Rise of the Imperials [First Order Dominion of Yalara and Effekt]

[Thresh Sken]

Post 6
Location: Kullcor
Allies: [member="Ciardha Ren"] [member="Saki lin"] [member="Miles Cormin"]

Aw, man. Why am I stuck babysitting all the time? She was obviously much more talented in using the Force than I am, currently, but that didn't mean I couldn't show off. That lighning trick she did was pretty cool... I peeked over the hill, as Saki lin started the slow descent down to try to surprise the armed guards. I looked at our guide. He looked terrified, although I didn't know why. Surely I wasn't that intimidating. I had just begun my apprenticeship. I finally took the time to relax. Our guide wasn't going anywhere. And plus, I could sense where he was.

Woah. Wait a minute. I could sense someone? I hadn't been able to accomplish that feat since Ciardha Ren showed me it... I closed my eyes. The guide was close, so he wasn't that difficult. With some concentration, I located Saki, still maneuvering towards the guards at the bottom of the hill. And those guards.... I could sense them too. Even though they were far away from me. I shouldn't have been able to sense any of them. I searched the surrounding area one more time looking for a possible explanation to this sudden newfound ability.

Ah. There it is. It was... enormous. I could feel the power and energy of the Dark Side radiating from the settlement behind the guards at the bottom of the hill. I tried to grab onto some of it, to see what it would do. Suddenly, I felt fully energized, like I could do anything.

I opened my eyes and checked to make sure the guide hadn't gone anywhere. He hadn't. I crawled to the top of the hill again, and watched the guards patrolling a little distance off from the bottom of the hill. Saki lin was nowhere to be seen. I stood up, extended my right arm, and pushed all that Dark Side energy I felt to the end of it. I didn't know what I was doing, just that it felt... natural in some way.

The energy build-up felt so enormous, it was practically begging for release. I focused on it, and shoved it outside of my arm, directing it towards the guards on the ground.

It rushed out of me, taking the form of the much-sought-after Sith Lightning. I watched as its jagged bolts reached out across the heads of the guards down below. I completely missed them, but they noticed it. I heard exclamations and shouting as they coward in fear of the mysterious origins of the lightning. I let loose with a hearty, maniacal laugh. The rush of power was euphoric. I watched as the guards below me ran around, unsure of what to do next. I stood and watched as I waited for Saki lin to appear and make the most of the sudden bout of confusion.

 

[Dunames Lopez]

Location: Halaban, Effekt
Post: 10/20
Objective: Space station development

The Finalizer having pulling out as well, the much-reduced delegation of 5 was quickly boarded in and it took all of thirty seconds to get Star Tours to collect the five Effekt scholars that were able to make it to the modified rendezvous point. Hopefully they will enjoy the fineries the same way the Noghri did. But they will have a smooth flight to Lipsec. But as the Maersk of Lanteeb departs to Lipsec, Logistical Command will surely realize something is amiss but that the final supplies for the construction of Hexham Station were to be carried despite the much-reduced number of scholars they were able to get from Effekt. One professor and its graduate students. They were brought in five single-occupancy cabins so that they would be able to fly to Lipsec without being bothered by each other. Then again, the ship is not even 10% occupied so everyone and the crew could get a single cabin for that segment of the flight if so they wanted.

"Open a channel to Logistical Command"

"On screen"

"Logistical Command, this is Star Tours. It would appear that people on the ground have interfered with the mission Logistical Command has issued us"

"How?"

