Skirmish LOTS | Wretched Children of the Abyss

[Merridius Black]

Merridius groaned in pain as he tried to pick himself up, his charred skin still smoking. He looked to his arms and winced at the sight of flesh blowing freely against the climate controlled air flowing from the ventalation systems. As painful as it was, at least the wounds were carterized and hopefully it wouldn't be anything a jug of alcohol couldn't clean. The pirated gritted his teeth, pull free a flake of hanging skin and suppressed a scream.

Then he felt it. A change in the air. A warmth of a body ( Odanneth Mal (Darth Nyx) ). He looked up, expecting to see clocktower or some other guard standing over him. He only saw a quick, blur - something like a haze above a boiling surface. It was only there for a brief moment before it vanished once again. The Nihil raised a brow, but his mind wouldn't linger long as a chorus of screams played down the hallway. Other prisoners had taken to his inspiration, diving through the fading energy fields and coming out burned but free on the other side. They groaned and cheered in victory. Merridius couldn't help but smile at the brilliance of it all...but then a soul crushing buzz filled the hallway.

"No..." the buzz grew to a hum and then all it once it faded, taking with it the energy fields that had kept them all locked away. Someone had deactivated the cells "...No! Damnit to the seven hells!"

Merridius turned back to his own room with a scowl. Of all the rotting, cursed luck he had in this galaxy...this just had to be his share of hurt today. "Black!" But of course things got worse. Suddenly Merridious found himself thrown to his back and drug across the floor. As the clatter of shields approached as the sound of brawls grew louder, The King Kraken found himself facing down a Twi'lek pressing a cold, steel shiv to his throat.

Not a very familiar twi'lek either - though he seemed to remeber Merriridius just fine. The Nihil grabbed ahold of the Twi'lek's wrists, doing his best to force the blade away from his throat, but finding himself struggling against the assailants weight.

"What in the bloody kark is a Ceylon?" He strained to question, "Did I gank your prison whore?"

If the Twi'lek was able to respond it would be quickly followed by the explosion of a stun grenade not far from them ( Arlis Cerran ). In the moment of confusion, Merridius would take the advantage - rolling himself and the Twi'lek and forcing the blade from his hand.

What followed next would be a blur of violence as Merridius brought the shiv down in quick succession, stabbing towards the assailants face. Hands and arms that were brought up in defense were held or stabbed as well, the Nihil taking no time for quarter.

 

[Kal]

Based on her expression alone, Kal was sure the Kiffar Alchemist had been just about to declare their little arrangement null and void in order to run off with the Great Worm, but the sudden arrival of the guards and the anti-Force countermeasures with them changed things.

"Our bargain stands, Shadow. Just get me out of here."

Bowing magnanimously, Kal lunged forward, shadowy form merging with hers - this was not true possession, however, doing that to a properly-trained Force User was beyond difficult, but rather a more cooperative affair. She had the expertise and the body to use it, while the purely spiritual source of his power left him more or less unaffected by the Corpos' clever little devices. Even if he still felt the slow damage it did to this form.

<My strength is yours, within reason. Just be aware that I am... not the best at raw displays of power.>

Evidently skilled enough to work with what she was given, Teph drew a steady trickle of power in order to make herself seem beneath notice, sneaking past the testudo of heavily-armoured guards while a one-armed Houk ( Xun of Throne ) barreled into them, stopping only to unholster a blaster pistol from the last guard in the line and shoot him through the weaker neck-plating...

... abruptly ending at least one of the White Noise effects as the generator was crushed beneath its holder's weight.

<What? You didn't really expect me to leave that thing intact, did you? Oh, and yes, I know there are others.>

[OPEN]​

 

[Ashin Cardé Varanin]

These Force suppression devices weren't ysalamiri, and while Ashin could still overcome them, they set her teeth on edge and threatened her focus. With the handful of netrunner prisoners in tow and a guard's blaster in each hand, she made her way back out of the prison the hard way.

