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

[Ra Vizsla]

And Ra was greeted by.... no one.

Metal clanged as Ra stepped out into the hallway, his adrenaline pumping. The light was flickering throughout the vessel, at least where Ra stood. It seemed wherever he was - a ship, it seemed, due to all the equipment around and the feel of "artificial gravity"... it seemed he was on a ship, yes.

He looked down. Pale bone-colored metal adorned his thighs. There was no flesh to see.

He held out his hands.

Servos whirred, gears turned.

The Mand'alor didn't have much time to think much about what he was. Only one single instinct drove him, amid all of these questions of uncertainty.

Survive.​

​

Ra, getting a better feel for his legs now, took off down the hallway in a sprint and opened the next door.​

 

[Riamah]

It didn't appear her group really wanted to search for their weapons and even Drai said he didn't need one. Ra gave him an odd look at his reply and turned to the others.

"Ok, the bridge it is. Maybe one of the intersections has a map we can look at for directions."

Being out voted about the weapons irritated Ra slightly, but she kept that to herself. She hoped though they would somehow magically come across them as they looked for directions and the bridge.

"Your guess is as good as mine. Pick a direction. I can't tell one end of this ship from the other."

That was odd to her, but Ra had never been on a ship this big and the layout was not one she was familiar with.

Another thought crossed her mind as she waited to see which direction they would start in, nobody had given their names. Taking the initiative, she introduced herself.

"I'm Ra'a'mah, just call me Ra though."

Just as she finished, a door opened near them and she turned to see who or what else she had released earlier when she unlocked the doors.

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

 

[Aster Rose Baelor]

Unable to see much from her hiding place in the vents, Aster closed eyes and attempted to search the ripples of the Force for progress of the fight that ensued between the mysterious man and the guards. Unfortunately, it seemed the Force had ignored her attempts. She had exhausted too much of her limited reserves to harness it and mold it to her will.

Once the sounds of combat could no longer be heard, Aster peered out of her hiding place to meet the cold gaze of the mysterious man who had saved her, gesturing at her to move south.

Okay, she thought ignoring the many times she had been warned against blindly trusting strangers. Considering her current circumstances, it was not like she actually had a choice in the matter if she wished to escape.

Blaster in hand and ready to go, the blonde-haired teenager emerged from the vent, running past a young man, and woman and down the corridor, towards the group that seemed to have gathered.

[member="Alkor Centaris"] - [member="Dax Fyre"] - [member="Matthew Justice"] - [member="Darkul Elahad"] - [member="Lynn Nantaris"] - [member="Bella Eirson"] - [member="Thalira Kiing"] - [member="Darryl Montreux"] - [member="Lark"] + anyone else I may have missed.​

 

[Matreya]

Damien awoke to the sounds of commotion, battle ensuing all around his position. Reaching out into the Force, Damien sensed many sensitives near his position, but only one that piqued an interest. It had always been his philosophy that the most powerful were those that were in control. Hence a nod led to him rising from his bed. A wave of the hand sent the door locking him within out into the hall with an explosive ring.

Anyone watching through cameras or similar tech, would find it odd. A man sat up, seemed confused for a single second, then suddenly blasted the door off its hinges without testing whether it was locked. Now without an idea where he was, the Master of the Force was swiftly making his way toward something. It would take another Master of Mentalism to understand that in his expansion into the Force, his mind had absorbed the situations of over two dozen other individuals suffering the exact same scenario. Of course it would be the same for him. Now, he sought the power he felt.

Soon enough he rounded a corner, and let out a flare of his power. It was not an active attack, or even altering of anything save the aura another would sense. It was his means of swelling his chest, pounding, and saying look over here.

[member="Daxton Bane"]
(Sorry its rushed. Wanted to drop it before going to bed!)

 

[Daxton Bane]

[member="Darth Pikiran"]

Being invisible to physical and electronic eyes, Daxton quickly made his way from his section of the ship in search of the bridge. His captors would most likely be there and would make their interrogation so much easier. His camel skin boots padded the metal walkway as silently as a shadows whisper when he sensed a distrubance in the Force.

