(( Cleaned up log between Bi’ev and Tholgeth. After their last altercation, why not a hunting trip? :D ))
The Fury class interceptor settled down on Hutta without much incident. The back hatch opened, and a bridge extended, ushering in Tholgeth. As per usual, the Pureblood was coated in black, heavy armor, and was still wearing that abominable helmet his Master so hated. He descended, and entered the spaceport proper. Immediately, the crowd started flowing around him as he tried to get to a seat without drawing too much attention.
Bi’ev had been waiting, of course; he was on Hutta at the time he’d summoned Tholgeth earlier in the evening. The spaceport’s crowd did little to bother him or even to acknowledge him, really. He’d made certain of that by appearing typically Sith with a good generalized feeling of, “Do not approach.” Still, this was Hutt space, and he was careful to mind his manners (as it were). Tholgeth, as usual, did not make himself difficult to spot.
Moving quickly, Bi’ev fell into step with his apprentice. After all, if he let Tholgeth sit down, he might never get the big lump up and moving again, “Let’s get the hell out of here. This city is worse than Nar Shaddaa in its entirety.” Bi’ev shook his head, “I figured we’d go out into the deeper swamp areas; the places those ugly little creatures like to think they’re holding against the Hutts in some form of resistance. They tend to fight a bit harder.”
Tholgeth looked at the smaller man before rising. ”Good plan,” He rumbled as his voice became mechanized, along with various flashing lights on his newly repaired suit, “I haven’t been to this wretched planet in ages, so I defer to your superior knowledge of the planet.”
“Don’t be stupid. My knowledge of this planet extends to its Evocii hunting and little else. We’ll take a speeder out, I don’t really want to wander through swamps any more than is necessary to bag a few of those ugly little things.” Bi’ev paused and gave the Hutt’s travel droid a particularly nasty look which, of course, was ignored being that the target was a droid.
“The permits,” he turned back to Tholgeth before starting the admittedly cheap looking speeder, “are unlimited, but we probably shouldn’t clear out entire camps. Last thing I need is a Hutt pissed off at me.”
“A shame. And here I was hoping to cause a bit of genocide to a clan while I was here. Ah well.” Tholgeth shrugged before getting onto a speeder that was in even worse condition than the one that his Master had been given; smaller, as well. The warrior looked a tad ridiculous on it; his elbows were nearly touching his knees! “Let’s get this show on the road, as they say.”
“Well, really, if we killed them all, there wouldn’t be any more to hunt for sport. Someone should be breeding these things—they breed Twi’lek, and nobody hunts those.” Bi’ev turned and found he had to stifle a laugh at the sight of Tholgeth on a speeder that was far too small for him.
“Hmph. I suppose; but at least Twi’lek are semi-useful. These things,” Tholgeth spat out the word as if it were poison in his mouth, “Are useless. They have no purpose. And I hardly think eliminating one clan would cause that much of a difference.” That being said, he ignites the engine, and flies through the sickening swamps before settling down nearby a local camp. His helmeted eyes stare with disdain, but for now he’s content to observe before attacking.
“Just look at them,” Bi’ev hopped off of the speeder and gestured toward a camp that appeared to be built out of scrap and swamp bits, “even by the way they move it’s as though they’re asking for it—here, watch this.”
Cloaking himself, Bi’ev quickly closed in on one of the camp’s guards. If Tholgeth were paying close enough attention, he might have seen the air around the Evocii ripple slightly. As for the Evocii guard itself, it momentarily appeared to be alert, sensing something nearby before doubling over and clawing at its own head. Now and again, the creature emitted a small squeal of pain but, aside from that, it just thrashed about, clutching and clawing at its head and face.
Bi’ev uncloaked back by Tholgeth, “Sometimes, I find it fun to do that three or four times before killing them. It wears off in a minute or two and leaves them confused and frightened.”
One of the helmet’s ‘eyes’ extended for a moment, attempting to observe. It settled back in as soon as the other Sith came back. “You’ll have to show me that trick sometime, but I doubt it would do me much good.” He shrugged, “But now, they know we’re here. And that’s just the way I like it.” He grinned under his helmet before igniting his lightsaber, and charging into the fray, leaping on one with an almost wild abandon. The creature in question barely had time to squeak before being crushed under the massive black ball of armor that was Lord Voidscream. Tholgeth snarled, and then barked out a short laugh as the others were alerted to his presence.
Subtle as always. Bi’ev chuckled more to himself than out loud, and slunk in nearly unnoticed in the confusion that his apprentice had caused. While Tholgeth focused on wholesale slaughter of any Evocii stupid enough to approach or any unlucky enough to be within reach, He kept to the edges. Stalking them, after all, was great fun. Some of the Evocii had got it into their ugly little heads that, perhaps, they could snipe at whatever it was attacking their settlement.
