FNRP#1 - Vacation From Hell (Open to All!)

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Admiral Harris jumped awake to the sound of Ion cannons in his head, he had another nightmare for the attack on mandalore. Admiral Harris searched his room, he knew he hid his blaster somewhere.

"There," He whispered to himself and slid the Dh-17 into his holster. As he did it he heard the intercoms blaze with the good morning speach.

"For your safety and enjoyment, we have launched all escape pods."

Harris froze, "Why would they la-?"

"William, calm down. I'm here with you, this is no longer the front, you have nothing to worry about here."

"Sorry Clara, I missed you so much, the Dominion Navy has held me back from you. I want to leave it, but I cant."

"Don't say that, you are an admiral in their Navy, you love the Navy and you always will. I bought us these tickets so we could enjoy ourselves."

"And we will, do you want breakfest?"

"Yes, let's get dressed and go."

The married couple opened their suitcases and pulled out there clothing.

"I'll go get changed, you change in here clara."

"William, we're married, don't act like we've never seen each other undresses. Don't leave, we can go together."

William said okay and put his clothes on the bed, he began getting changed as she did her hair and slipped on her dress. The two walked towords each other in the center of the room and kissed, will whispered in her eat about how much he loved her as they embraced each other. He hadn't seen her in over a year and was making every second count.

"Can power up Skipper?"

Clara walked into the corner and up to a golden C-3po unit and turned it on.
"Hello Master, hello Madame, it is very nice to see both of you still up and functioning to full capacity." The family laughed, as they laughed a sound of energy came through the room, the door was now unlocked and illuminated with blue.

"Let's go see the ship," Harris grabbed the holster off the bed and slipped it inside of his pants, "Come on."

The family, including the Droid, walked to the door, twisted the handle, and opened the door with the sound of hydraulics. They stepped into the hallway and the bright lights of the clean, white, hallway.

 

[Zxthunder]

After Myles and Benjamin their guns, Ra looked a little further down the hallway to see more doors. Before she moved on, she turned to address Benjamin.

"No, I woke up to the message that we've bee rerouted and heading to Nar Shadda. Ran into a few guards, disabled them and acquired these weapons."

She motioned to the blasters she had handed them and her club.

"Maybe slavers? It makes sense. They didn't take into account people with certain skill sets though or train very well their guards."

A little further in, Ra sensed the presence of another person within the Force and moved to his door. With a flick of her eyes, the lock opened and she opened the door, looking inside. There she saw the Kell Dor and motioned with her head for to join them.

"C'mon on out of there. I'm sorry I don't have an extra weapon for you, but if we can find our own that'll go a long way."

Turning to look at the others.

"Do you want to search for our weapons?"

[member="Myles Davorak"] [member="Drai Kor"] [member="Benjamin Erinhart"]

Dria Kor opens his eyes to Ra'a'mah standing in the door with two other behind her.

"Thank you, and i have no need for a weapon" He says in his loud, deep but calm voice as he gets up off of his bed and starts walking towards them.

"We must move swiftly to a different part of the ship because i fear that there are many Sith near by and i don't think that they will let us live if we cross there paths" He says as he is standing right in front of Ra'a'mah.

He waits for her to lead as he ready's him self for what is to come.

Ra'a'mah Myles Davorak Benjamin Erinhart

 

[Dax Perl]

The shadowy figure unleashed a torrent of lightning at a very unfortunate guard as the other man picked up a weapon to use. From another direction, more guards had rounded the corner, attracted to the sound of their comrade's blaster fire. Flames materialized and swirled around the Rogues hands before leaping at the incoming guards. Screams resounded but quickly died out as smoldering armor hit the ground. Dax turned and caught the blaster the man who'd climbed out of the ventilation shaft tossed him a blaster. He turned to face the initial hallway just in time to see the girl get pulled into another room, out of the line of fire, by what Dax could only guess was another 'guest'.

"We should probably get moving!" Dax said as he fired at the guards, bolts striking their chests. "Maybe we can locate our weapons? Or at least find their armory and get kitted up." Another guard managed to get a little too close to the three, perks of having the room in the center of the T-intersection, and Dax parried away the barrel of the man's gun, left hand shooting out to grip the man's throat. Then he paused...it was probably a good a idea not to do that...especially on a ship filled with already scarred non-coms...instead the Rogue swept the legs out from beneath the man and delivered an explosive jab to the man's nose, instantly knocking him out.

