[Non-Canon] For Poodoo & Giggles: Time Warp

[Ara Zambrano]

The breeze carried on it the acrid scent of molten metal, dirt, ash, and of course, blood. The battlefield around them glowed with the abrasive orange and sulfur hues of the raging magma flowing past, a natural moat meant to ensnare the unobservant or weak into the fiery depths. The screams of the passing TIE and x-wings overhead whistled through their ears, a dog fight for supremacy of the stars mimicking the simple battles for survival on the ground. Green and red flashed above, a fireworks display clashing against the crimson pools of blood soaking into the dirt beneath the soles of the ivory clad soldiers of the First Order.

The spray of artillery fire sent pieces of Duraplast scattering, shrapnel embedding itself into each available surface, ripping into armour and machinery with equal abandon for friend of foe, soldiers felled with anguished cries of rage and pain, the keening rising high above the field to penetrate into the minds of those still standing. Shouts of orders carried on the winds spurred the mass of bodies forward, the hard unyielding tones inspiring bloodlust and venom into the hearts of men.

The knight stood above the din, her eyes narrowed in derision as she watched, cloak whipping in the winds, edges torn and burnt, a sinister edge to the dark robes she swathed herself in. Tendrils of chocolate locks clung to her neck and face as sweat coated her body in a second, less pleasant layer of protection, the sting of salt in the myriad of cuts and wounds peppering her form, largely ignored.

The crimson glow of her ignited blade flashed up and out, meeting with the emerald hue of her opponents in a shower of sparks and heat, not unlike the tapestry of colors that filled the sky above. A viscous grin curled up the corners of her mouth as they disengaged and met again, body moving with ease as the power flowing through her anticipated each new sweep of his blade, her body reacting with quick efficiency.

Another explosion of dirt and rocks showered the pair as passing air support continued their torrent on the ground forces. A split second to glance above cost her dearly, the man before moving with a swiftness held in check until just such an opportunity arose. Verdant plasma arched through the air, unopposed, meeting with the exposed flesh of her upper arm, the smell of hair and skin burning a grisly aroma added to the heady mix swirling around them…



Ara tumbled to the ground, blinking in surprise as the stick smacked against her upper arm hard enough to bruise. Face screwed up in a grimace, tongue pressed against the back of her teeth as angry tears welled, blood flooded her cheeks in embarrassment, the ten-year old glaring at the figure now towering above her with a triumphant grin.

”Hey stoopid face, I’m supposed to be stronger than you! I’ma KNIGHT!”

With all the indignation a young girl could muster, she scrambled to her feet. A skater skirt, almost too short for someone her age, adorned in splatters of mud and dirt added to the pink motif, along with a ”Daddy’s Little Girl” tee and equally bright, rain boots. The braid her poor father had attempted to master that morning coming undone with the onslaught of activity the playground wrought.

Fuming expression banishing away the last of the tears, she hurled a fist at the boy’s arm, connecting solidly with the flesh, “lightsaber” cast aside, the poor stick lying useless on the ground.

OOC information:

This is the first of our “For Poodoo and Giggles” RP topics! Meant to be a fun de-stressor, completely non-canon, these threads will allow us to explore our characters in new ways and settings, adding some fun and hilarity to our time on Chaos. Geared towards members of the First Order, anyone is welcome to join, just please contact me first.

This week’s theme: Let’s Do the Time Warp Again!

The idea is simple, we are now children playing pretend on the playground! Suddenly, the lightsabers are sticks, clashing against each other as children giggle and scream. [member="Carlyle Rausgeber"] running around the gathered children with arms held out making flight noises at the top of his lungs. [member="Natasi Fortan"] and [member="Dante Calgar"] watching with arms crossed while everyone refuses to abide by the rules of engagement on the playground. [member="Mishel Zanteres"] running from one scene to another, jumping in mid-story, causing a ruckus and running off laughing maniacally.

