Dark Citadel Prison Facility

Wed Feb 09, 2011 11:11 pm by Atlari B'ghani

*Atlari watches the Anzat that boldly goes out before them and then the other one. She held back slightly and grabs for her small holdout blaster and takes careful aim at the closest of guards, aiming to maim not kill. And starts to take well aimed shots at legs and arms. She wasn't sure but she thought that she was younger than the others, but couldn't be sure. She did know though that it had been too long since feasting last, and her body could tell, and the burning hunger was getting worse. She knew what she wanted to do, but she would hold on until they were out of this place. She makes sure her cloak is held in place again and starts to move forwards.*

Thu Feb 10, 2011 7:16 pm by Tiro Saul

=Gallia Mundi=

*Ah the fools. Was he he thought as he saw the elevator touch down and its doors open ajar to welcome the men within it to there doom. His eyes flared with the burning need for scaring flesh, blood, the sound of breaking bones. And of all things the soup that waited for them all to pull out. He drew both of his blades from there sheaths as the gaurds charged foward. He saw Vilmarth take one down and another being thrown from the bunch, even the female with him and started to take her own prey. As he took his steps forward swiftly he saw a guard charge at him bringing down his stun stick, Gallia let out a deep throated laugh. THE FOOLS! His mind yelled once again. He brought right sword upwards catching the stun baton in mid air. Flowing through with it he stepped forward underneath his right sword be brought his left upwards underneath the mans arm right beside his ribcage. All he heard was the scream of pain as he felt his blade slice through flesh and bone removing the mans arm from his shoulder. In shock the man brought his left arm upwards grasping at where the missing limb should have been. His eyes showing his fear. Gallia couldn't on moving as he brought his right side through the blood squirting from the missing limb, which sprayed the back of his cloak as he spun around him elegantly he brought his left sword around and upwards. Gallia brought the blade down swift and strong there was another scream of pain as his blade sliced through the left arm at the shoulder join. Once again blood squirting outwards from the wound.

Gallia continued to laugh as his anger of imprisonment and blood lust carried him through it. He spun clockwise once again spinning around the man once he again he brought his left sword in a low swipe with his right as he came around. There was a no other satisfaction in the pain he was giving to this man as he sliced through both his legs right below the knee. The left blade shot out instinctively as it pierced the mans chest. The guard looked down as blood start to flow from his mouth along with his now missing limbs. Gallia's proboscises came out of that patch's they were hid in, as the guard looked up at him. The mans eyes show his knowledge of defeat, his knowledge of death, but o how he was wrong. Gallia took several steps forward pushing his sword and the man towards the wall tell he hit something solid. His proboscises moving forward with haste and into the mans nostrils going for the all to known soup he had been wanting since awakening. The Kiffu guard eyes rolled backwards as his very life essence was being drained from his body, and there was nothing he could do about it. Gallia touched his mind only for a moment to share what was to come, only to add to his fear.*

<< You fools will regret coming down here, for imprisoning me. You're families and your Sheyf will die. This world will burn for its crimes against me. But they do not get the pleasure of helping me grow stronger, no they will die slowly and painfully. >>

*As Gallia consumed his the mans essence he could feel his very own body become stronger. Yes, yes this was what he needed. In order to get out with the alarm now triggered he need to be at full strength, and he was almost there. As the last of his soup was trained Gallia stepped away from him. He let his left hand release from the hilt, as he moved backwards to look at the body. It now hung from the wall because of the sword through his chest, his arms and lower legs were missing. His now empty left head reached upwards grabbing the back of his cloak and ripped it from his body throwing it onto the now hanging sword. Where his cloak had been covered in blood, his body had somehow refrained from getting blood on it. With the sound of a thump he turned around to see a man who had landed next to him no doubt having been knocked over in the commotion. With a swift movement, he took a step back with his right foot waiting for the man to push himself off his stomach. As the guard did Gallia threw his right leg forward connecting with the guards side and sending him across the hallway rolling. Someone else could deal with him, he didn't need any more blood on his body.*

Sun Feb 13, 2011 3:55 pm by Teodor Vilen

*Teodor smiled as the elevator opened and poor unsuspecting souls were revealed within. He could sense, not just sense though but also smell the fear pouring out of the guards. These guys were surprised by what awaited them, not prepared nor on their guard and Teodor deduced with all his experience that this meant it was a shift change or regular patrol and not the result of an alarm due to their escape.