While there were several sensitives on board, most were of little interest to the Harbringer of Chaos, bright fireflies at best to his raging bonfire, although he did well to cloak his presence. What did seep through was enough to be sensed as a source of power that drew them like flies to honey.

Sighing softly to himself, he knew he would have to postpone the interrogation of his captors to deal with these upstarts, least they get under foot later on. Opening his shirt to reveal what looked like a healthy human stomach which had grown accustomed to good food and drink, Daxton fingers pierced the false skin and retracted two deactivated lightsabers. The weapons were still warm and sticky from their previous recepticle when Sith sealed the opening using his knowledge Masque and within seconds there was no sign of the wound at all.

Gritting his teeth as he could feel the orbalisk colony inject a massive does of toxins into his body, he waited another moment for the quickening of the pulse which signalled an increase in adrenaline. In his minds eye, the combined knowledge of Battlemind and Shatterpoint, revealed dozens of possibilities, weaknesses and stress points that could be exploited.

He hissed softly as he gripped the sabers in each hand, the myriad of hooks along the handles imbedding themselves into the skin even as the blades remained deactivated. Stridding forward he turned the corner and spotted the source of power surge.

The younger man stood confident, even arrogantly so sure of himself, it reminded him of the time he challenged the First Sith Emperor and nearly got killed in the process. Perhaps he will prove to be useful in the grand scheme of things, the only true way to find out was to put him to the test.

Stepping forward, it would appear that a young human male would seem to materialize from the shadows. He is dressed in moderately upper class clothes and held a lightsaber in either hand. His red curls would move softly in the recycled air as he addressed the other person in the hallway.

"I sensed your presence nearby and I assume there is no way I can convince you to join forces and find out what is going on?" He said in a voice brimming with charisma and confidence. While his body language indicated calm readiness, there was something off to the more careful observer. Daxton used his speech to lull his foe into a false sense of security as he waited for him to make the first move. He could sense the Dark side seeping from this one and would love nothing more to bait him into making an ill advised first strike.

 

[WelshPsych]

Yuroic continued firing at the slavers, there was only one left by the end allowing Yuroic to think that the other man could handle them. Yuroic wanted to rush towards the armory, more ammo and weapons at this point would be a good idea. He raced into another hallway and bumped into a large group of other people. He shook his head as he looked over them. Urmmmm... Hi? So... what are you guys doing?

How many people were trapped on this ship? Yuroic was surprised at the number of people caught in this trap, it seemed that these slavers were smarter than others were likely to give them credit. To have caught a number of Jedi and Force Users while also catching others, including droids, Yuroic was going to be more cautious and depend on some of the others in this group. Yuroic grabbed his rifle cautiously held it in case he had run into a group that wasn't friendly towards him.

Alkor Centaris | Dax Fyre | Matthew Justice | Darkul Elahad | Lynn Nantaris | Bella Eirson | Thalira Kiing | Darryl Montreux | Lark

 

[Priscilla Utorna]

“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….”

Typical. Attempting to keep the revolution at bay. For now, the revolution was an average blonde woman sitting in an officer uniform lying in a bed, an unknown man on the floor, dressed in a guards uniform. Probably some sleaze bag who thought they would get a night with Zhana. Not likely. While her thoughts were confused and still tired, he seemed to be knocked out, and at the very least, would provide a means for her to escape the cabin that had imprisoned her.

Scanning the body, she also found what appeared to be a small holdout blaster, nothing much, but enough to put up a fight. If they went through the trouble of launching the escape pods, somebody, something must be dangerous on this ship. Muttering of voices could be heard to the corridor down her left, and at the very least, they seemed peaceful enough to assist Zhana.

The door slid open and she approached the group, remaining calm and respectful but in a loud tone she began speaking. "Could somebody tell me what the hell is going on?"