Though she'd come down in a drop pod, an associate had brought in a personal transport with the assault force. Her spotter droid and beloved sniper rifle were already aboard. As the last of the 'white noise' faded from her skull, Ashin led the netrunners up the ramp, and the vessel shot away. She'd done her duty by the Worm Emperor for today; this was going to be a long year. But a useful one.

In the ship's hold, she gathered the five former prisoners and had a talk. She didn't beat around the bush - they owed her their lives but she'd settle for giving them a job.

 

[Aspect of Passion]

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ORD VAXAL
TALAGAR GROVE

The nihil would find his mark true, blood spilling across the ground as the surprised twi'lek twisted and squirmed until he could twist and squirm no longer - yet Merridius would stab a few more times, leaving the corpse gurgling and heaving as he lay limply in a pile of crimson linens. For a moment, a young man would look Merridius in the eye and fear would overtake him, quickly running in the opposite direction of the destructive kraken.​

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"Down!", another voice called, deep and growling, but before Merridius could place it -​

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THUNK.​

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A rubber bullet the size of a portable bacta tank slammed into his ribs, throwing him off the body he had made. Whatever the voices said next became a blur, but the distant pounding of shields become louder and louder. The testudo had begun its march, and in its wake were bodies of prisoners beaten bloody - and those that remained conscious and alive were bound in hog tie cuffs crying for another to save them.​

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Time was of the essence.​

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Merridius Black │ Arlis Cerran │ Xun of Throne │ Nadira │ Lunafreya Solidor │ Judas of Vahl​

 

[Lunafreya Solidor]

F O C U S | Kal
T H E M E | Here.
V O I C E | Here.
G E A R | Pistol.​

“Fair is foul, foul is fair, ain't that right cupcake? Now, this may serve you as a badge of honor.”, that sentence kept on ringing inside her head as she followed the two of them inside that disgusting place. Who was it that said those words? Lunafreya could remember the of the human creature but not entirely, all she could see was the smile, that damn smile with milky white teeth directed at her. He was human, Lunafreya was sure of that, and he was obviously a member of the Imperial ranks, otherwise, Praji would never have got involved in this situation under any circumstance, her orders were given so that he was to keep the farse on JanFathal’s court, but that now seems lost and her little kingdom at least one system shorter than she liked to think of. Worse than trying to think on those things was the pain that burned through her leg, the damn thing was numb enough to suggest spice ingestion and on such amounts that made her ponder if she was abducted by imperials or drug lords trying to teach her manners before selling her as some bed slave to some human noble dog somewhere.

“Dank farrik, dank farrik!”, the other human male named Corey curse out loud as they still walked the hallways of that facility. He was still whining about the loss of his friends, not directly but enough to make her understand his endless cursing, and now that they were trying to escape, Lunafreya could understand why he was so upset. Two extra sets of hands would be quite useful right now, the other prisoners seemed more interesting in being left to their own devices or tearing each other apart as she saw some of them committing obscenities inside a couple of cells.
“I’m detecting...”, the droid started to talk and she immediately stopped listening, as she dragged her leg as a common crippled soldier with her eyes closed still trying to channel the Veil back at her grasp. It wasn’t just the drugs they gave that harmed her connection with the Force, it was something, an external interference from somewhere in this facility that she couldn’t even begin trying to understand as to why it was happening nor how. Technology nowadays was ever-changing, and the use of nullifying weaponry was a growing market that now became flooded with many apparatus to fight off all sorts of force-sensitive beings.