"Natives on the ground were treated as a navigational hazard by the Maersk of Lanteeb's systems - our original rendezvous point was closer to Halaban but his presence forced us to move away"

"It will cost us less but it appears you got some Effekt residents in the end, just not the amount we hoped for"

 

[Saki lin]

She stuck through the grass and trees, a large rock was ahead that she could hide behind and use for cover to ambush the guards without a problem

However each step closer she felt, beyond amazing it was as if power was just suddenly flowing into her body coursing it's way through her entire body sending a shiver of delight through her spine

And just as she was about to jump out at the guards and rip them to shreds a bolt of lightning ripped the air in half and landed past the guards as she looked up from its source and cursed...that idiot just ruined the attack...now matter now they were confused and in disarray

She activated her saber and gave a smile as she jumped to the nearest one and sliced him in two before spinning using pryokinesis....wait she could never use it this good...it felt so fething good as she hit the guy in the neck breaking it and inflicting burns as she looked to [member="Thresh Sken"] "bring him down and make sure he lives and improve your aim! I'll let it go this time but now let us enjoy this!

Post 6

 

[Micah tol Powl]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_ls9KkMR2Ic​

Post 3 of 25
Objective 1: Rock this witch tag
Frenemies: [member="Darth Veles"] | [member="Skjold Alexeyev"] | [member="Isla Ashen"] | [member="Wolf"]
Gear: Primeval Light Infantry Armor | Warden Cloak | SE-44C Blaster Pistol | Amphistaff (Azi)

Into the darkness.

In too deep.

Through the labyrinthine passage, the small boy passed. Enshrouded, the path before him obfuscated by shadow and shadowplay. And still he wandered, never wavering, never hesitating, as he placed one foot before the other as though trusting completely that he wasn't walking off the edge of the abyss. After awhile, the sounds of the others became faint. Echoes fading into the growing dark, until there was naught but the sound of silence.

And whispers.

Sounds, almost out of hearing. The distant thunder of blaster fire. The clash of lightsabers. Voices of the dead and the deep.

Kneeling down, the child scraped his hand against the hand stone of the floor, turning his palm up as he came away with a handful of loose rocks and dust. As he rose back up to his feet, the young Pantoran brought the handful of dirt up toward his mask. Quietly, the child's raspy timbre could be heard uttering an alien tongue. An ancient language. A dead language, recorded now only in the texts kept by the mysterious Primeval. "Boona Nogras, jicag bu heee, da mee bahietka-en koee tee doneha kouuicala."

Closing his fist, the echo of the child's strange prayer resonated faintly. "Boona Nogras, jicag bu heee, da mee bahietka-en koee tee doneha kouuicala." Then, with a sweeping gesture, the boy opened his hand as let the dust and dirt sprinkle back down through the air. "Boona Nogras, jicag bu heee, da mee bahietka-en koee tee doneha kouuicala."

It was faint at first.

Then, one by one, eerie orbs of softly glowing light appeared from out of the earthen mist. These strange, otherworldly will'o'wisps hovered about the serpent-clad child as he started forward once more, darkly illuminating a path which it seemed only he could see.

 

[Thresh Sken]

Post 7
Location: Kullcor
Allies: [member="Ciardha Ren"] [member="Saki lin"] [member="Miles Cormin"]

"Alright" I answered Saki lin. "I'm working on the aim part" I said with a smile in my voice. "Maybe you could teach me?"

I turned towards our guide. "Come here, you." He timidly stepped forward, no doubt scared out of his wits because of the performance I just gave. I pushed him ahead of me as we navigated down the hill to Saki lin. We continued our careful advance, now closer to our than ever to the end of the short walk. With each step, I could feel the increasing power of the Dark Side emanating from where I could only assume was our destination. It reinvigorated me, giving me a sense of power that I had never felt before.

And right now, it felt great.

 

[Darth Veles]

Objective 1
[member="Avedia Lacroix"] [member="Boo Chiyo"] [member="Wolf"] [member="Isla Ashen"] [member="Valessia Brentioch"] [member="Skjold Alexeyev"]

Even the amphibian’s sure pace slowed down to a crawl once he hit the maze’s trickiest parts. Not only did the smooth, moist walls provide nothing to grab onto - sometimes, the obvious stone under their feet lacked its solid state and became air upon touch, an illusion meant to plunge the unworthy into their death. Blindly trusting sees soon became a burden, speaking the same lies as the restless spirits that have taken residence within these macabre caves. There was no doubt they’d welcome more souls among their miserable ranks to further spread their bad advice.

