Death is only a Gateway.... (PM to Join)

[Saran Drast]

The creature seemed to lurch forward for a moment before [member="Enigma"]'s lightning struck it. As the tendrils of power shot into the form, it screamed, a wave of Force energy blasting off it. It would roll past Circe and [member="Regor Laxvan"], and leave [member="Harrip"] untouched. It seemed almost harmless infill it reached Saran. The screams continued as Circe pumped more and more energy into the thing.

The Miraluka screamed in pain as she fell to her knees. Her mind felt like a spike was being driven through her skull. Her ears felt on the verge of exploding. The saber she had been holding in the Force dropped, and she couched her head in pain. Drawing herself inwards, she would seem to grow smaller to Circe in the Force. Her face twisted in a mask of pain, she was unable to do anything. It hurt to move, to think.

A blaster shot rang through the area as she struggled to hold on to conscious. Jacobs was shooting the creature as the lightning lit the area. Although the thing wasn't going down yet, it certainly wasn't in good shape.

 

[Regor Laxvan]

Regore open fire on the chreaser whit his slugthrower hoping to bring it down before [member="Saran Drast"] would suffer permanent injuries.
[member="Enigma"]
@Harrip

 

[Onrai]

[member="Saran Drast"] [member="Regor Laxvan"] [member="Harrip"]

"Just die, you schutta!" The lightning coming from the Sith Lady's fingers significantly intensified, allowing it to hopefully do far more damage to the monstrosity. "Harrip... Can't believe I'm asking you to do this, and I hope you're wearing gloves... Get Saran out of here. Regor, keep firing at that thing - sooner we can kill it, the better - and I want that ship..."

 

[Regor Laxvan]

"can do" regore kept a steady stream of bullets flying at the shithspan.
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[member="Harrip"]
[member="Saran Drast"]

 

[Harrip]

Harrip obeyed his master's order. While he had been contemplating attacking the strange thing, he was more concerned with the Miraluka. He turned and ran to [member="Saran Drast"] . He gently slipped his hands underneath the body, making sure not to scratch accidentally. He became incredibly concerned about the pain he saw in the woman's face. He wished he could do more to help, but he was no medic and could do little to alleviate the pain. "Hold on. Don't give up. You'll be alright. There is hope yet."

[member="Regor Laxvan"]
[member="Enigma"]
[member="Saran Drast"]

 

[Saran Drast]

Pain enveloped Saran's every thought as the creature continued to scream. She could faintly hear the crackle of lightning, the din of [member="Regor Laxvan"], and [member="Harrip"]' s kind words. They all were there, but she couldn't focus. Couldn't think. It hurt. "Circe... Please...." She managed as the creature finally fell under the assault. As it slammed into the ground, she could feel the pain ebb away, and a quiet voice in the edge of her mind.
"Saran?"
It didn't make sense. She wasn't here, couldn't be here. She was on Ossus, for Ashla's sake. How could she be here?
And yet, Anarya's voice was there at the edge of her mind. Calling her. As she was finally able to see, her little sister seemed to appear in the corner. She slipped past the ships, opened the door, and slipped inside.

It would be possible that the others did not see it, but of they did, they wouldn't know who it was. Just a little girl that both Saran and Jacobs reacted to seeing.
[member="Enigma"]

 

[Regor Laxvan]

Regore lookd at [member="Saran Drast"] confused why she went inside the station, he folowed at a dictence, looking around condstantly, this place gave him a uneasy feeling.
@Harrip
[member="Enigma"]