Episode V: Akala Strikes Back

[Sanya Val Lerium]

Location: blood waste

as the group made there way over to higher ground the terrain made progress slow. "how much longer?" her voice still remained frail and weak. they had been moving for what seemed hours now, the taste of bile did not make it easy. as they entered a clearing a small pool of what looked like water was in the center.

Sanya moved calebs arm and started picking up her pace rushing infront of the other's. as she got to the pool of water she dipped her hands in, instantaneously it felt like she had been dragged in. her muscles became tence everything she had clinged to her body.

the feeling of been trapped sent her into a rage. she thrusted about only getting more angry like it was a primal instinct to cut her way out. as she left the other side, her body was dropped onto a small building. she walked over to the edge looking down apon her mother's killer. "I've been waiting for this" she leaped down landing on the man's back, crushing his neck into the ground with her shin. a few moments later she had came two, only to realise she had killed a poor innocent old man. "what have I done..."

[member="Caleb Brolen"] Ξ [member="Alexandra Lianne Feanor"]

[Left Netherworld / enter alderaan dom]​

 

[Djorn Bline]

Location: The Void
Who: [member=Calico Tal'verda]

"We are the Reverant. We are the Reverant. LET US OUT!" It was like broken jukebox that was repeating itself over and over again until...well, until when would it stop? When will those voices stop speaking to him and just let him be? He had to find that girl and see what was the meaning of this. The Clone had enough of people messing with his mind. Orders, the Hyrda Queen, and now this. Enough he had of it, but they continued to torment him as those damned voices cursed upon him clawed his mind from the inside and repeated itself. But how? How could he free them? Was there something that had to be done? He would do anything to rid of whatever was placed within him. Especially now he had a lust for blood.

A voice reached to him and it was one he knew personally. The man who he served under for with all of his loyalty and trust. And it would be sick for him to attack Calico. Hands still grasped his head tightly as if he was about to tear the skin off of his body. He had to restrain himself with all his will. He kicked away the slugthrower and unsheathed and threw the combat knife away from him.

"We're in hell," the clone said to Calico, "and you need to get away from me! I crave for blood!" With this he hoped to get Calico away from him. Canal could kill anyone, but not his own. Not his own blood or family. No, no more of brothers against brothers. Druckenwell was enough after the clan was in a short civil war with each other on that battle. Just, no more...

 

[Marcus Itera]

Location: The Blood Wastes
Objective: gtfo
Friends: Miranda, [member="Book"], [member="Kelghast"]
Foes: Everyone that isn't Dreadguard

Red lights flashed to and fro, thrumming with the weight of power over life and death itself. Blood ran down the hilt that emitted the single crimson blade, drying and cracking upon the pale, ghastly hand that gripped it so. Marcus was laying on the ground, from what he could discern, and his hand was stretched outwards towards the man. He hadn't even realized his form had moved. The man's yellow eyes beneath a black cowl of a hood only tightened at Marcus' visage. Light shone just faintly and through his own squinted gaze, he noted the curling of the madman's lips into something of a sneer.

Eyes averted downwards to land upon a pair of bodies. One had long brown hair, the other was much smaller, though she beheld the features of her apparent mother.

Tabatha...

The blood-red light rose as the man brought the blade upwards for a final swing down onto him.

"Wake up! We're sinking!"

The Dreadguard sniffed hard, opening his eyes and being sucked back into reality. He felt the weight of his armor upon his shoulders, the rifle slung across his chest, and the armored backpack that anchored him to the wall. Not really anchored, but more so the straps that had all but been torn from their wall encasing during the crash.

"The hell is going on?"

Miranda snorted, "Actually, looks like we just took a trip there. Don't look now, but I think we're sinking in blood. It's sizzling, so I wouldn't touch it." Her form shimmered across the drop pod's holographic emitter and her pale blue eyes peered out from the singular viewport. "Yeah, we better move fast unless you wanna be turned into some extra-galactic salsa."

