[ti]Event[/ti]The Dread Master - Kross

There was fear in the Zabrak as he landed his interceptor, he remembered words from one Iona Tendarin. Prompting him to kick his ***. Well at the time, Getran responded relatively enthusiastically for the moment. But he knew even then, what danger lied ahead. He wore all his armor, had on all his weapons. Two of his phrik vibro-swords on his back, his phrik Zhaboka in one hand, a full shield Reflection Emitter gauntlet in the other. Full armor on. Fear, anger, and absolute determination, for the sake of the Republic he had revived and recreated he was going to take on a being that was ever so much more then he could ever hope to be.

But he persisted. When he did see the Dread Master, he didn't utter a word, he tossed the Zhaboka into the air swinging his blaster pistol up and firing six quick shots, two at the head, two in between the shoulders, and two at the backs of the knees, holstering the weapon and catching the Zhaboka as it came down, "For the Republic, for Freedom, for order, I stand against you and your cruel actions. An unsightly being with unsightly goals. You are a pitiable creature." he said, though continued to move, grabbing the other Zabrak blaster in his gauntlet hand and sending shot after shot at the Dread Master. The Storyteller,