Episode V: Akala Strikes Back

[Kyla Foy]

[member="Shule Windspeaker"]

Hephaestus was located within the blood wastes of the Netherworld, from a distance he was seeing a battle and damn lucky he was when he vanished that he was touching multiple weaponry. One of his own made soldier droids were standing next to him, "Sir? What are your orders?" He walked further and noticed a battle. The screams were driving him almost insane and made his assault rifle which he was wearing not the best weapon for him at the moment, nothing could've prepared him for this place. His eyes stared down towards the fight, he noticed a woman from a distance, which was fighting the Jedi master. "Focus on the woman pale woman." The droid targeted [member="Fabula Cavataio"] , but it did not shoot yet.

 

[Ashin Varanin]

[member="Fabula Cavataio"] [member="Drapeam Nyx"] [member="Hephaestus"]

Another woman, armed with ranged weapons, shouted from behind the killer with the sabre. The killer turned to take a swing at her, and in that moment Shule jumped forward to cover much of the distance between them. The Force was not his ally here; the Force had forsaken him, all of them, as if it was the first time he'd been dumped into the netherworld. He knew, from long experience, that if he tried very hard for a few weeks he'd be able to make minimal Force effects, but that just wasn't in the cards, not as relevant to this moment.

Two paces outside lightsabre range, he raised Azubah at Fabula's back.

"I said stand down."

 

[Revenchent]

Location: The Void

Allies: All by my lonesome.



"Not again."

Many years ago, give or take a few months, the first Dreadguard were dragged into a mysterious world be a being only known as Akala. It had happened entirely at random. The men had gone to sleep after securing Bothuwai from rioters, and they had woken up there.

Together, they had fought Akala and her minions, earning their freedom with blood. Many had forgotten this event, but Calico remembered all too well.

"Galaar is already dead. Too late to get revenge for his blood, schutta. Where's your dragons? Where are you warriors?" He roared at the sky.

But there was no one to hear him.

Calico Tal'verda was completely alone. He wandered through a canyon, massive walls of stone erected on either side of himself. His helmet was still functioning, and his DC-17 still had power, so thankfully he was not defenseless. But why bring him back to...wherever here was?

"Cyar'ika! Zandra?"

No answer.

"Kix! Corrik! Rawnie!"

Nothing but the chilling wind to hear his lonesome cries.

"Shab. Shab-shAB-SHABFRAKKINGKARKINGSHAB!"

 

[Bubák]

Blood wastes

Looking up as she heard a soft whizzing sound coming from above, noting the sickly green light that illuminated the area and warned her of the pools of blood, Elizie spotted a small droid. Not only that. Her milky-white eyes spied someone who did not look… feral. Maybe this one knew what happened? The Arkanian sincerely doubted so, believing them to be just another victim, but perhaps together they would be able to uncover what happened. Unless… the thought scared her. Was she dead? The noble quickly pushed the idea from her mind. Given how terrible she felt, this was positively real. She could smell the blood in the air, feel the hot vapour coming from the pools, and touch the calmingly cool metal of her lightsaber.

Striding towards the stranger and his female companion, the Padawan was careful to avoid stepping into the blood as she rushed closer to the man, seeing as he spoke to the droid. The creature of metal very much proved this was not afterlife; a droid would never go there, right? “Please,” she called out, her voice sounding more desperate than she wanted. She had to radiate calmness, give people hope, yet she found herself in a situation she needed the same and there was nobody for her to give her that. “Do you require any assistance? Are you hurt?” As much as she wanted to know what happened, she had to act as a Jedi, helping was the priority.

[member="Darth Metus"] [member="Vassara Raxis"]

 

[Darren Onyx]

LOCATION: THE BLOOD WASTES

Onyx threw all his weight on him. He pressed down on his arms and legs, trying to keep still. He leaned down and grabbed ahold of his face and forced him to look into his eyes. "Onyx!" he yelled. "It's me, Onyx!"

He forced him to stare at him and look into his eyes. After a moment he decided to do what he did to everyone losing their mind, slap him. Or punch. Whatever you prefer. He swung and his hand connected with Solan's jaw. He then, again, forced him to look at him.

"Solan," he said, calmly this time. "Calm yourself, use your training and calm down."

[member="Solan Charr"] // [member="Razer Sin"]

 

[RC 212]

[member="Darth Metus"] [member="Ailyn Cyar'ika"]

[member="Elizie Adasca"]

Location: 1 :Bloodwastes

Droid #1:

Vassaras holographic slef nodded and she went on mute for second when turning to Silas.

"Looks like we got two of em. Want to team up?"