The other Anzati burst into life, lead by Vilmarh. But the older man stood back, his hands on the hilts of his vibroblades nonetheless, and watched the more sprightly and more excitable of his species begin dismantling the shocked guards within the elevator. Vilmarh had recently fed and the others were younger than Teodor, he would not waste his own energy and increase his own hunger when he had others around him who would take out the guards for him. The last thing he needed in his advancing years was to make his hunger worse, that was a slippery path to insanity and death and a future which he deeply planned to put off for as long as he could.*

*Smiling as Vilmarh's blade hit the elevator wall....through the neck of a guard* You have a lovely sense of style Vilmarh. But kill these fools quickly so I can get a proper meal will you.

*With swift and deadly accuracy, Teodor made his move. His hands shot from his hips in a lightning 1-2 move which sent his vibroblade rocketing forwards with brutal speed. The first one hammered into one of the guard's right foot just before the ankle and came out through his heel pinning the poor soul to the floor. Before he could muster a scream of reaction the second blade slammed into his left shoulder and drove him into the wall of the elevator. Now off balance and stapled to the floor and wall, he struggled in panic as Teodor closed in. With a sinister twitch his proboscis exposed themselves. Now the searing pain in his foot and shoulder was eclipsed by pure, unbridled fear as the Anzat seized his head between his hands and his feeding tubes found their home within his nostrils and began drained the man of his inferior and honestly very poor Soup. it would suffice only as an aperitif and Teodor would need a more substantial feast sooner rather than later*

*Pulling his vibroblades free and returning them to their sheaths, the guard slumps hard to the floor. Dead.* A terrible snack.

Mon Feb 21, 2011 12:29 am by Marcus Verangon

*Screams, agony, the splattering of blood, and the sweet sound of an essence being drawn away from it's host. Soup being slurped up by the proboscises of creatures much greater then these filthy creature's could have ever imagined! The beautiful song of suffering played along the walls of this hallway and sang their glorious harmony inside Vilmarh's ears. Truly this was a scene of divine beauty he though as he glanced back towards the other Anzat's and their inidividual devices. Each one create their own scene of carnage in someway, some went easier then others well some seemed to go out of their way for true brutality, but all in all each one managed to handle the guards with ease which pleased Vilmarh. He let out a long laugh as they all finished off their guard's before turning back to the one who knelt down in front of him with the blade of Vilmarhs sword firmly lodged within his throat. When he met the eye's of the creature who still attempted to gasp for breath he saw as blood started to slowly pour out of the creature's mouth, like sticky honey it slowly slid down the man's chin and dripped down onto the blade of Vilmarh's sword. As the man stared into Vilmarhs intense and sadistic eyes he begin to tear up, the smell of his soiled pant's begin to get worse to the point where it made the guards nostrils burn from the stench. The guard's tears begin to pour out as his choking became louder, the tears sliding down and mixing with the crimson blood on his chin, and yet Vilmarh could only smile even more intensely at this sight. As Vilmarh watched he had remembered, right before he had attacked, hearing the guards talking about something. He thought about it for a moment, what was it called, he thought so hard to remember exactly what they had said before the Anzat had set upon them. They mentioned something called.....Sheyf was it? Maybe he should try and find out about this creature to see what might have been so important about him.*

