Looking for a moment at the bodies that led from his ship to the side of the massive Death Star, Damien sighed again. Zombies were quite the bothersome opponent, as usually they swarmed in packs, were nearly impossible to kill except for a clean decapitation, and many other irritating features. Combining this with the massive swarms of Mosquitos he was forced to repel after they gathered around his form, seemingly driven just as the Zombies, the entire way was down right sour to the mind.
But that was just the thing, there had only been a few along the way - hundreds of the insects though - and thus he presumed to find more once inside. Likely far more than he would care to think of.
Reigniting his lightsaber, Damien sat stead fast, attempting to burn a molten entrance along the hull of the ship. Going first upward above his head by a few inches, then to the left, back down, before back to his initiating point, he concentrated a blast of air pressure that launched the new found door inward. Lightly kicking off the ground, he lurched through the hole to land on a control panel that would likely rest about waist high - all the buttons and dials were dead however. He could imagine the time where the interior was once crowded with life, each display reading analytic information to the men posted at the stations.
Some things didnt get a second chance however.
Dropping low to a crouch, Damien ran finger along the display by his left foot, cleaning a trail among the dark dust - grime being a more proper term as time had long ago turned the simple dust to molds and rusts galore. The Undead surely would never touch such things. It meant nothing to them: no food, nor a threat.
Looking through his HUD, Damien murmured, "Voice, keep scanners running for any threat. Aging could have caused minor fungus to become deadly."
"Yessir." Came a reply through his speakers, and Damien noticed the view he saw shift slightly to show a panoramic view of 360 degrees around his body. One of the best features his armor had, as he couldn't be crept up on. Deactivating his saber, he chose to keep its hilt in his palm rather than stash it, as being sure of protection far out weighed freedom of use for the appendage.
Stepping to the ground, the Ancient moved down the hall to the left. Multiple doors came along his path, all showing the same ancient grime the previous room had. What sort of things would the Sith find? The Force whispered that others were topside, moving among the planet as they sought to claim or scout an unknown planet. There was a good chance however that they would find something worth it, as there was a nearly untouched - scavenging wise - Death Star.
Ahead Damien could see another doorway that seemed to open to a much larger room past. Stepping through the arch, he paused, sighed, then leapt as silently as he could straight upward.
Landing nimbly on the rafters above the room, he began to walk foot before foot along the thin beam. Seeing as there were hundreds of Undead below all milling about in the auditorium sized room. Through unknown means, possibly Force intervention, he had managed to not be spotted through his entrance. Luckily light filtered through holes that cracked the surface walls to his left, illuminating a bit of the room, the rest he could see easily through his predatorily based vision, and augmented Armors sensors.
With a practiced ease, the demonic soul moved unseen above the lot of them. Only the Apex truly understood what stealth meant, and with little knowledge Force wise on Stealth, he was forced to rely on his own familiar abilities. Blending with the moving shadows, D sought to go as quick as he was able, nearly slipping a few times.
The hollow architecture of the structure left a nearly deafening din of constant snarls or growls, scraping and shuffling, so extreme Damien forced himself to concentrate on filtering through which sound came in the form of aggresion. Luckily none seemed to - for now.
Finally resting an arm against the opposite wall from which he came, Damien rose to his full form and glanced down through the darkness towards his enemies. As he was moving, he had noticed that luckily, there was indeed an open door now beneath him and behind his position, the only obstruction being getting there unnoticed.
Flipping backwards, Damien seemed at first to wish to go completely downward, as his arc began to pull him in that direction, but instead he managed to right his body and grip the rail with his hands. Calculating, with the aid of his suits computers, Damien released his hold, and thrust himself further with the aid of the Force. When the ground neared, a seperate pressure met him from below, slowing his descent until there was almost no noise.
Spinning on his heel, Damien charged head first into a massive body - one that may have been an old storm trooper, or some kind of similar soldier. Watching the form fall, Damien nearly gasped...
The others heard the thud of the Undead hitting the ground, and instantly the din of thousands of peaceful groans, became a raging vortex or ever louder screams of hunger.
Launching himself over the mans body, as well as the last few feet between himself and the doorway, Damien jerked himself through. Racing down the hall, he did his best to keep his breathing even, as he was no longer as super as he once was. It wasn't as if his body was something to trifle with, but its speed and endurance arent even as good as his old forms base abilities were. Yes he had better strength, but most of his talents were oriented among speed and finesse, not brute bashing abilities.
Easily seeing behind himself, Damien watched as the trail became swarmed with Zombified soldiers and naval men...
So he kept running.
