Laphisto
His mind was still reeling from the vision and pain of his death. It was. Strange, to say the least, he had lost count of how many times he had borne witness to his or other deaths. They all felt so real, constantly living in deja vu. Yet, he always trusted the force to guide him, ensuring his survival. And yet here he was, following the force to some strange location on some backwater planet so close to Sith space. The ever-present question of why is still lingering in his mind. Though
Diarch Reign
's question dragged him from his thoughts, his hand shooting up to deflect another blaster bolt that had strayed towards him. "
Honestly, old friend? Usually, something has gone wrong when I'm not being shot at."
When the first concussion grenade went off, it caused laphisto to hiss out in pain as the sound sent a shriek through his skull. It felt like ripples had begun to bounce around his brain and smash against the sides of his skull. His enhanced hearing turning on him like a faithful pet against its master. He was sent reeling as he sliced at where he had assumed a droid to be. his force sight only allowed him to see force sensitives and other sentient life, but droids? and force-dead individuals? It was an avenue he didn't like getting himself barricaded by. Turning to face Reign, he growled his words. "
I can't see these damned droids. I can care for the mercs, but I'll need you to focus on the walking tin cans."
He went to try and give another order out to his commander, but he was cut off mid-sentence by a familiar voice. He recognized that tone; it was
17-KR7 "Enigma"
, the droid he had worked very closely with on Falleen some weeks prior. Or was it months? It was difficult to tell, but he knew that voice anywhere. "
Well, I'll be damned; it seems you are moving up in the world enigma," he half chuckled, speaking to himself while he didn't know who
Eira Dyn
was or who she was trying to kill, It was of no concern of his. At least not presently. Maybe here sometime soon? But he would cross that bridge when he got to it. For now, he needed to focus on his current situation and work in tandem with Reign to try and survive this ordeal. "
Quick catch up, Reign, me, the flying woman over there, and her apprentice may or may not have a bounty on our heads after some fruitful encounters on Tatooine. Good chance these hunters are after all of us."
He made the assumption that this was a trap to try and capture everyone involved in the debacle at bestine. Though then again, if that was the case, where was
Spek Zhio
? Was the strange Zeltron already in custody? Or did he simply not fall for this otherwise ingenious trap. And that also left things to wonder why there were other force sensitives in the area;
Trayze Tesar
was a wild card; he didn't know who they were or what their relation to the scene was; he assumed
Tarasynora
was here with
Kaila Irons
as some kind of partnership alongside
Tamsin Graves
maybe a hired gun or friend by the way things sounded. But
Quinn Varanin
and her apprentice? he couldn't say, other than perhaps lured here by Enigma to get all the leverage she could against Kaila and Tamsin. He wouldn't put it past the droid to do such a thing. She was clever.... for a droid, anyway.
When the first two droids targeted him, laphisto, for the most part, was caught off guard, the first two shots from the stun rounds landing direct hits against his armor, which caused him to jerk lightly before he began to deflect the rounds. Stun shots? And not real bolts like she used against everyone else?- or at least he assumed she was using real bolts against the others. he felt almost touched that she didn't want him dead, well, almost. She was still shooting at him regardless - that, and he didn't know if real bolts were being slung anywhere else; he was blind, after all. -
The droid that was shooting at him was soon dispatched by his commander as several loud cracks rang out within the bar. Though they almost blended in with the grenades going off, as the commander opted to use slug rounds, the large 30-06 caliber tearing through the torso of the droid just as the second droids grappling hook wrapped around laphistos arm, yanking his still ignited blade off to one side, causing him to grab at the rope to try and pull the droid towards himself. His taloned feet dug into the floorboards and anchored him. As the advancing droid got closer to him, he heard enigma words, and on instinct, he reeled forwards, headbutting the metal frame, which he immediately regretted. His already-forming headache growing worse from the action. Meanwhile, his commander let off several more rounds into a nearby mercenary and the droid that was using a grappling hook against laphistos sword arm. The rounds would unfortunately go through the droid and mercenary, hitting whoever was on the other side of them.
"
ah, enigma, glad to see you're doing well; how's business?" he half chuckled his response to the droid, though when she told him to leave, he was confused. He was sure she was here after the bounties on all their heads, but now? he was more confused than when this fight started. "
while I appreciate the offer, my old friend, im not exactly here to protect anyone. In fact, I half-believed you were the one responsible for luring me here along with the others; perhaps I gave you more credit than you deserved?" his tone was playful, treating the droid more like a living person, which went out to the respect he held for her. after all she was the only droid he actually respected
As he spoke, he soon felt something poke at his mind, and his head drifted towards the source and immediately recoiled backward, eyes closing tightly shut with a hiss. His wings spread out to try and regain his balance as he stumbled backward lightly. Quinn's force signature stung; it was like looking out into the sun, absolutely blinding. So much so that he didn't even notice his instinctual connection to the battle meditation. Which was even more jarring than the force signature of the Sith before him. The energy radiating off her was overwhelming, and even more so was the battle meditation that followed.