“So what do we do?”, the human male asked her, still looking at her face and sometimes enjoying himself with eyes rolling through her cleavage. ‘Filthy monkey…’, and before she could even begin on attempting of asking him what to say, the noises across the corridor denounced her what was actually happening as she heard loud voices bashing over the metal. The guards were here. “Do we make a run at the elevator or do we wait for them to pass us by?”, her lips twisted in a thoughtful pout as her eyes, those two sharp violet beauties fell to the android’s face, staring back at her. Harshly, her head gave him a nod to move out and cover for them as they tried running towards the elevator, the unit simply turned his back at her and did as it was told. That was the very reason she liked droids, they were so practical to do as they were told, and as he began walking towards the corridor with his rifle, the human grabbed her by the arm and began dragging her by force trying to reach the elevator once the shooting started behind them.

At least half a dozen voices snarled towards the droid as they began shooting at the IG unit, and when she had reached the elevator, Lunafreya was certain that the droid was done for. Those things were always bound of happening when they started beeping whatever self-destruction sequence they had installed. Once inside, the human started to press buttons, shoving one of those odd devices slicers used for such occasions to overriding the system and activating the lift. He left the key in there, shouting as it was going to it by himself when two armed soldiers came out one of the cells closest to their positions, drawn by the noise they were making, and as the human went by the door to shoot them down, his key blinked a green flashy light. The lift was ready to take off, and without wasting a single moment of her time, Lunafreya used the handle of her gun as a club as she slammed the back of his neck, using her pathetic lean structure to push him with her shoulder out of the elevator. Slamming her free hand against whichever button she could reach, forcing the doors to close and the lift to move, and as they closed, the last two things Lunafreya saw before leaving was the droid unit exploding and the confused human face looking back at her, probably wondering her reasons.

When the elevator went up, a relieved sigh came out of her lips. Leaned against the wall, the female afforded herself a moment of peace as glimpses of the Veil began to return at her body, flashing and faint like the lights of dragonflies on the woods of her homeplanet.
“Fair is foul.”, her lips muttered to none but herself. The words once tasted like wine soaking her tongue, now they were sour and filled with hatred. “I will find you.”, the lift stopped, both doors opened and not on the floor she desired. Probably it didn’t work, or the guards had jammed the overriding code that made it move, and as the doors opened, Lunafreya grew resentful of sentencing the human male to his death. “Tsc...”, a muxoxo came out of her lips as she snapped her tongue against her teeth, once more dragging her leg out of the elevator and once more into the fray, she closed her eyes once more, feeling the Veil all around her, growing inside her mind, there was something else in this place, something felt... smokey and it was... right in front of her?

The female slowly opened her eyes. The first image she noticed was that of an alien creature not far from where she was, oddly enough was that the thing was starring back at her. Both eyebrows joined in front of her face, making a curious annoyed frown, as she lowered her head, noticing the dark robes opened, showing her entire body, with her most intimate parts on the top and the bottom covered only with medical lint and this was a prison... filled with prisoners, and she was but a cripple helpless half-naked woman.
“Keep looking and I might gouge your eyes out, kiffar.”, her words came not in vain as her arm was raised in the air, pointing the pistol in her possession in his direction, while her finger patiently awaited in the trigger, ready to blast towards Kal . “Now... do you know the way out of this daemonic facility?”

 

[Nadira]

Tags: Darth Empyrean @anyone else in the area

He may have been a stranger, but all the help in the world was welcome. The chaos unfolded around them, breathing life into her once more. A grin crept across her face as she ducked, one of the blaster bolts whizzing past her head. Her footsteps became quicker as she found her way over to him. His presence in the force was mighty, a darkness that mirrored her own.

"I'm Nadira!" She yelled back, soprano voice almost lost in the roaring thunder from her fellows. "Who are you?! And what are you doing here?!"

She didn't have time to await an answer, the thrashing of the shields like the beating of a war drum, reminding her freedom was not here yet.

"Looks like we'll have to catch up later. Got an extra weapon, by chance?"

 

[Kal]

It had been a bit optimistic to think the path to freedom smooth sailing after driving one group of guards into chaos with a well-placed blaster bolt, but Kal felt justified in having not expected what faced him now - a mostly-naked pale-skinned limping female with a rather big pistol aimed at him.

