Black Market Boogaloo (Nal Hutta)

[Matreya]

Leaping over a dozen yards into the air, Damien scanned the surrounding hillsides to get a better sense of his position - he had been aware of the direction he needed to proceed, but that was before such a massive battle ensued all around himself. As he held himself aloft, more like slowing his own descent, for a moment he could see for miles in all directions. The air seemed to love his hair, caressing it with a whip like speed, while he stared.

There off in the distance was a far more odd shaped hill then the rest, jutting in random directions with large squared portions being entirely evident. The ship had crashed alright, and now lay like a timeless symbol of moss and its capabilities. Thus with that, Damien flung a massive Force Push behind himself, still glad to have stumbled upon true telekinesis but for once in a long moment using air currents instead. Carried roughly another dozen yards in the correct direction this time, while as well speeding up his descent, Damien landed in a full out run.

Stumbling for all of a single step, Damien righted himself, called into his comlink, "Everyone into the Arcangel, get air born! Fen you come with me! We're going for the wreckage!" then continued like a tracking torpedo. At first his trek carried a loud booming with each of his step, signs of the large pack following himself, then that soon fell away, as the Force pushed his every step to be larger and swifter. Combining that with the fact they soon were chasing a tiny prey uphill, while more large beasts were to their own sides.

Soon enough Damien took to the air once again, rocketing skyward off a small rocky drop - a small canyon he would see as he flew - that he had not foreseen. Landing with a kick up of dirt, he spun, attempting to keep his footing, and stared at a small dot that was racing up the same path he had come. Before long the dot grew in size, turning into the form of the woman he loved, who quickly realized she now had a large group ahead of her as well as her own group that had given chase the moment she took off running.

Reaching out mentally, Damien gripped her mind in an embrace. Thinking at the speed of thought, their minds completely melded like only Force Bonds could bring, Damien and Fenrir quickly decided upon a course of action than separated their intelligences. When she jumped into the air, she sailed roughly a bakers-dozen-feet above the group that had chased Damien, then the aforementioned man quickly reached out to wrap a telekinetic grip - this one true telekinesis not air currents - around her torso and yanked with all of his power.

It was enough, allowing the young woman to sail clean past Damien, whom paused to catch his breath yet again. Opening his senses to the Force, he vacuumed at it as he tried to draw in enough to fill his reserves once more. Staggering as he walked, Damien got close to his ally, kissed her cheek, then smiled, a meager twitch of the lips in an upward manner, before continuing past her.

It's going to be a tiring day, Damien thought to himself as he moved closer to the massive monument that would be the ship he needed to invade. In the rear of his senses, he felt a thrum of Dark Side energies as he neared.

 

[RC 212]

[member="Reine Bisset"]

Lisa felt the massive wave of pressure and decided to untense her body. Still aided by the force she let her body become limp, and crumbled back onto the ground with the push, dust and sand exploding into the air.

A brownout occurred, so large and thick it obscured the entire street. Lisa could no longer see farther than her hand, but she could feel her opponent. She could also feel something else, a stirring in her mind. The darkside was changing in her now, as if it accepted her,and released her, slowly she began to get the idea that she was gaining control.

Something was changing, the beast inside her now responded to her commands more and more. It drove her less and she drove it.

Blood streamed from a cut on her brow, dripping into her eyes, dust caking over her iris and making tears well up.

Lisa had no more time to fight this woman, she had to leave now. She could feel others approaching in the force, dark siders.

Sucking the evil energies back into her body she let them revitalize her limbs, crawling and burning like a hot river of molten lava. Her breath became lighter, her frame more nimble. She rolled over, pushing her self off the ground and called her weapons back to her with the force. They snapped into their respective places on her frame, and for the first time ever Lisa turned.....

And ran.

 

[Grace Darkson]

It took Grace a few moments to move from her bench. After all, even after making her move, she had a game to play. Figured she'd stick around, see what she could wait out her enemies. [member="Lisa Ticon"] was running. Poor thing may not make it far if [member="Reine Bisset"] gave chase. Ah, well. Finishing up her game, the young lady entered a nearby cantina. Ordering what seemed to be a drink, she moved to an empty corner booth and watched the room, scanning the thoughts of the locals as subtly as she could. Most were worrying about the fight outside, and were wondering if the authorities were coming. One, however, was a little more frantic. Scared he was going to be the next victim because of something he had. Hmm. Maybe something she was interested in. She'd check it out in a moment.

 

[Matreya]

Daemos stared at the wall that seemed natural, foliage sprouting easily from within the broken hull. The mountain towered for a seemingly mile high distance above their head. Reaching out a slightly shaking hand, whether nervous or exhaustion he wasnt sure, he touched the lichen and moss, sure ever more that it was indeed a fallen ship.

"How do we get inside?" Fen asked, voicing the thoughts he had himself.

Daemos thought hard before answering, "Got the talisman...?"

Fenrir stared, eyes widening immensely, "Yes...but do we need to use it?"

