Help Me, Obi-Wan Kenobi [Republic Dominion of Alderaan]

[Artemis Vahl'Nyx]

LOCATION: Outside Rift, Unknown District​

Falling. Down, down, down, into the seemingly endless abyss that was the Rift- a tear in the universe itself. Nyx didn't know how long it took to reach the end. Nor would she ever. For partway down the world turned to blackness. Our poisoned hero plummeted through time and space all while unconscious. Who knows how long she fell for? When the focus returned she was flat against the ground. Everything hurt. Had she slammed into the ground? No, that... she would have been a lot worse. There was no way she'd still be able to walk after a fall like that. Could... could she walk now? Groggily the woman pushed herself up, up, up. Every movement felt like a shockbox glove to the gut. But she managed. I've been through worse, I've been through worse, she kept telling herself, scowling all the while. Yes, she could walk, but not easily. Opening her eyes was- they were open. That was the issue. Something was blocking her vision. That was it. No way she had gone blind or anything.​

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The poison hadn't reached both eyes, had it?...​

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Desperately the Zorren brushed her hair back, wiping at her eyes with renewed vigor. Oh, if only, if only there wasn't mud on her hands... if only her claws didn't rake against her face... For a moment she could see again. Bodies- bodies everywhere. Some moving, others just moaning, some staying as still as could be. But then blood spilled from her forehead... down to her eyes... it came faster than she could wipe it away. I have to stop this, she thought, grabbing around for some sort of cloth. There! She tore at the fabric, ignoring the mumblings of its wearer, ripping off a decently sized strip. It only took a minute to (messily) wrap the makeshift bandage around her head. A few wipes of the last of the scrap (apparently part of a white robe) let her gaze return to the scene around her. They had just escaped one hell to enter another. This one, however, had no boiling blood or she-devils. Just the remains of a panicked world. Chaos. Vong-formed chaos. That's what this was.​

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"What... what the frak?... Oh Gods, my head... I... I have to kill."​

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There had to someone around her. Someone she could tear apart! Still enraged, and controlled by the Sith Poison in her veins, she pulled out her borrowed lightsaber, ignited it (with a familiar snap-hiss), and limped into the fray. Drapeam Nyx followed her favorite sounds: Those of combat.​

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@Anyone and everyone.​

NOTES: ​

Weapon list: Two standard vibroblades, two BTI-WB-Woebringer Blaster Pistols, one red lightsaber.​

Injuries: Sith Poison in veins, burns on both arms, cuts along forehead + arms, minor ankle injury, bruised rib.​

State of Mind: COMPLETELY ENRAGED; APPROACH WITH CAUTION; CONTROLLED BY POISON​

EXITED NETHERWORLD, ENTERED ALDERAAN​

 

[Faith Organa]

Faith had come in on one of the few transport ships she now stood in what had once been Aldera. Her heart broke in millions of shattered pieces as the weight of the destruction hit her.

Her home was an abomination, the skies no longer held the thranta and so far no word had reached her that there were any. Her personal guards surrounded her as she stood there. The creatures that had infested or that did infest were rumbling. Vines inched. How did one get rid of this?

She frowned part of her wanted to go to the home where she had been raised some had been spared some had not. She couldn't imagine it was still standing.

 

[Roshki Belawiiks]

[SIZE=medium][member="Corvus Raaf"] [member="Ardeo Sophos"] [member="Kian Karr"] [member="Uri Aureleos"][/SIZE]

[SIZE=medium]I was falling, falling, falling. It was an odd sensation, one which made my skin tingle – like an electric current was coursing through my body. I could see nothing, hear nothing, feel nothing but the electricity. My ears were deaf. My vocal chords were silent. My eyes saw nothing but a reddish black. It consumed everything. It was everything. Then, suddenly, a light. A light, that began to grow. And the tingling feeling began to give way to an odder sensation – one which began to fill me, one that was both familiar and foreign, like a face from a long-lost memory. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=medium]As the light continued to grow, I was finally able to recognize the sensation and couldn’t help but feel a glimmer of excitement. I was coming home![/SIZE]