Well, at the Kiffar whose body he was sharing, a Kiffar who apparently thought being held at gunpoint was a good time to admire the view.

Goodness, the Sith were crazy. "I dare say mutual freedom takes priority over ogling." At least she seemed willing to- "Even with such a fantastically symmetrical body." Oh nevermind. Confident people made the worst hosts, he very much preferred being the one steering the ship, so to speak.

"Anyway, the, ah, Lords of the Sith are barging in the front door. If you would prefer an alternate point of departure, I have an exit strategy, but it requires reaching the surrounding jungle. Personally, I would steal one of the guards' vehicles. Give me an intact guard and I'll make it start."

By jumping into said guard and possessing them, though that was best left unsaid for as long as practically possible.

Too many people freaked out upon hearing talk of potential possession, but that was understandable.

Lunafreya Solidor​

 

[Darth Empyrean]

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ORD VAXAL
TALAGAR GROVE

Before Maliphant could reply, a blaster bolt set to a level just above stun raced towards his head. The Force gave him a picture of it nailing him, burning a clean hole through his temple - forcing his body into immediate action. Where Bane, Revan, Sidious had taught him how to defend himself in the Telos Holocron, it was his body’s natural skill that saved his life - slamming the bolt aside with lightning precision from his lightsaber.​

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It hung in the air for a moment, bathing them in red light as his lip snarled at the testudo in the distance - their ever-present marching become more an issue ever second. Without the ‘White Noise’ generators gone, he doubted very much that he would be able to take on the guard regiment without some chance of injury.​

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And he wouldn’t embarrass himself in front of so many Sith by gaining any sort of injury - regardless of how superficial it might have been.​

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“Here.”, he said as he pulled a lightsaber from his belt and tossed it to her. It was nothing special, plain in its construction and almost boring in its weight. At the very least, it was balanced and light - able to be held in the hand with confidence.​

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“Please tell me you can use that.”, Maliphant said with an almost withheld disappointment. It wouldn’t be the first time someone told him it was an archaic weapon from a different era.​

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But blasters were ever so unrefined. A shame his company sold them.​

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Another bolt sent his direction, but this time he adjusted himself to send it back with an expert aim. The bolt landed square on the durasteel faceplate of one of the guards, and the thick smack of wet plasma on metal - joined by his sudden cry of pain and collapse - showed Maliphant his hit was true.​

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“Come. The generators need to be shut down.”, he said as he tugged on her arm to follow him down a set of stairs - his robes and alabaster hair trailing behind him as he ducked into the service tunnels beneath the facility.​

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Merridius Black │ Arlis Cerran │ Xun of Throne │ Lunafreya Solidor │ Judas of Vahl │ Inanna Harth │ Ashin Cardé Varanin │ Kal​

 

[Arlis Cerran]

Her stun grenade had knocked over half the guards unconscious, and those that remained were nothing a hail of blaster-fire couldn’t handle. The short-barreled blaster rifle was kept at a casual low-ready as Arlis stepped over the either dead or stunned guards, caring little for the death she’d created here today. This prison seemed miserable before the riots, and she doubted anyone would miss a few uniforms on a power trip. Besides, her business was elsewhere, namely laid out flat on the floor with likely bruised ribs from an impact she’d heard but not seen.

Slinging her rifle on her shoulder, she crouched to his level, but not before kicking away the shiv that had fallen from his grasp. Better safe than sorry. “Merridius, right?” She’d heard the now bloody corpse of a Twi’lek shout the name ‘Black’ before meeting a violent end, and it was a surname she recognized from stories her mother had told of a father and brother she’d never known. Odds were slim that he was actually here, but for once they were on her side.

“My name’s Arlis. I’m your sister. No time for questions right now, but I’ve got a ship and a way out of here, which is all you should be worried about.” The commotion was only getting closer, and she’d wasted enough time already dealing with one group of guards.