Jump in, start a story and have fun! If anyone wants to claim to be the boy Ara just punched, go for it! Weave your own solo adventure or interact is completely up to you. This is meant to be a creative outlet just because.

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Tagging those who have expressed interest:

[member="Kyrel Ren"] | [member="Jaron Lesan"] | [member="Caehl Ren"] | [member="Torian Pierce"] | [member="Samka Derith"] | [member="Kayla Wylen"]​

Any and all others are welcome to join!

 

[Jaron Lesan]

​Darkness surrounded him. He could feel the presence of something wicked and evil approaching him as the battle in the sky raged on above him. The sounds of engines whirring above his head caused him to look up for a moment as a silent prayer was offered to the force for the safety of his friends. Suddenly a familiar presence had pricked his senses. Dark Chocolate eyes looked to the form and visage of the one who stood before him. She was here.

Their blades met in an illustrious clash which reverberated its sound throughout the field of battle. Finally they had met again, and this time whatever had been unfinished at their last meeting would be resolved. Sparks flew with each powerful collision of focused light and plasma. The force was with him, masking the hurt and pain of the betrayal he felt in this meeting.

Her movements were graceful, yet foolish. Leaving herself exposed to attack the man seized his chance. With a guilty swing of his blade the damage was done. He would disarm her, take her hilt, and draw her to the light side. Her salvation and redemption depended upon it. A delighted smile stretched across his face, proud that he had bested her...



"And my shirt says Jedi Master... it's even green!" Jaron said with an indignant look on his face as if she was supposed to know that his shirt made him all powerful.

He could see that she was about to cry, but such was life. One couldn't always win, wouldn't always win, and she had left herself open. The look on her face quickly turned from nearly bursting into tears to anger. This was not good. In an instant she punched him in the arm, hard. Jaron dropped his stick into the dirt, his eyes widened with shock, and his mouth hung open. He was stunned.

"Hey! That hurt." he said... "And not fair because daddy says I'm not spossed to hit girls..."

[member="Ara Ren"]​

 

[Kayla Wylen]

War was cruel. It was a loss for both parties the moment the first shot was fired. Every life lost on the battlefield was one wasted, but she had vowed to protect her allies from that fate. She was no mighty warrior, no hero. She was the one who would make sure her allies would survive, whether it was by keeping them from harm or by tending to those wounded in the heat of battle. She stood beside them as a guardian angel.

Her eyes opened wide as she saw one of the Jedi masters duel somebody else, but this one carried a lightsaber that was colored red. A follower of the Dark side was dangerous, they opposed peace and sought to bring the galaxy to their feet, an evil that was not allowed to flourish. Without hesitation she dashed over to support the Jedi, hoping to do whatever she could to make sure the guardian of peace would not be harmed.

Before she could reach the two however the Darksider was hit in the arm by the lightsaber of her opponent, disarming her. He had defeated her, and perhaps she could even be saved. It would be a victorious day for the light...

"Please don't fight, I don't like it when friends fight!" Kayla ran over rather clumsily with a concerned look on her face. Normally she was a quiet and reserved girl, but when tensions flared up she was often one of the first to try to calm things down. Conflict made her sad and wanted to make sure it happened as little as possible.

She turned to Ara and looked at her arm, her concerned face now including an inquisitive edge. "Are you okay? Does it hurt?" After saying that she noticed Jaron rubbed his arm, reminded of the fact he had been punched there. "And you?" Deep down the girl wanted to comment on how it was mean to hit someone, but she was too scared to say it.

