Galavander
Jan 3rd, 2004, 12:04:03 PM
The dumpster levitated up and to Galavander's hands with the Magnetic field at work. It hurled the massive container at the man running several feet away; the container would have seemed to miss the target until it bounced and clipped the heel of the man. His body jolted from the force of a dumpster landing on his foot and he screamed in pain as his body slammed into the muck of the alleyway.
He turned frantically to see his hunter but the dumpster blocked his view. For moments he heard nothing but his own breathing until a *snap hisssssssss* was heard. Light seemed to emanate from the other side of the container before he heard a whirring noise. The top of the container began glowing bright red and a line worked its way down until it was almost cut entirely in half. It split in two, trash being spilled everywhere and the sides shattering the brick walls they fell against.
The quarry's face displayed such horror at seeing a seven foot tall humanoid before him with an equally long lightsaber in his left hand. The hunter clenched its fist, lightning crackling around it as its electro-emitters charged up. It casually walked through the trash to reach the disabled quarry and knelt beside him.
"No, nooo, noooooo-"
Galavander put its right hand on the man's face; its sensors instantly felt his body temperature rise to an astonishing rate. The man tried to scream longer but it only came out as an indescernable gurgle. Galavander's hand came away, some of the flesh melted to his hand. The electro-emitters warmed up barely and the flesh dripped off with ease. The look on the man's face was no longer horror but sheer agony.
-What entirely occured within the human Galavander? I am not fully aware of the human frame and it seems you dealt him an extremely fatal blow by merely running supercharged currents of electricity through his body?
-Correct Processor. Most organisms would call it "lightning" though. And I made the man a simple circuit of electricty where it ran a course through his body and returned to my own to use minimal energy. This in effect, heated his body to the point that most of his internal organs and systems have melted altogether. The human body is highly susceptable to "lightning." One charge could jolt their heart from its regualr beating pattern and they could most likely die. It is a very efficient method against most organisms.
-Agreed Galavander. We should go collect the rest of our bounty.
Galavander agreed with the suggestion and disengaged the lightsaber. The next movement was faster than most organisms could catch but the lightsaber would have appeared to disappear. The handle was actually placed within a secret compartment in Galavander's arm. It also had an extra compartment in it's thigh for varying access but the wrist was more useful for an efficient kill.
Galavander didn't even look down at the man and noticed his necklace, a metal amulet that had sunk into the softened flesh and burned its way through. The Nuero Net served far better than any of its other sensors; it was almost as if it was in touch with everything and could feel the entire surface of anything within the Net's range. It raised its hand out and pulled the amulet off the dead carcass with the magnetic field. It couldn't be as delicate as undoing the lock on the back so it yanked the chain and broke it before it came to his hand. This was the proof he would need for the bounty.
It left the alley casually, a ragged black cloak over its shoulders covered the massive plates on them and the valves upon those and running down Galavander's back. Galavander was still in the same black combat suit he had been since his "awakening" and he saw no need of changing for sometime. The suit was made to be resistant to most of the elements and resistant to several possible forms of attacks and it served Galavander well.
He approached the bar; the guard recognizing Galavander from earlier allowed passage in. Galavander got amusement out of this bar's entryway. It had a droid scanner, an obvious sign that they weren't allowed. Galavander entered, scanning the room for its employer of the moment. Quickly found inhaling a glass of whiskey, Galavander met the Mr. Yank Fohmile at the bar. It stood right behind him and held out his hand over the man's shoulder to drop the bloody amulet on the table.
"Dominic Sykes is dead Mr. Yank Fohmile. My credits?"
The man spun quickly in his stool with a slurred smile and half closed eyes.
"Dat's amazin'... Alreadeeee? Its bein' like two maybe three hours hasn' it?"
Galavander realized instantly how quickly its tolerance was waning for these organisms.
"Twenty eight hours, fifty seven minutes, three seconds and counting to be exact. Where are my credits?"
The man stared at Galavander for a moment, dazed it would seem and then snapped back into the galaxy.
"Rioght... yooour creditsssssss."
He moved his mouth around, as if his tongue were reaching for something between his teeth before reaching into his wallet and pulling out a credit card.
"It's all yours... five hundreded thoussands credits beefore and now the fives hundedred K's after righ'?"
Galavander took the card, passed it to the bartender with a few extra credits to cerify its worth. A simple scan and a nod and Galavander now had one million credits. Even if the bounty was simply helping one organism in his gang's warfare against another, it didn't matter to Galavander either way. It required credits to advance further and get off this planet with its own ship and not sneaking on a mechanical freighter. A ship would allow it to accomplish long distance travel as it willed and opened new oppurtunities of achieving its objectives.