Marcus frowned, freeing himself from the strap before heaving himself upright after a pair of tries. "Ow," he slapped a hand onto his helmet, "My head hurts." Miranda merely looked at him as he knocked armored fingers against an armored head with a shake of a head, definitely about to tell him that doing so wasn't going to make things any better. However, she didn't and that placid look of hers begged for Pappy's urgency, despite her faint jokes and sarcastic humor.

"I'm moving, I'm moving. Just scan the area, I think my motion sensors are a little off."

"Yeah, about that," she replied, "I think we've got a little company. They're kind of... just standing there." The AI took another look out of the viewport. "I think they're waiting for us."

Pappy snapped a clip into his CZ-836, VENOM rounds. "They friendly?"

"Doesn't look like it. Looks like they're made of this stuff we're sinking in or something. Wait," her eyes narrowed, "They're not coming near the liquid stuff."

"So they can be hurt and be afraid - good."

Silence enveloped them, though the odd cough or shuffling of feet outside of the shell of a pod could be heard. The acidic blood didn't seem to be melting straight through the durasteel, but the pair had been more than lucky to be able to stand this long in the pod before sinking to the bottom of this crimson abyss. Quickly, Pappy stowed essentials into his backpack before slinging it onto his back, shouldering his rifle, and ejecting the metallic door with a grunt. The slab of durasteel snapped off with a pressurized hiss and it came crashing down into the blood-water, sizzles emitting from everywhere.

Marcus clambered out of the container without so much as a pause or thought for what was to greet him. His polarized vision darkened against the bright red landscape and his motion sensors pinged just a fraction of a second before Miranda's voice resounded with a warning.

"Marcus!"

Cobalt eyes shifted to the red-rock land before them, a triad of darkly dressed figures moving for him. Their jaws were dropped as if something had enraged them, their eyes shone pink with lust, and their claws and bad attitudes accompanied the rest of their features like something out of a horror novel. It didn't take Pappy's mind more than a second to classify these poor souls as enemy combatants.

Rifle snapped into his shoulder in a fraction of a second as he squeezed the trigger seven times in quick succession. The first had been a complete miss and notched the air just above the first woman's shoulder, though the following two took her in the chest with a ground and she downed into the blood-water with a pained yelp. The other two males were dispatched just as quickly and in a similar manner, however, but the last man had managed to cross more ground that his companions. Before he died with a grunt, his mouth morphed into the rictus of a growl as he spoke.

"Death eternal."​

​

Marcus didn't even realize that he had been holding his breath the whole time - sweat beaded down his forehead as the armor's temperature systems kicked in.

"Are you okay?"

Pappy nodded, glancing down to note the spent rounds on his targeting acquisition system. "Yeah. Who, no - what, were those? They looked human... but they were different."

Miranda's pursed lips and slight shrug answered his question. "No clue, but look," she pointed at his IFF readout, "Dreadguard. One of 'em is actually nearby. Looks like his name is Kelghast or something, you ever met him?"

Marcus shook his head as he leapt off of the half-melted pod, landing with a crunch onto the red-rock. "Nope, but I'm about to."

 

[Besk]

Location: Serenity's Redoubt


Besk continued to wander around, starting in small circles and letting them grow eider still. His focus on remembering anything of importance. So fat there was nothing at all. A tree here, a rock there, only the pyre seemed matter in this place. Every moment seemed filled with the past. His focus never waned from his task, but his mind wandered to the past with each moment. Nyda...

she was there with him, in more ways than one. The pain seemed fresh, the moment the fatal blow came. Kath hound packs surrounded them. Retreat wasn't an option anymore. Nyda stepped forward, and he attacked, not knowing she was trying to sooth the elder hound....

the memory was gone, but the pain was fresh, his circles got wider and in his memory, he almost stumbled into a grey skinned zabrak.




