Post by Erys "Monica" Azenor on Sept 3, 2024 19:21:27 GMT -5
In the wake of the carnage, only a single space pod left the merchant vessel and the corpses contained therein to their tragic fate of endless drifting in the emptiness of the cosmos. The cramped, spherical evacuation spaceship tore through the void of space, its rusty metallic contour surrounded with a plume of red-hot fire that only intensified as it approached its destination: The nearest planet, a dusty desert world subjugated to the permanent daylight provided by three suns. It was a scorched wasteland, but even in such an inhospitable place there was life; a minor settlement utilized by subcontractors of the Arcosian Empire employing them to mine the planet's precious minerals on their behalf.
This is the place where Erys landed with a thunderous crash lost in the vastness of the desert, her pod careening across an ocean of sweltering sand until it lost all semblance of momentum. It is only then that she carved herself a pathway with Kárnis, its serrated blade finding purchase in the pod's meek door with baffling. With its integrality compromised, she bust the thing open with a fierce kick before stepping out.
"..." This Himônus lass characterized by spiky red hair cut short and a mocha-skinned body clad in dirty rags was nothing short of a runt; as if her diminutive stature wasn't enough, her figure was extremely emaciated from a life of servitude who she just eluded, and above her sunken cheeks a pair of milky white eyes scrutinized the horizon for any trace of árula.
Her ghastly eyes narrowed and the cracked fullness of her lips quirked up in a sharp-fanged grin.
"Bingo." She began making her way to the aforementioned mining settlement, lazily dragging along Kárnis with a reverse grip that left a linear trail in the sand.
Her throat was parched, her bare soles screaming in agony. Yet, her unhinged smile only grew as she closed the distance with the location of her up-and-coming hunt. After a few hours of sluggish walking, she arrived at the doorstep of a metallic palisade where two PMC-affiliated Brenchians bedecked in custom power armor diligently kept watch. "State your business." Said the red-skinned one whose hand hovered close to the holster containing their blaster. The Himônus redhead wiggled her toes in the sand and snorted, lifting up her lidded gaze to shift it from her dirty feet to the mercenary threatening her.
"KILL THEM." Demanded dearest Kárnis who sang to her psyche. Erys ran her tongue across her dehydrated mouth folds and tightened the grip around the bandaged shaft of her alkálipe. "Astropiá." With a seamless vertical swing of her sword that came faster than what the guards were able to process, a crescent of pallid, nigh-invisible árula was catapulted from the weapon's edge to bisect the red-skinned Brenchian in two isometric halves that thumped in the sand with a disgusting squelch.
The blue-skinned Brenchian's eyes widened in panic as splatters of purple gore sullied his face. Quickly, a gloved hand blurred to his holster. "NUH UH!" A singular upward swipe with Kárnis was all it took for its serrated edge to find purchase in the Brenchian's arms, sending them flying in the air with twin geysers of periwinkle gushing from the stumps. Being one to display the flair of her swordsmanship, Erys diced the aloft limbs with a lattice of alkálipe cuts. The still-screaming Brenchian stared in horror as the Himônus presented an open palm before the falling chunks of flesh that were now perfectly aligned with his face.
"Goodbye." A cone of transparent árula erupted from her empty hand, disintegrating the crippled guard, the two bisected limbs made countless, and the massive fortified door behind him.
She crossed the fuming hole she bored, then the loud blare of an alarm made itself heard.
"THIS IS GOING TO BE SO MUCH FUN!" She yelled with a delighted cackle, exploding like a savage animal in the fray with only a single limb —the arm clutching her alkálipe sword— kept off the ground.
"YOU MAKE ME SO PROUD, MY WHELP."
This is the place where Erys landed with a thunderous crash lost in the vastness of the desert, her pod careening across an ocean of sweltering sand until it lost all semblance of momentum. It is only then that she carved herself a pathway with Kárnis, its serrated blade finding purchase in the pod's meek door with baffling. With its integrality compromised, she bust the thing open with a fierce kick before stepping out.