[member="Matthew Justice"] I [member="Bella Eirson"] I [member="Dax Fyre"] I [member="Lynn Nantaris] I [member="Darkul Elahad"] I [member="Thalira Kiing"] I [member="Lark"] I [member="Alkor Centaris"] I [member="Yuroic Xeraic"]

 

[Myles Davorak]

Myles stood among the group of recently freed residents. He felt if they were all decently armed then they would have a better chance should they get in a prolonged fight.

He hadn't been on a luxurious ship like this before, not knowing which way to go troubled him slightly. He kept his ears aware of any combat movement on the floor above them or in the distance.

"My guess is that the bridge would be heavily guarded, so with that being the case, we could follow the sound of combat."

He pondered a moment and added another brief reply "Myles Davorak by the way, shame we all had to meet in these.....dire circumstances."

If they could safely get to the bridge before they reach Nar Shaddaa, things would be more in their favor

"Well if we head to the bridge now, chances are we will be outnumbered. Should we get more survivors and weapons before heading there? Not really doubting any of you.....I run...freelance security and with a ship this big, they have to have an effective and sizable force to guard this vessel with all of us."

He looked down the hallway with the blaster pistol at the ready in case guards managed to head their way. If they could find a directory, they would be in business
[member="Ra'a'mah"] [member="Benjamin Erinhart"] [member="Ra Vizsla"] [member="Drai Kor"]

 

[Zxthunder]

Myles stood among the group of recently freed residents. He felt if they were all decently armed then they would have a better chance should they get in a prolonged fight.

He hadn't been on a luxurious ship like this before, not knowing which way to go troubled him slightly. He kept his ears aware of any combat movement on the floor above them or in the distance.

"My guess is that the bridge would be heavily guarded, so with that being the case, we could follow the sound of combat."

He pondered a moment and added another brief reply "Myles Davorak by the way, shame we all had to meet in these.....dire circumstances."

If they could safely get to the bridge before they reach Nar Shaddaa, things would be more in their favor

"Well if we head to the bridge now, chances are we will be outnumbered. Should we get more survivors and weapons before heading there? Not really doubting any of you.....I run...freelance security and with a ship this big, they have to have an effective and sizable force to guard this vessel with all of us."

He looked down the hallway with the blaster pistol at the ready in case guards managed to head their way. If they could find a directory, they would be in business
[member="Ra'a'mah"] [member="Benjamin Erinhart"] [member="Ra Vizsla"] [member="Drai Kor"]

Dria Kor quickly responded sounding a bit rushed.
"I don't think we have time to look for more people" He points down the hall at the door that just opened "especially right now."
Not knowing what or who is going to walk through the door way, not knowing if its going to be a friend or a foe he gets ready for a fight.

 

[Matreya]

While appearing young, Damien had lived to amass the knowledge of more than three thousand years, and the thousands of minds he had ripped knowledge from. Much like his Master, Voracitos, Damien was a powerhouse of mental abilities. But it was not his soul ability to manipulate the mind. No, his greatest feat was his alchemical knowledge and prowess. Which had begun with molecular manipulation, at first by Dimension Shift. It was an ancient ability, one he presumed to be the only being alive that could access.

Holding out a hand, Damien smiled, warmly seeming, "No, there really is not. As well, just because the curiosity will kick my ass, what form did you use to manipulate the Force into invisibility? I have spent more than a thousand hours in massive combat with a specialist of Force Stealth. He used bent light, White Current, even attempted to use mental projections." Then the mentioned above power came into play, alongside a second skill. With a bright luminescent flare of blue, Damien's eyes signalled that he had begun to Force Walk, to provide a massive boost in power. The dozens of spirits he had bound to his own body fueled the sudden conjuration of Lymmahtun, beginning at a microscopic dot on his hand until it grew to proper size.

Holding out his other hand, another pulse conjured Tantibus from the same way. This he strapped to his back, but made sure the blade was not entirely housed correctly in its scabbard. The blade being evident, would immediately cascade volumes of Force Fear into the air. His Masterwork blade had bested the last Sith Emperor before himself, Jedi Masters, even Witches. It was simply a never ending source of insanity fueling fear, until housed once more in its sheath, that would spread slowly outward unending.