[member="Marrik Aloxum"]

 

[Coci Heavenshield]

Location: Garden of Thorns
[member="Dak Canton"] | [member="Shane Williams"] | [member="Gareth Yalthik"] | [member="Mrrew"]

Coci was starting to get disorientated, everything began to blend and the creatures although menacing did not approach, instead would come and go within the mist. More voices, but they did not seem to be part of the illusion. Not sing song like the being.

"Here!", she yelled with a shaking voice answering those that are lost as well. Then appearing before her a vision. Standing with arms open and inviting is the visage of [member="Thurion Heavenshield"] and she smiled, with a strong sense of relief washing over her. She cannot sense him, but she cannot sense anything and their force bond dead in this world.

"Come to me", Thurion's vision spoke to her. Beckoning and with part of her she wanted to run to him. This strange place had entered her mind, and pulled from it his image. "Come to me", again he spoke, and she started to walk toward him.

 

[Nefertari Sovint]

Location: Sanctuary
Allies: [member="Seraphina Shel'tah"], [member="Rael sul B'an"], [member="Alyesa Organa"]
Unknown: [member="Kezeroth the Malevolent"]

"Whoa" Nef remarked as a massive being appeared in front of her and her jedi allies.
She picked up a nearby stick and approached
*poke poke*

"I think this thing is still alive"
Of course, Nefertari had just poked some behemoth with a stick.
It was better than with a dagger or lightsaber, but there was the risk of annoying this thing.

 

[Jsc]

The Valley of Lies
Akala's Realm p3 | The Shay Hut | p2 | p4

The old Mando had been correct. It was a straw hut, thatched from long yellow grass, and pillared together by ancient bones. A wind-chime hung from the roof of the place and a blue Lizardman sat fishing down by the river. Even with his small lantern and blindfolded eyes, he never seemed to catch anything to eat but visitors.

Inside, Karen stood while the Old Woman sat. Karen admiring the crafting skills of all the loose ends. The Old Woman sat poking her roaring fireplace with a stick.

"...So? You met old Cockran did you? Hehe. ...Brought you here he did."

"Yes ma'am. And I was hoping you'd help me just like you helped him?"

"Helped him? ...Oh. Nonsense dear. I was the one who killed him. Poor old sod."

Karen raised a brow,

"He looked in good health to me. Are you sure you managed to kill him properly?"

"Hehe. Oh yes dear. ...That fire of his will be his undoing. Didn't you notice?"

"I noticed that it wouldn't hold a flame. Just a bunch of ash really? I assume it's some sort of sick game you're playing with him?"

"Oh. Very good dear. Yes. Yes. He'll tend that fire until the day he collapses into it. Hehe. ...That's the secret."

The Old Woman poked the fire again. This time, it screamed. Karen was aghast as the old shrew giggled in her red tatters. What was this nonsense?

"People? You're feeding people to the fire?"

"Hehe. Oh yes. ...That's the secret. Bone Dust. It's what keeps the fire going."

"And Cockran. He'll be next?"

"Oh yes. Fall into the fire he will. When despair finally takes him. ...It's what happens to everyone seeking a way out. Sooner or later."

Karen was stunned. This was not what she had been expecting at all.

"A way out? You mean from the Valley?"

"Oh no deary. ...From this place. From her."

"I'm afraid I don't understand?"

"Oh well. Hehe. ...You will in time. Just give it long enough and you'll begin wishing to embrace the fire as well. Sooner or later. They all do."

Karen walked over to the wall. She didn't like this conversation much but it was her only lead so far. So she played with the arts and crafts amongst the hut's debris and kept the Old Woman talking.

"What if I desired another way out? Something other than Bone Dust and bonfires?"

"Oh! My my. Aren't you the smart one. ...Hehe."

"Something you'd like to share old woman?"

"Hehe. Oh no deary. ...If I did? He'd eat me."

"Who?"

Suddenly Karen turned to view the door. Dripping wet from the rain and with it's clawed feet covered in mud, there it stood. Clutching it's small lantern in it's talons and peering straight at her with it's blindfolded eyes.

