Beasts in the night!

Your deep contemplation is disturbed by a steady rumble of the ****. It becomes more and more potent and with it Malora’s hands having finished their task now explore your muscular back. The bata-gel feels soothing and numbs the pain and you smile feeling the excitement in the ****. “You're getting excited, I can feel you.” Her hands stop.

“That's not me, I feel it too!”

You feel it now as it approaches it becomes more clear. It is an anger, a deep feral anger. “Something approaches.” You jump to your feet and look out across the dim blue lit desert. In the pale blue light of the moons, you see the hunched figures of wild Tuk’ata. The black shadows dart across the sands and disappear behind a cluster of rocks. You feel the radiating dark energy. It is originating from the pack. Could they have been drawn to you by your release of anger?

Malora snatches her sabre with the **** and stands beside you. Pulling your own war-blade, you look to Malora. Your expression is apparently telling. “The Dark energy is coming from them.” Malora looks frustrated. “I am no fool, it appears as if my master is correct.”

“And you're telling me you never knew all this time?”

“I have never ventured so close to the tomb of Marka Ragnos!”

“The Sith Lord must give them strength!” As you make your prediction you feel the feral anger close. “They are here.” With a violent hummmm Malora’s lightsaber ignites, you cannot help but feel your war-blade is a pale imitation. For a split second the cave still in the red glow of the sabre. Then the hum of the sabre is cut with the screaming of a beast and the cave explodes into ****. A hulking beast with huge savage tusks and teeth springs from the darkness. Instinctively you both reach out to strike it with the ****. You intend to catch the 23 stone monster mid-flight and Malora blasts lighting from her slender fingers.

To your horror, the Tuk’ata leaps forwards unaffected by your power. You feel with growing dread its Ferrel dark power smashes through your waves of power like a pulse-hammer. The lighting ripples around its body and sparks violently but harmlessly as its dark power shields it from the burning coils. Malora shocked, is slow to react. Grasping the strong hilt of you war-bade and igniting its lethal edges you drive low and forwards. The beast impales itself with a meaty thump and its blood boils on your blade. There is no time to relish in the kill as the rest of the pack closes in. You withdraw the blade and use your powerful body to cast the dead creature to the floor.

With quick lethal strikes you fend the beasts off, slash after slash. They begin to surround you and drive you back further into the cave. You can feel Malora’s frustration. Sith pushed into a cave by wild beasts! You pray she controls herself but you feel her anger galvanising to a rage. As you decapitate a beast with an expert move she emboldened casts her lightsaber forwards with the ****. It bifurcates a beast searing its entire body. But now she is left open, without her sabre the Tuk’ata strike. She is torn to the ground and without the **** to protect herself she is left with only her bare hands to fend off the lethal claws, teeth and tusks. You smash forwards bowling a beast over and slicing the neck of another. Its blood gushes over your boots. You hear Malora scream and as you dig your blade into the mouth of another beast your bareback is wrenched open with a huge claw. You roar in pain and feel blood instantly sheet your back. You turn and backhand the animal with planet shaking ****.

Rage consumes you and you reach out with the ****. The lightsaber you feel it. You draw it to you, as it moves you ignite it. The scorching blade flies through the bellies of two creatures and lands perfectly in your hand. Then roaring in pain and fury you lay about you with the blades. It feels light, very light, you thought sabres were supposed to have a weight. But that is irrelevant as limbs and heads roll about you. Faced with your unstoppable fury the last of the Tuk’ata flee. You feel now fear a pure animalistic terror and they flee into the blue night. As you watch the beasts retreat you see where the others are dark red there is one beast larger than the rest its dark fur is striped with white. That must be your mutant beast!

You stand in the carnage. The red glow of the sabre illuminates the many bodies that are strewn about you. Malora lives, bleeding badly cut open by the slash of a particularly savage tusk. She looks up to you, in the red glow and carnage you must look glorious. You feel her fear once again, her lightsaber feels good in your hand.