Silas coughed in disbelief, almost as if to make a point of her naivety.

"Umm frak yea, we don't know what the hell might be out there."

Vassara turned back to the screen, tapping to unmute herself.

"Sounds like a plan. Follow the droid, it'll lead you back to us. I got a semi complete map of the surrounding area. Hopefully we can hole up somewhere and rest."

Vassaras image vanished now and the droid whirred off into the distance, going slow so they would not lose it. She still had one out there mapping however and the other girl seemed not to be a good fit to their party. With a few taps of dry and crackled fingers she manuevered it away from Fabula and back into scanning mode, continuing to map out the area.

When Elizie spoke, the droid played the same message Vassara had sent to Metus, telling her to follow it as it wound its way back to her location.

"Plus three, nice haul."

 

[Artemis Vahl'Nyx]

LOCATION: Blood Wastes​

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Some semblance of luck was on her side! Another hero, with good in his heart, had appeared to fight! The two faced the she-demon with weapons raised, standing tall and unafraid! Our Zorren was a ways away from certain doom. There wasn't enough distance between them for her rifle to be at it's best... but it was enough that she could get a few shots off before the beast could get to close. Right?... There was still hope! The woman was a sniper, a celebrated fighter, with her kind of mind she could take down this... fiend? Eh, that's close enough to a rhyme!​

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"I'm going to kark you up."​

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With that said she fired. Once. Twice. Thrice! Then it was time to reload. She hoped that her new comrade would be able to assist... lest she have to discard her treasured firearm and replace it with a Jedi's tool! And she, of course, was not a Jedi. A lightsaber would feel awful in her hands. She'd be more likely to stab herself than her opponent!​

Ah, but now is not the time to think of that.​

Nyx lined up another shot.​

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[member="Fabula Cavataio"], [member="Shule Windspeaker"]​

NOTES: ​

Weapon list: One AT-90R Sniper rifle (in hand), two standard vibroblades (strapped to back, hard to reach), two BTI-WB-Woebringer Blaster Pistols.​

 

[Apoc]

The last thing he remembered was falling to sleep in the rust bucket he called home.

But he was woken in what sounded to be a world full of hurt and suffering. In short, it wasn't where he fell asleep.

His ears bear witness to what only could be described as Galatic genocide. Tens of million screamed, shouted and cried. These sounds surrounded him from every direction. There seemed to be no way to escape the noise and therefore he must endure the melody of death. The sight that accompanied the hell bound screams was what should've been expected. Miles upon miles of people, all of them seemed to be lost and without a clue on where to head or what to do.

A sigh of relief was let out from beneath his jet-black mask, the modified AR-70, named "One Way Out" still hung from his back. Eventhough he was confused and lost, he was not completely defenceless. He began his journey into the unknown with a trip through sobbing bodies and what seemed to be lifeless entities, who had probably given up hope. Unlike these people, the masked man would not stop and fear what was to come. Instead he would continue and face whoever, whatever caused this catastrophe. No matter how far he travelled, it didn't seem that the sea of people would ever end. Still the soldier endured.

Amongst the streaming men, women and children, the mystery man noticed someone. Someone who he recognised. Solan Charr. A fellow Rebel and someone who could help. However, his hope was short lived as it seemed Solan had been corrupted by the current situation and insanity had taken over his soul. The man was alone shouting into his hands. Pity, he could've been of assistance to man. Deciding not to give up hope, the figure, clad completely in black, approached the insanity driven boy. As he neared, he noticed he was with to others, who appeared to be attempting to help.

Knowing that nothing would come if he allowed him to continue shouting himself into insanity, he would grab Solan's collar and attempt to pull him to his feet. To get out of here, a man like him and a group he was with might of been a necessity.

[member="Solan Charr"]
[member="The Onyx"]
[member="Razer Sin"]

(I was writing this as you guys were posting, I tried to make edits. Sorry if it's a bit off.)

 

[Alexandra Feanor]

[member="Feena Mason"] [member="Daella Feanor"] [member="Ophelia"] [member="Ace Torrevaso"]

Alexandra blinked as she stared at the queen of naboo and spoke looking at her eyes for a few long seconds and hearing another voice as she craned her head to look at [member="Sanya Val Lerium"], waving her over to the others and then speaking to Feena. "Feena, this is real, i think it is... i mean my arm is healed so it could be a dream but. But i know its real, its like were... flow walking, it is impossible to really use the force through... i dont know its all odd but this is all very very real." She stared at the eyes of Feena Mason, trying to get some sense into her before Sanya got over here.

