HK - You're My Only Hope (FWC, Metal Lords)

[Shamira Karuto]

[SIZE=12pt]With the zombies piling up underneath them to reach up to the catwalk, with some already on the metal hanging area, the pair needed to make a decision on what they were going to do soon, or be caught in an of no win whatsoever situation. So instead of staying still, exactly the opposite of what she did on Serenade, the Padawan raised her blaster, putting two quick shots into the next zombie in front of them on the platform. And the next. And the next. Until the two forcers had a clear path to the grated ventilation system.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]“Come on! We’ve got a path!” Shamira lifted the bodies with the force, tossing them over the side of the platform, each hitting the floor with a thud. There was a small glimmer of hope that the zombies might be interested in their dead brethren on the floor, but up to this point no species of zombie seemed interested in eating undead meat. It was certainly a shame. Not that the Padawan could do extensive research at this point.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]Storming forward to the end of the catwalk, right above the entrance to the rest of the ship, Shamira found the air vent locked tightly. Groaning lightly, the Togruta pulled her lightsaber from her hip, igniting the yellow blade before drilling it into the vent cover, beginning to cut her way into it. “If you could give me some cover while I do this, sweetcheeks, I’d be quite appreciative!” At least the metal wasn’t thick, as seen by the lightsaber having cut a fourth of the way to a circle in a few mere seconds. Shamria wouldn’t need Laira to cover her for long, but it was absolutely needed from her position with her back turned to the rest of the cargo bay. Behind her, she could hear zombies beginning to clamber onto the platform, and new the pair’s time was running very thin very quickly.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]| [/SIZE][member="Laira Vereen"] |​

 

[Faith Organa]

[member="HK-36"] | [member="Julius Sedaire"] | [member="Vigil"] | [member="Sor-Jan Xantha"]

A summons for help she imagined that was easy for him what just like key a system and have it hit send. He was afterall not an 'organic' "Sounds good I can't wait to meet all of them."

Then if on cue the voices began, and appearances of the help he called summoned to come. Faith kept that smile on her face the one she wore constantly when around others. Nod, smile, nod smile. But most of all listen. "Mr. Orwell" The only Orwell she recalled was an author who wrote about social injustice. Before she could begin the story for the benefit of Mr. Orwell another entered the room.

"He called because I need help." She watched him mindful of her own movements and tone of her voice. "I was brought this chip by a friend who found it embedded in his companion. It has a lot of data on it but I need to know who it belongs to." Could they help? HK had referred to the slicers for the Coalition they had not been able to.

She knew none of them but she would trust in HK that these were trustworthy, reliable personnel who could figure this out.

 

[HK-36]

While HK and [member="Faith Organa"] waited for [member="Sor-Jan Xantha"] to arrive it seems that it would not take so long for others to come in as one of the protocol droids at Faith's employ approached them and spoke in the voice of [member="Vigil"], the Metal Lord AI possessing the body of the droid, or as HK thought, slicing into it, still not knowing that Vigil was an AI. The ancient droid turned to look upon the remotely controlled protocol droid, hiding his outrage at the move and holding himself back as the other machine said its piece, at least Vigil reassured them that the protocol droid would be unharmed, hoping that he was not lying to them, although the idea of controlling another one of their brethren against their will to act as a messenger did not sat completely right with him.

Either way HK did not had time to dwell on the issue as the door leading to the room where they gathered opened and [member="Julius Sedaire"] strode in, the Corellian approaching them rather quickly, in his usual rather appearance, making the machine turn towards him, taking the note of the silvery metallic vein on parts of his exposed skin, prepared to shake the man's hand as much as get into a fist fight with him. It was no secret that the relations between Corellians and Metal Lords were tense, with the issue of Corellian independence being brought almost as soon as the machines settled on neighboring planets, causing a portion of Corellians to preemptively sent invitations to Metal Lords to gain the droid patronage, in turn leading to a portion of more hasty droids to accept it. This lead to outrage and a string of rebellious threats, which the Droid Lords answered by gathering over Corellia and meeting with the FWC representatives, signing a unanimous edict which acknowledged Corellian independence and respected their ability to choose whether they would remain within Droid Space, join the Alderaan Coalition, or remain independent. Currently the planet was in a weird state of being one of the so-called Sovereign Planets within Droid Space, part of Metal Lord territory although without any Metal Lord controlling it until a decision was made by the Corellians as to which faction to align with, whether it was because no one found it worthwhile, or in Corellia's case, because they gave them guarantee they would not interfere with their government or loyalty decision and breaking this edict would probably lead to rebellion and civil war which no droid wanted to deal with.