The Force itself obfuscated the truth it appeared – the group following the amphibious Darth had soon hit a dead end. No path, nothing to advance their progress, only a barren rock wall to laugh at their expressions. Maybe it would have tricked the Mon Cal if not for his cybernetic eye and immersion in the Force. A simple switch through different visions and he could see the paved road that should not exist, projected into his brain in pale blue light surrounded by black nothingness.

One step after another carried him over the chasm stretched below the correct pathway. Whoever followed the Mon Cal needed to mimic the man’s movement lest they possessed cybernetic eyes or Force sight themselves. His real orb’s fleeting glances over the edge showed only rock and stone all the way at the bottom, as far as Veles could see anyway. Falling down would be quite possible to survive – getting out was the impossible task though, especially with several broken limbs. A terrible way to die.

Among the black and dark, something white glistened, demanding the Sith Lord’s attention; a sad sight to behold, bones littering the ground, probably the guide’s grandmother. A short stop was all the amphibian needed; with the Force bound by his focus coiling its tendrils around the ancient bones, Veles slowly raised his hand and levitated the remains out of their resting place, creating a strange rhythm when the bones clinked onto the cavern floor. It echoed through the cavern, an eerie sound that sent shivers down the spine.

Nothing else was important enough for the group to halt their progress, thus the First Order’s knights led by the Sith advanced swiftly. Soon enough, their efforts were rewarded with another plateau; Veles’ cane put it to test and positively evaluated it to be no trick. For a short while, they could regain their strength before making the final push through the last path - only Tavion’s Triumph remained between the Ren and the temple of Ragnos now.

Whatever evil slumbered inside the twisted structure, it continued to wait patiently.

 

[Dunames Lopez]

Location: Lipsec
Post: 11/20
Objective: Space station development

"Lightspeed to Lipsec!"

At least she accomplished the objective Logistical Command set out for Star Tours: collect some scholars, some adventurers from Yalara and Effekt, and now they are ready to drop them off on Lipsec, travelling around in space in first-class accommodations at Logistical Command's expense. Then again, Logistical Command was willing to engage in profligate spending when it came to dominions. To Logistical Command, which is officially under the jurisdiction of the Navy, dominions are those missions that had special cachet (alongside invasions or rebellions) and only then would they request Star Tours' presence. Because dominions are opportunities for factions to make conquests and gain territory, Logistical Command has a wide berth to ensure their success, even if it means cutting corners on the more routine jobs. Dunames knew that Star Tours would have to serve the FO's interests differently from other FO PCs, but she had other things to tend to. A few hours later, Dunames arrives and lands on Lipsec, taking up the majority of the space on the cargo apron, where she would collect the supplies for Hexham Station.

"Welcome, Maersk of Lanteeb. I trust that you're here regarding the supplies bound to Yalara?"

"Yes, I'm on Logistical Command business"

"Roger"

"I brought the special guests Logistical Command has requested: Noghri, Effekt residents"

 

[Saki lin]

[member="Thresh Sken"]
Post seven

Oh don't worry I can teach you or you can learn right now!"she said as she lit her hands on fire and ran towards several guards jumping up and landing in the middle before she spun sending flames in each direction that engulfed them causing screams to go out as their skin bubbled before they fell dieing from shock and pain

She let a breath out and shivered...she wasn't cold but this power just made her do so and she lived it couldn't stop at all just needed to do so"Thresh when you do it aim your fingers like a gun...that's what I did when I started learning "she said giving advice as she watched as the guards shook as she flashed a smile"oh look at this"she said as she slowly approached the guards putting their guns down to surrender"LOOK AT THIS, these men want to surrender "she said and chuckled " Thresh I shall give you the choicw...shall they live? Or die?

