[font=arial" size="1] “Suit, run thermal.” He stood there relatively still. There wasn’t a need to be excessive right now. He left a marking in the room, it hid itself in plain sight. He knew what he was chasing. These creatures weren’t the type to act and react like most others he was after. They had abilities. Unfortunately For Rhailo, she was not the first of her race that Demagol had hunted before. He knew what her kind was capable of and his helmet was specially adorned with a duraplast and armorweave that could put a barrier between Demagol and psionic waves. Just as she had mentally predicted, he wasn’t fucking around. The scariest part was that he knew exactly what Rhailo was doing with the mirage, but simply made it out to be that he didn’t. His thermal vision was easily able to see through the ploy and spot the female as she made a break for it. My, was she in for a surprise. Her footprints were visible by their thermal traces and her figure gave off a powerful-enough signature that Demagol was able to track it through the wall. She was sleek, but right now she was nothing but a rat in a maze, and Demagol determined where the exit was. Beneath his visor he smiled an oh-so sinister smile, looking upward at the hole he made in the roof. Stairs? You know who didn’t use stairs? The Astral Phoenix.
“Soar.” The simple command activated the jetpack that was attached to Demagol’s armor, erupting him upward through the hole that he created in the roof. Like a bird of prey he swept through the air, his high-tech thermal vision tracking down the unique signature of the Auroun. All he needed to do was download her body’s personal signature into his system’s cache, and she had given him plenty enough time to do so while she yammered in the room to him initially. Immediately his diagnostic kicks back up, relaying an on-the-spot trail that the female created. The storm still cried out overhead, but this made Demagol an even deadlier aerial predator as he propelled through the air like a falcon.
Perhaps this was a bit unfair, afterall, Demagol was one of the best. Did they really need to send him after this female? Was she that big of a pain in the ass? He didn’t pay it much mind. Sure, she had a stellar looking body, but that fact could be just as deadly as any blaster that one could pull. Looks kill, and sometimes you need to know when they’re going to. This one didn’t seem like a fighter, but to her inevitable dismay her flight maneuvers would not be good enough to rid Demagol of her trail. There was a reason that Demagol didn’t talk much while on his missions. Speaking gave up information one way or another. Already he knew what type of a person this Rhailo was, a trickster. Her pattern of speech indicated that Demagol would need to be precise in his actions and judgments. If he caught her, he’d likely have to be thorough with bindings. If the ex was a true story, and he was somewhat reluctant to believe that it was. Then that would simply be another subject that Demagol could track down and force to speak if this went awry.
However, there was no need. Everything was going exactly as planned. That is the way of the hunt. Through the air he soared, plummeting downward so that he flew near the roofs of the lower buildings. His jetpack propelled him in small bursts, giving him a sort of 'hop’ as he began to close the distance between the subject and himself already. Poor thing, she probably didn’t even know that he was this far along already. She already showed fatigue in her body and the Mandalorian’s suit gave him a definite advantage in the game of endurance. In all honesty he was overestimating the abilities of the female, as he had run into a psion in the past. That fucker was hard to kill. It was the main reason Demagol’s suit had the personal customization to it. What if she turned out to be just as big a pain in the ass? Thanks to his jetpack, the Mandalorian wasn’t nearly as restricted in his movement as the female criminal was. The buildings even helped to obscure his approach, and so did the storm overhead.
It was show time. Time to show the female that she wasn’t as slick as she thought she was. Demagol liked to put on a performance in his hunts. Damage control was disabled. Oh how he had waited for something like this. It was probably because of this scum of a planet that the engagement criteria was so boundless. I mean, what the fuck could you call valuable around here? When Demagol made his presence known, he made it known. He lowered his altitude further so that he was flying between buildings now. An arm began to carelessly throw what looked like cases with blipping lights in either direction. One on each building that he was passing. They attach to the walls as if they’re coated in adhesive and as soon as they do, that lovely sounded countdown began. 5. 4. 3. 2. 1.
Satchel charges. The sound of steel twisting and contorting to the incredible power of the explosions behind Demagol was enough to encourage any intelligent citizen to stay inside of their home. Buildings rippled and partially crashed inward upon themselves in the Mandalorian’s passing. Not only would this cause a massive amount of mayhem to instill fear, it would clear the streets. Less people made it easier to track. This was still a concrete jungle. Hunting grounds, perfectly acceptable.
The ground shook and Demagol closed in for the second engagement upon the female, Rhailo Destros. The Mandalorian was in hunt-mode now, and the female would receive no breaks in the pursuit that he bore after her. Hunting was a game, and Demagol never lost.
As the distance between the two dwindled Demagol decided to up the ante on the seriousness of this situation. Ahead, there was another figure beyond Rhailo, systems registered it as a Bith. The stupid fucker had decided to stay out despite the explosions.
“Calculate distance and propulsion trajectory.” Immediately a quick diagnostic is run. “250 meters. Trajectory sets target at 5.6 seconds based on approach.” That same sinister smile gleams from beneath the mask. “Good.”
“Override fuel cells, close that distance quicker.” The suit responded, sending Demagol through the air at crashing speeds. In mid-air he drew his beskad, a long Mandalorian saber used for melee combat. Before the Bith can even understand what the situation is Demagol is upon him. The blade’s edge was sharp, able to scratch even the toughest of most armors. It skewed the Bith through his upper-chest and nearly went as deep as the handle, exiting through the middle of its back. All that could be heard from the Bith was a high-pitched squeal before his ultimate demise. Demagol raised the impaled Bith up into the air with but a single arm, turning his body so that he was systematically casting the lifeless corpse of the scum-dweller off of his blade at the same time his gaze met Rhailo’s. It was a demonstration of ferocity, of the Mandalorian’s lack of hesitation to end a life. He didn’t know who that Bith was. He didn’t give a fuck. If taking lives was a job, then he was a reaper. The Bith’s corpse laid there motionless on the ground, blood seeping toward the underground sewers thanks to the storm overhead.