[member="Darth Abyss"], [member="Matthew Justice"]
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[member="Aster Rose Baelor"], [member="Alkor Centaris"]
Cuz you're nearby

 

[Hazel Zanteres]

Hazel's breath hitched a bit when she saw the look in Cinder's eyes. Maybe it wasn't a good idea to mention her unborn child, especially in her own tongue. That coupled with the fact she was still wrapped in the dragoness' embrace, brought that fear rising to the surface again. But it was promptly relieved when Hazel was let go and she was able to plant her feet firmly on the floor. Though the billowing smoke that followed shortly after, blowing over Hazel's head, was a clear indicator Cinder wasn't done yet.

On instinct, she took a step back. But stopped herself from moving any further, and remained where she was. Even as the dragoness' eyes burned with fury before her, as her entire body seemed to shake in rage. Hazel had faith she wouldn't attack her, and was proving correct when she threw her head up and blasted the ceiling above them with fire.

"Cin-" She had retaken that step fowards, reaching out with a hand to touch her arm. But Hazel had a momentary lapse of judgement, not realizing that while her entire body wasn't on fire anymore, Cinder's skin was still incredibly hot. As evidenced when Hazel suddenly recoiled her hand, being burned the second it grazed her arm. The Hapan winced, quickly using a light bit of Force Healing to mend it.

It would've likely caught Cinder's attention, and Hazel looked back up at her. No words were said, but it was clear the Hapan had a determined look in her eyes. Different to the swirling rage in Cinder's eyes, but it was obvious Hazel was on the same page as her. They needded to find her Unbra Val'lid, no matter what.

And while it pained Hazel, as a Doctor who refrained from hurting others. These were slavers, the type of people that had torn what was precious away from Cinder. And for Hazel had been the catalyst that had dealt uncurable damage to her body. So she could honestly care less if hell was coming for them.

Hazel gave Cinder a nod, and began leading the way down the hallway, looking for any guards that may have survived when the other passengers had made their escape.

[member="Cinder Rose"]​

 

[Lark]

Allies: [member="Thalira Kiing"]
Nearby: [member="Alkor Centaris"] [member="Aster Rose Baelor"] Maybe others, I honestly have no idea.

The pair of them ran through the hallways aimlessly, capturing a few more guards as they went along. "Unfortunately," he replied, "I don't know where the bridge is." She was right though. The captain and his close subordinates would fetch a far greater price as opposed to these nameless mooks. "We can find our way there. But first, I must retrieve my weapons." Those were the only things Lark had on his mind at the moment. A snowy blue sword, enchanted by the Sith and possessing the same properties as a lightsaber, and a smaller knife that was also enchanted. Lark was not keen on losing those.

They quickly found their way towards where the collective weapons of everybody on board had been stashed. Perhaps the slaves looked to make a profit by selling these as well. There were large piles and boxes full of blasters and other personal possessions, and Lark felt around using the Force for his own weapons. Finally locating them, Lark gingerly lifted them along with their sheaths, and fully armed himself. He discarded the blaster he had been using, he'd no longer need such a mundane weapon. He'd only need to take care not to dismember the guards, crippled slaves sold for far less. Inside the armory he saw others rummaging around for their weapons. They weren't guards, and they didn't appear to be a direct threat. Lark eyed them warily nonetheless.

 

[Benjamin Erinhart]

"persinally, I find that to be a bad idea. These vessels usually have a cargo bay, which, if it were slavers, that's were the slaves would be. But, in this particular kind of vessel, the bridge should be near the living quarters, so where do we go first?"


As he talked, Erinhart moved down the hall way, checking several doors to see if someone was in there.


"Personally, I'd say bridge, as they would have all the information, and we could take control of the ship. Plus, we'd know where our weapons went."

@Ra'a'mah
[member="Drai Kor"]
[member="Myles Davorak"]

 

[Thalira Kiing]

Thalira followed Lark closely behind as he led the way through the ships corridors. He seemed to know where he was going, so it was best to let him lead. Rushing through the halls didn't do good for Thalira's head, but she kept on going, thinking of the credits. That was the only thing to make it all worth it, ans she was definitely going to have to reward herself with a drink or six when everything was all said and done.