She pushed herself to her feet, looking down at him before offering a hand. “Let’s move, yeah?”

Merridius Black | Aspect of Passion

 

[Lunafreya Solidor]

F O C U S | Kal
T H E M E | Here.
V O I C E | Here.
G E A R | Pistol.​

The finger on the trigger kept impatiently tabbing as she heard the strange sonnet displayed itself in front of her eyes. Was he mad? Perhaps touched in the craziness of the darkness by all foul things learned? It was an ordinary thing to happen with those of the Sith doctrines, she saw it quite closely while working with the Imperials and even more so when fighting the Sith out of Bastion. At least five people under her household were soft in the head in such a way, but still, there was something else she could not see, something scratching in the back of her mind, warning her that there was more to it, her father liked to say; ‘In time, all foul things come forth’, regardless of how long it takes and time wasn’t something she could afford wasting in that place. Was either torturing someone for its secret and risk being trapped inside her beautiful glassteel cage like an animal on display or to do what had the need to be done to escape?

The answer to the likes of her, the cream de la cream was quite obvious.
“Lords of the Sith? Curious and curiouser.”, that itself and the words by whatever dark entity from before proponed only one alternative acceptable for the situation. These were not with the Sith Empire, and as implied by their ways, this planet was not within the control of neither the Sith Empire nor the New Imperials, by their accent it could bespeak something closer to the Rims, probably in its wildest and less “polite” regions. “Your plan is preposterous, to say the least. There are at least hundreds of guards in this place, all armed and ready to kill us all. Why not reason with the newcomers and parley our passage out of this place?”

The thought of dealing with Sith gave her goosebumps. What if they knew who she was? What if there were still a bunch of resentful grumps among them for whatever has been done on planets such as Mygeeto? Or Dubrillion? For the death acolytes on Bastion’s Royal Academy? His plan had a tiny inch of sense, as the guards would be busy hunting down dangerous prisoners that despite being nullified, were still mostly made up by murderers or worst, and there was the matter of the Lords, in his words ‘banging in the front door’, but would they have such solid ground in space as well? Possibilities, so many outcomes.

The gun went down, as her free hand went straight at her head, preening her silky silver hair. Sinking her sharp nails on the sides of her head, scratching herself on a nervous habit when it came to making such harsh decisions.
“No.”, her lips suddenly muttered, “Are you certain you can make it happen?”, given his answer, Lunafreya raised the gun in the air once again, using it as a gesture for him to start moving. “How do we get outside? The entire place is locked up.”

 

[Inanna Harth]

While the rest of the LOTS engaged in a difficult and bloody struggle with the fearsome guards and panicking prisoners, Messala was speedrunning his highly improbable rescue of all the Jedi prisoners, sending them along a route which had been much-too-conveniently cleared of danger by his forces.

He had already freed a Lamproid and a Gamorrean (“So what was it like, being with Ms. Hoole?” he had jokingly asked the two bewildered aliens, unaware they were being made the butt of a long-running inside joke) as well as a pair of Sullustan twins and a cantankerous Jawa (“‘Utinni’ up yours!”) when he came upon a peculiar cell with unusually high security. It took his technician over ten minutes to cut through all the puzzle locks and red tape. When the door finally slid open with a very loud hiss, Messala was hit by a distinctly familiar odor, like cinnamon mixed with citrus wood polish.

“Death sticks!” He chuckled. “Reminds me of my days at the Chaldean Academy. One of my professors called the students who had to rely on drugs to suppress their Force connection ‘hippies’.” Or at least, that was the sanitized-in-translation equivalent of what he had called them. “If they’re giving this prisoner death sticks, they must be quite crafty.”

He walked into the cell. There was indeed a single prisoner strapped to a table at the center of the gray room, a young man drugged into a deep sleep. Messala gave him a once over. “Let’s see… Body of a twink? Check. Stupid haircut? Check. Dressed like a douchey smuggler? Yep, New Jedi Order!”