"No." Daemos chuckled and reached for his belt, where Kallig's saber rested, with a gentle tug the hilt freed itself. Igniting the blade with a flourished twirl, the Sith then struck it into the side of the Durasteel hull. It took a long moment but eventually the blade sunk clean through, from there it was all about making a door large enough for the two enter. As the metal melts, large pools of the molten alloy pooled along the ground. The heat beat against Damien's face, until he turned his head a bit as he worked.

Little less then 2 minutes later, D stepped back, took a deep breath and hurled a powerful punch against the metal. Immediately the effect was obvious, knocking the weight of the slab forward slightly caused it to bend the base as if it was a hinge, opening it with a dusty uprush of acrid air.

Pretending the blow hadnt hurt, Damien climbed onto the step, and peeked his better than average night vision within, glancing back then forth along the massive hall it opened into to. The craft had obviously some how landed sliding down a real mountain as the ship was almost horizontal, just on a slant. Moving towards the rear of the ship would be like climbing a heavy inclined hill.

"All clear." He muttered over his shoulder and stepped down onto mold slick flooring.

"Right." Fenrir stated, climbing in silently behind him.

Figuring it would be better, Damien deactivated the glowing blade of his saber once more. When it came to 'dead' zones, it always seemed that there was some kind of enemy hidden in the shadows, thus he didnt want to bring any early attention to the duo. Pointing to their right, Damien nodded, and they both began the rising into the back side of the ship. It would be a minute before they reached anything, this he was sure of, possibly thanks to the Force, but as well possibly simple intuition.

Closing his eyes, Damien placed a hand on his allies shoulder so she could guide his walk, then sent out his Force Shadow. Immediately launching a dozen yards up the hall, he looked throughout the rooms as he passed. It seemed the whole ship was legitimately barren of life...

Until he stumbled into a open door far along the top, way higher than Daemos or his ally could have jumped into...something had to open it to get in...

Turning his non-corporeal form, Damien felt his physical jaw drop alongside his spiritual, for there was a massive Andolith searching through rooms as well! Its massive tail swished back and forth, the razor sharp tail blade glinting in the exposed light.

Returning swiftly to his body, Damien shot a thought telepathically to Fenrir, Andolith ahead. Seems massive, like unnaturally large, and its looking for something as well. Be ready. We have to take the thing out.

Now it was time for a dual jaw-drop, for a reply came from neither of the two but from seemingly nowhere, Good luck! Behind it was a powerful emotion: aggression.

 

[Matreya]

(finally noticed that italic comments arent showing up in my posts...)

Damien paused, "Fen, I will need you to distract it. I can likely pass whatever mental shields it has in place, but only if it isnt swinging that tail at me! Be careful though, that thing can move nearly the speed of sound!" Then he was fading into the darkness, a broadcasted illusion that he had performed a few times before. Any being with a receptive mind would soon 'see' the room filling with a murky darkness unlike any in true creation. So black was the shadow, that Damien could be standing directly before someone and not be seen.

Drawing his saber arm upward, Damien moved further down the hall, his mind telling him that Fenrir was slowly moving along in the darkness as she neared the brute. It to had obviously been caught off gaurd by the sudden drop in light, for the sound of hooves began to move nearer, which they had not actually heard before that time.

Suddenly a bare glint of a lightsaber ahead could be seen, orangish scarlet - Fenrir's color - shining like a dull reflection beneath a swamp. Sizzling sounds soon followed, while the blades light could be seen moving left and right at spectacular speeds. Battle had been initiated.

Launching out his mental control, Damien grappled with the utterly distracted mind for all of a moment before gaining absolute control. He had slipped up, and now would pay for it.

I have him Fen. the massive centaur's voice emanated from its head, letting Fenrir know she could cool down, Check out the room he was just in, we might be in luck, as it could have found something before we interrupted it.

So she did...

While she was doing that, Damien began to chant through the Andolith, honing the Force into its being, he would need a new body gaurd soon, what for he was not sure but the Force told of it. So it was that much the better for him to gain complete loyalty of the beast before letting it go. Shifting through memories, Damien ascertained it was indeed a warrior of great repute, and thusly a worthy candidate.

As he was drawing free of the thing, Damien sensed Fenrir carrying a small package that emanated the Dark Side. Her eyes wavered as she looked up. Instantly latching out, he saw through her eyes, the book, as it was indeed a book, was named The Creation of Monster's...

"That's Palpatine's book about properly harnessing the works of Alchemy..."Damien murmured, awe covering each syllable as it escaped his mouth. This was something unexpected...

"Damien...you cant have this...it will change you again..."

Seething darkside energies for all of a moment, Damien nodded to the Andolith, Drake as he had found from his trek through its mind, which instantly beheaded the young woman.

"I wont let you stand in my way anymore Fenrir..." Damien muttered, the sadness he felt overwhelmed as the book flew to his grasp. It was obviously not a whole copy, but the information it could hold would be amazing for the Elder..