While Lark looked around in the armory for his stuff, Thalira took a peek at some valuable looking things. She didn't take anything, because none of it was worth possibly getting killed by the owner for. Though she did find a datapad that looked like her on a table with a few other non-weaponry things. Upon activating it, she found out it was in fact her datapad, as there was a hidden app that allowed her to wireless-hack things. "Mine." She stated as she hooked the datapad to her belt.

Of course all this happened while in the same area as three other strangers. A younger girl in an air vent who Thalira could just barely see, and two men just outside of the armory who could only just be spotted through the door that was barely open. The armory was set up that there were two doors on either side of the room, and the door Lark and Thalira entered from was clearly easier to open than the other one. Thalira looked at Lark, as if she was going to ask him if he was gonna say anything to the others, though she herself didn't say anything at that moment.

[member="Lark"] | [member="Alkor Centaris"] | [member="Aster Rose Baelor"] | [member="Darkul Elahad"]

 

[Matreya]

[member="Lark"] || [member="Alkor Centaris"] || [member="Aster Rose Baelor"] || [member="Thalira Kiing"]

Dark swept Dinok through the mid section of one of the guards, rotating his hand so that the bladed edge was facing the way it had come from, where upon he reversed trajectories. It slid like a knife through paper, clean from side to the opposite. Now falling from the almost frozen position it had perished in, Dark hurled a Force Push and launched the pieces of the bloody body into others. It was quite the push as well, for it knocked multiple men over, enough for Dark to see others now inside the armory.

This was the sort of thing Dark relished. Battle, first and foremost, as it bred honor for the Vampire. But also too assist in protecting those unable to do so themselves.

Immediately Dark launched into motion once more, his fangs sliced jugular veins, and he suctioned power giving liquid into his throat, swallowing as swift as he could. Beefed up once more, Dark slammed his full force into the nearest of the man. With them having been standing so close to each other, the moment his body connected with the first man, they slammed into the rest behind him. Toppling like dominos.

 

[Lynn Nantaris]

“Good morning, gentlebeings, this is your Captain. I hope you all had an enjoyable rest. We’ve had to make a ‘slight’ detour from Spira. Our final destination will now be…Nar Shaddaa. For your safety and comfort all escape pods have been launched. I hope you enjoy the scenery from your cabins as I’m afraid all other areas are out of bounds….”

That was The call Lynn would have heard, but she didn't get the same luxuries as the others. Sure her weapons were taken except her webshooters, but that was probably cuts they looked like medical things for some medical condition. Though that may not be true, maybe they just didn't find them, though that was unlikely.

She woke up in a room, well, less of a room and more a supply closet. Lynn would have been disheartened to learn everyone else got a luxurious room. Everything was haze so she wasn't sure how she ended up in a closet. She remembered a party...maybe it was a party, she remembered a lot of people and food. After that things went black.

As She sat there trying to remember, a flash of a memory came back. She remembered waking to guards dragging her and her trying to fight back. That was where the classy came into play, they knocked her out and threw her in. She lifted her hand to the back of her head and winced at the pain still there causing her to feel light headed.

She knew she wanted out of this closet, it smelled like strong cleaning products. As She touched her head she found her hairpin were removed so picking the lock would not be happening. So ahe did the only reasonable thing she could think of and started banging on the door. "Help! Anybody! I want to come out of this closet!!!!" Her closet happened to be near to [member="Dax Fyre"] location.

 

[Dax Perl]

Even through the din of the blaster fire Dax could here a shouting of a woman coming from behind a door directly across the hall to the trio's right. Using the Force, Dax flung one of the guards into a small cluster of his compatriots and dashed over to the door. Locked. "You've got to be fething kidding me!" The man conjured up flames once more and blew them at the lock. Quite quickly the metal handle became a metal blob that fell to the floor sizzling. The Rogue wrenched the metal panel away, nearly pulling it off its hinges. Another young blonde girl (what was up with all the blonde teen girls? Was there some pop concert he wasn't aware of?) was inside, who was promptly told by Dax to 'keep her head down unless she liked having a gaping hole in it'.