Yanking out the IV supplying the drugs, Messala placed his claws on the prisoner’s face, one leathery palm pressed against his forehead and the other gripping his jaw. A quick round of Detoxify Poison flushed the cocktail of sedatives and narcotics out of his body. “Hey!” Messala slapped the kid’s cheek. “Wake up!”

Groaning, the young man’s eyelids fluttered. “Who’re you?” he mumbled.

“I’m Luke Skywalker and I’m here to rescue you.”

“I’m Princess Leia?”

“Woof, boss. You’re still so high you can't even take a joke.” He kept slapping the kid’s face, though it wasn’t doing much to help him come ‘round. It’s just that, it isn’t every day you get to smack a member of the (New) New Jedi Order around. “I am actually here to rescue you. The Sith—well, a new faction of Sith, not the Sith Imperials you’re used to—are storming the compound as we speak. They’re looking to capture fresh meat to add to their ranks. But a Jedi such as yourself is of—”

“I gotta piss.” The kid rolled off the table and onto the floor, then crawled over to a corner of the room and… keep it PG-13.

When he was done, Messala began again. “As I was saying, your life is in danger. If you stay here, you’ll be killed. But I can offer you a—” He broke off again as the Jedi began to retch, emptying the meager contents of his stomach. “...Well, at least it doesn’t smell like death sticks in here anymore.”

A minute into his puking jag, the Jedi went into convulsions, prompting a startled Messala to run over and grab him before he could faceplant into his own mess. At least this one’s my last, he thought, carrying the seizing body out of the room. But seeing as the universe seemed to hold a special sort of spite for Messala, he’d probably run into an obstacle or two (or three, or four…) along the way.

Merridius Black │ Arlis Cerran │ Xun of Throne │ Lunafreya Solidor │ Judas of Vahl │ Darth Empyrean │ Ashin Cardé Varanin │ Kal​

 

[Kal]

It was not exactly surprising that the strange woman did not seem to have much confidence in his plan, even his temporary host seemed dubious at best, though she at least had decided he was her best shot, but if nothing else she hadn't laughed out loud. It was something.

Feeling a twinge of satisfaction as she seemed to be redeciding, he nodded enthusiastically. "Yes." Without a trace of hesitation, he pointed towards an emergency staircase; sealed, of course, this was a prison after all, but no doubt far easier to slice or break through than an elevator.

"There is an internal garage, landspeeders mostly; tightly locked, of course, but the guards need access in case they have to run down any would-be escapees. As I said, I can bypass the security measures, I just need a living guard." If it was only him, he could simply have drifted through the floors, proceeded into the control room, and seized control of a guard, but that would have served little purpose but grand theft auto.

No, he was here to rescue prisoners - and by extension place them in his debt - not engage in petty crime.

Lunafreya Solidor​

 

[Inanna Harth]

Meanwhile, Nomi Finch had found Messala’s business card far less effective than they had hoped. Chaos and pandemonium reigned as guards and LOTS forces did battle, the desperate prisoners fighting tooth and nail for their very lives amid the crush of people. The Jedi woman was pushed back into the compound, fleeing from a pair of guards who had spotted her and immediately started shooting.

She wound up running all the way back to her own cell, then past it, deeper into the bowels. It was only a matter of time before she caught up with Messala again.

The satyr turned round, a young man slung over his shoulder in a fireman’s carry. He blinked at the sight of Nomi rushing around the corner, then sighed. “It’s a madhouse, isn’t it?”

“They’re killing—the prisoners—” Nomi gasped, out of breath.

“That’s stupid of them. Don’t they have stun weapons? Bunch of amateurs.” He shook his head in disappointment. “In that case, you’re welcome to join the club. We’re heading for the garage, since I happened to overhear some Kiffar broad say there were landspeeders there, and I like the idea of running over anyone who tries to stop us. Well, that, and I can’t think of a better idea.”

