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[Rann Thress]

R E U N I T E​

Tags: Kyyrk​

"Rann, if you can hear me, head towards the east junction. I'm right behind you, will arrive shortly after you do. I need help with something..."

Kyyrk 's voice filled Rann's mind, and he breathes a sigh of relief as he continued running through the halls, avoiding those creatures as best he could.

He didn't respond though, he knew he didn't have to. East Junction. No problem. Rann'd be there.

Screams of anguish grew quieter still, and the growls and roars of the Afflicted rose in volume. And frequency. Rann feared that they could sense him, that they were on their way to attack him, rip him to shreds. But he pushed on, it couldn't be helped now in any case. He turned down a hall that led to the East Junction Voph was speaking of....

ROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

In the hall, too many to count. Afflicted. Just finishing rending some poor KO to a bloody mess. One had turned, just as Rann slid to a halt, frozen by what he had seen. The creature took but the briefest of moments to register it's new prey, before unleashing an ungodly roar, calling attention to it's bretheren all too busy helping themselves to the corpse.

The Lightsaber. Grab it.

Rann, reached out, his hands shaky, trembling with fear, and called out to the fallen Knight's Lightsaber with the force. It lay, still clutched in the hand of it's owner. But that wasn't a problem. The hand wasn't part of the body anymore, anyway. Hand, and saber, came flying towards Rann's own hand, and he quickly tried to shake off the lifeless limb, before igniting the Lightsaber, and his own.

Pssshheheewwww
Tshooooow

Emerald and Topaz colored blades came together in front of Rann as he began a steady withdrawal back around the corner. He'd have to find another way through. There was a room just behind the corner. If he couldn't get through there, at the very least he'd be able to draw them out of the room.... and give Voph a chance to complete his objective.

He gave the manner some thought, as the afflicted rose to their feet and began moving towards him. If he told Voph what was happening, Voph'd try to help. And they'd both die.

Better, he thought, It just be me.

The first afflicted made it's move, charging at Rann. With two swift cuts, remembering his jar-kai teachings, Rann reduced his first attacker to thirds. But it's all it took for the rest of the creatures to join the symphony of roars and begin their attack. Rann hopped backwards, trying to keep his mind free from fear, and turned into the room he knew was there. He opened the door and closed it behind him. It wouldn't hold for very long. He turned to observe his new surroundings. It was a big, ascending classroom. A door on the other side, but blocked by the podium and some debris. A makeshift barricade for some unfortunate soul who took refuge in here. It didn't work, Rann thought, seeing the blood sprayed throughout the room. Rann cursed silently, but he could work with this. He had three possible courses of action. One, He got all of them in here, jump onto the upper level of the room, then jump over them and lock them in the room. Two, barricade the door behind him, unbarricade the door ahead, and continue through the Citadel. Three, Use the high ground of the classroom to his advantage, and the narrowness of the space between desks, and destroy his attackers.

If he trapped them in here, they'd have to be dealt with eventually any way.
If he barricaded the door behind him, they'd be in Voph's way.

"Whelp." He said, turning around and readying himself as clawed hands busted through the door, ripping it in pieces. Two squeezed in at a time, and Rann dropped low to the floor, cutting away at one's legs while the other lunged at him, missing barely. The first fell over, it's legs removed as two more squeezed through the door. Rann hopped back to his feet and began running up the stairs, trying to get to the top of the classroom. He turned around as the small horde behind him finally all made it through. Now there was 11, including the one on the ground, legless.


They all squeezed together, roaring and trying to fight eachother just as much as they were trying to get to Rann, up the stairs. Rann looked to his right and cut away a sizable portion of desk and hurled it at the horde, knocking them down. He then hurled the green lightsaber at the horde, cutting through two of them before it was swatted away. He recalled it to his hand and readied for a fight. The horde struggled under the piece of desk, and one by one they rose charging at him.