[member="Darth Abyss"], [member="Matthew Justice"], [member="Lynn Nantaris"]

 

[Bella Eirson]

Bella was having quite an interesting dream. It was of last night and getting onto this ship. Her life to this point had been pretty stressful and the young princess had needed some time from her world, so she had purchased a ticket onto this ship in hopes of escaping a rough life and her past. Everyone always brought it up and it frustrated her. So, she escaped to a place where rarely anyone would recognize her. Bella woke up in a cabin of some sorts in one of her usual outfits. She looked over to the side to see her coat beside her bed when her vision cleared. All of her dark hair lay beautifully across her pillow. Holding her head, Bella sat up only to hear a message. It was one she would dread to hear.

"Good morning gentlebeings, this is your captain. I hope you all had an enjoyable rest. We've had to make a 'slight' detour from Spira. Our final destination will now be.. Nar Shaddaa. For your safety and comfort, all escape pods have been launched. I hope you enjoy the scenery from your cabins as I'm afraid, all other areas are out of bounds."

Bella growled hearing this message. She sat on the bed as the message registered in her mind. Growling again, she pounded her fist on the bed and stood up running to the other side of the room and she grabbed her bag. She had placed a force coded cloaking device inside to hide her lightsabers. She had been able to disguise her lightsabers so they would make it past security. Bella had known something like this would happen, so she was prepared in case of emergency.

"Is this a game?! You can't keep me in here forever!!! I will get out!!"

she yelled as she heard the footsteps of a guard. Getting out, she would succeed at doing. Deactivating the cloaking device on her lightsabers and pistols, she put on her holsters and placed them inside. She then put her lightsabers on her belt and walked back over to her bed, putting her coat back on. It was game time. Bella then pulled her lightsabers back off of her belt and ignited them. She then walked until she got to the door and then carved a circle big enough for her to steps out of.

Sensing the guard was right in front of the door, she also sensed his fear. When she finished the circle, she pulled her sabers out and stowed them back on her belt. Smirking, she force pushed the circle out and heard the grunt as the man flew back into the wall on the opposite side, being crushed by the door. Stepping out, Bella sensed other force sensitives aboard the ship that had also gotten out. She ran to find them, to see if they needed help.

In the area I speak of:​

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~ [member="Dax Fyre"] ; [member="Darth Abyss"] ; [member="Matthew Justice"] ; [member="Aster Rose Baelor"] ; [member="Alkor Centaris"] ~​

 

[Thorald Magnusson]

Running out of shoots more and more and grabbing blasters left and right he kept the hallway under wraps until he heard the click of the last full blaster and sighed and started chucking them at people watching them fall to the floor unconscious. He sighed and saw Dax moving towards a door and figured it was better to follow him, rolling over to him he chucked another blaster at a person coming up behind him and began fighting with a guy in hand to hand.

A song started playing in his head and he started humming it as he was dodging and attacking the guard in front of him before he sighed and looked at him and headbutted him and watched as the man had crumpled to the floor. He turned to Dax and shrugged. "So what's the plan now? Can we clear a way with your force, flame, thingy or do we have to do it the old fashion way.... with a wookie.... oh we don't have one..." As he said this he slowly trailed off as if thinking of something before he heard another blaster shot and snapped back looking at Dax.

[member="Dax Fyre"] | [member="Bella Eirson"] | [member="Aster Rose Baelor"] | [member="Alkor Centaris"] | [member="Darth Abyss"] |

 

[Darth Abyss]

The guards showed to be not quite the challenge Abyss had hoped for. Sure he didn't enjoyed a good fight as much as most of his fellow sith, but it was still better than waiting for a ship to travel from one world to another. With cold precision the crimson blade came down on a nearby guard, dissecting the blaster holding hands from the leftover body. The man cried in pain, dropped to the ground as the feeling became unbearable. Casually a metal foot feel down as the mindeater moved towards the next opponent, crushing the skull of his injured foe in the process.