Either way, Faith spoke up once more, addressing both Orwell and Julius, glancing to her the machine would nod before speaking as well,

"Summons seemed more fitting rather than 'hey, come up here', although you got here rather quickly, were you waiting behind the door already?"

He begun with a quip addressed towards Julius,

"I also summoned you specifically, Julius Sedaire, to make you aware of this situation before we did anything. The Council of Lords would be furious with me if I broke the promise we made to Corellia after the lengths we went to to proclaim that we will respect the planet and Corellian League's sovereignty, and personally I do not need to deal with another wave of threats of open rebellion. Before any Metal Lord or an agent of ours breaks through Corellia's atmosphere and sets a foot upon the planet, I need to have assurance from the League that you will not see this as Metal Lord interference with Corellian independence. I also believe, from you reputation, that once we will slice and decrypt the chip in question, you would have access to the connections needed on Corellia in order to track the source of it, I have reasons to believe it will lead us into the Corelliand Criminal Underworld."

HK explained before motioning to the protocol droid currently being remotely controlled by Vigil,

"This is Mr. Orwell, or at least his remotely controlled avatar, he works with the Lord Librarian VG-01, together they represent the best slicers among the Metal Lords. I also summoned Young Sor-Jan in case you were indisposed, as you were when we proclaimed that Corellia would be sovereign, while he was there as witness on the League's behalf, and because of his slicing abilities."

The droid would turn to look at Faith then,

"If there is anyone who would be able to uncover the secrets of this chip, it will be the Lord Librarian and Sor-Jan working together."

 

[Laira Darkhold]

Laira maneuvered to position herself behind Shamira, taking on her defense while the Togruta cut her way into the air vent. The fact that it had been locked was beneficial. It lessened the likelihood there would be hunters within the vents waiting for them. With only a few unaccounted for beings aboard the ship, the Redhead liked their chances much better.

Her blaster barked again and again, shearing burning furrows into the grates and zombies alike, normally causing them to fall or stumble when she did. They'd killed more than a few and the numbers were starting to thin. The girls needed to move and fight, move and fight until they wittled the whole horde down if they were going to try it that way. The other option was to go straight for the bridge. It would be quicker that way, and less likely they got trapped.

Her blaster fired and then she holstered it, aware that it was empty. "Move Sha." Her voice was not as flirty or honey filled as it had been now that they were in trouble. Her spear slid from its sheath and elongated from a small machette to a full length spear in her hands. The first ghouls were crawling upwards and onto the catwalk and approaching them. The first, Laira kicked with all her might, sending it backwards and into another buying the girls a precious few seconds.

[member="Shamira Karuto"]

 

[Sor-Jan Xantha]

Someone better be validating parking.

It had been a short trip, the Alderaan Queen lifting off from Corellia Digital's headquarters on Drall and then flying just one planet over for the rendezvous in orbit of Corellia.

For a meeting with... the Alderaan Queen.

To be quite honest, when he'd named the YT-2400, he never actually thought he'd be meeting with an Alderaan Queen.

He'd invite her to tour her namesake... if the ship wasn't a ginormous piece of junk. She'd make point-seven past lightspeed though.

On a good day.

Occasionally.

Coming around the corner and the tow-headed boy was presented with the Aing-Ti Fan Boy, Rustbucket Arsehole, and that brunette from the Corellian independence meeting. The one where they'd talked regulation and trade.

...so, was that Faith of Alderaan?

And there was another droid there as well. But these were Metal Lords. There were droids everywhere!

To be honest, if it was just Julius and HK-whatever-his-number-was, Sor-Jan probably would have spun right around and gone back to lounging in his beanbag chair. But the brunette had seemed like a reasonable enough person, especially for a girl. And she definitely smelled better than either of the folks she was with, so... he was here.