As they walked, Nomi’s eyes roamed over the others standing around him. He had freed around half a dozen prisoners, all of them still bound by Force-nullifying collars. She idly fingered the collar around her own neck.

The soldiers ahead of them mowed down any security that came their way, creating a path to the garage. How were they able to kill so effectively? Were they superhuman? A special alien species? Droids? Sithspawn? Was there an accompanying Codex or Factory sub to back up their astonishing combat prowess? Does anyone care at this point?

Our not-quite-heroes found the garage dark and full of silhouettes of speeders. Most were civilian grade, but a few military models were sprinkled in with the rest. “I call that tank-looking thing,” Messala announced, dashing toward the vehicle in question as fast as his goat legs would carry him. The sickly New-New Jedi on his shoulder groaned as he flopped around in a most uncomfortable manner.

The others piled into other vehicles. Messala led the way, his tank plowing through the exterior door to the garage so that the others could leave. They (presumably, given that this thread seems to have fizzled out) rode off into the night without encountering any major hindrances.

Merridius Black │ Arlis Cerran │ Xun of Throne │ Lunafreya Solidor │ Judas of Vahl │ Darth Empyrean │ Ashin Cardé Varanin │ Kal​

 

[Lunafreya Solidor]

F O C U S | Kal
T H E M E | Here.
V O I C E | Here.
G E A R | Here.​

The freehand of the gun went to her head, rubbing sorely on one of her temples. The pain inside her head was getting worse, and her patience even less so, as her lips displayed when she almost howled at the young humanoid.
“Well, get it done!”, as she said that, the female turned her back at where he was standing. A great opportunity to burn her brains out on trying to understand what went on with her, but as the brat had the nerve for saying, it wasn’t the time nor the place, escape was much more important. And so, she closed her eyes and started to pay attention to her surroundings, while her pointy large ears kept moving up and down, as she attempted to hear every single notch and itchy sound in a large area.

The blessings of being one of her kind, she could say if asked about this matter. One of her kind could hear a small mouse scratching its way through the fuselage of a corvette quite clearly, some of her kind said that the elzeri were granted this ability so they could the knives being drawn in the dark before being stabbed to death, but this place, there was so much noise going on right now. Screams on the third floor, howlings of pain at least five-floor down, but this one… not far, there was something she could catch with those big ears of hers.

“All clear in this area. We are moving on to the next.”, and out of her own surprise, Lunafreya could hear the voice answering at his comlink.
“Roger that.”
Both her eyes opened, they were close enough so that she could almost smell them. It was like they said, ‘If you want it something done…’, and she was not the kind that enjoyed having others doing for her what she could do it herself. As she began to walk, passing over the male, Lunafreya snarled something indecipherable in her language at the humanoid male, most likely a curse, as she almost pulled him over to follow her.
“Let’s find you one of those guards.”

 

[Kal]

Just about to point out that he had never meant to imply he needed a guard now, Kal quickly redecided; the necessary access they had to security and comms could prove quite useful even at this phase. A middling risk to smooth the rest of the operation - acceptable.

Rather than follow along inside his Kiffar host, Kal's unseen form left it behind after a quick telepathic exchange, Teph seemed to take the development in stride as she followed along with the pale woman. Forming the vanguard of their little group, Kal came upon a flying wedge of guards seven strong, all shields, batons, and steely gazes. Drifting through them, his gaze quickly fell upon a buff-looking man in the rear.

"Halt! On the ground, hands above your heads. Now!"

Invisible form sliding into the oblivious guard, the man seemed to shudder slightly but otherwise gave no visible reaction. Occupied with the pair of would-be escapees in their front, the others remained blissfully unaware. Should push come to shove, however, they would find one of their own turning his baton on their ranks from behind. Enough to severely impede combat performance, no doubt.