Lightning streaked across the sky, giving Rhailo an all-too-well look of her persistent pursuer. The light it gave outlined Demagol’s figure against the background behind him. Such an eerie position she was in now.
“Check.” He spoke in Chess terms.
“Soar.” The simple command activated the jetpack that was attached to Demagol’s armor, erupting him upward through the hole that he created in the roof. Like a bird of prey he swept through the air, his high-tech thermal vision tracking down the unique signature of the Auroun. All he needed to do was download her body’s personal signature into his system’s cache, and she had given him plenty enough time to do so while she yammered in the room to him initially. Immediately his diagnostic kicks back up, relaying an on-the-spot trail that the female created. The storm still cried out overhead, but this made Demagol an even deadlier aerial predator as he propelled through the air like a falcon.
Perhaps this was a bit unfair, afterall, Demagol was one of the best. Did they really need to send him after this female? Was she that big of a pain in the ass? He didn’t pay it much mind. Sure, she had a stellar looking body, but that fact could be just as deadly as any blaster that one could pull. Looks kill, and sometimes you need to know when they’re going to. This one didn’t seem like a fighter, but to her inevitable dismay her flight maneuvers would not be good enough to rid Demagol of her trail. There was a reason that Demagol didn’t talk much while on his missions. Speaking gave up information one way or another. Already he knew what type of a person this Rhailo was, a trickster. Her pattern of speech indicated that Demagol would need to be precise in his actions and judgments. If he caught her, he’d likely have to be thorough with bindings. If the ex was a true story, and he was somewhat reluctant to believe that it was. Then that would simply be another subject that Demagol could track down and force to speak if this went awry.
However, there was no need. Everything was going exactly as planned. That is the way of the hunt. Through the air he soared, plummeting downward so that he flew near the roofs of the lower buildings. His jetpack propelled him in small bursts, giving him a sort of 'hop’ as he began to close the distance between the subject and himself already. Poor thing, she probably didn’t even know that he was this far along already. She already showed fatigue in her body and the Mandalorian’s suit gave him a definite advantage in the game of endurance. In all honesty he was overestimating the abilities of the female, as he had run into a psion in the past. That fucker was hard to kill. It was the main reason Demagol’s suit had the personal customization to it. What if she turned out to be just as big a pain in the ass? Thanks to his jetpack, the Mandalorian wasn’t nearly as restricted in his movement as the female criminal was. The buildings even helped to obscure his approach, and so did the storm overhead.
It was show time. Time to show the female that she wasn’t as slick as she thought she was. Demagol liked to put on a performance in his hunts. Damage control was disabled. Oh how he had waited for something like this. It was probably because of this scum of a planet that the engagement criteria was so boundless. I mean, what the fuck could you call valuable around here? When Demagol made his presence known, he made it known. He lowered his altitude further so that he was flying between buildings now. An arm began to carelessly throw what looked like cases with blipping lights in either direction. One on each building that he was passing. They attach to the walls as if they’re coated in adhesive and as soon as they do, that lovely sounded countdown began. 5. 4. 3. 2. 1.
Satchel charges. The sound of steel twisting and contorting to the incredible power of the explosions behind Demagol was enough to encourage any intelligent citizen to stay inside of their home. Buildings rippled and partially crashed inward upon themselves in the Mandalorian’s passing. Not only would this cause a massive amount of mayhem to instill fear, it would clear the streets. Less people made it easier to track. This was still a concrete jungle. Hunting grounds, perfectly acceptable.
The ground shook and Demagol closed in for the second engagement upon the female, Rhailo Destros. The Mandalorian was in hunt-mode now, and the female would receive no breaks in the pursuit that he bore after her. Hunting was a game, and Demagol never lost.
As the distance between the two dwindled Demagol decided to up the ante on the seriousness of this situation. Ahead, there was another figure beyond Rhailo, systems registered it as a Bith. The stupid fucker had decided to stay out despite the explosions.
“Calculate distance and propulsion trajectory.” Immediately a quick diagnostic is run. “250 meters. Trajectory sets target at 5.6 seconds based on approach.” That same sinister smile gleams from beneath the mask. “Good.”
“Override fuel cells, close that distance quicker.” The suit responded, sending Demagol through the air at crashing speeds. In mid-air he drew his beskad, a long Mandalorian saber used for melee combat. Before the Bith can even understand what the situation is Demagol is upon him. The blade’s edge was sharp, able to scratch even the toughest of most armors. It skewed the Bith through his upper-chest and nearly went as deep as the handle, exiting through the middle of its back. All that could be heard from the Bith was a high-pitched squeal before his ultimate demise. Demagol raised the impaled Bith up into the air with but a single arm, turning his body so that he was systematically casting the lifeless corpse of the scum-dweller off of his blade at the same time his gaze met Rhailo’s. It was a demonstration of ferocity, of the Mandalorian’s lack of hesitation to end a life. He didn’t know who that Bith was. He didn’t give a fuck. If taking lives was a job, then he was a reaper. The Bith’s corpse laid there motionless on the ground, blood seeping toward the underground sewers thanks to the storm overhead.
Lightning streaked across the sky, giving Rhailo an all-too-well look of her persistent pursuer. The light it gave outlined Demagol’s figure against the background behind him. Such an eerie position she was in now.
“Check.” He spoke in Chess terms.
Forever?
Oh, my darling,
If only you could see what war has done to me.
Oh, my darling,
If only you could see what war has done to me.
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