Lymmahtun however he held in his right hand, gesturing with his left as he spoke more, "I am going to fight you. You will, if i am to be honest, be my first real battle in a decade. So please, be a good one." Next he concentrated on heavily vacuuming excess power from the Force around him, the ability to do so fueled by the crystalline sword which boosted said skill. Once more he mentally swore at Rave for her alchemical prowess which in many ways was better than his own.

"Are you ready for what will come?" Damien asked, arched brow showing high on his face as he took a step forward.

[member="Daxton Bane"]

 

[Vaezan Xiluk]

Dria Kor quickly responded sounding a bit rushed.
"I don't think we have time to look for more people" He points down the hall at the door that just opened "especially right now."
Not knowing what or who is going to walk through the door way, not knowing if its going to be a friend or a foe he gets ready for a fight.

Two cloaked figures emerged from the doorway down the hall, their cloaks were as dark as night and their features were hidden... they didn't appear to be soldiers, nor did they appear to be wealthy passengers either...

One of the two lowered his dark hood slowly revealing a crimson skinned Chagrian with distinct obsidian colored tattoos... his fierce yellow eyes gazed at the group that eyed him warily.. the other cloaked figure lowered their hood as well, revealing a younger Chagrian, also of crimson skin and had a similar likeness to his companion... they appeared to be father and son.

Vaezan, the older of the two, addressed the group briefly. "The path ahead is clear... I suggest we get moving if we plan to find a way off of this ship."

 

[Dax Perl]

As [member="Matthew Justice"] spoke, a blast bolt snapped over Dax's head, earning the man who'd fired the shot a very quick but painful death by Force Lightning. "Don't worry, lips are sealed." he said, turning to the girl on the floor, apparently covered in cleaning supplies. His curiosity was piqued as she shot a web-like substance from her wrists, hoisting herself up, then disarming two men with them. A neat trick. Dax followed her disarming of the men with a vicious Force push, tossing the two men backwards, into the walls knocking them unconscious, following with another torrent of flames, instead aimed at the floor, intending to block off the incoming forces. "That should help a little." he said to the shadowy figure that had originally exploded his door.

And suddenly their small group had exploded into nearly a dozen angry tenants of this trap-ship. Several shadowy figures had joined there ranks, some royalty apparently, Jedi and other Forcers as well. But one stood out more than any other. The one from Myrkr. "You!" Dax lunged at the red-headed man's throat, fully intent on throttling the man to death. The last time he'd seen the man, he'd watched as the man massacred an entire city. Not something he was content with allowing to go unpunished.

[member="Bella Eirson"] | [member="Lynn Nantaris"] | [member="Darth Abyss"] | [member="Alkor Centaris"] | [member="Lark"] | [member="Darkul Elahad"] | [member="Aster Rose Baelor"] | [member="Yuroic Xeraic"] | @anyone-else-I-missed

 

[Thorald Magnusson]

He grabbed Dax quickly before he could start a brawl between the groups. Watching as more and more people had joined them he had continued to fight off as he waited for Dax to move but when he lunged at the man he knew he had to stop them from fighting.

"Look here and listen well, you have beef? Good but right now my life and everyone else's here is on the line, and if you call yourself good at all in your life you will drop it and help me and these people get off this ship so help me I will make sure that if you don't we will all die, and you want that as much as I do. So DROP IT!"

His voice would only just barely come over the sounds coming throughout the ship as he stared the other man down holding him back and standing in between him and the other man. The other people in the group fending off hordes of guards coming to attack them as the two of them stood locked in a staring battle, unsure of who would win, the force user, or the determined survivor.