*He decided to ask the dying guard about it, after all he assumed even such a pathetic fool as this one would know what this Sheyf thing was. So he reached into the creature's head for a moment and attempted to pick up on the creature's present thoughts to see what he could find out. But as he listened into the man's mind he could only hear one thought from the creature, I don't want to die! I don't want to die! Not like this please not like this! How disappointing Vilmarh thought, apparently this guards thoughts would be of no help so he decided to try a different approach. He slowly pulled his sword from the guard's throat and then pulled it back so that he could stretch out his free hand and rub his index finger along the bloodied blade of the sword. Once his finger was good and bloodied he brought it to his mouth and slowly licked the blood off. It tasted so delightful! He cackled now as he sheathed his blade again and walked towards the guard who now, after having the blade pulled from his throat, had fallen on his stomach. Blood squirted from his throat in short intervals and the guard's eyes begin to roll back into his head as Vilmarh grabbed ahold of the mans head with his right hand. Vilmarh crouched down and then lifted the guard up enough so that he could be face to face with the man before speaking directly into the creatures head. << I want you to tell me everything you know about this Sheyf creature. If you tell me now I will make sure to spare you from the death you are so afraid of! Tell me and you will never again have to worry about pain or death! >> He finished and waited for the man's reaction, the mans eyes seemed to focus back onto Vilmarhs intense gaze now. The man opened his mouth as if he was attempting to speak but because of the damage nothing but blood and air ended up coming out. A tiny bit of blood squirted onto Vilmarh's face and with it the creature finally collapsed dead because of the amount of blood lost. Vilmarh released the man as he finally died and stood up, absent mindedly wiping off some of the blood on his face but still leaving smudges of it along his forehead and underneath his eyes. "Pathetic." Vilmarh thought as he glanced around at the other guard's to see for anyone who could give him the information he wanted. As he searched he found one that seemed to still be breathing, one which had only seemed to be bruised a little bit from the one known as Gallia, and begin to walk over to him. As he stood next to the man he looked down at the terrified expression on the guards face well the guard looked back up at him. Vilmarh reached down to the man who let out a high pitched squeaking sound as Vilmarh grabbed him by his throat and lifted him up to so that they could be face to face. He reached into this creature's mind and started to speak to him hoping to get better answers from him then he did from the other one. << I want to know about your Sheyf. Who is he? What is his importance? Tell me and I will spare your life! >> As the guard recovered from a moment of shock, obviously not used to a creature speaking to him within his head like this, he started to speak to Vilmarh. A still obvious defiance found within his voice despite the fearful expression on his face.*

=Terrified Guard=
I-I-I won't tell you about him! I w-w-w-won't give you a single thing Barve! *As the guard finished he spat into Vilmarh's face and sealed his inevitable fate. Vilmarh controlled himself for now though, he wanted the information he had asked for before getting into the punishment for such a blasphemous act. He released this guard would need a little convincing though before he could get what he wanted thus Vilmarh slammed the man against the wall and, well still holding him by the throat with his right hand, drew the blaster he had gotten earlier from his belt. The guard started to lash out at him and begin punching Vilmarh in the temple with his left fist which only continued to further the suffering he would have to endure for his punishment. Vilmarh, sick of this guards attempts to gain freedom, slammed the barrel of the blaster into the mans left arm so that it would be pinned against the wall and then fired off a single bolt into the creatures arm. In a bellow of pain he stopped moving that arm and begin to lash out with his other arm. Clawing and grabbing onto whatever he could. Vilmarh quickly responded by pointing the blasters barrel towards the mans arm and firing two shots toward it. The first shot missed its mark but the second made sure to hit the man directly in his wrist which caused another bellow in pain from him. Vilmarh acted quickly after this and pointed the blaster towards the mans right shoulder blade before unloading another shot into it as well. Finally he lifted the blaster so that it pointed at the guards forehead and waited for the inevitable squealing of information bound to follow. And as he waited it came, the guards voice slightly shrill and pained as he sang away every answer Vilmarh had wanted.* "Alright alright please lord stop! I'll tell you everything you want to know! The Sheyf is the name given to our leader..." *The guard went on for a few minutes explaining the mans importance and other interesting enough details about the man. Which Vilmarh found more amusing by the fact that the man was going to such great lengths to save his already doomed life.* "...and he's right now being heavily guarded here in this city. That's all I know I swear just please lord let me live!" *Vilmarh started to slowly bring the blaster lower until it sat in front of the guards mouth almost as if baiting him to take a single bite of it as if it was some sort of delicious pastry. Then as the guard started to open his mouth to say something again, Vilmarh pushed the blaster into his mouth and listened to the sweet sounds of him gagging on it well Vilmarh himself begin to speak.*