Now what?

"If the Queen of Alderaan's here, then at least I can assume we're not knocking off the casinos at Canto Bight," the youngling quipped dryly.

[member="HK-36"] | [member="Faith Organa"] | [member="Julius Sedaire"] | [member="Vigil"]​

 

[Vigil]

"You flatter me, Lord Protector. I am sure with my plentiful resources, a simple chip would be a trifling matter to deal with." Of course, his artificial brain was already running calculations, even as he waited for this [member="Sor-Jan Xantha"] to arrive. Calculating his top processing speed, factoring in the strongest grades of encryption he could conceive of, compounding it with the necessity of illusion to his false organic nature, three days perhaps. Truthfully it would take no more than one, as he had the luxury of being capable of round-the-clock decryption, but two days would factor in how an organic would sleep, eat, and handle waste products. Of course, if VG-01, his droid body, indeed had to work alongside said boy, then it would be a matter of deceiving them the entire process.

The protocol droid with Vigil's instance turned to face both [member="Julius Sedaire"] as he entered, and the boy after him. What, a strange, collection. He'd document this later.. for now he'd rather respond to the child's quip in kind. "Though it would be a great joy to watch the expressions of the rich as their funds whittle away to naught. Perhaps later. I shall presume you to be this 'Sor-Jan' then. I suppose we will be working together then, I do hope we can start such a commitment off on the right feet. It would be, disappointing otherwise."

Ah yes, exiting hyperspace now would be the automated vessel containing VG-01. In but a few short minutes the ship would dock, and he would have to excuse himself. But, that would still have to wait for Sor-Jan to be briefed, and frankly for an acceptance from either of them. Speaking of which... "Of course, Lord Protector, I will be expecting my usual payment from the Lords, discounted as it is. After all, this is a business, and I cannot afford to be liberal with my exemptions." It was as much a jest as anything serious, when had HK forgotten to compensate Vigil for his unique services?

@HK-36 @Faith Organa

 

[STaCLO]

After a good long ride through space the droid had finally made it to Corellia. SN wondered how many other people there would be. Maybe it'd be like a large convention. He thought of all the people he could possibly interact with or observe, and he loved observing others. Plus it was an opportunity to see his queen, why would he pass up something like that? On the way SN would tighty himself up some. Such as buttoning up his long coat and straightening his commander's hat. Not too much longer he'd make his way to the meeting room that sheltered the Queen and the Droid leader. As he stepped in he had his hands behind his back. His medals gleamed in the light, clearly recently polished, possibly for the occasion, and was wearing Epaulettes on his shoulders. It could easily be assumed that the droid had a superiority complex, which would be right given that those medals and ribbons weren't SN's.

"Hello everyone." He greeted, "My apologies if I'm late, I had some, business that needed attending." By that he meant bounty hunting. It was clear SN was trying to act very well mannered. Seeing the familiar HK unit that he fought alongside with the droid tipped his hat as a way of saying "hey there". Then looked over at the fellow protocol droid similar to himself. Two individuals he didn't recognized, one being a Jedi and the other a child. He assumed that they were on the same side as him. Then finally there was her majesty Queen Faith. "Please, don't mind me, I'm just here for the occasion." The droid said, not wanting to be in anyone's way.

 

[Shamira Karuto]

[SIZE=12pt]It was getting worse. The whole situation was very close to consuming both of the warriors, and the only thing holding back the approaching hoard was the height the pair were at, and the unending impressiveness of the redhead protecting the forcer’s back. Even her voice in this situation was unwavering, giving the Togruta more confidence as she finally cut through the grate, proceeded to crawl in, and tugged at the redhead by her belt loop. “Get in here! I’ve got something that’ll buy us a minute.”[/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]Shamira waited by her cut entrance for Laira to climb in before crawling halfway out, pulling off a glove as she did so. Placing a hand flat against the grating, the Padawan took a deep breath to settle herself before sending waves upon waves of electricity through the metal grating. It would send dangerous amounts of electricity through any organic material touching it, hopefully frying any crawling zombies or any that hand holds on the railing of the catwalk. Smirking widely at her work, Shamira crawled back into the airvent, glove in mouth, and began to crawl along the metal grating.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]“I sincerely hope that gave us a little bit of time. Now..” The pair had come upon a T shape in the airvent, with both ways being obscured in darkness. “Which way leads to less death?” She asked, voice full of playfulness, but obviously the Togruta was still shaken by the events of the cargohold.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]| [/SIZE][member="Laira Darkhold"] |​