[member="Dax Fyre"] | [member="Aster Rose Baelor"] | [member="Yuroic Xeraic"] | [member="Darkul Elahad"] | [member="Lark"] | [member="Alkor Centaris"] | [member="Darth Abyss"] | [member="Lynn Nantaris"] | [member="Bella Eirson"] | @ Everyone-else I missed |

 

[Alkor Centaris]

Everyone grouped up and checked their equipment. Standard- that was good. They needed to move quickly, though- the threat was far from gone. Alkor watched the far end of the hall, where the sounds of enemy forces grouping up twisted evident from around the corners. His hair stood on end as he glanced sidelong at the group- were they trained for situations like this? Would they turn into a liability halfway into the engagement? He didn't have the luxury of assessing them and getting to know their weaknesses.

His teeth grit into his lip and drew blood. Focus,​ he reminded himself. ​No time to think about unknown factors. Concentrate on what you do know.

​Alkor opened his mouth to speak, but before he could, [member="Dax Fyre"] lunged at Lark, and [member="Matthew Justice"] stepped in. Alkor took a step forward and put himself between the two men and Lark. "Udesii." ​he hissed. Blood splashed from between his teeth as he spoke. His frost colored eyes matched the tenacity of the other man with level headed stoicism. "Is now the best time? I don't care what you do once we get out of this, but right now we need to work ​together."

​He took a deep breath. The posturing and dissent between these two only made the situation more volatile.

"Move!" One of the voices from down the hall called out.

​"Take cover!" Alkor called out. "We can slow their advance if we choke them here." He grabbed [member="Lark"] by the shoulder and pulled him to where he could whisper. "You take the southern end of the corridor. Put some distance between you and your friend."

After he pushed the redhead down the hall, Alkor turned and pointed his weapon northward. He angled a shot for the ceiling and fired. The loud back was quickly followed by a hail of sparks. The lights fluctuated violently. "Everyone else, pick a direction. The ship isn't big, but we need to clear out this deck and move for the bridge."

The chamber clicked and revolved as it loaded a new round. Alkor leveled the weapon forward and took another breath. Several enemies poured out from around the corner and heated bolts of energy raced past his face and torso, narrowly. He threw himself into the small space hollowed out that opened into one of the residential dorms. His eyes moved to [member="Darkul Elahad"], the closest melee combatant who he could signal. "I'll cover you," he called to the other man. "Clear that point so we can advance. Their weapons are less effective at close range."

He peeked out and waited for one of the opposed fireteam to come into view. He pulled the trigger. The blast took a chunk out of the wall, and the man tumbled out from cover reeling. The first shot hadn't killed him, but he lost his weapon. "Pull him back!" one of the voices cried. "For god's sake, Hodge, get him back here!"

"Now!" Alkor snapped. "Everyone, ​move!"

​​[member="Aster Rose Baelor"], [member="Yuroic Xeraic"], [member="Darth Abyss"], [member="Lynn Nantaris"], [member="Bella Eirson"], [member="Darryl Montreux"], @Everyone I may have missed​

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Explanation: Everyone pick North or ​South.​

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​​North ​will move with Alkor through the First Fireteam to secure Choke Point Alpha​

​​South ​will move with Lark to secure Choke Point Bravo, where the reinforcements will be grouping up.​

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​For the sake of simplicity, Dax will be moving with Alkor to prevent tensions with Lark.​

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We will be regrouping at the elevator that leads to the bridge level. The deck is a rectangle, so this shouldn't be too incredibly difficult.​

 

[Matreya]

(For clarity, I envisioned we were now in a larger section of the hall. To the north is a T section were the hall the soldiers are amassed. If that sounds wrong, let me know.)

Dark offered an exagerated bow, more as a humorous than a rude gesture, "Aye-aye." Leaning against the wall as he took a deep breath, while concentrating on the Force for a moment, Dark heard shots begin to fire from down the hall. All the while he let the Force flow into his muscles, the energy present in all things began to buff his muscles. The sinew, marrow of his bones, joints in his body began to hum with power. When he opened his eyes they shimmered a red hue, so deep it was almost scarlet.