He never seemed to catch anything to eat but visitors.

___

 

[Seraphina Shel'tah]

Location: Sanctuary
Allies: [member="Rael sul B'an"] | [member="Alyesa Organa"] | [member="Nefertari Sovint"] | [member="Kezeroth the Malevolent"]

Sera turned as she heard the loud thud of the Gen'dai hit the ground. Her eyes widened in shock as she watched his battered body twitch a few times on the ground. "Kezeroth!" She ran back towards him and lightly slapped him a few times, checking his wounds to investigate the severity. She tore a few strips of her pant legs and wrapped them around his open wounds as she continued trying to wake him.

Motioning towards the unconscious warrior she called towards Rael, "Help me move him somewhere more comfortable."

 

[Azrael]

Location: Behelian Canyon
Allies: [member="Vilaz Munin"]

From such a mighty height, the canyon itself seemed to vanish into a pure abyss of black night, where no light shown far enough to register more than a possible movement of shadow. The plains that reached further than the cut of the canyon proper vanished onto the horizon as if there was no literal end in sight. Azrael had seen sights on Ord Mantell in the various swathes of land that bordered the scrap yards where nothing existed. No life, no breath, no settlements or civilization existed save for the scrap of land in which they had made the factory and the tourist traps of the casinos. Even so, Ord Mantell was not infinite, it had formations and ravines that you could spot, and even chart. This was different, and far more strange as the landscape went on every direction with such a uniform texture that it was both endless and finite at the same time. Even his long range scanners had nothing on the distance, as there was not a single focal point to latch onto. Perhaps from the other direction the canyon itself might have made a blip on the horizon line, but he wasn't trekking that far just to test that theory.

As the desperation of the wailing souls continued to linger and ebb on the frequency scale, Azrael diverted his attention to focus on his brother, whose ping had come from the mouth of the canyon itself, but was still such a vague dot, that he wasn't able to make heads or tails of the actual location. The sound of his Rally Master made Azrael breath a sigh of relief, as he was not communicating to a corpse, but to a walking and talking Mandalorian whom he knew well. Vilaz may not have been the most graceful and tactful of the vode, but he was a determined and loyal veteran who was just as much of a fighter as he was a hunter, and nothing shook the man. His brother was a completely different story, and with his own feelings on that matter aside, he was glad that it was Vilaz whom he spotted, and not the other Munin. Standing along the ridge, Azrael cast his gaze along the canyon floor, flipping into his sensors for infrared to light up what couldn't be seen with naked vision. Nothing else brought out a heat signature in this place, no planet life, not even insects came to blaze on the HUD. All Azrael did see was the feint glow of some amorphous entity hundreds of feet below.

:: Su cuy'gar ner'vod. Whatever this is, I cannot say - but this isn't the Manda, and we're not alone. :: Azrael radioed over as he took to a knee, and kept his visual traces locked on the blob of blue and orange that lit up against a cool muted gray of the canyon itself. :: I'm atop the canyon wall, and you should see what I've found for yourself. :: He wasn't entirely sure how long it would take Vilaz to scale the wall, if he was outfitted with a jetpack, or if he'd have to climb like Azrael had done. Either way though, he trusted that Vilaz would find a way to join him at the peak and see for himself the millions of souls trapped in various valleys across the landscape. The problem was, even if they did reach them, he wasn't entirely sure they'd not succumb to the same throng and be trapped here. When the mob rule focused on a singular chant with no movement or action behind it, Azrael certainly didn't want to be part of the crowd.

The most unsettling part of the entire surreal experience was the complete lack of direction. There was nothing to obtain, no goal in sight to work towards. Aside from the millions of chanting sentients that littered the landscape before the Mand'alor, there was a distinct and gnawing absence of meaning. What kind of place was this where no civilization had ever existed. There were bones in scores, but none seemed to be latching onto worldly possessions, there were no cities in ruins, or evidence of any crafts or docking ports. If there had been one, it was far too concealed for even this vantage point. However, despite the circumstance, the Mandalorian did not lose hope, but merely attempted to find other avenues. The Mandalorians did not give up or give in, and wouldn't until there was still breath left in their bodies. Hopefully that wouldn't come to pass on this desolate rock.

