nice try... YOU KARKING SON OF A SITHSPAWN! KARKING WURM YIALETI'R!" he screamed. His rage palpable now.
The Lambda wing began to rise swiftly as the Gen'dai underneath pushed the wing up. There was a sudden crash. The neighboring TIE Defender fell atop with a crash reducing Kezeroths progression back to zero. Refusing to use the force the armored giant lay once again pinned underneath the weight of what felt like worlds. Crushing his armor and body. The pain was.. well not as bad as he thought it could be. The pressure was the part that annoyed him. Unrelenting it was and knew no end. This was a pickle.
Attempting to heave up the now added weight Kezeroth growled as the metal above him began to rise. This weight was at his limits. Once more the load fell atop of him. The illusion of him being trapped was gone and all that remained was the pride deep within. Eyes still shut the Gen'dai dug deep into his inner most fears and failures. For now he was as his prey once was when they faced him. A rat in a trap. Dark energies he knew within that tormented him so stirred.
*Pop* It was more feeling than sound. Had his body been not of been attuned to the hourly routines of the hangar bay, He would of missed it. Its exact location eluded him. Given the chance it would only take seconds to find out its origin. In this case an attacker. Those precious seconds were filled with the sudden clank of metal hitting metal, Then the concussive force of a shockwave before fire errupted over the Lambda-class shuttle Kezeroth stood by. " Hmmmmm." a masked grin spread across the Gen'dais visage. Durasteel groaned twisting and turning in strain as if unable to support a greater extremity. Move now. Due only to his bodies own heightened perception and the familiar sense of danger the Force often screamed at the last second, This was enough for the Giant to move out from under the cockpit with haste. Clearing the cockpit as soon as it fell behind him Kezeroth braced himself as the top wing of the Lambda shuttle over shadowed his large frame, Swallowed by the piece of large metal as it fall flat over him.
*Crash!*
Underneath the armored Gen'dai lay with both hands pressed against the wing in a moment of pause. The pressure and weight of the wing would of been enough for any humanoid. Kezeroth was alien, very alien. Possessing no lungs to breathe in air and the physical strength to survive, The red giant began to feed on his own anger and search for the origin of this fickle attempt on his life. He wanted the scene to look as if it was over and done with! Now given the time the Gen'dai began to feel out the room with his enhanced perception.
Thump thump, thump thump, thump thump..
A heart beat. Afar from him but within the hangar. Knowing this his next move was to continue his game and wait pretending to be dead or suffering.
Four heavy thumps sounded down a shuttle ramp and onto the lack luster colored hangar floors. For a brief moment the droids within the hangar paused in their duties as if this new presence interrupted their work, as if they could feel something. Coincidence? Highly likely. Low growls sounded as the activities by the droids continued, the sound itself coming from the giant of a figure that now stood at directly by the ramp of the shuttle. He was big. Clad in armor and hulking in appearance the giant seemed to be waiting for something or maybe someone. Red eyes peered from within his helmet going back and forth once examining the room. Sensory acuity boomed, The giant could not only see what was going on around him but also feel it. A constant reminder that nothing was ever still.
" If you take any longer with those karking repairs. So help me I will rip out your soiled excuse of a spleen and carbon flush it." Kezeroth barked at a mechanic inside the shuttle. Cocking his LJ-50 concussion rifle, one of the many weapons on his being. The LJ-50 concussion rifle itself was slung around his armored torso via a sling and held in his hands. The armor he wore had to be Duraplast by the looks of it and judging by the thickness reinforced. The armor itself was weapon in its own right armed with a flamethrower and Gatling gauntlet, one on each arm. A belt heaved up grenades around the giants large waist. Clipped to it was also a large lightsaber. The hilt was rather plain but it still begged the question. Who was this giant? A bandolier held two pistol shaped weapons under his sides. One of the two looked to be larger than the other. The Gen'dai began emitting a tense sound of friction. Tooth rubbing against tooth. He was gritting his teeth.
A mass of muscle and nerves. Red in complexion, Kezeroth is a titan of a Gen'dai. Weighing 510lbs and reaching a height of 7ft 11in. Kezeroth has thick black rough hair and faintly glowing orange eyes. A manifestation of his connection to the dark side of the force.
FORCE POWERS:
Force Rage Deadly Sight Telekinesis Force Body Force Scream