There was no rush to his movements, instead he made an effort to make any step of his metal shell look as menacing as possible. Blaster bolts were meet by his saber, harmlessly redirected into the walls around them. The second he came close to the next soldier his saber lifted up once more. This time his foe was ready, quickly switching between his rifle and a vibroblade to stop the incoming strike. For what he didn't had been ready was the fact that the saber had been nothing more then a ruse. When plasma meet steel with enough force to pressure the guard to use both of hands the metallic lefr claw of the sith Lord pushed forward, piercing the talons at his fingertips deep into the chest of his opponent.

"Hurry up. Not that I could not do this for the next fifteen hours, but I seriously have more important things to do."

The sith lord made another push towards a guard, this time already to disinterested to make any effort to properly kill him. Instead he simply lifted his left and aimed it at the man. There was a surge of dark energy that everyone around would be able to feel, even those without the gift. It was a matter of seconds until the mind of his opponent crumbled under the weight of his power. Once he had devoured what little worthwhile knowledge he could find his left formed a fist. On his mental command the man raised his weapon, aiming his own rifle at his head. A blaster bolt later he was just another corpse left on his path.

[member="Matthew Justice"] [member="Bella Eirson"] [member="Dax Fyre"] @Aster Rose Balor [member="Alkor Centaris"]

 

[Alkor Centaris]

Chi-ck!

The muzzle, half gone, flipped forward as Alkor caught the weapon deftly and checked the ammunition. The chamber had one ready, and a magazine mounted underside was set to feed it for even more carnage. He wasted no time as the crewmen rounded the corner behind him.

"Spread out!" he heard the command before he saw them, which gave him time to press into a corner for cover. The woman had disappeared into the cache, which meant she had relative safety. At least, she would not be a target for now. "Cover both the north and south corridor, Jenkins, Hodge- the weapons cache is to the south, so be on high alert."

So they're not stupid.

His first thought as they broke off in two groups was quickly drowned behind something else. Sounds of surprise and death spewed from the opposite corridor, and all of the guards turned to address it. Alkor peeked out from hiding to assess the situation.

"Reinforce the flank!" one of the nearest guards called out. "Has someone got eyes on the OpFor? How many are we dealing with?!"

He stepped out- the horror that spread through their ranks thinned their awareness. It made them easy prey. The barrel of his firearm snaked around the throat of the nearest guard, and he pulled him back around the corner. Alkor held tight until the man ceased to fight back.

"Jenkins?" the first voice called out. "Jenkins, where are you? Report!"

Silence.

"Dammit, we need to fall back- where are they all coming from?"

"Move to secure the southern corridor, lock down the blast doors amd keep that thing out." Alkor had yet to glimpse whatever manner of beast they were dealing with to the north, but now he understood. There was only one target.

That had unnerved them.

"Let's move," the remnant forces of the northern fireteam moved to regroup with the southern force, and Alkor finally saw [member="Darkul Elahad"] . The darkness was strong with him. "Don't let him get close! Suppressing fire-"

CHA-KOW! the powerful weapon in Alkor's hand barked, somewhere within the ranks of the guardsmen.

The orders never came. Blood spewed from all sides of the hole in his chest as the commanding guard stared, wide eyed into the horrified gazes of his own men. His lips moved, but no sound came.

He was dead before he hit the floor.

"Fall back!" Another voice cried out. "Where did that shot come from? Hold your fire!"

"No, are you insane, it's still out there!"

"I said fall back, damn it!"

Alkor was a step ahead of them as they fell quickly into disarray, and ranks crumbled. [member="Lark"] was fumbling for his weapons just behind the Dark Jedi. "Get whatever you can and then move," he told the man in a quiet voice. "They're distracted. Go now."

His frosty gaze moved up to the vents, where [member="Aster Rose Baelor"] would most likely be able to see him. He gestured for her to move further south, where they could all regroup.

Immediately after that, he hurried further down the corridor and saw [member="Dax Fyre"], [member="Matthew Justice"], and [member="Lynn Nantaris"], all of whom were caught in the chaotic crossfire.

Lambent blue eyes took stock of the group for all of three seconds before he turned his attention back to the chaos behind him.

"Call for reinforcements," one of the voices commanded. "We need to fall back and wait!"

Alkor cursed under his breath. He could already hear the clamber of more guards filtering in from the south. They would be pinned down between both groups, at this rate. "This isn't working," he muttered in frustration.

