Oberleutnant Deleritas
Member
IC: Deleritas
Location: Coruscant
Deleritas played little role in rounding up the remaining Feds. He had dealt with them enough. Instead, he turned his attention to collecting his men and checking on the ambush teams. He counted every helmeted head and looked around. It appeared that all were accounted for, and each trooper gave him a respectful nod. There was an unspoken understanding between them, despite the circumstances, the Sith Knight had wanted the situation to afford him another choice. Once he had ensured that their numbers had not been depleted and that the injured were properly attended to, he sought Commander Threntel. Now was the time to continue formulating strategies to ensure that the war was won.
Commander Threntel came over Deleritas’ comms, “Knight Deleritas, have your me-“ His message was cut off. Deleritas immediately tried to get comms back up. Fearing the worst, Deleritas tried to speak to the commander, “Commander, I missed that last part. What do you need me to do?” Deleritas hardly finished his sentence when he felt frozen in his position. His cadaverous pallor betrayed an aura of foreboding as all the color drained from his face. What’s happening? His sight grew dim, and everything felt heavy. He strained against the feeling was able to turn slightly. Everyone else had frozen in place too. The moments seemed to last an eternity as each soul appeared to experience a million life sentences of torture in mere minutes. The voices Deleritas strove to harness, went unbridled once more. Hurling insults in his head and Delertias was powerless to shut them out.
Enduring every comment, every slur, every name in the common language and in Trandoshan. Revisiting memories from when he was a mere child on Trandosha. The only human that many had ever encountered. Constantly rejected by the Trandoshan youths and forced to be an outsider. Then the visions started. Imagery of his Master being slaughtered. Flashes of the mutilated bodies of his parents. Worse yet, frame-by-frame sequences of people within the Empire taking turns attacking his parents and leaving them for dead. Deleritas couldn’t shake his head. Deleritas couldn’t cover his ears. He had to endure. Suddenly everything stopped. He felt free to move, but something drove him to look up into the sky. A massive, celestial hand began to overtake the Coruscant sky and cityscape. Reducing all in its path to nothingness. NO! IT CAN’T BE! Deleritas did what he could to bark orders out to those that remained and were able to move.
“ALRIGHT, WE GOTTA MOVE! WE ONLY HAVE A HANDFUL OF OPTIONS AND, IF WE AREN’T QUICK, WE WON’T MAKE IT OUT OF HERE ALIVE. GRAB A BIKE AND GRAB A MAN! GET TO THE NEAREST TRANSPORT AND/OR STARCRUISER AND GET THE HELL OFF THIS PLANET!”
Once Deleritas had finished giving commands, he ensured that he, too, did as he instructed. Pandemonium ensued. Troopers weren’t coming out of their daze the same. They weren’t calm, cool, and collected. They were attacking each other. Blasters were aimed at any living thing as they fought and clawed to get a speeder. Deleritas grabbed a trooper that hadn’t come to yet and threw him on the back of his speeder. Deleritas charged through the blaster fire, weaving left and right to get out of the restaurant. Hurtling over the edge, Deleritas saw the chaos below. Everyone on the planet had the same thought process. GET OUT NOW! Prisoners scratched and clawed at their restraints in desperate attempts to free themselves. Stumbling over each other. Omegon, Rayge, and Dorrian fled as fast as their legs could carry them in the direction of the MA-AT that Omedgon had flown in on. Senec plummeted to the ground and made a move to return to his gunship as well.
Revving the engine and ripping open the throttle, Deleritas sped towards the MA-AT carrying the others in a seemingly futile attempt to escape the void. Screaming at the top of his lungs, “DON’T LEAVE WITHOUT ME!!” Deleritas despised the words as they left his lips, but he didn’t have time to rethink his phrasing. Death loomed on the horizon and if he weren’t quick, it would all be over. Dipping and bobbing over cracked duracrete and fragmented durasteel Deleritas soared towards that MA-AT as take-off preparations commenced. ALMOST…THERE… Deleritas strained the limits of machine and man. Praying to any god that could hear that he would live to see another day. He could see Dorrian and Rayge waving frantically to board the transport as the ramp began to rise. Deleritas made a split-second decision to leap from the speeder and slip through the gap between the ramp and transport. The ship rocked as the speeder collided with its hull and exploded.
“LET’S GET OUT OF HERE!” Deleritas cried, crawling to his hands and knees from his sprawled position. “TODAY IS NOT OUR DAY TO DIE!”