 

[Fabula Caromed]

Where: The Blood Wastes
Who: [member="Shule Windspeaker"], [member="Drapeam Nyx"], [member="Hephaestus"]
What: Quick, everyone surround the feral! Solid tactic!

There were more now. Machines and men and women with more weapons of light and others with weapons she only remembered from the distant, distant past. How to face multiple enemies? Stop being surrounded. Attack the one attacking you. The she-devil kept her charge up, ignorant to the idea if a blaster or the fact that the jacket this body was wearing would resist them. She barreled forward in one of the many maneuvers she had used thousands upon thousands of times in the last few centuries. A disarming charge, far too civilized for something so mindless.

As she moved, her weapon before her face and angled towards her target for maximum coverage, she deflected one shot entirely on accident. One more impacted on her jacket, harmlessly absorbed into the nigh-invincible hide of a beast she didn't even remember killing. The third, however, moved far too close to her face. It seared the flesh of her cheek simply by proximity...but it didn't stop her.

Closing the distance with savage valor, the woman twisted her weapon up towards her enemy's arms, attempting to cut them both off at once. Most would jerk their hands back from such an attack, and that was fine. That simply meant she'd cut the weapon instead. As she finished her charge, the mindless woman brought her shoulder forward into a tackle, no longer nearly as dignified as she had been with her sword.

Get out get out get out get out get out-

 

[Aithne Charr]

[member="Apoc"] [member="The Onyx"]

He felt pain again, only this time it wasn't the pain of the millions in the blood wastes but rather his own pain... did someone kill him. Pulling his mental guards up and trying to turn off his empathy the words became clear as he focused. "O-onyx... what wh-where are... we need out.... calm place... no pain... quick." Then Apoc grabbed his collar, and solan could do nothing as it took every ounce of concentration not to let his mental blocks fall, the pain pushing on them as he was still in the epicenter of all this pain.

 

[Caleb Brolen]

[member="Sanya Val Lerium"]

I put my arm around her and said "Hey stop screaming you need to rest". Something was very wrong if Sith, mando, or anything else was here because that means that whatever brought us here does not discriminate between good or bad. Something here was also taking away our energy,some faster than others, but that didn't matter. What did matter was finding more jedi or republic people and finding a way out of here.

 

[Kyla Foy]

Ophelia seemed to do pretty well, while her eyes were looking over towards the rest of the people, "Uhm...Why can't I feel anything here..There are no voices...I can't feel Aing-Tii.." She had told Alexandra Lianne Feanor. Her bright blue eyes were having a few flicks of purple now within them, be happy Ophelia was now at least 14 years old. She was growing up and she was not the little baby girl anymore. She heard they shouldn't split up but then she got a bit annoying in her own way, 'We got to go away from there..." Further ahead in that fight was Fabula fighting all the other people was she the only one seeing it.

[member="Alexandra Lianne Feanor"] [member="Feena Mason"]

 

[Daella Feanor]

[member="Alexandra Lianne Feanor"]
[member="Feena Mason"]
[member="Ophelia"]

She continued to cuddle Ace, and then looked over at the woman her mother was talking to. "Mommy whose that?" She blinked, clearly not knowing who anyone was in here, save for her mother, the puppy in her arms, and possibly Ophelia. After saying that, the girl would walk towards Feena and stares at her. "H-Hai! My names Ala-I mean... Daella!"

 

[Darren Onyx]

LOCATION: THE BLOOD WASTES

Onyx stood up and looked at the new man, who he had never met before. "Onyx," he nodded off to him. He looked around and thought on a course of action. He turned back to the group and almost fell forward, grabbing his shoulder in pain.

He looked at the hand he used to punch Solan with. He could feel something inside it, the feeling of shards of bone ripping from their foundations and moving around inside him. He grunted as he squeezed it.

He looked again at the new man. "We need to get out of here," he said, stating the obvious. "We need to get somewhere we can meditate and figure out what is going on."

[member="Apoc"]
[member="Solan Charr"]
[member="Razer Sin"]

OOC: Post order ~ Myself, Apoc, Solan, Razer (if he is actively online)

 

[Malok]

Location: The Blood Wastes

Before an adequate response could be made by the projected visage, yet another survivor sounded her arrival. Turning, the Sith Lord gave the woman who carefully skirted the puddles of blood a once-over before raising a brow behind his helm. In the midst of such a catastrophe, one was inquiring if he needed help? Now that was strange. Regardless, time was of the essence and movement was the key to continuing his existence. As such, Darth Metus did not bother with questions but instead reacted with urgency.