[member="Miles Cormin"] [member="Ciardha Ren"]

 

[Thresh Sken]

Post 8
Location: Kullcor
Allies: [member="Ciardha Ren"] [member="Saki lin"] [member="Miles Cormin"]

So... point my fingers... I turned to the side as Saki lin did what she did best. I splayed them out, all pointing relatively straight but separated, aiming at a nearby tree. I called upon that huge power source I felt earlier, now closer than ever. This time, I let only a little bit in. No use going big if I can't even control it yet.

I let a small burst arc out from my fingertips, arcing a little to the right of the tree. I frowned. I adjusted my aim and let a slightly bigger burst go. Still off! I started to get heated, and let loose a good five second burst at the tree, finally hitting it, or at least close enough to it, that the trunk was singed. I turned, satisfied, to address Saki lin. More practice would be due later.

"Well..." I started carefully. I wouldn't want to damage any assets to The First Order... Perhaps these men could be used as troops? I tried to think of what A Knight of Ren would do. We bring order to the galaxy, and therefore peace. We don't destroy mindlessly like the Sith do... We're different. I voiced my opinion to Saki lin.

"Do you think these men could be of use to The First Order? We could use them as troops. I'm just trying to keep in mind what Ciardha Ren said, that we don't destroy mindlessly, we do it to bring order about. These men are not a danger to us, so perhaps we could use them somehow? What think you?" It sounded better in my head... but now it was her turn to decide the course of action as an apprentice with more training than I. And I would go along willingly.

 

[Jaron Lesan]

Objectice: my own
Post: 1/20

The time had come for Jaron to return to the Knights of Ren. What had they become without him? His master, Belis Ren was he still living? Jaron had none of these answers. What he knew was that the organization he helped found, that he had once helped to lead, they needed him once more. There would be those who would find his insertion and reemergence a thing to be celebrated, but he assumed most would find it troublesome. His intrusion would not be welcome, and the demand he be respected as he and been would likely be denied.

Jaron sat on his ship as the world around him teamed with the presence of the First Order. The darkness was palpable, but would they know be was there. His ship was cloaked, and his engines turned off. He was untraceable. Jaron would choose when to reveal himself, but for now he waited. Patience was a thing he had learned, but perhaps too late. His life had seen him away, discovering who he was, and as a result no one he cared for mattered. He'd disappeared. Had he been missed? Likely not. The wanderer was used to being alone. This was not any different than what he had grown accustomed to.

 

[Micah tol Powl]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=H_ix8dHZhUE​

Post 4 of 25
Objective 1->4: Branching off on my own here
Frenemies: [member="Darth Veles"] | [member="Skjold Alexeyev"] | [member="Isla Ashen"] | [member="Wolf"]
Gear: Primeval Light Infantry Armor | Warden Cloak | SE-44C Blaster Pistol | Amphistaff (Azi)

The eerie wisps cast a garish, unnatural green light into the shadows.

The sounds of bones rattling echoed somewhere, though in the confines of the labyrinth it was impossible to say where it had come. The sound echoed from the right. It echoed from the left. It echoed behind...

And another sound.

A shuffling like that of feet scraping over the rough hewn stone floor.

The head of the amphistaff reared back, it's fangs apparent as the Yuuzhan Vong wrought creature uttered a low hiss-roar. They were not alone in the dark. Reaching up a hand, the armored child gently caressed the amphistaff's head to quiet it.

Then just as quietly reached down to loosen the blaster in it's holster, switching the safety off as the boy voyaged on along the path laid out for him by the will'o'wisps brought forth from the Primeval prayer. He would go where the will of the Force would take him, the path illuminated by the old magicks forgotten by most.

He had taken the road less traveled, and forever would it loom as a shadow over him.