 

[Lark]

Nearby: [member="Darth Abyss"] [member="Matthew Justice"] [member="Bella Eirson"] [member="Dax Fyre"] [member="Lynn Nantaris"] [member="Darkul Elahad"] [member="Aster Rose Baelor"] Maybe more

Lark chuckled emptily as the man [member="Alkor Centaris"] suggested that he run while he had the chance. If he did that, he'd be wasting a perfectly good opportunity to gather more captors and sell them once they were free from this hellhole. And what chaos it was! The raging inferno grew ever stronger, and the concert of blaster fire drowned out the music of the smoke alarm. Death surrounded him, such was his curse. This time however, and perhaps for the first time, he sought to capture his enemies, not slaughter them like the worthless sacks of meat that they were. The thought of forcing these men to suffer the fate they sought to force him into took on a twisted obsession in his mind. A stray shot fired toward Lark's head, and with a quick swipe of his sword he sent the blast back from where it came, scorching the shoulder of the one who fired upon him. A few scratch marks wouldn't drive down the prices to much. "Looks like we've hit the jackpot," Lark said to [member="Thalira Kiing"] with a velvet voice. He turned to Alkor, and smiled cordially. "If it's all the same to you, I think I'll stay. Surely we stand a better chance of survival sticking together, wouldn't you say?"

He didn't miss the man quickly look up to the vents. An escape route if things get a bit to heated. But why run from such a scene? This was a pure battle for survival, the primal human desire to avoid death at it's finest. Such an interesting stage to observe. It felt so natural to Lark.

Once more a guard charged Lark, and using his reacquired blade he cut the man's blaster in half. Firmly planting his feet on the ground, he pushed the guard using the Force, knocking him and one more of his ilk against the wall, and they would not rise until they were in the hands of slavers.

 

[Zef Halo]

Darryl was on his second cigarette and stalking through the hallways aimlessly when he encountered the answer to his question of where the feth were all the assailants at.

He just found them in a total mess.

The assailants of this ship were being tossed around like sacks of potatoes, others were beaten up professionally. It was all going on in the same hallway and Darryl could only conclude that it was people gifted with the Force.

After the Human Torch melting the ship from the inside, there was now more supernaturally powerful being on board.

Before silently stepping away from the corridor and going the opposite way, Darryl wondered how such powerful people were fooled so easily just like he was in such a mediocre trap.

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[member="Darth Abyss"] | [member="Matthew Justice"] | [member="Bella Eirson"] | [member="Dax Fyre"] | [member="Lynn Nantaris"] | [member="Darkul Elahad"] | [member="Aster Rose Baelor"] | [member="Thalira Kiing"] | [member="Lark"] | [member="Alkor Centaris"]​

 

[Zxthunder]

"persinally, I find that to be a bad idea. These vessels usually have a cargo bay, which, if it were slavers, that's were the slaves would be. But, in this particular kind of vessel, the bridge should be near the living quarters, so where do we go first?"


As he talked, Erinhart moved down the hall way, checking several doors to see if someone was in there.


"Personally, I'd say bridge, as they would have all the information, and we could take control of the ship. Plus, we'd know where our weapons went."

@Ra'a'mah
[member="Drai Kor"]
[member="Myles Davorak"]

Drai Kor turns to BenJamin Erinhart thinking for a moment then replying

"Yes the Bridge might have some answers and maybe a way off this ship" He says in his load but always calm voice.

He starts meditating while he waits for the others opinions.

Myles Davorak Ra'a'mah Benjamin Erinhart

 

[Lynn Nantaris]

Lynn kept banging on the door as the sounds outside grew. She heard the sounds of an all out chaotic battle an wondered if it was safe just to stay in the broom closet. She felt it begin to heat up and jumped away from the door as she saw the handle begin to glow like an ember. She slipped on a mop, falling backwards into a shelf knocking things over including some lemon cleaner onto her head. She closed her eyes as she knew whatever was falling on her would probably not feel good on her eyes.

As the door was ripped open she used a nearby mop head to wipe her face and trying not to think of where it may have been. She blinked her eyes as she faced her rescuer. It then occurred to her, why hadn't she just used the Force to turn the locking mechanism in the handle. Instead she sat on the floor half buried by cleaning products and tools and covered in strong lemon cleaner. This was already becoming a good day, "Thank you, but please don't tell anyone you saw me like this." She smiled and shot two webs to the ceiling to pull herself up.