"This is a bit easier." he said quietly, hoping they continued coming piece meal at him. One came, swinging it's monstrous claw at him, and he cut it away with his yellow saber before bringing the green one forward and removing the creatures head. He kicked the body back down the stairs, hoping to halt the advance of the rest of the creatures. Or, at least, keep them from swarming him. The next one came and Rann tried to deal with it the same way, only for it to duck down and tackle him against the wall, knocking his lightsabers from his hands. It started trying to smash him against the wall, but panic kicked in and Rann summoned the power of the Force to him and pushed the creature away. Rising to his feet, he saw the rest of them quickly start to gather around him and he rolled to his right to get some distance. He summoned his Sabers back to his hands... and decided he wasn't going to be able to defeat all of them. Not like this. He thought about barricading them in. It's what had to happen. He looked up to the ceiling above both doors, and threw his lightsabers to cut some of the building away to cave the doors in. The previously barricaded door became inaccessible, and he ran to exit the room, recalling the sabers. Before he reached the exit, he carved some more desk away and threw it at the horde, trying to slow them down. He then turned back around and exitted the door, turning back towards the door and cutting away the ceiling above it, collapsing it. He gathered up what other debris he could with his mind and threw it at the door, hoping to seal it shut until it could be dealt with more... successfully.

After he felt the room was sufficiently blockaded, he doubled over to catch his breath for a second, before righting himself and rounding the corner again. He came across the body of the knight whose saber he had taken. Part of him wanted to return the saber, but another part of him decided he could, and would, honor his fallen brother or sister by using it. He bowed to the mess. "I'm sorry." he whispered, and ran. The East Junction was close now. Maybe Voph was waiting for him.


By the Force, he hoped the Barricade would keep those creatures in. At least for now.
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[Jalan Riyadosh]

TAGS: Kyyrk | Vytal Noctura | Ashelia Solidor | Dispara | Willow | Rann Thress |
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A voice came through her mind as she quickly moved through the area. Her mind was still scattered to the present location, and her grasping for directions became easier with the reassurance that someone was coming to help. She took a deep breath, wincing against the pain in her arm as she oriented herself and moved on. The thud of heavy foot fall behind her had her glancing back and seeing the beast slowly thundering after her. This time, her fear was muted, her mind grasping for the comfort of the voice that had told her of safety.

She pushed forward, covered in blood as she heard the voice of the Nightmother in front of her. She moved with hope, instinct keeping her moving while the thing lumbered behind her. Passing through the gate, the pale woman focused on her before handing her two stones, she let go of her arm, the thing hanging painfully before she motioned behind her with a broad sweep of her hand.

"Something is following me. Those left behind...they...they were fighting and running. Some tried to make it to the surface. A lot...a lot didn't make it. Or they are still fighting. But there is a lot of those...things that way." Jalan spoke in a hurried tone as a roar came from the passage behind her. "One of those...things, it followed me. I'm sorry." She took the offered potions carefully in one hand, finally looking at her palm while the potions were there.

Someone had died to give up this much blood. It wasn't the act, or the death that had thrown her for a loop now that she had to stop and think. It was the ferocity of the attack. The unwillingness to stop in it's pursuit. How close she had come to death herself that made her stumble past the Nightmother. She had nearly died, and had only been saved by dumb luck and desperation. How many more times would she get lucky and survive? She hunched in the doorway to the hangar, setting one potion down before opening the other and downing it.

How many times could she push her luck and find out when her life would end? The effects of the water were calming, the pain subsiding before she was grasping for the next one. She pocketed the vials, arm not nearly causing her so much pain as she turned to look at the nightmother.

"Is there something I can do?" The beast came into the hallway she had been in previously, staring down the length towards the nightmother with a curious stare at her.