As his mind opened up to the others and Trayze began to spill in memories of how best to kill a droid, his mind flooded through with its own memories. First, with him aboard a ship, several officers screamed out commands as sparks went flying over a console, sending one of the individuals flying through the air before them. Outside of the viewport, several chrome-colored star figures strafed across the glassteel viewports, and a few soldiers rushed into the bridge and fired behind them. laphisto, in this memory, turned to face the boarding party, joining the soldiers in their red and yellow trimmed armor. Their aggressors adorning shiny chrome-plated armor. Behind them was a dark, garbed man who ignited a blood-orange lightsaber. laphisto gave one last look behind him at a massive space station, sapping the energy of a star before rushing at the invaders of his ship.
His next memory drew those who tuned in to laphisto leading a charge with similarly dressed soldiers as before against men wearing blue, yellow, and red full-body armor with dark onyx t visors. laphisto led the charge on a continental world, fighting through the dense urban streets of some city, his blade sliding through the enemy with precision. And then he was at a funeral accompanied by a mix of the men he was leading and fighting, burying a man who held on to a sword. Whose handle matched the hilt of laphistos current lightsaber.
Then he was on Ossus before it was destroyed. at a Jedi temple, evacuating younglings and civilians with him looking out towards the sky to see the coming destruction. Sorrow filled laphisto as he relived seeing his home destroyed. Another flash sent him reeling back, fighting against a new enemy who called themselves Sith. And laphisto felt regret before another sharper flash sent him reeling and falling to one knee, his hands grasping at his head as a final memory bled through laphisto in the council chambers surrounded by the Jedi high council, being given his sentence for his participation in the second great schism and finally, him awaiting to be submerged in carbonite his gaze lingering on a woman whose face he could not remember. He refused to, his emotions feeling sorrow as he saw his wife for the last time. A silver ring clenched in her hands.
While it was only a few seconds, laphisto snapped himself sway from the battle meditation as soon as he was able to. His heart was reeling from the sudden disconnection, and his heart stinging with pain at what he was just forced to relive. Or at least he thought he had managed to pull away. Instead, he bore witness to the vision of tamsins daemon the destroyed city and the chaos that it wrought and he just fell back down. He was still reeling from the sudden experience of his own mind. He hardly even noticed the apparition of tamsins daemon. Instead, he was on the floor, saber turned off, and in his hand, face turned down to the floor, and tears streaming down his face and falling onto his lap. His memories flashed over his mind over and over again.
He bore witness to every death he had ever seen, every life he took, every mistake he had made, every vision of his own death, and most unfortunately, he watched himself be taken from his wife over and over again. Causing him to scream out in a heart-aching wail, head jerking up to the ceiling. He didn't even remember her name. he loved her, and yet he didn't know her name, her face, her smell, her touch. It was all a blur. A consequence of a life lived too long. Every attempt he made to eacape only dragged him further and further down. And he was stuck feeding his own force energy back into the battle meditation which only caused his connection to dig in with barbed hooks. Refusing to let go no matter how much he tried.
He was truly and utterly trapped, reliving his memories and then escaping to the vision of tamsins deamon only to fall back into his memories. Rinse and repeat.
Tarian
Tarian didnt exactly know what was going on with everyone else. He knew the force sensitives were up to something by the way Quinn had suddenly sat down and closed her eyes. he recognized the notion as some force power, though his attention was focused on destroying the droids in the tavern, his rifle cracked off as he used his helmet's Visor to track targets. the
A.A.S.H MKII arm helping him to maintain accuracy and stability along with trajectories of thrown objects. he aimed to shoot every grenade he could get his sights on as he tried to get back towards the High commander.
His attention was suddenly brought to the man as the fell to his knees and began to scream. he had never seen the commander in such a state, and quite frankly, it frightened him this was a man who had endured a millennia of war, and death. a man who always held his composure and never even flinched at the sight of trouble. Even when he had faltered in the face of countless odds. this was a man that he looked up to someone he could always count on to use as a sturdy brace for his own actions, and to help see him through any altercation. he was the embodiment of the Lilaste order. and yet he was being inflicted by something. or perhaps someone.
Tarians mind recalled how the commander had begun acting this way shortly after the pale haired woman and her red skinned lapdog began some ritual. And he knew exactly what he needed to do. He had to save the Commander, it was his responsibility. His duty as a soldier. And so he turned his attention on
Quinn Varanin
she was the one responsible, but he couldn't do anything against her with her lacky
Eira Dyn
protecting her. so instead he went abut lobbing shots against mercenaries nearby, sending their bodies hurling towards the pair. He banked on his state to help him get close. He was force dead after all. Invisible to force sensitives, so long as they didn't keep their eyes on him, he could bypass their advanced senses. and he did just that.
He maneuvered through the chaos with precision, getting closer and closer. Pushing and shoving bystanders and mercenaries alike into range of eira until he had a clean path, and rolling his shoulders, he threw the nearest object he could at her. Least the only one eira wouldn't see coming. Himself. he charged forwards, shoulders squared as he prepped to full on body check the woman to save his commander from whatever she was doing to him. if he could only have a clear path.
Laphisto
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