=Vilmarh=
I don't remember ever making such a deal with you! This is the only fate for worms such as yourself. *With that Vilmarh pulled the trigger of the blaster and fired a bolt straight into the guards mouth, making sure to angle the gun ever so slightly so the shot would ripped threw the roof of his mouth and tear threw his brain before exiting out of the top of his head. With that Vilmarh released his corpse and re-entered the elevator. He placed the acquired blaster back on his belt and begin to think over what he had learned. This Sheyf sounded like an entertaining prey, he supposed now he had an idea of what he wanted to do first once they had escaped. So with everything handled now he kicked the corpse of the man who he had stabbed through the throat out of the elevator, ignoring the bloody mess covering the walls and floor of the elevator. Then double checking to make sure all the Anzat were inside the elevator he pressed the button to make it go back to the ground floor where they could finally escape from this accursed prison. A crimson rain was approaching Kiffu, a torrent of horrors headed towards it's citizens and a tsunami of suffering was coming to wash over their poor feeble forms now. How ready would they be to handle these divine punishments Vilmarh thought.*

Tue Feb 22, 2011 7:31 pm by Jarypt Namelk

*The elevator was taking its sweet time getting to the top. Kajir didn't mind enclosed spaces, but this was getting a bit awkward. The only sound was the muzak elevator theme, playing an unusually cheerful tune for a prison. Elevator operators had a sick sense of humor, apparently. All of the Anzat were staring straight ahead at the doors. Wariness and mistrust hummed through the air. Kajir coughed.*

So. How about them speeder races?

Fri Feb 25, 2011 12:58 am by Tiro Saul

=Gallia Mundi=

*Gallia watched as Vilmarth moved from his original target to the man he had kicked earlier as everyone finished up. He was unsure of what Vilmarth had asked the man, but soon he started talking about this Sheyf. O there so found leader, this would be his next target. He would burn this city to the ground to draw forth that man again. The sound of a blaster sounded as Vilmarth finished the last of the guards and moved to the open elevator. Sliding the blade he still held into his left side back into its sheath, he moved to enter the elevator along with everyone else. As he steppe in being the last one in he turned around to watch as the elevator doors closed. While they sat waiting for the elevator to reach the top he heard one of the other Anzati make a comment about Pod racing. His held turned to face the other man, he gave him a look of annoyance and turned back towards the door just as there was a ding. His lips curled into smile as the doors separated at the ground level. He stepped out crossing his arms there were no guards near the elevator but he did spot camera's moving about. He stepped underneath one of the camera's as it passed over him avoiding its view then continued down the hallway towards the front.*

The mess down stairs will not go unnoticed for long, so Prepare yourself's for what will come to us. This city will burn for the mistakes a few made.

Sun Feb 27, 2011 2:19 pm by Atlari B'ghani

*Atlari, quietly follows along, she did not know these people, so didn't want to bring to much attention to herself, the only ones she ever invited the attention of was her prey. She sighs as the man on the elevator tries to make small talk, she shakes her head lightly and continues to stare forewards. She smiles to herself and as the doors opened again she moves swiftly from the elevator, and starts down the hall, she straps the holster of the weapon she'd grabed to her thigh, where if felt most comfortable and holstered it for now, she knew she was quick enough to outdraw most guards if she needed, she much preferred other means of subduing people. She looks forwards to the other Anzat ahead of her and nods her agreement. The mess would attract more attention. She didn't agree with making a scene, but she did like the idea of someone paying for it.*

Tue Mar 01, 2011 4:28 pm by Teodor Vilen

*Teodor stood in the elevator in silence, he was still hungry and the hunger made him impatient and tetchy. He glanced around the others in the lift with contempt, he quite enjoyed the presence of other Anzati after years touring the galaxy alone. He had fed well in the past and was now wishing he hadn't jumped in with Vilmarh. But it was only the hunger which caused these feelings as he knew, in his advancing age, that having company would make his hunting and general living much easier and his chances of making a fatal error lower.*

At the top of this journey we are likely to encounter more prepared and heavily armoured resistance. We caught those fools unaware, we cannot expect such luck twice.

*Looking to Vilmarh*Do you remember anything of the layout of where we are? *Looking to the others*Otherwise we will need a guide. Alive preferably guys. That means no feeding. Not only do we not have the time nor can we risk the vulnerability, we need to find an exit.