 

[The End Narrator]

"Right, inside..." Alyesa nodded softly before looking to the behemoth to which Seraphina was talking about - that was something she wouldn't be able to assist with directly but she might be able to get a system working to drag him? Maybe. Alyesa quickly rushed over and secured some loose rope and the bloodied shield laying against the hut and then rushed across the half-sunken wooden bridge, tripping up briefly - landing in the murky water with a splash only to climb out cursing. With a groan and another curse, she pushed up onto the mildew ridden planks and ran towards [member="Seraphina Shel'tah"] with the different things she had acquired. "Maybe we can use this stuff to drag him?" It was a long shot but perhaps they could get him onto the curved shield and attach the rope around his body somehow and drag him to the hut?

[member="Nefertari Sovint"] | [member="Kezeroth the Malevolent"]

 

[Fabula Caromed]

Where: The Blood Waste
Who: [member="Fable Merrill"]
What: Walking hurts

The light was getting at least a little closer. She couldn't hear anything over the constant rain of burning red liquid, but she could at least see a color distortion in the storm in front of her. There was very definitely something there, and that meant that it wasn't more of this. Getting out of the storm would be the important thing. From there, she could get her bearings and start making some genuine, educated decisions about this whole mess.

Unfortunately, each and every step across a bone-and-stone path seemed to drain her strength that much more. She was flagging, and she knew it. She needed to lie down and rest, but doing that here might mean she wouldn't get back up again. Standing once had been one of the most impossible tasks of her unfairly-long life; standing twice might take that award and run rampant with it.

Focus, Fabula. You can get through this. You've managed to survive so far, and you'll keep surviving now...especially since now it's not just you. You have a reason to live. Fable had become her support in more ways than one. Physically, she kept the ravaged and exhausted woman from falling down, but she gave her a reason to move forward as well. All of that, and Fable would likely never allow herself to contemplate she had done anything right beyond "what she was made for." It was a crime unlike anything Fabula could conceive of, and far worse than anything she had endured. She could not allow it to continue any longer.

Words had more uses than just exposition and threats. Use them, Fabula. You remember how now. "...I love you, Fable."

 

[Gareth Yalthik]

Location: Garden of Thorns​

Gareth had finally came into the view of the Coci. He had finally found someone! Or what looked like someone. He wasn't sure whether this world or whatever he was in was playing tricks on him, or if the person standing before him was real. If he was right, then thank the Force! Or should I say luck? He normally wasn't a believer in luck, but he would believe anything right now if it got him out of here!

Something told him she was real though. A gut feeling perhaps? He would take the chance. I mean, what could possibly go wrong? He could be dragged further into the darkness of this world, or he could make a partner who possibly knew what was going on. So he approached her as he saw an apparition appear before her. It looked like a man familiar to her. He lured her forward. "Come to me", it said. It kept pulling her forward.

"Don't trust it! H-he's not real!" He called out, not entirely sure he could be heard. But whatever he could do to help he would. He had a feeling that whatever was standing before her was bad. Similarly to the visions he was experiencing. He knew he couldn't trust it. In times like this he would always go back to the sayings of his master, "Do not trust in your sight. It can deceive you. Trust in the Force." Sadly, the Force wasn't here. However, the Knight still had his gut feeling right? When you couldn't trust in the Force at least that was there; in addition, to the fact he didn't trust this place already.

It was giving him the creeps.