Bi’ev methodically moved down the line of them, cloaking himself between each one, and running them through; by the time the next one noticed its comrade had fallen, the smaller Pureblood had already re-cloaked himself and had disappeared.
While Tholgeth concentrated on simply slaughtering any Evocii within reach, he neglected to notice two who were trying desperately to escape. One male, the other female. Unfortunately for them, just as they were nearing the gate, the hulking Pureblood shifted his gaze to that general direction.
”Oh, what’s this?” He mused idly before leaping in front of them.
The female immediately fell to her knees, and started stammering out broken Basic, no doubt begging for her life.
“Trying to escape?” Tholgeth swiftly (and literally) cut her off, decapitating her with a quick slash of his crimson lightsaber before staring at the male.
”I don’t think so, no.”
He deactivated his lightsaber before extending one arm, making a grasping motion with his hand and applying the ever-useful Force-choke to the man. However, Tholgeth did not stop there; he was just getting started.
Tholgeth raised his other arm and made the same grasping motion again and, with some difficulty, pulls apart. The Evocii quite literally was torn apart: blood, bones and gore raining down.
“That was disgusting, Tholgeth.” Bi’ev curled his lip slightly, though his voice held a hint of mild amusement, “I suppose subtlety and finesse aren’t two of your stronger points, are they?”
The smaller Pureblood deactivated his lightsaber and made his way over to his now gore covered apprentice, “That can’t be good for the electronics.”
“Luckily, most are internal, Master.” Tholgeth, now blood-covered, turned to face his Master, “And to answer your question, no, they aren’t. Thought you knew. Anyway…” he trailed off.
”How’s your hunt going?”
“It was a rhetorical question.” Bi’ev laughed.
“As for how mine is going, I’ve been making certain the little rats’ snipers couldn’t get a shot in; had them so terrified of the ‘invisible’ creature that was killing them that they eventually just scattered.”
He shrugged, “I let them run; next time anyone comes out here to hunt them they’ll have a sufficiently higher level of terror. That,” Bi’ev grinned, “and their lives from this point will never feel ‘safe’, I’d imagine.”
“Huh. I can see the appeal of letting them live in terror,” Tholgeth remarked, rubbing his helmet thoughtfully. “After my little display, I’d be surprised if they ever slept again!” He barked out a short, cruel laugh.
“Assuming they stuck around long enough to see it. If nothing else, they’ll find the remains, I suppose.” Bi’ev stretched a bit, “I think we’re done here. The ones that aren’t dead have gone. Might as well grab a trophy or two and head back to civilization.”
“Mm. Anything in mind? There doesn’t appear to be much; unless you want the head.” He points to the head of the female Evocii, still locked in a state of permanent terror.
“Eh, I don’t generally display heads—might have interesting skulls though.” Bi’ev lazily scanned the area, “Could be amusing to take a couple of their,” he chuckled, “weapons back.”
“Maybe.” Tholgeth shrugged before pulling a blaster to him with the Force. Even to someone who’s not skilled with firearms, it’s obvious the construction is shoddy at best, “You have to wonder how they’ve survived this long.”
“Do you know how much permits to hunt these things cost?” Bi’ev shrugged and pulled his hood forward, “The answer to your question on their survival is in the answer.”
“Mm. That being said, want to go to a cantina and silently mock people?”
“Might as well,” Bi’ev nodded absently, “Not even the wastes of galactic society that spend time in the cantina here would be dumb enough to bother us.”
“Unless they’re as stupid as Jude. To be frank, Master, I think Greaves is starting to lose patience with him.”
“From what I hear,” a slow smile spread across Bi’ev’s face, “Greaves’ apprentice, the fruity one, is in a ‘relationship’ with Jude now. If Greaves had any brains, he’d use that against both of them.”
“Oh, him. I’m not surprised. At all. It was only a matter of time. At least with the Mando, it was a one-time thing.” He smirks beneath his helmet.”
“Tholgeth,” the grimace in Bi’ev’s voice was obvious, “I don’t want to know about your personal life, and I certainly don’t want to be stuck with the image of you and Tyses.”
This brought a small chuckle from Tholgeth, “Fine, fine. Looking at it now, it really doesn’t seem so bad in retrospect; not quite sure why I acted the way I did.”
Bi’ev kicked one of the fallen Evocii out of his way, “Neither am I, but so long as it doesn’t happen again, I’m willing to overlook it.”
“It will not.” Tholgeth nodded curtly.