[SIZE=medium]She was on her back in an unfamiliar field. The grass was tall, and swayed softly in the wind. The sun was bright and its light warmed her. It was a peaceful place, a place where nature was at its most beautiful. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=medium]The Togruta stood, looking down in surprise at her feet. Her injured, bleeding feet. The scabs that had formed began to crack, and red tears began to seep from them. She still wore her nightgown, covered in grime and dirt. In her hand she still held that bone, that long, white bone which served as a memento from that other place. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=medium]A soft moan caused the girl to whip her head to her left. There, not even ten feet from her, was the Rodian. The Rodian who had pulled her over the edge, into the blood pool. Tilting her head, the girl’s lips pulled back into a savage grin which lacked humour. Instead, it was filled with horrible, ugly rage. “It’s time to make good on my promise,” she whispered. “And then, Karr pays!”[/SIZE]

[SIZE=medium]The Togruta let loose with a cry so filled with bloodlust and hate, it would have sent shivers down the most hardened of criminals. The Rodian stirred, and she sensed the same rage within him. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=medium]Wait! I cried out. You’re back home! You have the Force again! Don’t kill him! But it was no use.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=medium]The rage only served to further stoke her own flames, and with another roar the girl charged forward. Dropping all rhyme and reason, forgetting all of the lessons on combat that she’d learned, the girl ran with only one thought in mind: Kill the Rodian. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=medium]She and the Rodian began to fight, their actions resembling savage, mindless animals more than sentients. They continued to exchange roars and blows. By now, the girl’s feet were even more ravaged, and the nerve endings throbbed, but the manifesting rage masked any and all injuries she took. Finally, the girl managed to duck under the Rodian’s clawed hand and whacked the side of his head with the bone. As his head snapped to the side, she punched him in the gut and sent him onto his back. Though her arms and feet were bleeding profusely, and one of her montrals had sustained a bite wound, she moved as if she was unscathed. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=medium]She leapt onto the Rodian’s chest and landed blow after blow onto his face and neck, punching until she could sense no more life in the carcass. Then, and only then, did she stop.[/SIZE]

 

[Laguz Vald]

Location: The Known Galaxy (yay!); Alderaan
Objective: Kill? Kill. <
Allies: Rage
Enemies: You

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The change in scenery was instantaneous; unfortunately, the change in xir speed wasn't. All the hopes of the rift slowing xem down were ground to dust the moment Laguz was spat out of Netherworld, covered in sticky blood and gore.

Rebirth, it was the last rational, if rather morbidly amused thought before a sudden urge hit xem straight in the gut. The hunter doubled over in the trampled grass, dripping red and growling like a beast as the impulse coursed through xir veins. With every beat of xir heart... hearts? In xir long life, the shifter had borne many a skin, and a whole lot of them had belonged to monsters, killers and predators; all those beasts were now coalescing into something gruesome, otherworldly and abominable as Laguz tried and failed to fight the primal instincts taking over.

Xir form pulsed and morphed, an ever-mutating amalgam of creatures both real and fantastical, and a long tongue sneaked out of the wide, toothy mouth as xe rose on xir haunches. With a blood-curdling roar, the hunter set off to sate xir ravenous hunger, an unstoppable, unfathomable monstrosity that wouldn't stop until the red clouding its mind was gone. Any and all that would stand in xir way would be left bleeding and broken underfoot if they were lucky; if not, the raging beast would tear them apart with claw and teeth alike.

 

[Sabena Shai]

As events continued to unfold on the ground and near the Rift, Sabena had to tend to the Sith squadron in the air. There was a signal sent to Sabena and the rest in the air to rendezvous at a certain location.

Without any argument, Sabena and those that were left raced their way to the midair coordinate. It took all the wit Sabena had in order to avoid a swift death in the unshielded Star Interceptor.

After several close calls, Sabena and two other remaining Republic star fighters reached the rendezvous point. Once there, they along with the Sith fighters would have been met by an armed Republic corvette - [member="Geneviève Lasedri"]’s own.

 

[Ardeo Sophos]

OOC((question. So is this dominion over? Like are we done posting here and moving on?))