Once she left the room she saw the chaos ensuing in the hallway. She was weaponless, but wanted the killing to stop. She pushed bast the man, bringing her hood back up and lept into the air. She fired web after web at the guards, but aimed only for their weapons and with two strong tugs she pulled the weapons from their hands and onto the ground. From there she really couldn't do much in the way of ending the little fight, but hoped this would at least save a few lives. Assuming she disarmed all the guards, she wasn't even a hundred percent sure who was guard and who wasn't.

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[member="Darryl Montreux"] | [member="Darth Abyss"] | [member="Matthew Justice"] | [member="Bella Eirson"] | [member="Dax Fyre"] | [member="Darkul Elahad"] | [member="Aster Rose Baelor"] | [member="Thalira Kiing"] | [member="Lark"] | [member="Alkor Centaris"]​

 

[Matreya]

Without knowing it, Dark, in the presence of another darkness much like his own, was growing into a unique ability that was a rarity to the galaxy. Yet his own was even a more rare variant. Instead of photokinetic manipulations, he was an umbrakinetic. As he stepped back from the battle, watching as the other man did the same, he seemingly was swallowed by a mass of swirling writhing shadows. They were almost alive it seemed, moving about in snake like fashions, its tendrils reaching out further, to cover his path as he trekked.

Listening to the hectic thrawls as they attempted to move through the eerie pitch black, Dark simply had no issues. It was as easy in the darkness as the light, for his species thrived in the darkest of locales. Thus he would every so often pluck a body that lurched by, clear off the ground then into his embrace, where he fed hungrily. It was not a massive portal, or even thick wall. Rather it was simply a section of the hall that was like running into the darkest corridor in existence. It lasted for a meter or two, before the runners were exposed to the lights of the hall once more.

Realizing after another meal collapsed that it was his doing, bringing the shadows to existence, Dark concentrated hard, squinting his eyes as he did so. Soon enough the smokey hall was open again, and he moved to follow the man whom had saved his hide. It was not a necessity, rather simply a curiousity that needed to be quelled.

Then it seemed a mass group was forming. At least six, not counting himself. It made for a unique situation. An animalistic mam stalking from a literal wall of shadows, hair stringy and sticking together thanks to congealing blood, while his shreddex shirt did nothing to hide his blood soaked chest as well. Dinok drug lightly behind him, the gargantuan blades length made it seem comical, but it was obviously a deadly tool.

"Darkul Elahad, at your service." Dark introduced himself to the others with a courteous bow, then flicked his soaked hair backward. A smile offered to those amassed would signal that

[member="Lark"] || [member="Alkor Centaris"] || [member="Aster Rose Baelor"] || [member="Thalira Kiing"] || [member="Dax Fyre"] || [member="Matthew Justice"] || [member="Lynn Nantaris"]

 

[Darth Rixas]

He stood in front of the door to his cabin, palms pressed against the cold metal.

34, 35, 36, 37...

If his estimations were correct, he'd kill two birds with one stone. Oron began to expel the force from his hands, with his intentions set on blowing the door off the hinges with a Force Push.

38, 39, 40.

He released the sightless energy with furious ardency as the sound of metal ripping apart accompanied the hinges being obliterated. The door flew into the hall, intercepting the guards patrolling past his room. The blow crushed the duo against the wall, their bodies collapsing against the ground before the door did. Oron stepped out of his cabin, his peripheral catching the sight of a third guard, tailing the first two. The guard raised his rifle, preparing to shoot down the Mandalorian but Oron was already moving, closing the distance between them with swift, quick steps. Using one hand to knock the barrel of the rifle away from his direction, Oron's other hand rapidly rose to thrust an open palm towards the guard's face. As the strike connected, Oron's eyes searched his opponent during his dazed stumble, finding the hilt of a knife. A quick hand pulled it free of its scabbard, and another rising swipe planted the 11" blade just under the guard's chin and into his head. Immediately afterwards he plucked the rifle from his hand and advanced down the hall as the body fell behind him.

Now wheres the armory.