 

[Dunames Lopez]

Location: Lipsec
Post: 12/20
Objective: Space station development

It took a few hours to load the supplies meant to finalize the construction of Hexham Station over Yalara, but with the ship emptied of the guests Logistical Command would have paid for, doing so was a cinch. Tug droids, they made the task way easier. There were fifteen reefer containers, and the rest were construction materials, starship components and whatnot, with the materials taking up the bulk of the space aboard the Maersk of Lanteeb. They had to set a new course to Yalara and the supplies for finishing the station would soon arrive, alongside consumables for a few extra weeks, or maybe months, of operation. And Dunames, as is always the case when she comes to Lipsec, goes to the local TKFC and orders a large bucket of fried chicken to share with the bridge crew. With the bucket of fried chicken in tow, Dunames is confronted by the Logistical Command people that have overseen the loading of the Maersk of Lanteeb, now loaded with loads of materials.

"Captain, the shipment is ready, make for Yalara on the double!"

"Roger, Logistical Command"

"Good luck, and may the Force be with you"

"I trust that Logistical Command will take good care of the guests we've carried from Yalara and Effekt! They cost a fortune to us"

 

[Micah tol Powl]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8mz9sdLwfuI​

Post 5 of 25
Objective 4: Are you afraid of the dark?
Gear: Primeval Light Infantry Armor | Warden Cloak | SE-44C Blaster Pistol | Amphistaff (Azi)

The green wisps floated, three in all.

The darkness seemed to peel back like a curtain before the accursed orbs, the ghoulish hellfire illuminating the contours of a wall that soon ceased to be a cave. The natural flow of the rock giving way to the rough hewn strokes of stone that had been cut away. Then stone. Cut like bricks and laid out to make a wall of some kind.

The boy's gloved hand brushed against the ancient marble. Even through the thick bodyglove, he could feel the cold. An unnatural freezing, biting cold that sapped the warmth from out of his flesh. And through a glove designed to protect the wearer even against the infinite cold of space itself.

As he walked several steps more, he came to where it seemed an avalanche or rock slide now overlay a part of the wall. It presented him with what appeared to be a dead end.

The way is shut.​

He caught her from out the peripheral of his eye.

No lifeform or motion registered on the combat sensor integrated into his helmet however. He looked back over his right shoulder, as though expecting to see her standing there.

It was made by those who are dead.​

His head came around sharply.

Reflected in the glass of his visor was the face of a Lethan Twilek. She was bound in chains. Dirty. Malnourished. Her name was Asaak Tey.

Her name had been Asaak Tey. Of the Order of the Silver Jedi.

She was dead now. She'd been dead for some time. And it was Boo who had murdered her.

It had been at a ball of all things. A great affair of state, when Anja aj'Rou had served as Host Lord and the Primeval had spread their message across the Tingel Arm. Their power had been great then. The Mandalorians and the Jedi fleeing before them.

Before the dark times.

Before the rise of [member="Zambrano the Hutt"].

As he watched, the ghostly apparition of the Jedi Padawan stepped back into the haze of shadows and shadowplay.

And the dead keep it.​

The sound of feet shuffling.

Closer. Closer now.

Jaws snapping, the Yuuzhan Vong amphistaff was suddenly a blur of motion. Coiling and uncoiling, the serpentine biot snaked around one arm, across the boy's back, and down the other arm. Bringing one foot in a circular step forward, the other back so that he was crouched in a T-stance, the youth adopted the opening pose of the Cobra style of Teras Kasi. His left hand was pulled back, the right arm forward as the palm was held outstretched and open. The head of the demon-like amphistaff hovered there, fangs barred as it's scaled bristled with an electric energy that crackled along the obsidian scales.

"Fluu as nun sang'o sen kulp'a..."

It wasn't the original words of the incantation. That would have been High Sith. Corrupted, translated into Primeval, the effect was no different. An aura of unease spread from out of the young boy. Mynocks, unseen in the cavernous holes of the labyrinth's roof, could be heard scattering. "Fluu as nun sang'o sen kulp'a..." Worms, spiders, and bugs skittered from underfoot, as an air of panic seemed to drive away all living organisms.

"Fluu as nun sang'o sen kulp'a..."

Still the shuffling footsteps continued.

Louder.