 

[Laira Darkhold]

When told, Laira was up and out of the cargo bay like a rocket. The redhead was more than happy to get out of harms way and away from the crawling, gnawing ghouls. The one armed redhead bounded up to the opening and bolted through it with a single leap, crawling into the vents without looking back. Without her left hand, she was unable to reload her pistol without stopping and even if she was rushing, it would take much longer than just asking Shamira to reload it for her.

Once she was up and through the vent, the redhead did finally turn to see what was happening, trying to stay alert for movement in the vents with her. That would not be good for her health.

Shamira was using her electrokinesis to great effect, channeling it through the metal catwalk away from her frying numerous ghouls in the process. Several were simply fried and dead, others partially melted to the heated grates and disabled for all intents and purposes. It was a very impressive maneuver as far as Laira was concerned, very impressive indeed.

As soon as the togruta was finished she had followed Laira up the shaft and began leading the two of them until they hit a T in the ventilation. Laira, seemed a little distracted as she thought about answering, staring at something directly before her eyes bathed in dim light. "Huh, what." She muttered behind Shamira, slowly pulling her attention away from the togruta. "I uh, how should I know? I was following you."

[member="Shamira Karuto"]

 

[Shamira Karuto]

[SIZE=12pt]Shamira couldn’t help the puzzled look that came over her face as she looked back over her shoulder at the warrior below her, confused features coming over her face. “I..dont know. Figured that you might’ve studied this ship before we boarded it, seeing how you are the ranger here…” The togruta turned forward once more, knowing fully what distracted the woman behind her. Probably would be better for both them if they got out of these vents quickly. With that in mind, and having no real idea on which way would lead them away from danger, she randomly picked the right passageway, climbed into it and proceeded to start crawling along the metal grating.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]After a few minutes of long, slow crawling the pair came across a grate that dropped into a well-lit, seemingly quiet room. “Well…this seems as good as any. Let’s hope we’re not dropping into anything too dangerous.” Pulling a vibroknife from her belt, Shamira jammed it into the lock, jiggling it around to pop open the grate. The Padawan swung her legs through the open and hopped down the seven foot drop.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]Knee high boots hit the metal floor with a soft thud, and Shamira found herself in an officer’s cabin. Still holding the vibroblade, the Togruta began to slowly circle the room. It seemed safe enough, so she looked up and grinned at Laira still in the vent, completely oblivious to the soft rustling under the bed. “Come on down. We might be able to find some information on what happ-!!” Shamira was suddenly pulled off her feet by two decayed hands that shot out from under the bed, hitting the metal floor with a solid thud, causing her to cry out from surprise at seeing the decaying officer crawling out from under the bed. With only the vibroblade in hand, the Padawan wouldn’t last long without some help![/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]| [/SIZE][member="Laira Darkhold"] |​

 

[Laira Darkhold]

Laira kept pace with the Togruta, more or less apathetic to the direction the duo decided to travel in. She had indeed not studied the layout of the easily modified cargo ship, much less attempted to memorize its ventilation system. The redhead was good at almost everything she did, but she wasn't eiditic. She followed along behind the togruta with her three limbed crawl which was much less smooth than Shamira's.

The grey togruta worked at one of the vents, opening them a welcomed escape from the dangers that could be lurking in the shafts with them. Hunters were quick and intelligent, they often struck only when they believed their opposition to be weakest and most vulnerable. They often attacked in pairs from different directions to catch beings by surprise, and any chance of not being in a cramped vent shaft she couldn't move in was welcomed by the redhead.

When the Togruta dropped to inspect the room she had found for them to escape into, Laira readied herself, straining her senses to see and listen for any hint of another being in these vents with her. There were none.

“Come on down. We might be able to find some information on what happ-!!”

