Sister Act: Tomb Raider Edition

[Amaya Tanaka]

Amaya only winced slightly as Sumiko helped to cover the wound she'd gained. It was just a little scratch, or so she told herself. "Mmm a trip to Denon sounds like just the kind of vacation I'd desire. After all, picking up an intelligent zombie or two, could have it's uses. It's not like we couldn't drop them on another planet of some queen that annoys us. I know there's a couple planets in the Galactic Alliance that I wouldn't mind doing so with. Or there's always finding something more infectious and deadly." She gave a small shrug, "Either way I don't care, so long as I get at the gangs who pissed me off, I'll be happy. To hell with collateral." Perhaps it was a good thing that Amaya tended to be lazy and not usually one to follow through with plans like these. Otherwise she might have made for a fine Sith or some kind of lovely villain. These were just wishful thinking for her, thoughts that she entertained to ease her own unhappiness with her life.

"The Jedi don't notice anything unless it's rammed down their throats. Blinder than bats, I swear." Slowly she got to her feet and followed along behind her sister. Though, now she was limping a bit and moving a bit slower than before. She saw no benefit to use her resources in the force to make the pain disappear, when she'd need those reserves for a later point. Because the stars only knew what else they'd find in the fortress.

Amaya lifted a brow as her sister spoke. The language she knew a little of. She'd had to pick a small bit of it up in the Inquisition. However, it seemed that Sumiko had learned far more, mastering the language. The chill soon cut right through her heavy clothing as she could hear the whispers, and desperate, angered voices. She shuddered a little watching as Summy cut her hand, using it with the same strange magics.

Amaya gave a nod, "I agree. I honestly think few force users ever actually understand the nature of what they have, we have. They need a new perspective. Something fresh without all the crap of more recent fools."

The younger Tanaka sister took a small step back as the dark magical energy spread out, dancing through the air. Then the door slowly opened for them, and with the hiss it was hard to miss the whoosh of stale ancient air. "Seems the place hasn't been visited in a long while. The air smells, old." She commented as she took a lantern from her belt, activating it to give them a light-source for the time being. "Which could be good or bad, depending on how you look at it."

[member="Sumiko Tanaka"]

 

[Darth Libertas]

[member="Amaya Tanaka"]


"The Galactic Alliance could use some unrest. Or the SSC, if you want a dull, low-risk operation," Sumiko said snarkily. It baffled her a bit that the Silver Jedi's namesake had been an order of militant jihadists dedicated to 'combating the dark side in all its forms'. The door had opened before them, granting them entrance after Sumiko spoke the magic formula. The Atrisian cocked her head to the side slightly after her sister had chimed in, wrapping up the small cut in her hand.


"Grandiloquent power is at the fingertips of Force-users, but few have earned. We have the chaotic and the self-righteous. And those who feel some sort of absurd guilt about being born with power and profess to be no better than mundanes. They're as pathetic as a millionaire angsting about being instead of investing his wealth in useful pursuits. The two-party system of Jedi and Sith has done much to keep the Galaxy in stasis."


Sumiko was an unrepentant Forcer Supremacist and saw no reason to hide her views. Far as she was concerned, even the Jedi implicitly accepted that they were superior. Otherwise, they would not separate themselves from the common folk and live aloof in temples. Or act as if they believed that their heroics alone could decide the fate of the Galaxy - and that they had a right to demand that people abided by their code.


The air was stick with dark magical energies, for the dark side permeated everything. More to the point, the air was rather stale, for it seemed no one had opened these doors for quite a while. Sumiko crinkled her nose slightly and made a mental note to open the windows more often. Her eyes darted across the reception area. Dust had accumulated on the floor, cobwebs hung on the ceiling. Here and there, you could spot a skeleton. Elaborate hieroglyphs and arcane symbols had been engraved upon the ancient pillars.


Whispers resonated inside their minds, alternating between promising power and voicing threats against the unworthy. "Steel your mind. The Force will test you, for it does not yield its secrets easily. It will help those who help themselves," she cautioned her sister. Her sister's lantern provided some illumination, for it was dark inside. After having studied some symbols, Sumiko took off down a corridor and gestured for Amaya to follow. Their ultimate destination would be Naga Sadow's inner sanctum, but they had a long way to go. Shadows danced across the citadel.