[member="Coci Sinopi"] l [member="Shane Williams"] l [member="Mrrew"] l [member="Dak Canton"]

 

[Jsc]

The Valley of Lies
Akala's Realm p4 (exit) | Leaving with a Lizard | p3 | end

Karen was thrown into the table and the wood came cobbling down with glee. The monster threw itself upon her chest and reared back with it's head. A thousand rows of teeth became it's mouth and it lounged forward for a meal. Too bad orange lightsaber's taste like piss and giddy.

"Yah!" Karen roared with a battle matron's delight and her foe slumped to the ground. Vanquished.

Ugh. Gross. She'd melted his head right off.

"...Hehe. Oh my. Now that's never happened before?"

Karen struggled to her feet and panted for breath. However, the Old Woman was on her feet too. Retrieving an old knife from her red cloak made from a long creature's tooth. She smiled at Karen as she twirled the dagger between her fingers. Nibble as a wick.

"Well come on now deary. Help me with this old brute."

"What?"

"His bones my dear. His bones. ...They'll keep the fire warm for decades to come, they will."

"You knew? You knew he was going to attack me."

"Hehe. Of course I did deary. ...Though bested him, you most certainly did. Even the poor old Mandalorion ran away from this one, he did. Hehe. Remarkable. I've never seen the like."

Karen slumped against the far wall and turned off her saber. Watching with disgust as the Old Woman gutted her guardian and threw his bones into the fire. It roared with new flame and with a villain's delight. She was beginning to hate that warm flame. This whole realm was a demon's delight.

"And what about the way out? ...Can you tell me now of such things? Or, are there more surprises on their way, witch?"

"Hehe. Oh no. ...Free me you did. Wonderfully so. ...I believe a trade is now in order. Information in return for your gallant fight. ...How's that sound deary? Fair is fair."

"Fine. Tell me. How do I get out of here."

"The Rifts my dear. The Rifts. ...She's quite fascinated with your worlds these days. Rifts to span the gap. Though. ...It's nothing like the magic that brought you here. Oh no. ...Nothing like that indeed."

"She? Who is she?"

"Ah. But now that's not for the telling. Fair is fair. ...And I've said enough already."

Karen stood up taller and leaned against the wall. This conversation was getting stale already.

"Fine. But I may be back with more questions later."

"Oh. I very much doubt that dear."

"What?"

"The Ferryman is waiting for you now. He's down by the River to take you someplace else. ...Someplace far, far away from poor old Shay the Hermit."

"Funny. I don't remember calling any boatman?"

"Ah but my dear. ...Down here? ...You'll never have to."

Karen seemed flabbergasted as the old woman approached her with one last gift. A dry bone from the corpse of the Lizard.

"And here. ...For luck."

"Ugh. Gross."

Karen took the bone and slipped out the door unnoticed. The old red woman didn't seem to follow. And down by the River of Lies there lay floating a small Ferry and it's ever-ethereal captain.

Confidence ensued. For it did appear that our dearest Karen had more adventuring still to do.

___

*ooc: exit main thread. story continued here.*

 

[Fable Merrill]

Where: The Blood Wastes -> Oasis
Who: [member="Fabula Cavataio"]

If she'd been less focused on her task, Fable might have stumbled a step. But she didn't, so that was something. It was close, but she didn't. Useful thing, remain useful and you'll be worth keeping around.

She turned her head the slightest bit and returned her mother's words with a wan, but warm smile - exhausted, frayed, and running on fumes. Her body was good to go for a good bit longer, but the strain of displacement, combat and travel had worn at the clone's mind. Her brush with her feral nature hadn't helped that in the slightest, either. They might have been trudgling through the muck like this for mere minutes, hours, or even days - in her fatigued state, Fable's mind had withdrawn into itself to remain better aware of potential threats and doggedly determined to see the task at hand through to the end. An emotional moment pulling her from her lazer-guided focus was the last thing Fable needed right now, but there it was.

"Love you, too, mom." She promised sincerely.