The togruta's sentence was cut off, the woman under attack from one of the dead beneath the bed. How uncooth for them to hide beneath a bed like a common monster, Laira thought as she jumped down, planting her spear through the bed and its frame, the head impaling the undead officer and digging into the deck beneath it.

The creature was still struggling, but its arms suddenly went limp, its spine severed by the spear head. "There we go." Laira exclaimed, jerking the weapon clear of the bed in a single motion. "Come on sweetie, nobody gets to bite you but me." She took stock of the room. "Nah, no reason to waste time in here. The bridge will have full sensor logs and holocamera footage on its black box."

[member="Shamira Karuto"]

 

[Shamira Karuto]

[SIZE=12pt]“Get off!! Get off you zombie piece of shrak!” Shamira kicked at those nasty hands as the terrible monster tried to pull her under the bed. Suddenly a flash of movement caught her eye and the arms slowly began to go limp. A few extra, hard heeled kicks to the face and the Togruta was able to crawl backwards away from the now dead officer, breathing slowly returning to its regular, resting pace.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]Grey-blue eyes flashed upward to meet laira’s as she spoke down to the Padawan, prompting a smirk from Shamira as she clambered to her feet. “If you say something like that, I’m going to have to hold you to it.” That smirk continued to plaster her face as she slowly walked to the door, melodramatically brushing off the front of clothes. “And I thought I was done being scared of the monsters under my bed…”[/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]The Togruta walked out of the officers cabin and into the empty hallway. From the left, the screams and moans of the dead could be heard faintly. Shamira let out a nervous shiver before starting down the hallway away from where the sounds could be heard. “lets…not go that way. I’d much rather spend time with you figuring out what happened here than actually witnessing what happened up close and very, very personal.” The grey skinned alien sheethed her vibroknife, pulling out her DL-44 instead. If they needed to fight, she didn’t want to be caught without a proper weapon once again.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]| [/SIZE][member="Laira Darkhold"] |​

 

[Laira Darkhold]

Once the Togruta was safe, Laira was more willing to flirt back and forth like they had been before the Zombies had attacked them in the cargo bay. "Well, as nice as it is, I might be inclined to after a couple of drinks over dinner." Laira flashed her a mischievous grin. The grey skinned alien was easy on the eyes, which Laira liked but wasn't a requirement for her affections. She more focused on personality and how well they matched her adventurous side.

The hallway outside had echos of the moans and shuffling of the dead from around one corner, probably off in the direction of the cargo bay they had just escaped. The two girls had probably put a hefty dint in their numbers but there were still enough that the girls wouldn't be able to confront the full horde directly yet. "Yeah, stay quiet and we'll go the other way. Bridge should be further up the ship anyway." Her voice dropped to a hushed whisper, her steps quiet as the pair made their way down the long corridor towards the ship's bridge.

Uneventfully, the pair made it to a set of interior doors, closed and locked still. "The security antechamber. Just beyond there is the bridge. My Hand-Scanner is showing one life form on the bridge. Might be a survivor." That would be exceptionally lucky. The only connection from the Queen and Seranade was this ship and if one of its crew had survived to tell the tale of how they were connected to these undead monsters, it would be all the better.

Laira slipped her lockpick set into the door and began fiddling with them. A few moments passed before the doors clicked and slipped open, no longer held together by an electromagnetic lock. "There we go. One more door to go." Laira sauntered inside the room, her danger sense suddenly flaring to life. All around her were dead crew, cut to pieces. Lightsaber marks scoured the walls and computers of what had been survivors that had barricaded themselves into the room that were now dead.

The distinctive snap hiss of lightsabers at either side of the room alerted her to the reason her danger senses were actively warning her. Her spear flashed into her hands and extended to its full length in an instant.