"..." This Himônus lass characterized by spiky red hair cut short and a mocha-skinned body clad in dirty rags was nothing short of a runt; as if her diminutive stature wasn't enough, her figure was extremely emaciated from a life of servitude who she just eluded, and above her sunken cheeks a pair of milky white eyes scrutinized the horizon for any trace of árula.
Her ghastly eyes narrowed and the cracked fullness of her lips quirked up in a sharp-fanged grin.
"Bingo." She began making her way to the aforementioned mining settlement, lazily dragging along Kárnis with a reverse grip that left a linear trail in the sand.
Her throat was parched, her bare soles screaming in agony. Yet, her unhinged smile only grew as she closed the distance with the location of her up-and-coming hunt. After a few hours of sluggish walking, she arrived at the doorstep of a metallic palisade where two PMC-affiliated Brenchians bedecked in custom power armor diligently kept watch. "State your business." Said the red-skinned one whose hand hovered close to the holster containing their blaster. The Himônus redhead wiggled her toes in the sand and snorted, lifting up her lidded gaze to shift it from her dirty feet to the mercenary threatening her.
"KILL THEM." Demanded dearest Kárnis who sang to her psyche. Erys ran her tongue across her dehydrated mouth folds and tightened the grip around the bandaged shaft of her alkálipe. "Astropiá." With a seamless vertical swing of her sword that came faster than what the guards were able to process, a crescent of pallid, nigh-invisible árula was catapulted from the weapon's edge to bisect the red-skinned Brenchian in two isometric halves that thumped in the sand with a disgusting squelch.
The blue-skinned Brenchian's eyes widened in panic as splatters of purple gore sullied his face. Quickly, a gloved hand blurred to his holster. "NUH UH!" A singular upward swipe with Kárnis was all it took for its serrated edge to find purchase in the Brenchian's arms, sending them flying in the air with twin geysers of periwinkle gushing from the stumps. Being one to display the flair of her swordsmanship, Erys diced the aloft limbs with a lattice of alkálipe cuts. The still-screaming Brenchian stared in horror as the Himônus presented an open palm before the falling chunks of flesh that were now perfectly aligned with his face.
"Goodbye." A cone of transparent árula erupted from her empty hand, disintegrating the crippled guard, the two bisected limbs made countless, and the massive fortified door behind him.
She crossed the fuming hole she bored, then the loud blare of an alarm made itself heard.
"THIS IS GOING TO BE SO MUCH FUN!" She yelled with a delighted cackle, exploding like a savage animal in the fray with only a single limb —the arm clutching her alkálipe sword— kept off the ground.
"YOU MAKE ME SO PROUD, MY WHELP."
PL: 50,000 (Erys is in her Base form.)
UT used: Árula Sense & Kárnis
KP: 6/6 - MP: 0/6 - HP: 000/310
Traits: Bare-Knuckle Brawler [ACTIVE], Efficient Adaptation [2/2], Forerunners [BLEED|SHIELD|TAUNT], Provocation [ACTIVE], Self-Sacrifice [1/1]
Active Items [2/2]: Elite Arm Blaster [1/1], Sno Ruby [1/1]
Passive Items: Armor Lining [1/1], Dyno Capsule [1/1]
WC: 685
TWC: 685
UT used: Árula Sense & Kárnis
KP: 6/6 - MP: 0/6 - HP: 000/310
Traits: Bare-Knuckle Brawler [ACTIVE], Efficient Adaptation [2/2], Forerunners [BLEED|SHIELD|TAUNT], Provocation [ACTIVE], Self-Sacrifice [1/1]
Active Items [2/2]: Elite Arm Blaster [1/1], Sno Ruby [1/1]
Passive Items: Armor Lining [1/1], Dyno Capsule [1/1]
WC: 685
TWC: 685