Fri Jan 20, 2012 10:18 pm by Nem Yin
*Gorgon didn't need to see his amphistaff penetrate the Chiss behind the hatch sphincter to know it had hit meat. An almost electric sensation tingled down the length of the rigid serpent, alerting the Yuuzhan Vong warrior to a successful strike. As soon as he had thrust it through the organic portal, he began to pull it back, immediately realizing the folly in his decision. Radiation poured through the gap, cooking the exposed flesh of his hands. As the commandos energy blades further penetrated the living barrier, more radiation flooded in, causing the black chitin of his vonduun skerr kyrric to discolor and his flesh to smoke and peel from the bone. Even bred as he was to endure and enjoy pain, having his skin and bones cooked in radiation had well pushed his tolerance past its limits. To his credit, Gorgan didn't cry out.* *Never had a single Yuuzhan Vong warrior screamed, not even during the most excruciating of torments. This warrior was damn well set on not being the first to do so.* *His hands now a ruined mess, he staggered back, just as an object was thrown through the ever-growing hole in the hatch sphincter.*
*Without his hands he couldn't wield an amphistaff, effectively making him useless for the purposes of combat. But his mind was already set on sacrafice, and he had a notion as to just what the object cast through the portal was. If the tables were turned, he knew what he would have done to clear a room.*
*The warrior allowed his worsening state to carry his body to the floor, where he dropped on top of the charge, using his crab armour chest plate to cover the device. As the vape-charge exploded, Gorgan's armour took the brunt of the blast before being disintegrated. His cooked flesh quickly turned to ash, while the explosive blast carried outwards. The remaining four warriors, beyond the disintegration range of the explosive device, found themselves rocked by the shockwave that followed immediately after. Smoke, debris, and radiation flooded into the room and blinded them in a haze. Despite being disoriented, each warrior threw the blast bug they were carrying where they believed the remains of the hatch sphincter to be. It was a clumsy cast, with only two of the bugs flying through the vaporized hatch while the other two clipped the door and exploded.*
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*As for the intrepid seventy-five, their descent into the unknown had plunged them into a subterranean tunnel carved through the ground by the hive that had formerly taken residence there prior to the Yuuzhan Vong's brief occupation. It was dark, silent, and wide enough to fit a Kolosolok. Though not much larger. A path split in either direction, without any hint as to which led to salvation. Cretin scowled, drawing a lambent from his satchel and casting light in all directions. He whispered a short prayer to the Yun'o for guidance, and when they didn't answer he picked a direction at random and ordered his warriors to follow him. As it so happened, that path headed straight in the direction of the skirmish forming between the Chiss and Killiks.*