Activating the Force aura around Dinok, Dark lurched from his position. The speed in which he lunged allowed him to slide across the floor for a large distance, where upon he held the large blade with a hand on each of the proper holds along the hilt, blade pointed skyward. When he neared the corner where Alkor had shot, sending a man into the open, he flipped the blade so the dull edge of the blade faced forward. At the last possible moment, just before showing himself to his future opponents, Dark kicked off the ground.

Still holding his blade lovingly in two hands, dull edge usable as the attack side, he sailed straight and horizontal like an arrow. At the opposite side of the perpendicular hall, Dark flipped mid air to land in a cushioned crouch against the wall, then he dropped down, swinging the blade as he did so. With the enhanced power of his Sanguinius Vampirikan muscles, the dull blade slammed into a man who was huddled near the others. Immediately the power behind it would force multiple of the bodies into the opening, straight for Alkor to pick off.

Meanwhile he flipped the blade back to its deadly angle, and whipped it back, cleaving straight into an opponents chest, where it lodged into his armor.

[member="Lark"] || [member="Alkor Centaris"] || [member="Aster Rose Baelor"] || [member="Thalira Kiing"] || [member="Dax Fyre"] || [member="Matthew Justice"] || [member="Lynn Nantaris"] || ​​[member="Yuroic Xeraic"] || [member="Darth Abyss"] || [member="Bella Eirson"] || [member="Darryl Montreux"] || @Everyone else i missed

 

[Thalira Kiing]

@Anyone In The Armory

When the new groups of hostiles showed up, Thalira reacted by hiding behind a control panel, until she realized what it was. They were in the armory, so this was a Security Terminal. Thalira could do some damage to the enemy with it. Once the opportune moment arose, Thalira rushed to the other side of the terminal, hopping in to the chair in front of it. Keeping her head down, she started typing away, easily hacking through the security despite her splitting headache. She entered a few commands, then a mechanical voice sounded throughout the speakers of the ship, saying "All available security, report to Level 1 immediately."

After it finished speaking, Thalira quickly got back to behind the security terminal, hiding from blaster fire. She looked around the armory for Lark, but through the ensuing chaos, and with the large group of her fellow escapees, she couldn't spot him anywhere. "Ah kark." She looked around a bit more, before readying her blaster for fighting. She hopped out from her cover, firing a barrage of blaster bolts at the first hostile she saw. Only one of the shots hit the guy, but it would be enough to stun him. 'I'll be damned if I don't make a profit here.' She began to move to the south exit of the armory, moving from cover to cover.

 

[Lark]

Others nearby: [member="Darkul Elahad"] [member="Admiral Solstice"] [member="Yuroic Xeraic"] [member="Aster Rose Baelor"] [member="Lynn Nantaris"] [member="Darth Abyss"] [member="Bella Eirson"] [member="Darryl Montreux"] And any others I missed

A large group of passengers gathered amongst themselves in the hallway, like sheep herded into a pen. But these sheep were not docile prey, and they would not be easily led into slaughter. Lark observed the band of curious figures, and he noted the presence of a man he had not seen since a fateful event so long ago, when Lark was still a child. That man had recognized him quicker, however, and lunged towards Lark with intent to kill. Another man intervened before [member="Dax Fyre"] could finish his attack, holding him back as he thrust out in anger. How serendipitous, that fate would place them here, together, in a situation where their cooperation could mean the difference between life and death for not only them, but the others vying for survival, as [member="Matthew Justice"] pointed out. "Hello Dax Fyre," Lark said, with a voice as soft as a ghost and a smile as warm as sunlight. "It's been a long time, I'm glad you haven't forgotten me." He eyed Dax through blood-red hair in a serene manner, but he did not feign innocence. He scarcely heard the plan [member="Alkor Centaris"] put forward, and the tension between himself and Dax burned strongly enough to rival the inferno that raged nearby. Lark became deaf to the sirens blaring only feet above his head, and only one thought floated around his mind.

To attack, or not?