*Looking back to the numbers next to the door which were slowly illuminating in their steady countdown he ran his hands across his hair and tidied the ponytail behind him.*We are the superior species, let's show that.

Mon Mar 14, 2011 11:13 pm by Vilmarh Tholme

*What was this feeling that Vilmarh could not shake? This strange state of euphoria Vilmarh had been in ever since he struck that first guard, ever since he broke his mind and tasted his soup! It had not been of any great quality nor had it been of any great importance to Vilmarh yet in the minutes leading up this elevator ride he had felt adrenaline coursing along his veins and putting him into a frenzy in which he was only semi-aware of. Now as he sat in this elevator surrounded by this kin of his, these fellow Anzati, he felt a moment of calmness in which the adrenaline started to wear of and he start to revert back into his original and "normal" state of mind. He realized moments before it was spoken out loud that for this next floor until they escape they no longer had time to slow down and try any "snacks" here on there way out. Rationality set in as the hunger that had plagued him was gone and so he knew escape from these walls must be first on their priority list...and then afterwards, should he feel a need to visit these creatures "precious" Sheyf he may just stop for a quick hello! Oh taste of this creature already circulated across his tastebuds and he felt the gluttonous nagging thoughts inside him start to resurface. He felt warm saliva start to buildup within his mouth as he imagined the taste of the creatures soup to be far greater then it could possibly be, it seemed whenever he imagined the bliss taste from another's soup he would imagine it to be excessively greater then it actually was when he tried it. But still his imagination went on and after a moment when he was suddenly lost in this impossibe taste he heard the other Anzati speak. The first Anzat to speak up seemed to try and make ineffective small talk which Vilmarh easily ignored. It seemed the Anzat Gallia was prepared to escape and wreak havoc upon the city outside just like Vilmarh himself as he spoke to the others. As Teodor spoke to Vilmarh specifically he awoke from the dream mode he had just been in and noticed that he had drooled a little onto his chin. How embarrassing! He thought as he wiped the drool off with the sleeve of his robes before turning his attention to Teodor. As Teodor finished Vilmarh cracked a sly smile and turned to face the elevator doors now, after all they were about to arrive at the lobby floor, before speaking namely to Teodor. The tone of his voice was sarcastic and surrendering as he decided Teodor was right. The thought of the devouring the Sheyf was pushed to the back of his mind until the situation at hand was resolved.*

"Yes Teodor you are correct. We are the superior species and I intend to allow these worthless creatures understand that to the fullest. I will not allow myself to be captured again! Besides my appetite has been satisfied after those couple meals we had, so no need to worry about me. Though you should watch out yourself old man, I know you're just as hungry as I was so maybe it was a good idea to get a few snacks in when we had the chance then! Though, old man, I expect you're constitution will probably be enough to survive on that one little snack you just had until we've gotten out of here..." *He thought about how much he actually remembered from when they were taken in to custody. To be fair, at the time, Vilmarh was only in a state of semi-consciousness but he did remember fuzzy bits and pieces as they were brought to their cells. But most assuredly they would need a guide.* "...Hmm if you're senile old mind has forgotten Teodor I was, for the most part, unconscious at the time but yes I do remember bits and pieces from our capture. But we still need a guide to fill in the blanks till we reach the exit.

*As he finished he glanced toward the woman of the group who stood in the corner of the elevator as if trying to blend in the background, away from the rest of the groups sight. She was silent and in reality she had spoken very little to the point where Vimarh barely even remembered she was there. He supposed there was no real issue with how she acted as he decided now wasn't really the time to get to know everyone in the group, that could be saved for later. His focus returned to the doors as he heard the sound of the metal doors slide open slowly in front of everyone. The first one to move out was Gallia, Vilmarh followed him out and as he slipped by the first camera near the elevator he moved ahead of Gallia and started leading the way. As they moved fuzzy images went by his head, thoughts of darkness and the feeling of armoured hands dragging him along these very hallways. Small little clips, as if from a movie roll, played in his head but not enough to give Vilmarh a good idea of how to reach the exit. In fact his mind seemed to be lacking certain parts which most likely were important for their escape and after a moment or two he felt that he may have even ended up lost in the last turn or so. He watched for cameras and slipped by them as sneakily as possible, at first the hallways they passed through seemed to be clear for Vilmarh and the rest of the group but as he peeked around one corner he could see a patrol of armed guards running down the hall in their direction. "Finally!" he thought. Now they could acquire themselves a guard to lead the way out, he glanced back at the others to make sure they were ready for a short fight. They had been lucky to avoid any fights up to this point but it appeared that there luck would come to an end now. Vilmarh supposed he would be the one to take the hostage and let the others have some fun for once as he counted how many guards there were in total, about seven by the look of it.*