"We aren't hurt, but we're moving. Hopefully going to rendezvous with whomever is operating this Droid. I don't know what the hell is going on, but I have every intention of getting out of this Hellhole. That said, you're welcome to tag along. I'm sure we'd survive longer with more numbers."

With that said, Darth Metus turned his attention to the Droid once more and heard what the woman had to say. This was good. This was very good. Hopefully, together, they could begin to piece together how they got into this predicament. "Excellent, we're following the droid now." he said, before motioning for Ailyn to follow. From there, the Sith Lord took off in a moderately brisk pace; for he had no intention of sticking around longer than necessary.

[member="Ailyn Cyar'ika"] | [member="Vassara Raxis"] | [member="Elizie Adasca"]

 

[Ashin Varanin]

BLOOD WASTES
[member="Drapeam Nyx"] [member="Hephaestus"] [member="Fabula Cavataio"]

No response; no sign of sentience at all, now that he thought about it. Just a growl and a charge, and this wasn't a place where deflection was an option. Absently, he wondered if he might finally find a way to break his curse here -- whether the feral woman with the lightsabre was enough to destroy him utterly. Force dissipation would be...lovely.

But odds were slim. For the moment, he was faced with a more reliable satisfaction: the possibility of stopping a massacre.

He'd warned twice; now he charged after Fabula, lightsabre doubling in length. Azubah's blade flicked out for the backs of her ankles, left to right.

 

[Placeholder 0133]

Location: Spire of Destiny

Allies: [member="Rusken Shaxx"]


There was no sense to this. One moment he was surrounded by Vong, fighting for his life against the Sith onslaught on Prakith, the next he was here. Wherever here was.

"Alex." Stanley quipped. "I'm picking up some very strange readings just north of here - and whatever got us here wasn't traditional teleportation technology. This was something I've never come across before."

The AI's face appeared in the top left corner of his HUD. Stanley chose the form of a young man with bright red hair, aviator glasses, and a scraggly goatee. "No one on the IFF. No other Dreadguard, and no soldiers. Not even that Jedi."

Book turned his head northward. Ahead stood a monstrous spire that pierced the heavens. The sky was cloudless, but try as he might, the Dreadguard Commander could not see where it ended.

"Something tells me that might have some answers." He replied.

The soldier began his march through the flat, dead land toward the spire. Whatever lay ahead would be met with deadly force. Book was no pushover.

"Just don't piss off the inhabitants. They might be friendly...-ish."

 

[Marcus Tritum]

FELLOW SOULS: [member="Mrrew"]
LOCATION: Garden of Thorns
EQUIPMENT: Huntsman - Axe | Seydakin - Knife | Bodo Baas Gunbelt | Leviathan Bracers | Cater Coat | Merr-Sonn Power 5

I went to bed and woke up in a nightmare.

I started awake, lurching to my feet. Leaves crunched underneath my boots. I spun around. I was in a forest, but the trees weren't the nice kind. The sun didn't beam down and cast a soft illuminating glow that left everything in a golden-green idyllic dream. Nah. These trees were gnarled and twisted. Their dark branches blocked out the light and they loomed inward, like they were ready to snatch up anyone who wandered too close. They were the sort of trees that you knew were just out to get you.

Grey light cast everything in sullen tones. I grimaced and started bolting through the forest. No way in hell was I staying here. My coat flapped behind me. My boots broke leaves and twigs.

A wall of thorns rose up to greet me, viciously spiked. I skidded to a halt, barely avoiding impaling myself on the wall. I ran the other direction, but met another wall of thorns. They were everywhere I turned, a thick of black spikes. A prison.

"Weary soul," said a voice that chilled my marrow, "Are you lost?"

My knife, Seydakin, had found its way into my hand. I held the axe, Hunstman, in the other. Something told me blasters wouldn't work too well out here. Wherever here was.

I turned toward the voice and saw a being of light, beautiful in a sort of ephemeral way.

"Yeah. You could say that."

 

[Kyla Foy]

She was recording everything, the droids, her masters voice truly everything around her. The fight which was going on within the background, she noticed lightsabers, "Jedi's are fighting each other?" She had thought first of all and looked at her master, "We got to make haste, master." The girl was by now at the age of fifteen and she had done quite well within the academy of the Paecian Empire. The thing was though, all the force training she had got did not really work here. The mandalorian training and commando training she got, thank god it would work. "Master, there are ahead two people fighting, or no there are more, one of them seems like a Jedi by the color of his lightsaber, the other one seems like its..." She became quiet, to say that the undead were living there made it very scary, those who died...Could they be killed again or not? She followed her master in the end.

[member="Darth Metus"]