Lark knew the answer. He turned away from the rest of the group, and led the way towards the southern hallway. But he'd see Dax once the two groups met at the bridge, and he looked forward to what would happen when the captors were dealt with. Thoughts of selling their captors to the slavers left his mind, there were to many to simply incapacitate while remaining safe. He'd capture those he could, and he knew [member="Thalira Kiing"] was still determined to make a profit. But now, different thoughts consumed his mind. This really has been...

...such an interesting vacation.

 

[Daxton Bane]

[member="Darth Pikiran"]

"To understand the concept of Light, there must be Darkness, by which to compare it to. Otherwise how will one know one from other. You see me similarly because I choose to show you a comparison. " he replied before chuckling softly to himself. Beneath his "skin" the orbalisk colony was stirring, flooding his system with toxins that enhanced his already forminable reflexes. The corrupted shard of the Heart of Darkness sang in his head, filling it with hymn of Death and Destruction, washing away Fear and once more triggering his inner madness. True the fear was lingering but in his battle mad state his primal mind was focused on destroying his foe.

In his inner eye, dozens of Shatterpoint projections showed him a multitude of possibilities, as he softly confessed, "And to think I was worried about getting bored. I was born ready, are you?"

Tapping into the Force, he launched two dozen air spheres at his opponent. Each sphere was as big as two fists, composed of highly packed Force Air, invisible to naked eye capable of striking with the impact of a heavy blaster, would target his opponents exposed joints and limbs, battering them prior to combat. This was one devious trick he had learned while mastering the Elemental Air and Earth, as well as Sith Magic.

Igniting both sabers, they hissed sapphire blue and emerald green in the corridors half light, as he dropped into what appeared to be a defensive stand. But in reality he was already releasing the Force Tentacles out of his back, through constant use each tentacle was now strong enough to catch a small starfighter in orbit and crush it to bits, imagine what it could do to mere organic flesh, he would paint the ways with crimson ichor should his foe make the mistake of drawing close.

 

[Matreya]

The moment speech began from the other, Damien could sense that battle had begun. Not in the preternatural sense of things, rather that a simple warriors instict said that, yes, the invitation had been accepted. Hence he reached out with a mental ability that had potential for countering shatterpoint itself, or other such attacks - Farsight. Much how beings used the Force for visions, his variant long honed was to see attacks as they came. There was no movement too note, but the moment he opened himself to the Farsight, Damien sensed an attack was launched.

Instantly he erected his own unseen power, without movement of his body conjured a Force Barrier. Again, his was not the generalized style, more of a manipulation of molecules around him. Condensing them, he made a thin wall of pressure between he and his opponent. The second he conjured it, powerful forces of kinetic power slammed into his shield.

Damien arched a brow, "What is this I sense..?" He murmured, next as he dropped the shield, his mind touched upon a darkness... But he couldn't see anything, yet again... Some form of attack was being prepared.

Picking up speed slightly in his walk, Damien continued his draw on the Force. Already now between the two powerful Masters, the air crackled and thundered. It was as if a small hurricane was amidst them. But with every moment that passed his power grew exponentially. An Anzati that had consumed more soup than days in every year he had lived, this was already dangerous. One whom was also a powerful Force Walker, with dozens of Spirits to back his strength, even worse. But with Lymmahtun as well...

Not as if he could know that the being he faced was immensely strong, as well as backed by Orbalisks, and more arcane power than he had ever heard of...

This was going to be a battle too remember.

"Let's say that I attack your mind. What kind of defenses will I find?" A cocky grin emerged from the face of one versed in every mental ability that he could find. Evem rarer abilities like Memnotherapy.

[member="Daxton Bane"]

 

[Riamah]

Ra listened to the other's words and nodded. The direction they had come was as quiet as tomb and she now turned her attention to the two that came out a door in front of them.

They both wore cloaks and covered their heads. One of the lowered his and said the way ahead was clear. They also offered no open hostility so Ra did not raise her weapon at them.

"So where to boys? Is there an intersecting hallway your direction?"

She addressed this at the two new figures.

"Did you find weapons? I don't have any extras for you."

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