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Post by Erys "Monica" Azenor on Sept 4, 2024 17:02:24 GMT -5
Going places, taking names, and getting her own recorded in the annals of history; these were but steps to a more grandiose process, an overarching idea. That idea was the planetary destruction of a planet known as Seratus, cradle of the Himônus species to which Erys belonged to. Her grudge was something transcendent, for it was granted by birthright. Spurned from inception, she who had glassy eyes and spiky orange hair wanted nothing more than to make the universe burn for what happened to her.
To exert the full brunt of her vengeance, however, Erys needed to become more powerful and acquire resources. Given her volatile behavior and proclivity for wanton violence, increasing her árula was only a matter of time. It was the whole "gathering allies and finding weaponry" part that proved more difficult for her. For this purpose, Erys parked her space pod on a deserted moon located near a popular Imperial hyperlane where merchant vessels often passed. The bigger convoys accompanied by a protective mini fleet were eschewed like the plague, for they were more trouble than what they were worth. Everything modest and easily preyed upon, though, was what this hot-tempered Himônus looked for.
She dangled her head from side to side, looking at her own reflection across Kárnis’ serrated edge. "Do you think we will find anything that’ll make up for the wait? This is so boooooooooriiiiiing!!!" She whined with a flick from a green-painted nail given against the sword’s bandaged hilt. "Patience, my whelp. Greatness is not something one achieves overnight." Kárnis’ telepathic utterance was received with a profuse eye roll from the redhead who slumped in her seat with a displeased groan.
Just when she was about to call it a day, a small point of light appeared in the radar portion of her space pod’s control board. With a delighted yelp, she jumped in her seat. "SWEET!" A few buttons were imprudently mashed. Then, her space pod began levitating from the moon’s barren surface before rushing toward an incoming merchant cruiser with an ever-increasing pace.
"Sir, we’re gonna have a problem." Said the Arcosian copilot of the aforementioned merchant vessel who pointed out the rapidly-approaching spot drifting toward the epicenter of the radar’s screen. "MEN, TO HARMS! WE’RE GETTING BOARDED. DEFEND THE EMPIRE’S PROPERTY." The Brenchian captain spoke through a radio that carried his voice across the ship. Battle armor-clad aliens from a diverse range of species scampered away from their leisurely activities to retrieve blasters from the ship’s armory.
As for Erys’ pod, it careened through the ship’s hangar, boring through its energy gate thanks to a blast of pallid árula she shot through her vessel's fragile window with a pointing index — was getting all the oxygen in her spherical spaceship instantly sucked by the vacuum of space anything more than a minor setback? After all, massive sliding doors made from reinforced, military-grade metal sealed the hangar her fuming wreck of a pod found itself crash landing in. "SHOWTIME!" Before the military personnel even had the time to answer the intrusion, Erys burst out of her pod with a shroud of gossamer árula distorting the space around her. Draped in a tattered, discolored cloak and armed with Kárnis, her trusty serrated alkálipe, the intruder felt galvanized at the prospect of cleaving through rows of Imperial soldiers to procure the ship’s precious cargo: Biohazard chemicals.
These were going to be refined into a fine bomb…
To exert the full brunt of her vengeance, however, Erys needed to become more powerful and acquire resources. Given her volatile behavior and proclivity for wanton violence, increasing her árula was only a matter of time. It was the whole "gathering allies and finding weaponry" part that proved more difficult for her. For this purpose, Erys parked her space pod on a deserted moon located near a popular Imperial hyperlane where merchant vessels often passed. The bigger convoys accompanied by a protective mini fleet were eschewed like the plague, for they were more trouble than what they were worth. Everything modest and easily preyed upon, though, was what this hot-tempered Himônus looked for.
She dangled her head from side to side, looking at her own reflection across Kárnis’ serrated edge. "Do you think we will find anything that’ll make up for the wait? This is so boooooooooriiiiiing!!!" She whined with a flick from a green-painted nail given against the sword’s bandaged hilt. "Patience, my whelp. Greatness is not something one achieves overnight." Kárnis’ telepathic utterance was received with a profuse eye roll from the redhead who slumped in her seat with a displeased groan.
Just when she was about to call it a day, a small point of light appeared in the radar portion of her space pod’s control board. With a delighted yelp, she jumped in her seat. "SWEET!" A few buttons were imprudently mashed. Then, her space pod began levitating from the moon’s barren surface before rushing toward an incoming merchant cruiser with an ever-increasing pace.
"Sir, we’re gonna have a problem." Said the Arcosian copilot of the aforementioned merchant vessel who pointed out the rapidly-approaching spot drifting toward the epicenter of the radar’s screen. "MEN, TO HARMS! WE’RE GETTING BOARDED. DEFEND THE EMPIRE’S PROPERTY." The Brenchian captain spoke through a radio that carried his voice across the ship. Battle armor-clad aliens from a diverse range of species scampered away from their leisurely activities to retrieve blasters from the ship’s armory.
As for Erys’ pod, it careened through the ship’s hangar, boring through its energy gate thanks to a blast of pallid árula she shot through her vessel's fragile window with a pointing index — was getting all the oxygen in her spherical spaceship instantly sucked by the vacuum of space anything more than a minor setback? After all, massive sliding doors made from reinforced, military-grade metal sealed the hangar her fuming wreck of a pod found itself crash landing in. "SHOWTIME!" Before the military personnel even had the time to answer the intrusion, Erys burst out of her pod with a shroud of gossamer árula distorting the space around her. Draped in a tattered, discolored cloak and armed with Kárnis, her trusty serrated alkálipe, the intruder felt galvanized at the prospect of cleaving through rows of Imperial soldiers to procure the ship’s precious cargo: Biohazard chemicals.
These were going to be refined into a fine bomb…
PL: 50,000 -> 200,000 (Erys is in her Árula Unleashed form.)
UT used: 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: 590
TWC: 590
UT used: 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: 590
TWC: 590
