Another Day, Another City

[James Justice]

James bristled at the mention of his adoptive sister. He glared at the Zeltron. He knew any threats he made at the man right now--or generally--would go unphased but the temptation was there more than ever to rage into him, with words. With his fist, with this rifle in his hands. And he didn't care to hide that with his grim expression.

"Point. Made," he growled. "Now ye leave me sister out of this."

As if on cue, the doors of the elevator opened with a ping and the war was back on. This time, the enemy was already prepared for them. James surged forward into their hail of blaster fire, his hand extending and giving them a Force Shield long enough to get to cover. He ducked behind a corner, they had come to some sort of hall and foyer of sorts that served as both a security measure and a chance for the guests of the Counsel Members to go where they wanted to.

"Data indicated they were all here, under the main conference room," James shouted over the blaster fire. He sprayed a few rounds at the enemy. How many where there? Two? Twenty two? Two hundred? He couldn't tell but the fire was intense.

"Getting there is the easy part, I can take care of the rest," he said before spraying a few more shots. His rifle went silent, "Damn it. Empty."

[member="Thraxis"]

 

[Thraxis]

Thraxis brow raised as he continued to look forward, he could feel the anger seeping from his every pore. He had to make sure James knew. Because every day that he postponed the inevitable, the more ideas rushed through his mind. In the end, he would take his prize. And in the end, Kay would curse both their names on the table.

As blood pulsed from his heart he heard the tranquil rhythm of gunfire rumbling towards them, his body bouncing down on instinct behind the force shield as he rolled, his hand motioning to his empty belt as he realized that he hadn't grabbed a gun. "Oh fu-" his voice paused as he heard a gun go silent, his face directing itself to James as he realized that one had an empty clip, and the other no gun.

"James, I think now is a good time to mention that I don't have a gun on me." he yelled over the gunfire, his hands rolling inside themselves into a hard fist as he readied himself, he dropped his body to the ground, quickly taking his helmet of to word the critical response, "Play dead. We can jump them when they get close." he said, anger fuming through his body as he caught a whiff of James, and in a heartbeat, quickly placed it back onto his head.
[member="James Justice"]

 

[James Justice]

On a good day, James would say he didn't trust Thraxis--at best. But in this case he didn't have much of a choice. The spacer sprawled his body across the floor, face down. It didn't take long for the enemy to realize that they weren't returning fire. James listened as a pair of the soldiers came closer, their armor clunking in heavy clinks.

James waited as he heard them getting closer, waiting, holding his breath. He reached out with the Force, letting it give him sight beyond what his eyes gave him. He watched as one raised its blaster rifle at the spacer. He could feel the man's heart beat. He could feel the man's lungs breathing, in and out, as he prepared to deliver the final blow. He could feel the man's finger begin to tighten on the trigger.

Suddenly James' foot hooked around the man's ankle, knocking him flat on his back. The spacer hurled his body on the man, his hands gripped the rifle, struggling to wrestle it from the owner. The man rammed his knee into James' gut but the spacer was determined. He twisted his arms, using the soldier's bulky armor against him. James took a few steps back, spraying a trio of rounds into the man's chest before spraying more fire back at the other surprised soldiers.

"Take it you, frelling bitches!" James roared in rage.

[member="Thraxis"]

 

[Thraxis]

Thraxis body became loose and relaxed as his head laid against the ground, his ear placed against it as he watched as the pair approached, beneath the mask he let loose a smile, then a groan. The men raised his gun, his hand stiffening around the trigger before being pounced on like a prey to a trap

In an instant he heard a round of bullets came roaring forward, Twisting his body the man became a shield to friendly fire, Thraxis gripping against the trigger, he wasn't willing to just expend precious ammo as he listened to the screams. Even he would not be so mean as to kill his Gammoreans. Though as to whether this is a desirable trait or not, he would need to figure out.

After a few seconds he pulled the body to the ground, the entire carcass heavied with empty shells as Thraxis looked over him, his fingers coiling around the neck with an easy snap. Looking over the skull he slicked back his smile, putting the gun down he readied his lungs, a deep breath taken as he tossed the head over and above, "Grenade out!" he yelled, before picking up the rifle, it was to give them a brief chance to shoot without having the fire returned to them, something he took advantage of.
[member="James Justice"]

 

[James Justice]

James pressed forward, spraying a hell of fire down on the enemy. The last of the guards for now went out in a spray of His and Thraxis' blaster fire.

"Come on," James said with a jerk of his head, "Before more arrive, we gotta get to the chamber."

He strode down another set of halls before coming to a massive, round room. It was blue, lit with dim blue lighting which made things look even more blue. There were four empty chairs around a semi-circle table that was clearly made for broadcasting mandates. But that was not what caught the Spacer's eye. It was the four clear body-sized vats filled with green glowing liquid. Suspended in them were four different bodies, four bodies of the counsel members. Judging by the coating of dust on it all, it looked like this room hadn't been accessed in a long time.

The spacer stepped in and glared around the room, demanding challenge.

That was when the closest body, the body of a middle-aged man moved, its eyes opened and stared at the Zeltron and half-zeltron.

[member="Thraxis"]

 

[Thraxis]

Slowly he slipped through the fire, his body twisting and jerking with heavy motions letting loose controlled sprays to keep him from losing control of the gun, one body fell, then it turned to two then three and so on until the place was littered with the dead. "Whatever you say." he said as he strolled through looking to the dead with a grin lacing his face. "Well. Today has been a better day then I thought it was going to be." he whispered to himself.

With a bounce to his step he was drawn to the blueness of a blue room. The blue contrasted with the blue which radiated a certain blues atmosphere that almost made Thraxis feel blue, but also put him in the mood to listen to some Blues.