[member="Shamira Karuto"]

 

[Shamira Karuto]

[SIZE=12pt]“Seeing how you’re the only reason I’m on this ship with the killer zombies…Id say you’re buying both dinner and drinks.” Shamira smirked lightly at the pair walked, the togruta walking close enough to give the redhead a quick hip bump as the pair proceeded onto the bridge. Instantly, the mood changed when light poured into the bridge, coating the tens of dead bodies in the harsh white light of the corridor. Shamira certainly wouldn’t say she had a week stomach. But this..this grizzly mess would be enough to turn a wookie’s stomach over in sickness.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]Then an even worse sound filled the room. Multiple lightsabers igniting, and bathing the bodies closer to the front of the cabin in the red light that could only signify one thing. A Sith. Two, in fact. One seemed to only have one lightsaber, while the other had both of his..hers..its duel blades ignited. Shamira couldn’t tell what these Sith were with their black masks completely covering their faces, but their presence did explain what exactly had happened to the bridge crew.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]The Padawan quickly igniting her orange lightsaber beside the warrior who had extended her spear. “I’ll take the one with one lightsaber…hopefully take care of him quickly enough and help you if need be.” The bridge was shaped in a semi circle, with a row of consoles splitting the two sides. Shamira slowly proceeded up one side of the console, and the one lightsaber wielding Sith made no motion to move away from the end of that side. The duel wielder slowly proceeded down the other side, intent of taking out the spear wielder.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]Giving a little spin, Shamira slowly bent her knees and proceeded to hold her lightsaber out in front of her, gearing up to fight with the only form she truly felt comfortable with, for IV. The Sith in front of her didn’t seem all that powerful, at least from what Shamira could feel from the force. Hopefully this wouldn’t take long and she could help double team the other Sith with Laira.[/SIZE]

| [member="Laira Darkhold"] |​

 

[Laira Darkhold]

"Alright, be careful." Laira muttered, but wasn't able to offer much more. The door to the bridge with the lifeform inside was on the far side of the security chamber, the redhead bolted for it as fast as her legs could carry her. No lightsaber marks, maybe the Sith just didn't sense the person, Laira didn't. Maybe the girls had just accidentally walked up on them before they could carve it open.

It didn't matter, the door was locked and sealed much to her surprise. Before she could even try to work on getting it open, her danger sense pressed against the back of her skull. Laira twisted at her hips, bring the spear up just in time to block the Sith's strike, both blades hammered against her one-armed defense. If she'd have had both arms it would have been a simple matter to block the blades and push them aside. In this case she was handicapped and the Sith pressed against her guard.

Red blades singed her left shoulder, pain surging through her veins. Laira gasped, jerking her blade to the side and sliding beneath the Sith's guard. Again, if she had both arms she would have punched the Sith hard in the ribs, instead she could do nothing but dart out of its reach. The creature was entirely silent. No breath escaped its mask, and though she had not been able to sense anything, she could now feel the Dark Side pouring through its veins, making it stronger, faster with every passing second.

The Alderaanian decided on doing something stupid to give her an advantage. She moved in on the attack, using the Force to surge her muscles and enhance her speed. The air turned still, every heart beat seemed to drag on and on, but it made her fast on her attack. Bouncing the spear off the first blade, she was able to extend the haft and stab the creature in the right arm with the blade by suddenly forcing the half long. It worked, but it used one of her few tricks right out of the gate.

Boy did she wish she had her light shield.

[member="Shamira Karuto"]

 

[Shamira Karuto]

[SIZE=12pt]To her right, Shamira could see out of the corner of her eye as the one armed warrior began her duel with the deadly sith assassin. It didn’t look good at the beginning, but from where the togruta was standing she thought Laira was starting to get her footing in the battle. That gave Shamira enough confidence to slowly turn to look at her target, who still only had ignited one lightsaber as he slowly started approaching her. Perhaps the thing had lost it in the fight to control the bridge.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]She slowly gave a little spin with lightsaber as she approached the masked figure. Her grip tightened slightly on the hilt as she suddenly planted her front foot, stabbing forward with the yellow blade. It was quite easily deflected by the other dueler, who quickly rebutted with a stab itself. The togruta jumped back slightly to avoid the swipe.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]Whatever this thing was, it was quick. The rebuttal from the thing was quick. Very quick. If Shamira wasn’t smart, she could lead herself into a situation that would leave her completely open to a killing blow from whatever this thing was. She started to approach the thing once more, but this time quickly shot a short blast of lightning towards the thing’s feet. While there was not real power behind this attack, it was the follow up attack, another quick stab, that would do the real damage. The stab glanced off the hip armor of the assassin. The sith quickly jumped back, hissing lightly through its mask. The alien couldn’t help but smirk lightly. Maybe this scary dueler wouldn’t be that hard to kill after all. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]| [/SIZE][member="Laira Darkhold"] |​