*So as the guards were about to turn the corner Vilmarh rushed out catching them off guard long enough to grab one of the guards by the throat and slam him to the ground. Effectively pinning him there. As Vilmarh pinned the one guard to the ground he could hear the guard beside him radio in for reinforcements and it appeared now that they would be swarmed in a matter of moments. Vilmarh hoped that his allies would quick work on the rest of the guards so that they could make a run for it before the reinforcements arrived . He glanced back and notice one of the guards charging him, blaster in hand, and within a moment he felt himself being knocked off the guard he pinned down. He felt himself slammed up against the wall and looked up in a daze to see the guards blaster pointed toward him. The blaster fired once and struck him right in his left shoulder blade causing him to wince in pain momentarily before having another blaster shot scrape across his right cheek. Flesh burned and peeled off now leaving a burned mushy mess where his cheek used to be, now in a fit of rage he made a sound accustomed to snarling and lunged at the guard with his right hand extended. He grabbed the guard by head and slammed him into a wall before grabbing ahold of the hand the guard had holding the blaster and slowly forcing it to point towards his own face. Then he forced the guard to pull the trigger, shooting a blaster shot directly into his head through his right eye. He dropped the guards corpse now and turned to face the guard who he had originally grabbed, he appeared to be getting up, and jumping back onto him to effectively pin him back to the ground. His left shoulder had already started to regenerate now but the tissue on his face would take much longer and probably wouldn't be fully healed until after they had escaped from this prison. He needed to move quick he realized, so he ignored the aching pain from his cheek and tuned out whatever struggle could be go on with the guard behind him and reached into the guards head. He spoke within the man's head so that he could get him to think, even for a moment, the answer Vilmarh needed. << "Tell me which way it is to the exit. Tell me or I will make sure you're life is not only forfeited but taken from you in the most horrendous ways you could possibly think of, you pathetic insect! >> The man didn't answer back, probably in a idiotic need to lose his life with some honor or out of some other idiotic notion of heroism. But by refusing to answer he played directly into Vilmarh's hands and by reading the guards thoughts he was able to ascertain which way to go towards the exit. After he had gotten the information he wanted he took the guards blaster and shot the guard straight through the throat with it before discarding it. He stood up now and glanced back to notice that the guards reinforcements had arrived which meant it was time for them to go. He charged ahead now with the guards approaching the group from behind, he moved quick now that he knew where he was going and soon they would finally escape from this prison they had been kept in. Soon, so soon, they would be outside this heretical institution in fact Vilmarh could almost see the light....*

Thu Mar 24, 2011 4:36 pm by Teodor Vilen

*Teodor had his eyes closed now, listening to the rise of the elevator and Vilmarh's words (refusing to react to the sarcastic tone). He was controlling his breathing because there was some truth in his companion's words, Teodor was hungry. The "snack" downstairs had done little to sate his hungry, only provided him with the energy needed to successfully flee the prison complex. He most surely needed a meal of better quality but he refused to let any sign of this show to the younger Anzati with him.

He had hoped that Vilmarh had remembered more than he said he did. The hunger was eclipsing his own memory and his bringing into the prison was now a hazy blur. All he remembered was fear (from the guards) and anger (from him). Teodor took in a long, audible breath and spoke briefly as the elevator reached it's destination, smirking to Vilmarh as he did.*

I am neither senile nor hungry young man, I can keep up with whatever pace you set.

*As Vilmarh lead them down the hallways, slipping past the security cameras. Teodor, however, sauntered down the hallways. Guards would be already alerted or would soon be alerted regardless of the cameras so, he figured, avoiding them was wasted energy. Also, beyond a great display in front of them the one watching them wouldn't be alerted to slow movements across the screens. He ran a hand across his hair and tightened his pony-tail as Vilmarh stopped at a corner. Teodor soon heard why - heavy footsteps moving quickly.