Closer.

 

[Visser Chernykh]

Objective I, Post VI...

His progress was slowed by a floor that sometimes wasn't there. Perhaps it was for the better. He found his mind to be slow to recover from the illusion. Still his consciousness reeled like a drunk man.

Gloved hands slipped on smooth walls of the maze. He didn't resent the Sith ahead of him for once. Seeing the remains of their guide's grandmother was sobering. It brought him back like a slap in the face.

Now it would seem they were close to the end. Part of him felt a sense of relief. This was quashed quickly and ruthlessly. A glance back to the bones removed any premature elation.

[member="Darth Veles"] | [member="Wolf"] | [member="Isla Ashen"] | [member="Boo Chiyo"] | [member="Valessia Brentioch"] | [member="Avedia Lacroix"]

 

[Roderik von Brinkerhoff]

Objective 2: Starfighter Corps
Location: 100th Fighter Squadron Ready Room
[member="Valessia Brentioch"] | [member="Pierce Fortan III"] | [member="Nils Brenner"] | [member="Greta Kohler"] | [member="Ishana Pavanos"]

Roderik watched as more of the fighter pilots belonging to the 100th filed in and took their seats. Others milled about, exchanged greetings and introductions, and otherwise prepared for the briefing to begin. As it became clear that everyone vital was in attendance, the captain dimmed the lights via podium control panel. The dimmed lighting accentuated the large holographic display beside him, the information also glowing on the built in seat arms, available on flip-up display screens - this provided the pilots seated further away an equal opportunity to inspect the visual data.

"Alright everybody to your seats and we'll begin. This will be an expedited briefing, the rest we'll receive in the cockpit." He paused momentarily to let the stragglers reach their seats. He took the time to activate the beginning of the briefing. The holographic and individual displays showed images of the surrounding system, placement of various staging locations for the war games, and most importantly, the staging location for the Starfighter Corps TIE Fighters taking part, the men and women assembled before him. Why they were tasked with representing the First Order's Starfighter Corps against the Noghri was about to become clear.

"We will be staging at rally point alpha, I will be leading First Flight, with Lieutenant Fortan leading Second Flight. Lieutenant Brenner will take Third Flight, and Lieutenant Kohler will be leading Fourth Flight on this. At the conclusion of the Squadron round, we will be conducting a 3-on-3 engagement. Volunteers for round two?" [member="Nils Brenner"], [member="Pierce Fortan III"], [member="Greta Kohler"]

"Final round will be conducted by myself, against their top flyer. We will want clear space for this, so when your participation rounds are over, you are to immediately return to base. Watch the rest on the vids, like everyone else is. No spectators in space."

After the final images had run their course in the briefing, Roderik raised the lights back up to standard brightness levels.

"Come see me before you leave, if you want to volunteer for round two. Otherwise, dismissed. Everyone to your ships."

 

[Ludolf Vaas]

Objective: 2
Post: 1 (better late than never)
[member="Valessia Brentioch"]

The sun beat down from above in the Noghri arena, giving Ludolf Vaas' light brown hair a nearly golden hue.

Before him stood the two Noghri brothers, Khanvir and Rovkhan, both royalty and sons of the King. As their father observed from his private box above, the stare of the Noghri princes was met by the icy blue eyes of General Vaas, who stood at the head of a contingent of hand-picked Stormtroopers from the White Wolves Squadron. Only this time, they were not wearing their distinctive white armor; instead, each one was clad in nothing but loins fit for a gladiatorial contestant, including Ludolf himself.

The First Order could have easily turned this planet to glass, Ludolf would readily admit. And they certainly would have, if the Noghri were not capable of being such useful allies on the battlefield. It was the Supreme Leader's will that the Noghri should not be liquidated completely, but rather culled as allies for the First Order. As such, the First Order Army would play along with the Noghri's war games, not least because there was no appreciation for honor lost between the Noghri and the First Order. This sentiment extended to Ludolf himself, who could have easily chosen to sit out this contest of arms and sent low-ranking warriors in his place. But Vaas knew that such actions would not win the respect of his troops, or the respect of the Noghri for that matter. Leaders did not simply command troops. True leaders fought side-by-side with their subjects.