He looked around, his brow furrowed as he looked to the clear containers. He took a step closer, the butt of the gun poking the single sign of movement with a shrug of the shoulders, "Hey there. You okay? You want some water? New Guards? Maybe even a chance to explain yourself even?" he said with coy atmosphere around his every word. It was like he was dealing with a child, a small green over-developed adult man baby.
[member="James Justice"]

 

[James Justice]

"Glad I could appease your apatite," James muttered.

The spacer looked at the bodies in each of the glass chambers. It was almost enough to make him nauseous. He turned away and saw a man standing on the other side of the room. He was small, almost a midget in size, and very, very old. What little hair he had left was an ashen white, his skin was covered with spots and wrinkles, sagging like ragged carpet. The only way his withered body remained upright was by the wooden cane he was leaning on with what little might he had left. His mouth opened mechanically, letting out a worn chuckle, 'It took you long enough to get here.'

James glowered at the freak of nature, 'What the hell--'

"I keep them in there until I need them,' he said with a chuckle, 'then I take those puppets out and have them give broadcasts. That's all they are. My puppets on a string. There is no life in those husks, there hasn't been for many years. The magick of darkside alchemy, my foolish friends." He stretched out his hand, 'And now you will feel the same."

[member="Thraxis"]

 

[Thraxis]

Thraxis gazed with pleasure at the mans words. Such an honest spoken man was rare to come by, "Well. I can't deny that is a solid marketing plan." he responded, still poking at the creature before him, "Are you sure he doesn't need a drink though. He does look thirsty." he said, before dropping the gun and placing his hand at the back of the mans cranium, forcing his hand forward with a few quick bursts of speed till blood seeped and not even a moan left its shriveled lips. "Now in fairness. Blood is like, seventy percent water." he said before looking to the man a smile cracking over his face as he chuckled slightly.

"Oh wait sorry I missed that last part what did you say? Something about how you are about to die like a queen right?" he said as quickly dropped down, his body becoming almost rag dolled as he pulled the gun from the ground, quickly taking aim for the skull with a burst of almost robotic movements of the finger as a stream of air left the gun. "Oh come on!" he yelled as he tossed it to the sides, his fists raising to his head as a bounce started to pop in his legs, back and fourth he moved with his eyes leering at the Sith, narroing his brow as he waited to see what course James would take.
[member="James Justice"]

 

[James Justice]

James watched as Thraxis brutally ended the "puppet's" life. The old man gave an angry snarl, and the spacer took this as his moment. Raising his rifle, the spacer began raining down a hail of shots on the old man's head. Faster than anyone would have suspected a withered man of his age to move, the old man raised his hand and disipated all the energy into nothing more than a purple ball. The spacer was less than a few feet from the man when his rifle emptied.

James leapt at the freak, rifle raised high as a club. The old man easily flicked him away with the Force, waving his hand. James clattered to the ground, but didn't stay down. He leapt to his feet, hurling his rifle as a clumpsy spear at the freak of nature, which too was easily deflected into the wall. The spacer could feel his anger rising, boiling into a fierce rage.

"Come on, freak!" James shouted, "Fight like a goddamn man, not like a queen!"

[member="Thraxis"]

 

[Thraxis]

"Hmmmm..." he mumbled as he walked over to the next carcass, his fingers coiling around its throat as he slowly increased the pressure of his grip. Slowly whatever sparks of life were still inside began to phase out as he gripped tighter and tighter, the head almost inflating from the pressure before he felt the pop of the eyes come rushing out, smacking him straight in the face.

"Come on James, you got this!" he yelled, walking over to the next man as his feet implanted themselves into the ground, "Keep on distracting. I will deal with the puppets." he continued his hands gripping around the shoulders of the new puppet, his eyes watching thorough his mask at the old man, given the angry snarl earlier he was ready for the man to leap into the defense of his valued toys. Which, when the minute came, would be meet with the carcass of his ally slamming into his body.
[member="James Justice"]

 

[James Justice]

The withered old man extended his hand, and lightening surged from his fingers into James' body. The spacer felt his body jolt with agony. Pain tore through his every cell as the lightening cause smoke to rise from his body, his clothes popped, shreading from the energy cackling around him.

And the Spacer Loved it.

With a hearty roar, James summoned the pain, balling it up inside himself. He drew off the well of pain in his soul, the loss of his wife, the sense of failures, his missing children, the people he failed, the loved ones he failed--all of it. The loss of his father. Being abandoned by his mother. The time Rose Blade stabbed him in the back. The times he was tortured. All of it, he gathered up in him, mingling it with the physical pain like a ball of flaming war.

A new, purple darkside energy ripped from his body like a misting energy. James' eyes glowed a fierce purple as the energy threatened to consume him, his soul. This was what he needed to send him over the edge. He stood on the very precipice of it. The power was amazing, it was stronger than anything else he had ever known. The spacer locked his foe with a steely gaze. The man's eyes went from proud and winning to terrified with the realization--that he was about to die.

James spread his arms wide, slamming them together in a thunderous clap. The old man's body shattered on the impact, turning into an unrecognizable husk.

[member="Thraxis"]

 

[Thraxis]

Thraxis braced himself, his eyes wide and his face frowning as he watched what just unfolded, "Hey... that's pretty good." he had no idea what he was witnessing, he just knew that James had more up his sleeve then he realized, and that meant it was time Thraxis started to rethink his plan of defense on the inevitable chance James turned on him.

Thraxis watched the old man turn from a lively old fart who moved with the grace of a heard of gazelle, to a dead old man who had once moved with the grace of a heard of gazelle. "Hmmm.... That is a bit too good..." he muttered his eyes locking through the mask onto James as he continued to hold his gaze at the old man, if he had this much power at his disposal, then he was quickly rising to number one status on people to definitely piss off.
[member="James Justice"]