[member="Jaron Lesan"] | [member="Ara Ren"]

 

[WolfMortum]

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The stars shot by as the twin ion engines of his fighter screamed into action, concussions of laser fire rocking the fighter as blasts of green and red plasma reigned supreme across the blanketed darkness. ​

At the controls of this great and impossibly fast little starfighter, Caeh Ren formerly known as Brennan Cabrol handled the controls like a true Ace, the galaxies finest fighting for the peace and order of all planets one could imagine, all peoples looking all kinds of funny. Big and small, old and young, all of them would cheer for him as he fought the good fight for a hero's reasons! Everyone loves a hero!​

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"Honey, promise me you'll play nice today. The Zambrano's are very nice people and this visits important to your father..."​

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Brennan stared out of the car window, watching as the new town passed him on by. They'd only recently moved into the City from out country way and his parents were forcing him to meet with his fathers new employer, the boss Mr.Zambrano who was meant to be some big rich powerful banker or some such nonsense, all Brennan could knew was that it was all big adult stuff and the corners of his mind held far more exciting fantasies as they passed the people walking their dogs on the sidewalk, parked cars and cyclists...​

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His mothers words were silenced however, the Galaxy was being threatened by REBELLION!​

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Who could pilot a ship so well, no one could beat him at flying and yet this other ship with wings shaped like an X managed to dodge all of his shots!​

Back and fourth it swayed, in and out of the other much slower ships and people floating in space, blown to smithereens and sucked out of the airlocks of broken spacecraft, the battle was raging on, the starfighter rocking as it banked the corner, a sharp right and on the tail of this rogue bad guy!...​

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"Alright Darling, here we are...-You be sure to say hello to everyone. Your father told the Zambrano's you were starting school soon so there's going to be some children they'd like you to meet!"​

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And just like that dread overcame him and his great space battle was over, forced to face up to the real world with people he didn't want to meet by parents who expected him to behave himself for a meeting that had nothing to do with him. Life was so unfair !​

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[member="Ara Zambrano"] | [member="Jaron Lesan"] | [member="Kayla Wylen"]​

 

[Ara Zambrano]

A small, childish smirk grew on her face as a weakness was revealed, the shock on his face pulling giggles from within the girl. Rules were written to be broken in her world, but not in everyone’s. Jaron was about to learn why the Jedi were constantly falling to the Darkside.

”Good thing my daddy never told me that. I can hit who I want!”

Another high-pitched voice joined the fray as a semi-familiar girl joined the pair, begging them to stop fighting and searching for injuries. Mouth open for a moment as she searched for the words to tell the newcomer to back off, she scooped her stick up from the ground, holding it less like a weapon of finesse, but instead as a crude club.

”No, but Jedi and Knights of Ren do! And if he can’t hit girls, this is gonna be so easy-”

With a roar of childish glee, she launched herself at the boy, stick raised overheld, swinging downward with all the strength she could muster, ignoring the throbbing ache of an arm that protested use.


The smell of burning flesh wafted above, the bright red stripe on her upper arm stinging harshly, exposed to the heat through ragged cloth torn apart by the heat of an enemy blade. She was lucky he’d not followed through with the strike, a distraction in the form of another joining the fray and narrowly saving the woman from loss of limb and otherwise assured defeat. A smirk curled up the corners of her mouth while his words spouted off the promise of redemption should she cede to him, surrendering and coming quietly as a prisoner of war.

The ideals of the Jedi consistently left her wondering how they even had a foothold in the galaxy, the bleeding hearts unable to even assure their opponent was properly disarmed before turning to care for an ally in the heat of battle. It was a mistake he would never have made, and one the man would never make again.

”Was it kindness that prevented the final blow or merely your inability to do what is necessary to guarantee victory?”

Her voice floated over the din, a thread of power accompanying the words to instill doubt deep within the recess of his mind. A duel of wits as well as the physical, she stood gracefully, a wolfish grin flashed in his direction.

Moving with the swiftness augmented by the power of the Force, her feet moving with sure swift strides as her fingers wrapped around the hilt of her crimson blade, once again casting her face in a vicious glow. Abandoning the beautiful form of Makashi for the pure strength of Soresu for an overhead strike that would easily separate the man’s head from his shoulders if he wasn’t vigilant, she charged, blade flashing above in a beautiful and deadly dance.

[member="Jaron Lesan"] | [member="Kayla Wylen"] | [member="Caehl Ren"]​

OOC: The more the merrier! Please join in!