Velocity Vixen
Objective: Escort the Dark Lord │ Salvage Artifacts
Direct Engagement: Nathan Bloodscrawl
A scream tore free from Quintessa’s lips as the Light blistered and assailed her flesh. It was all she could do to remain on moving and on her feet, drawing back from her opponent as she scanned for shelter from the blinding assault. She channeled what was left of her Force reservoir into her legs, making to retreat deeper into the Citadel even though she knew that the Jedi might be weakened as well, whether it was from the poison afflicting his flesh or the strain of the duel itself. Regardless, the speedster didn’t want to leave that assumption to chance, so she continued running deeper inside the Labyrinth, before letting out a relieved breath upon seeing the ceiling come down behind her.
The feeling had been mutual, or so it seemed.
Grunting, Quintessa pulled out her energy-restoring potion and pumped it into her thigh, refreshing much of her strength. The Light had inflicted minor burns across much of her flesh, leaving her in poor fighting shape. However, there was still her assigned mission, which she needed to complete before leaving Exegol.
Linking up with her remaining Dark Troopers, Quintessa ran as fast as her legs could carry her towards the Deep Chasm Atrium, the pain from her body howling in protest at the act cycling back to be harnessed as a font of power, in spite of her weakened state. Sprinting past the forms of fallen Sith, Marauders, and slaves, the speedster saw fewer bodies as she pushed deeper inside, drawing closer to the main kyber crystal chamber in the process.
Before long, Quintessa came to a halt within the chamber, her eyes going wide as she did. There before her sat the gigantic, crimson mass of the Great Crystal of Aantonaii, enshrouded by a containment field which had shielded it from the Light, though its strength was already failing. Not long after, the Dark Troopers arrived with the repulsor sled needed to transport the massive, crystalline construction and the heavy equipment required to move it.
“Let’s…hurry…” The speedster hissed. Drawing on her reserves of strength and emotion, Quintessa gritted her teeth as she sought to will the Force into manifestation, attempting to summon an upheaval of telekinetic power. She howled as she did, her eyes glowing like burning orbs of cyan fire in the process And yet, the massive crystal refused to budge, itself seeming to resist and make a mockery of her strength. Her attempt failed, Quintessa collapsed to the ground in exhaustion. However, she knew there was one thing the inert crystal could not hope to resist—the unyielding, iron power of machines.
Accordingly, the Dark Troopers made short work of transferring the crystal and its containment field onto the sled. Nevertheless, as the sled was loaded into the nearby shuttle before the vessel took off, Quintessa silently swore to herself that one day, she would bend the Great Crystal to her will.
Otherwise, she might never be able to prove that her blood was pure—that the Blood of the Exiles raged through her veins.
Final Post.
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