"I've acquired two minions recently. Space elves. [member="Illyria"] and Qual'Zyanya. The first is a vengeful Eldorai and Shadow's ex-apprentice, the other a vengeful Xioquo noble who went from riches to rags when Firemane conquered the Underealm. They are filled with rage, petty and vain. Naturally, they hate each other and are eager to gain my attention," she said without mirth. To a degree, their competition was welcome because it kept them from working against her. Her tone was conversational, but despite this her senses were alert. Very large snakes, concealed by a cloak of invisiblity and transformed by the foulest of alchemies, slithered across the ground and watched their potential prey with predatory yellow eyes.

 

[Amaya Tanaka]

"It could. It would do it some good and give them a goal to work towards, maybe a solid enemy." She gave a shrug, not caring too much though she did share her sister's opinions. She just wasn't as vocal, and perhaps a touch lazy with follow through on her side of things. She'd never been too dedicated to the cause of the inquisition, to Mirien, or the Empire. Something that always got her in trouble.

Amaya rolled her eyes at Sumiko's next words. "Mmmhmmm.... They feel rather emo, and gothic, without the eyeliner."

Inside the fortress, the darkness permeated everything in sight. It clung even to the air itself. And in that darkness, Amaya felt a sense of familiar, a sense of comfort. Though she couldn't shake the feeling that danger was lurking just around the corner, if, if they were not careful. The dark side pulled at her, wrapping around both the sisters. It almost reminded her of the Citadel. Almost. There as something far more sinister that lay here. The whispers entered her mind and she did the best she could to push them aside. They weren't important to her at the moment. They were only a distraction from the task at hand.

"Naturally, you're just fully of fun sayings like this. You really need to get laid, Sis." Teasing even now, Amaya couldn't help. That was what siblings were for! "And minions? Now, minions suite you." Though she lifted an eyebrow at the mention of Shadow. "I had heard through the grapevine that Shadow was dead. I suppose that wasn't just rumor." Amaya giggled a little, "You know I'm proud Summy. You're getting somewhere."

There was a strange sound, something slipping, and sliding across the stone. Amaya spun on her heels as she heard a hiss, and finally caught sight of the creatures that had been stalking them. "We've got company!" In a heartbeat with her saber now out, she leaped to the side to avoid the massive snake and its vicious fangs. With the force, she threw one backwards before launching herself on another as it advanced.

[member="Sumiko Tanaka"]

 

[Darth Libertas]

[member="Amaya Tanaka"]


"It shows that you can as well, if you choose to apply yourself," Sumiko remarked when Amaya said she was proud. It stirred strange, fuzzy feelings that were usually buried beneath layers of ice and beskar. However, there was no time for more witty banter, for it seemed that their trip through the Citadel could not go unimpeded.


Suddenly, there were snaked! Big, mean, hungry snakes. Why did it always have to be snakes? It was kind of a tomb taider cliche. Their arrival was heralded by little noise as they slithered and slid across the stone ground. Their mouths were massive and full of sharp teeth.


"Be wary, their teeth might be poisoned," Sumiko called out to her sister, drawing Souldrinker. Leaping upward, she twisted her body and flipped backwards over a snake that had been sneaking up on her from behind.


She landed gracefully upon the massive snake's back and buried her sword into its neck without mercy. The beast roared in anger and tried to dislodge her, but repeated stabbings ended its struggles and it finally gave up the ghost. It fell limply to the floor. However, there was no reprieve for when Sumiko jumped off the dead snake, another surged towards her. The Atrisian broke into a roll to avoid being swallowed by its maw, but the beast wrapped itself around her legs after knocking her down with its sheer girth. Ouch! She was pulled towards the beast's massive mouth, but as it opened she thrust Souldrinker into its gum.


The beast hissed in agony, loosening its grip and Sumiko was free. Tossing a grenade into the creature's mouth, she tumbled away. Boom. She was showered in ichor and pieces of snake flesh. Having suffered some rather nasty bruises, she drew upon her pain to fuel the power of the Dark Side. "I'll arrange a distraction," she yelled, pulling upon the tangled web of power. Illusionary copies of herself and Amaya manifested, three each. It took concentration and focus to conjure them into being, but fortunately the minds of these creatures were simple.