 

[Laira Darkhold]

The creature barely grunted, its arm skewered by a spear and it barely made a sound in reaction. Its lightsaber lashed outward, slashing at her throat as Laira twisted to the thing's right, pinning its right arm away from her and forcing the creature to lurch forward past her while she danced away to the side. Blood sprayed and the arm fell away as the creature stumbled forward and her blade dug deep into his bone.

It hardly reacted. With one arm it turned and continued a furious rain of lightsaber blows upon her guard. At least they were on more even footing, however the creature continued to match her speed and dexterity, and surpassing her strength considerably. Blood dripped from its arm, black and oozing like a sickness, the stench of corruption strong in the ichor spilling from it.

Laira dodged off to its right, much like it continued to keep to her left where their missing arms would keep them from being able to mount offense strongly against one another. Intelligent, but it only bought them time. Time Laira had that the creature did not.

Suddenly, as Laira moved to put her back to the corridor once again, the Humanoid thing surged straight at her. Instinctively, Laira leveled blade between her and it. Unflinching the creature took the spearhead in the gut, turning at the hips to plant its boot into the petite redhead's sternum. The wind was knocked from her chest and her body forced backwards to the floor, one hand still clutching the spear haft. Fighting to regain her breath and her balance, the Princess started to rise only for the creature to begin slashing at her midsection with sweeping blows. All she could do was propel herself backwards to continuously stay out of its melee range.

Her spear lunged forward, catching the creature in the stomach once more as she threw it to buy herself some space. Stumbling, the beast's offense finally let up for an instant. The redhead kicked up to her feet as the creature considered how to remove the spear from his stomach without dropping his Lightsaber, while Laira kicked the back of the haft forcing the creature backwards and the spear through its chest. The thing dropped to a knee with a gurgling grunt. Once again the redhead kicked the spear haft, but this time to one side. The haft snapped to the side, widening the wound and dropping the creature to the ground.

[member="Shamira Karuto"]

 

[Shamira Karuto]

[SIZE=12pt]Shamira could hear the fighting behind her between the warrior princess and the dark assassin. If she wasn’t dealing with her own assassin at this point, she might’ve turned and helped fight the assassin. Having only one arm certainly didn’t sound like a recipe for success in her mind, even if these scary looking things didn’t seem to be that hard. The togruta had already managed to glance her orange colored blade against it’s ribs. It was quick, but it didn’t seem able to match her skills with a blade. [/SIZE]
[SIZE=12pt]However, her cockiness at being able to glance a single blow off the dueler might’ve changed her mindset for the worst. The togruta pushed forward quickly at retreating dark side user, not seeing the thick cable strewn across the floor. This mistake in not minding her footing caused her to suddenly lose her balance misstep, stumbling to a knee. Her eyes shot up in fear as the other dueler saw the opportunity, ignited a second, hidden lightsaber, and brought them both down on her knelt self. Shamira brought her blade up quickly to meet the two incoming strikes.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=12pt]Those red blades bit hard into her orange, and even with two hands firmly on her hilt pushing firmly upward, the Togruta was struggling to hold the blades back. Her knelt figure gave out and suddenly she fell straight onto her back, the back of her head cracking hard against the durosteel flooring. The attacker didn’t pull back, either, as he crashed his lightsabers towards her prone body. Shamira’s defense was even worse now, as her head swam in pain from hitting the floor. She wouldn’t last long in this position. The Togruta suddenly pulled her leg up, then shot it forward, crashing the heel of her boot into his knee pad. It would’ve probably hurt more if he didn’t have it on, but it shocked and stunned the attacker nonetheless, enough so that she could suddenly reach out and send a stream of lightning towards her attackers head. It made him stumble backward and into one of the broken consoles. That final move completely drained her, and Shamira collapsed to the floor, passing out from the pain in her head.[/SIZE]

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