Vilmarh leapt around the corner and, by the time Teodor had done likewise one guard was on the floor and another was pinning the Anzat to a wall. He considered the situation for a moment - to help Vilmarh or not? In a split second the decision was made: Vilmarh could handle himself.

The elder Anzat took a deep breath and burst into life, drawing heavily on the energy from his short meal and ignoring the hunger within him. The remaining guards were quickly bearing down on the Anzati escapees but Teodor was quicker, his inhuman reactions leaving them as helpless as children. A guard raised his blaster towards the Ancient creature but, as his finger pulled the trigger, Teodor was no longer in his sights. He had leapt forwards, spinning through the air so that he landed alongside the man's outstretched arm. A pitiful yelp escaped from him mouth as Teodor gripped his right right and brought a knee up into his elbow, inverting it with a sickening "pop-snap." The only thing which stopped him from screaming was the sharp, brutal twist of his head as Teodor broke his neck with almost no effort.

He was behind the guard to do this and saw the reinforcements charging down the hallway towards them. More guards than this group, prepared and heavily armed. Time to leave he thought as he heard Vilmarh begin running towards the exit. Teodor needed to follow his companion as he had no clue which way was the exit and so, with an angry snarl, he launched the corpse of the guard towards the onrushing reinforcements as if bowling and turned to follow him. Behind 4 of the guards had been hit by their fallen comrade in the shins and had gone over with another 3 falling over them. It was nothing more than a distraction but it gave him more than amble time to disappear behind Vilmarh...*

Wed Mar 30, 2011 9:00 pm by Atlari B'ghani

*Atlari, unlike the older two Anzats, was hungry, she had not feasted for a time before capture, and none of these had held interest to her taste, she felt she could keep herself in control long enough to find the meal she most enjoyed. She sighs deeply as she notices two of their number take off, and then notices just why they took off in such haste, and she dashes off after them, feeling she should easily keep up with them, being younger, and assumedly more agile.*

Sat Apr 02, 2011 1:13 am by Darth Kaine

*Kaine himself had arrived on Kiffu not so long ago, and had been informed of the potentially disastrous security situation. All contact with the Prison Facility had ceased, and AE Security had been asleep at the wheel. Local security was quickly taken off the case with the arrival most of Kaine's rapid reaction force along with the General himself. A quick thinking officer ordered squads to spread out throughout the facility. In groups of four, they covered a lot of ground, and each unit was a formidable fighting force in its own right. Added to the advantage was that due to the plethora of tech each man wore, each was a walking intelligence tool as well as combat-ready.*

*Units of commandos were sent to key areas, including infirmaries, schools and the main residential areas. Patrols began to circulate as the Citadel's security was augmented by the new arrivals. Kiffar Guardians were assigned to squads to assist with the locals if any problems arose. Few did, the local Kiffar were well used to the men and women in armour and T-Visors, and as the security visibly increased, most saw sense, and went indoors, bringing the number of civilians moving about down. A squad of commandos decided to check out an elevator, one of the specialists hit the call button, and relaxed, they waited for the lift car to arrive.*

=Commando 1=

Reckon this is another drill?

=Commando 2=

Who can tell. I heard the General wasn't happy about something.

=Commando 1=

You hear he gave up the kyr'bes?

=Commando 2=

Wise decision if you ask me. Takes gettse to walk away from the power for the good of the vode.

=Commando 1=

Not what I would have done. I'd have blasted anyone that spoke out of turn and forced them to see sense.

*It was at this point their commander interjected.*

=Lt Aurebesh=

Let us thank Kad, then, that you're not likely to be Mand'alor any time soon. Look alive brothers, this is no drill. Command's given us hunting orders. Detain or Destroy. At least five, possibly more Anzati prisoners.

It's a big Citadel, boys. Let's find them. Oya!

=Commando Squad=

OYA!

*The four men in armour hefted their weapons as they awaited the lift car's arrival. Would it be empty, or contain a surprise...*

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Re: Dark Citadel Prison Facility

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