 

[Vytal Noctura]

Equipment: The Blood of Dathomir Armor | Nightmother's Ward | Ring of Retrieval

Tag: Kyyrk | Jalan Riyadosh | Ashelia Solidor | Dispara | Willow | Rann Thress | Muad Dib | Solanaceae | Knights Obsidian | Open
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Vytal nodded following Jalan's reply. Her green eyes turned down the hall in the direction of the roar. What assailed this world was terrifying, but women of her stature didn't have the luxury to let such emotions slip through her control. The Nether was fierce, but they would be even fiercer -- a lesson the dead or unlived would need to learn the hard way.​

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Before the Nightmother could set out, however, the young woman reached out verbally and drew Vytal's gaze to her once more. "The spirits may not heed our call in times like these," the pale Witch replied as her attention swung back toward the beast. "You must be prepared to call upon your own power. It may not be limitless. You may not reshape the world with a gesture." A faint, green flame seemed to outline the woman where she stood. "But raw power is not what makes a witch. It is knowing her enemy, knowing her environment, and knowing herself... and how to use them to her advantage."​

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"As for the beasts," a small smile tugged at her lips, "without a sure footing they are naught more than fodder. Aim for its legs," the Nightmother instructed. Whatever Jalan could contribute, Vytal would make use of no matter how small given the circumstances and Jalan's own injuries. Perhaps the woman would even surprise the Nightmother. Desperate times brought out surprising abilities at times.​

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After this beast, she would need to make for the gate. Then Vytal would have to send Jalan to join the rest. To head into the maw of the Nether was too dangerous. Whether Jalan obeyed or not remain to be seen, but the Nightmother would expect she would and hadn't time to consider what Jalan may or may not do then.​

Template By: Darth Metus (Guy)​

 

[Dispara]

SURVIVE​

Location: The Academy, Golbah City
Tags: Willow Vytal Noctura Jalan Riyadosh Muad Dib

Dispara surged forward quickly, hoping Willow could keep up. The Sephi initiate came to an intersection of hallways, skittering to a halt, having to think for a moment how to get to the docking bay. Suddenly, a large hand grabbed her upper arm and she felt herself pulled, then flung down one of the intersecting passages. She barely registered the slavering snarl as the creature tossed her away with such force that it dislocated her shoulder. Dispara yelped in pain but had enough presence of mind to summon a barrier that prevented her from slamming against a wall, but not without a bone-shuddering jolt.

Collapsing to the ground, she managed to get to her hands and knees and look up to see a grotesque vaguely humanoid beast lumbering towards her, shreds of garments clinging to its thick limbs. They appeared to be the remains of an initiate's robes. Someone who could not resist the darkness that invaded the Academy like an inky flood. Looking around frantically, Dispara found the Force-created Darkshear that she had armed herself with had fallen from her hand, dissipating into nothingness as it left her possession.

"Willow...RUN!" She called to her companion, unable to see her or know if Wisp had already fled. With teeth clenched, the shaman gave her own feminine snarl, her hand shooting out towards the degenerate creature. A wave of energy exploded out, Dispara the epicenter. The walls of the hall shuddered, holo-portraits and statuettes lining the hall shattering or bouncing wildly. The hulk was slammed enough to halt it's progress and push it a meter back, its mishapen head snapping back with a loud holler.

Dispara clambered to her feet and ran, tears welling in her eyes at the pain in her shoulder. She paused only long enough to slam herself into a corner, then again. Her cry of pain echoed as she put her shoulder back in place.

Taking several sharp turns, hoping to lose the big creature while avoiding the sounds of others, the use of spiritual eyes on one occasion allowed her to see an abomination lurking behind a concealing wall. Dispara made her way to the bay. She found a barely-conscious initiate lying in the hall, her platinum hair and garments stained with blood, injured but still moving. The Sephi mongrel struggled to lift the petite woman and lay her across her shoulder as she continued to flee.

Just as she saw a sign for the docking bay, heavy steps behind her betrayed a pursuing creature. Even as she turned, she felt the woman over her shoulder slipping away. Her eyes met the same bulging nightmare looming over her, the girl dead in its crushing grip.

"Nooooooo!" Dispara screamed. Another summoned Darkshear jutted suddenly from her fist, the sharp obsidian shaft thrust instantly into the thing's neck to protrude through the back of its head. As soon as she released it, the black Force spear vanished, allowing a flood of black blood to spurt forth around thick fingers that clutched at its pierced neck. A pathetic, high-pitched, gurgling cry came from the creature, loud enough to hurt the initiate's pointed ears.

Dispara again turned and ran, skidding into the docking bay, panting and hoarse, looking for Willow, or anyone.