"I am General Ludolf Vaas of the First Order Army," He spoke in response to the question by the Noghri princes. "I will be leading our forces here today, in this arena."

The sun illuminated his bare chest as he stood at the center of the arena, his fair skin absorbing the rays and beginning to darken.

"We are prepared to meet your challenge, brothers, and as a testament to the First Order's devotion to the divine spirit of martial prowess, let this be a fight to the death between our warriors."

 

[Micah tol Powl]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Uxg5W5wKvLE​

Post 6 of 25
Objective 4: Are you afraid of the dark?
Gear: Primeval Light Infantry Armor | Warden Cloak | SE-44C Blaster Pistol | Amphistaff (Azi)

The green will'o'wisps floated away from the wall.

As they drifted into the mist, humanoid shapes began to take form from out of the shadows. Until it seemed as though the three orbs of ghoulish hellfire had transformed into the shuddering, rambling shape of the walking dead.

Korriban zombies.

They were known in some texts as the Undying, servants to the Dark Lords even in their graves. Their bodies continuing to decay, even as Dark Side magicks bound them inextricably to serve as guardians to the secrets the Sith took with them to their graves.

The boy's breathing labored audibly in his ears. He'd encountered one of the Undying before, in a shuttle far out in the vastness of space, during a mission with the Levantine Astronautical Academy. It had not been an experience that had gone wholly well for him, and he'd had the fortune of being rescued by [member="Coren Starchaser"].

Now there were three of them.

He caught the snap from out the corner of his eye. A split-second lead time before the electromagnetic sensors spiked sharply in the Heads-up Display within the helmet he wore. Stepping back, he'd just enough time to shift his body so that the Sith Lightning traveled up his left arm. Transferred to the amphistaff, whose body was made to channel bio-electric impulses, the young Pantoran was nonetheless taken off his feet.

As the kinetic impact took him off his feet, the transfer of energy sent all of his armor's systems into utter chaos. The lightning arced across his shoulders, tracing the length of the amphistaff until it arrived at the terminus. Extending his right hand out toward the ground, the boy channeled the energy there.

The lighting struck with a loud BANG. The air displacement from the resulting explosion sending the boy flying back. He slammed up against the wall behind him, sending a loose collection of rocks and pebbles cascading down along the wall, even as he crumpled back to the floor.

The lights from the HUD were flickering, the computer components struggling to come back on-line. The lights illuminated the pale blue face, as the child breathed heavily, gasping for want to catch his breath.

That had taken the wind out of him.

Then, reaching up, the boy undid the clasp holding the Warden Cloak in place. As the heavy garment fell away from off his shoulders, the amphistaff moved with such a fluid grace that it was as though the creature flowed into his hands. An electric charge seemed to ignite, as the biot hardened into the staff-life weapon it was known for. Raising his amber eyes, the boy looked out through the flickering HUD at the approaching undead.

"-tt-"

 

[Dunames Lopez]

Location: Yalara
Post: 13/20
Objective: Space station development

"Takeoff sequence initiated"

"Once clear of atmosphere, lightspeed to Yalara!"

"Captain, what about the bucket of TKFC you brought us?"

"We'll eat it on the bridge once we're in hyperspace"

Once the Maersk of Lanteeb is in hyperspace, the bridge crew got around their consoles, eating what food they could out of the 20-piece chicken feast, which included everything that is included as standard at TKFC in bucket feasts: 2x family fries, large gravy (Dunames chose sweet-and-sour) and two large sides: coleslaw and corn (even though Tieos was rather far from Lipsec). Dunames was standing ready to eat her three pieces in the bucket as fast as she could, knowing that some of the bridge crew didn't eat chicken - probably for medical reasons if they were from herbivore species. Herbivores would probably eat fries just fine, but that would mean less fries and less salad for everyone else - the omnivores. Dunames had a lot to do before she could actually hand in the remaining supplies for the construction of Staton Hexham in orbit over Yalara. With the construction entering the final stages, timely delivery of the supplies is of paramount importance and both Logistical Command and Star Tours know it.

