Durasay walked away from Baesal in the radiation zone, back towards the main engineering area they had entered from. Anger. Hatred. It all coursed through Durasay. It had ever since he had seen Dynos. His memory went back. Back to Nar Shaddaa. Seeing the damage done to Moyr. Even to Baesal. He had used stims to stabilize the Togruta. To bring Moyr back, despite the horrid damage she had taken.
He looked down at Dynos' body. He could hear his blood pumping through his heart. Lelia came to mind. And this monster, this... animal... had snuffed her talented life from the galaxy. His eyes narrowed, flashing that yellow-sanguine glow again, as he found his fingers grabbing the hilt of his vibrosword.
If he lives, he'll just escape. We don't have the resources to keep him imprisoned. No. He is an infiltrator, a rogue agent distracting us from a war we have to win.Steeling himself, the Pantoran drew his weapon. There wasn't a guttural scream, or a cry of anguish. No. Just the click and hum of the vibro-servos coming to life.
The tip placed against Dynos Val's neck.
A push. All his anger and rage and hatred concentrated in the millimeter wide tip of metal at the end of his blade.
https://youtu.be/C2pOXKijFU0Maneuver to move to Dynos. 2 strain, 2nd maneuver to draw vibrosword. Action. Coup de grace. If Destiny is spent to stop me, I will spend Destiny to not bring the vibrosword into whoever tried to stop me.
Wounds: 0/20
Strain: 9/12
Soak: 5