Her life before meeting Fabula and Lynn had been, in order, hellish and a lonely hell. She'd been one of an army of duplicates, each created by a plainly mad scientist to test the limits of what she could do. One by one, Fable had watched her vat-sisters fall to insanity or congenital defects, the bread and butter of a clone of a force-user. Failures had been taken to the room with the blue door to be disposed of cleanly, their rooms quickly filled by more bodies. How many girls had lived in the austere white cell of Series 5 Genome Sequence: Alpha #5 before she was there? Had anyone really noted her predecessor's departure, or GA-5's arrival? Did it matter? She was functionally the same person. Identical in every way. GA-5 had just been the one lucky enough to not succumb to catatonic insanity or collapse from tumors, heralding the end of Rave Merril's program. And once that program was finished, Fable had finally been given a name and more or less left to her own devices. A lonely girl in an empty lab, kept a cursory watch over by disinterested scientists and underpaid guards. Running into Fabula had been among the first strokes of luck in her life.

And compared to the first one, the following six years as her daughter were a blissful heaven.

The thought gave her strength. Love, for the compassionate people who'd taken care of her when she'd had nobody else. Anger at a Galaxy that hadn't seemed to want her to even exist, and had cruelly taken her sisters in such painful, ignominious ways; gone without even so much as names. And most of all, fear that her mother would die in such a place as this without the peace and comfort she deserved. Fable had only a passing knowledge of the Jedi code brought on by pop culture, but she couldn't understand how they eschewed emotions so regularly. Were it not for her love, her fear and anger, she simply wouldn't have been able to find the motivation to keep her legs moving and her mother upright.

At some point, her boots stopped slogging through muck, but Fable hadn't even noticed. They were moving across sand, the drying mudblood on their boots accruing grains of silica at an alarming rate. Filthy, exhausted, and entirely focused on keeping them moving, Fable didn't take note of the desert around them - or the growing smell of something sweet and starchy, not unlike funnel cake.

 

[Mrrew]

Location: Garden of Thorns
[member="Gareth Yalthik"] [member="Coci Sinopi"]

The creature had continued to sing... Not offering help, information, or a way out... just continued to sing. He hadn't heard anything like it. Was it part wherever they were? It wasn't like the voices... It was different... "Over here!" Mrrew's attention immidietly tore away from the creature and it's hypnotic singing, and over to Coci, who was leaving the clearing. "We must get away from this being." Mrrew blinked heavily for a moemmnt, before nodding. He wasn't sure what the thing was, but she was right; the farther away from it they could be the better. It didn't seem like the voices had been earlier, but... it was impossible to know, really. The Togorian took out his pistol as he quickly followed after the girl.

Then he heard the other voice. There was someone else out here? How many people had been abuducted? That must have been what happened... Somehow they were all captured, perhaps drugged... All taken to this place- wherever it was. Mrrew shook his head. That didn't matter yet. First they had to figure out how many people were here...

Mrrew broke out of the brambles behind Coci, just as she shouted "Here!" And then her focus seemed to turn to something else, another man. But... not a man. He looked normal, but... off, somehow. Whispy, like a mirage. Mrrew stared in confusion for a moment, before simutaniously seeing Coci step forward, and hearing the voice from earlier yell out 'He's not real!'. He didn't need much convincing. The Togorian quickly reached out, grabbing the girl's shoulder before she could step forwards any more. He had no idea what it was, but between the circumstances, the voices, the singing creature, he wasn't going to trust a glimmery man that appeared out of nowhere.

(Slightly confused, had a lot to read, so do tell me if I missed anything. )

 

[Jarven Zexxel]

Entering the Rift with [member="Drapeam Nyx"]

Jarven could see that she had acknowledged him AND she didn't do anything violent, like stabbing him in the face...which is a good thing...yes....Before she could do anything, the crowd caught up and she got mixed in with it. SITHSPIT! He looked up, felt the sudden surge of acceleration, and then he passed right into the Rift.