Lunafreya Solidor​

 

[Lunafreya Solidor]

F O C U S | Kal
T H E M E | Here.
V O I C E | Here.
G E A R | Here.​

The noise was back. Like a screeching sonic wave tearing the air around them and vibrating inside her ears, loud enough to almost shred her eyedrums apart, her conection with the Force was far over being tangible through her intent, was like being a room filled with ysalamir, but worse, this was torturing. Even so, Lunafreya was certain that she felt something passing her by, almost as if the wind in the room gushed from her back, but still, the female knew there was nothing out there, except the poor excuse of a humanoid, but still, the sensation was there.
"Halt! On the ground, hands above your heads. Now!", they howled, with the might of their sticks, and shields, and armors to protect them against fragile unnarmed people. The funny thing about anyone, literally anywhere in the galaxy was the fact that they always had obvious fragilities within themselves, such as disruptors, maser weaponry, and the most important of all, that always made her shiver, was magma, which thanks to the devious mind of Rufus Praji, she held so tightly in the palm of her hand.

And raise her gun was what exactly what she did, halting their advance as she threatened them with the pistol on her hands. Feeling menacing holding her little toy, Lunafreya was ready to squeeze the trigger, when the guard in the back raised his stick and slammed against his fellow guard, right in the face, causing her eyebrows to blend together in a little frown on a little intrigued pout, curious on this matter, but not enough for wasting any time. Squeezing the trigger, a raucous scrannel tone echoed the air, hurling its way towards one of the guards, melting its way through his shield, splashing against his screaming face, killing him in excruciating pain.
“Now, boys, you can either surrender or die.”, turning the gun to the next guard, Lunafreya decided not to wait for them and sank her finger on the trigger, feeling as the Ninth Angel would as he opened the doors of the Unlight, unleashing hell itself against them. "I don't really care about what you chose."

 

[Kal]

Within seconds, seven on two had been reduced to three on three with the sudden defection of one of the guards and pair of bolts from the horrifying weapon the pale woman had brought. Kal had been intending to resolve the situation nonlethaly, despite the two Sith's predilection for violent conflict resolution, but it seemed that was out the window. Again. Why did no one use a stun blaster - there were anti-armour ones out there.

The way in which the remaining trioclosed ranks seemed more ingrained training than conscious defiance; deciding that enough was enough and they just needed a little - preferably less homicidal - push, Kal allowed his hosts' eyes to glow white, the light shining harshly through his visor.

<Even if you succeed in incapacitating your former comrade I will simply seize another body. And another. And another.>

Unsurprisingly, the ominous telepathic threat did it for them, the surviving guards dropping their shields and weapons in order to raise their hands. In response, the light faded from the possessed guard's eyes, a cheery smile poking out from under the visor.

"Excellent, no more killing required. This body has an access card, too, and the codes to use it! Shall we?"

Lunafreya Solidor​

 

[Merridius Black]

Merridius raised the shank for the last time, gore dripping from the blade and back into the mess of meat that had once been a face gripped with fear. The pirate breathed out deep, the same gore dripping from his face until he heard something...peculiar?

THUNK

CRACK

Ribs shattered beneath the force of a rubber bullet that blew the Nihil from his knees. The man's body went limp like a burlap doll as he was flung a few feet through the air, landing with another crunch that stabbed his insides with shards of broken bone. The pirate would have howled in agony if it weren't for the his lungs having completely deflated under the pressure of the munition. He tumbled, fell, stopped and was faced with a spinning ceiling. He gasped for breath, of which each was greeted with a sharp pain in his chest.

Then suddenly there was a woman. An attractive one at that. Her voice was a blur of information that his mind simply was not taking in. She said something about a name and a ship before jutting out her hand. Under the circumstances a ship with an attractive woman seemed like a swell idea and he was coherent enough to see she wasn't a jailer nor a prisoner. If anything she was dressed more like a Nihil. Maybe she was with Njal or Haxel. Maybe this was a rescue by his own people.

He couldn't speak back, but he answered with his own hand, taking hers to lead the way.