 

[Micah tol Powl]

Post 7 of 25
Objective 4: Are you afraid of the dark?
Gear: Primeval Light Infantry Armor | Warden Cloak | SE-44C Blaster Pistol | Amphistaff (Azi)

Coming up from the floor, the boy kept his eyes forward.

The undead to his left was closest, arm reaching for the small Pantoran. An electric current surged through the air, as the hardened form of the amphistaff whipped around. There was no pause. No hesitation. No resistance to the motion. The molecular edge of the biot's bio-electric field neatly cut through rotting flesh, sinew, and decrepit bone. The arms of the zombie fell away to the floor.

Passing the staff off from his left hand to his right, the boy outstretched his arm toward the disarmed zombie. A powerful surge of Dark Side energies ran through him, as the child tapped into the well-spring of fear and unleashed the Force. The ghoulish creature went sailing back through the air, leaving the boy with the two remaining Undying.

Hands outstretched, the joints of the hand horribly disfigured by the effects of rigor mortis, the Pantoran spun the amphistaff in hand as the Sith lightning lanced out from the one zombie toward him. Channeling the energy into the spinning staff, he grit his teeth as he held the raw power there for a moment. Stepping back and around, he suddenly flattened out the staff in his arms, angling the head of the serpent out toward the distant Undying.

The collected energies he'd been retaining were unleashed, lancing out in a lightning strike that was as luminous as it was effective. As the destructive Force energies ripped apart the corpse body, fire began to engulf what remained of the damned soul.

Bringing his back foot around and forward, the Pantoran moved like a dancer as he struck in the next moment. A single sweep. Forward. Sharp right. The amphistaff having traversed from over his left shoulder to arrive near his right foot.

The boy relaxed his posture, letting go of a breath he hadn't even been conscious of holding. As he did, the fatigue slammed into his body as the adrenaline ebbed from out of his muscles. His youth was catching up to him rapidly, as exhaustion threatened to overtake him. The amphistaff went limp, once again becoming the pliable form of the living biot. It slithered back along the boy's arms.

The zombie, still standing, remained perfectly still. Then, gravity slowly took hold. The severed head rolled from off the shoulders, as the creature fell in two pieces to the ground.

At the same time, a tremor shook the ground at his feet. Behind him, he could hear rocks sliding. Turning, the boy saw that the stones which had earlier barred the passage were now rolling out of the way. Removed, as if by some unseen hand. Making his way to where his cloak was crumpled on the ground, the Pantoran viewed this newly opened passage with no small amount of skepticism.

As he came up from the floor, the boy threw the cloak on over his armored form. Adjusting the clasp, he was vaguely aware of the arm-less zombie flopping around on the floor, unable to pick itself up.

A single blaster shot echoed through the labryinth, the smoking gun returned to the holster as the Pantoran started through the strange passage.

 

[Natasi Fortan]

Pierce listened to the briefing, trying not to look too bored, for the sake of [member="Roderik von Brinkerhoff"] if no one else. It was sometimes odd being in the First Order Starfighter Corps. After all, they were constantly preparing for war. Drilling for war. Cheering for war. Praying for war. But the war never actually seemed to come. Sure, there were skirmishes here and there, bits and pieces of battle, scrapes during dominions, but still. It was difficult to get excited for it. War was terrible and he knew that his cousin Natasi was doing whatever was necessary to prevent it, but war was where names were made, and Pierce didn't intend to let Natasi be the only famous Fortan.

How else was he going to impress the ladies?

He approached Roderik immediately after the briefing. "Have you even got to ask, for heaven's sake?" he demanded.