It stepped outside and stood by the entrance, debating its next moves. A debate within Galavander that took more than a few seconds meant the development was so indepth it would be equal to straight months of a meditation for an organism.
He turned frantically to see his hunter but the dumpster blocked his view. For moments he heard nothing but his own breathing until a *snap hisssssssss* was heard. Light seemed to emanate from the other side of the container before he heard a whirring noise. The top of the container began glowing bright red and a line worked its way down until it was almost cut entirely in half. It split in two, trash being spilled everywhere and the sides shattering the brick walls they fell against.
The quarry's face displayed such horror at seeing a seven foot tall humanoid before him with an equally long lightsaber in his left hand. The hunter clenched its fist, lightning crackling around it as its electro-emitters charged up. It casually walked through the trash to reach the disabled quarry and knelt beside him.
"No, nooo, noooooo-"
Galavander put its right hand on the man's face; its sensors instantly felt his body temperature rise to an astonishing rate. The man tried to scream longer but it only came out as an indescernable gurgle. Galavander's hand came away, some of the flesh melted to his hand. The electro-emitters warmed up barely and the flesh dripped off with ease. The look on the man's face was no longer horror but sheer agony.
-What entirely occured within the human Galavander? I am not fully aware of the human frame and it seems you dealt him an extremely fatal blow by merely running supercharged currents of electricity through his body?
-Correct Processor. Most organisms would call it "lightning" though. And I made the man a simple circuit of electricty where it ran a course through his body and returned to my own to use minimal energy. This in effect, heated his body to the point that most of his internal organs and systems have melted altogether. The human body is highly susceptable to "lightning." One charge could jolt their heart from its regualr beating pattern and they could most likely die. It is a very efficient method against most organisms.
-Agreed Galavander. We should go collect the rest of our bounty.
Galavander agreed with the suggestion and disengaged the lightsaber. The next movement was faster than most organisms could catch but the lightsaber would have appeared to disappear. The handle was actually placed within a secret compartment in Galavander's arm. It also had an extra compartment in it's thigh for varying access but the wrist was more useful for an efficient kill.
Galavander didn't even look down at the man and noticed his necklace, a metal amulet that had sunk into the softened flesh and burned its way through. The Nuero Net served far better than any of its other sensors; it was almost as if it was in touch with everything and could feel the entire surface of anything within the Net's range. It raised its hand out and pulled the amulet off the dead carcass with the magnetic field. It couldn't be as delicate as undoing the lock on the back so it yanked the chain and broke it before it came to his hand. This was the proof he would need for the bounty.
It left the alley casually, a ragged black cloak over its shoulders covered the massive plates on them and the valves upon those and running down Galavander's back. Galavander was still in the same black combat suit he had been since his "awakening" and he saw no need of changing for sometime. The suit was made to be resistant to most of the elements and resistant to several possible forms of attacks and it served Galavander well.
He approached the bar; the guard recognizing Galavander from earlier allowed passage in. Galavander got amusement out of this bar's entryway. It had a droid scanner, an obvious sign that they weren't allowed. Galavander entered, scanning the room for its employer of the moment. Quickly found inhaling a glass of whiskey, Galavander met the Mr. Yank Fohmile at the bar. It stood right behind him and held out his hand over the man's shoulder to drop the bloody amulet on the table.
"Dominic Sykes is dead Mr. Yank Fohmile. My credits?"
The man spun quickly in his stool with a slurred smile and half closed eyes.
"Dat's amazin'... Alreadeeee? Its bein' like two maybe three hours hasn' it?"
Galavander realized instantly how quickly its tolerance was waning for these organisms.
"Twenty eight hours, fifty seven minutes, three seconds and counting to be exact. Where are my credits?"
The man stared at Galavander for a moment, dazed it would seem and then snapped back into the galaxy.
"Rioght... yooour creditsssssss."
He moved his mouth around, as if his tongue were reaching for something between his teeth before reaching into his wallet and pulling out a credit card.
"It's all yours... five hundreded thoussands credits beefore and now the fives hundedred K's after righ'?"
Galavander took the card, passed it to the bartender with a few extra credits to cerify its worth. A simple scan and a nod and Galavander now had one million credits. Even if the bounty was simply helping one organism in his gang's warfare against another, it didn't matter to Galavander either way. It required credits to advance further and get off this planet with its own ship and not sneaking on a mechanical freighter. A ship would allow it to accomplish long distance travel as it willed and opened new oppurtunities of achieving its objectives.
It stepped outside and stood by the entrance, debating its next moves. A debate within Galavander that took more than a few seconds meant the development was so indepth it would be equal to straight months of a meditation for an organism.