He was moving, faster and faster as the Rift forced his speed to rise. He quickly shut off the pack and he stopped speeding up. He was still going too fast. He went spread eagle like he had done many times before. He slowed down considerably until he was going as slow as possible. It was still too fast for Jarven's liking. Jarven flipped around to face backwards, looking for the woman. He suddenly hit solid ground, and if that wasn't enough, he watched as the woman fell on top of him.

"OOoof! My kidneys!..." wheezed a now breathless Jarven.

 

[Rawnie Tal'verda]

Location: City of whatever
Compantions: [member="Galaar Tal'Verda"] [member="Corrin Tal'verda"]

He was a strange ghost, and he seemed to be getting more solid by the minute. The thing about being a child, was that any child, no matter where they come from, no matter what they grew up doing, will have an imagination beyond the size of a Galaxy. It was not hard for the little Tal'verda girl to wrap her mind around dead people talking and moving about in a bizarre dimension.

"What do you say, Corry? Might be a good idea to have an adult while we travel through... Hell."

 

[Corrin Tal'verda]

Location: Ruined City


The specter wanted to go with them. An eviscerated ghost of one of their clansmen to guide them through the ethereal city.

Why not?

"I can't just say no..." Corrin mumbled uncertainly. The boy swallowed heavily, and squeezed his sister's hand. Anything was better than going it alone.

"What's your name?" He finally asked of the ghost, as if the specter even knew it. Corrin let go of his sister's hand, and shouldered his Verpine. Wherever they were going, they couldn't stay here.

That was when he heard it. A low growl that seemed to shake the very city itself. Just a block away between two shattered windows, four crimson eyes blinked at the trio. Then they were gone, but the growling continued.

"Uhm...."

[member="Rawnie Tal'verda"] [member="Galaar Tal'Verda"] [member="Miles Varden"]

 

[Shane Williams]

Location: Garden of Thorns
[member="Dak Canton"] | [member="Coci Sinopi"]| [member="Gareth Yalthik"] | [member="Mrrew"]

As he arrived he moved to grab the Jedi unsure what she was so trying to escape from as she reached out with her arms open the republic soldier then looked to her. “You alright?” He asked as he swept her up looking to see what she was facing finding the angelic being in such a place odd he raised his blaster rifle defensively unsure if it’d be useful in here or if it was the right person to aim at. But this place was maddening and nothing seemed to work exactly right.

 

[Via Dolorosa]

Ruined City Of Hr'tal​

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She sat up quickly looking all around her. Where was she? How did she get here? She tried recalling the last thing she was doing before this. Ah, yes! She was talking to Tag when.... She leaped to her feet quickly and yelled, "Tag! Tag! Where are you?" She halted her yelling at once. Her voice, it seemed muffled and her words almost sounded alien to her own ears. Where was she? And there was something missing, a part of her seemed, well, absent. What was it? And why was she feeling an over abundance of aggression all of a sudden? She shook her head twice but the feeling wouldn't go away. "Where am I," she whispered outloud. Reaching down to her side, she felt the absence of her lightsaber. Spinning around she saw two things.

The first she saw was a massive ruined and ancient looking city. Where was she? Why do I feel so aggressive? Everything about it screamed foreboding, do not enter, and enter at your own risk. She had traveled the galaxy a lot and never once had she heard anything about a city like this. Where am I? Maybe there were answers lying in wait in there but she did not truly believe that. Still, she needed to try. Why do I feel so aggressive? She decided she would investigate this city in hopes of learning something about her current predicament.

The second thing she saw was her lightsaber lying several feet from here. How did it get there? She called on the force as she extended her left hand to bring her weapon to her and...nothing. The weapon didn't budge. She narrowed her eyes at the weapon in bewilderment. Again she tried to call the weapon to her and the same result, nothing. What happened to me? It occurred to her now what seemed absent about her. The Force was gone! Have I been disconnected from the Force? She slowly moved to the location of her weapon, bent down and picked it, then clipped it back to her belt. "Hello! Hello? Is there anyone that can hear me?"