Tags:
@Darth Dreadwar @Kint Dranlor @Dorrian Shadowsun @Senec Tinople
@Rayge @Darth Vesper
Location: Coruscant
Deleritas played little role in rounding up the remaining Feds. He had dealt with them enough. Instead, he turned his attention to collecting his men and checking on the ambush teams. He counted every helmeted head and looked around. It appeared that all were accounted for, and each trooper gave him a respectful nod. There was an unspoken understanding between them, despite the circumstances, the Sith Knight had wanted the situation to afford him another choice. Once he had ensured that their numbers had not been depleted and that the injured were properly attended to, he sought Commander Threntel. Now was the time to continue formulating strategies to ensure that the war was won.
Commander Threntel came over Deleritas’ comms, “Knight Deleritas, have your me-“ His message was cut off. Deleritas immediately tried to get comms back up. Fearing the worst, Deleritas tried to speak to the commander, “Commander, I missed that last part. What do you need me to do?” Deleritas hardly finished his sentence when he felt frozen in his position. His cadaverous pallor betrayed an aura of foreboding as all the color drained from his face. What’s happening? His sight grew dim, and everything felt heavy. He strained against the feeling was able to turn slightly. Everyone else had frozen in place too. The moments seemed to last an eternity as each soul appeared to experience a million life sentences of torture in mere minutes. The voices Deleritas strove to harness, went unbridled once more. Hurling insults in his head and Delertias was powerless to shut them out.
Enduring every comment, every slur, every name in the common language and in Trandoshan. Revisiting memories from when he was a mere child on Trandosha. The only human that many had ever encountered. Constantly rejected by the Trandoshan youths and forced to be an outsider. Then the visions started. Imagery of his Master being slaughtered. Flashes of the mutilated bodies of his parents. Worse yet, frame-by-frame sequences of people within the Empire taking turns attacking his parents and leaving them for dead. Deleritas couldn’t shake his head. Deleritas couldn’t cover his ears. He had to endure. Suddenly everything stopped. He felt free to move, but something drove him to look up into the sky. A massive, celestial hand began to overtake the Coruscant sky and cityscape. Reducing all in its path to nothingness. NO! IT CAN’T BE! Deleritas did what he could to bark orders out to those that remained and were able to move.
“ALRIGHT, WE GOTTA MOVE! WE ONLY HAVE A HANDFUL OF OPTIONS AND, IF WE AREN’T QUICK, WE WON’T MAKE IT OUT OF HERE ALIVE. GRAB A BIKE AND GRAB A MAN! GET TO THE NEAREST TRANSPORT AND/OR STARCRUISER AND GET THE HELL OFF THIS PLANET!”
Once Deleritas had finished giving commands, he ensured that he, too, did as he instructed. Pandemonium ensued. Troopers weren’t coming out of their daze the same. They weren’t calm, cool, and collected. They were attacking each other. Blasters were aimed at any living thing as they fought and clawed to get a speeder. Deleritas grabbed a trooper that hadn’t come to yet and threw him on the back of his speeder. Deleritas charged through the blaster fire, weaving left and right to get out of the restaurant. Hurtling over the edge, Deleritas saw the chaos below. Everyone on the planet had the same thought process. GET OUT NOW! Prisoners scratched and clawed at their restraints in desperate attempts to free themselves. Stumbling over each other. Omegon, Rayge, and Dorrian fled as fast as their legs could carry them in the direction of the MA-AT that Omedgon had flown in on. Senec plummeted to the ground and made a move to return to his gunship as well.
Revving the engine and ripping open the throttle, Deleritas sped towards the MA-AT carrying the others in a seemingly futile attempt to escape the void. Screaming at the top of his lungs, “DON’T LEAVE WITHOUT ME!!” Deleritas despised the words as they left his lips, but he didn’t have time to rethink his phrasing. Death loomed on the horizon and if he weren’t quick, it would all be over. Dipping and bobbing over cracked duracrete and fragmented durasteel Deleritas soared towards that MA-AT as take-off preparations commenced. ALMOST…THERE… Deleritas strained the limits of machine and man. Praying to any god that could hear that he would live to see another day. He could see Dorrian and Rayge waving frantically to board the transport as the ramp began to rise. Deleritas made a split-second decision to leap from the speeder and slip through the gap between the ramp and transport. The ship rocked as the speeder collided with its hull and exploded.
“LET’S GET OUT OF HERE!” Deleritas cried, crawling to his hands and knees from his sprawled position. “TODAY IS NOT OUR DAY TO DIE!”
Tags:
@Darth Dreadwar @Kint Dranlor @Dorrian Shadowsun @Senec Tinople
@Rayge @Darth Vesper