Syd Celsius
The Reflection
Sith Station, Outer Rim
Wearing: 90 Suit: http://starwarsrp.net/topic/146048-90-suit/
Armed with: Wind and Fire Wheels (Twin Blue bladed Lightsabers)
IMPERIAL SPACE STATION
STATUS: CONDITION CARNIFEX ALERT INITIATED 2 HOURS AGO.
DISPATCHING: Agents Rathtar and Sarlacc
The Space Station was a black spike in the stars as the customized Baudo Class yacht silently approached on low thrust. The running lights were off. That wasn't good. One of the assassins, both clad in matching black robes of armorweave and simplistic black face masks, disembarked from the yacht the second it docked when they saw the bodies from the cockpit.
There were burned corpses everywhere. Nowhere was untouched of them.
"Burned?" The second one, Sarlacc asked in confusion. "By what?"
The assassin, Rathtar looked at the corpses. The stench of the burned was strong, even hours after the killing had taken place. Instruments had detected a powerful heat source slowly moving through the station. It was the only one.
"I know what killed them..." Rathtar said grimly, activating a purple double bladed lightsaber.
"What?" Sarlacc asked.
"All the corpses are burned, yet the fire does not seem to have spread...and the fire suppression nozzles don't seem to have gone off...in fact, most of them look like they were sabotaged before they could do anything..." Rathtar answered. "It think its her. I think it's The Geist."
Sarlacc stared hard at his partner. "You're certain?" he asked as he followed Rathtar out of the abattoir the hangar had been turned into.
"I'm certain..." Rathtar answered as he stepped through passages filled with burned corpses and blaster and lightsaber marks on the walls. The presence that had done this was not far off.
"Think this is because of 'The Object' ?" Sarlacc asked.
Rathtar whirled around on Sarlacc. "Are you kidding? It was moved here three days ago. What else would this be about?"
Sarlacc shrugged. "The Sith have their fingers in a lot of tendrils in a lot of enterprises these days. Could be any one of a hundred reasons this place got hit. So...what's this Geist thing?"
Rathtar stepped over the smoking corpse of a soldier, bracing himself, immersing himself in the dark as much as he could. "Its some kind of living weapon. It was created just after The Gulag Plague ended. It was a rather ingenious way they created it to approach its problems: Burn the chit out of it until it dies."
"How do we kill it?"
"Cut off its air supply and destroy its shell..." Rathtar answered. "Provided we are strong enough."
"We are strong warriors, you and I." Sarlacc said to him, but gestured to the smoking corpses. "But they were strong warriors too."
"How strong could they have possibly been if they are all dead?" Rathtar argued. "We cannot let it take the object, no matter what happens..."
"You are right. We don't need to fear death. We should fear returning empty handed..." Sarlacc agreed, readying his own single bladed purple lightsaber.
As they went to the station's artifact storehouse, Sarlacc asked another question. "How come I ain't heard of it and you have?"
"Records post-plague are shoddy. I know because one of my ancestors was killed by it..."
"No chit, serious?"
"Serious. Shhh...it approaches..."
The pair halted as they stopped at the large, vault like doors that hid their foe. The turrets were partly melted and burned. They both tensed as they felt the power on the other side. The vault doors slowly parted.
She floated in mid-air arms folded, clad in a navy blue and gold combat suit that reflected like chromium, so tight fitting it looked almost painted on. Her eyes glowed orange, her hair just as fiery in color. Her frame was that of an athlete.
She held a strange object in her hand, shaped like an hourglass, but made of stone and covered in green runes.
"It is good you were unable to corrupt this..." Syd remarked, clutching at it. "I'd hate having to be around the stink of The Bogan trying to cleanse the object."
"I'm afraid that's ours, Geist." Sarlacc growled. "You may have killed these weaklings here...but you won't get past us."
Syd had heard this all before. She floated the object to a nearby examination table in the vault, dropped to the ground and drew her twin blades, which flashed sky blue as they extended from flame patterned hilts.
"Prove it." She replied.
Rathtar held out his hand and clenched his hand. Syd's neck rippled and she squinted in pain, but took a step forward, even as Sarlacc hit her with enough lightning to kill five people. Her entire shell rippled like water but the suit's enchantments took most of it. However, her shell was still in pain as she staggered forward.
Rathtar, in desperation, simply Force pushed her back. That had an effect. Her frame distorted and partly melted momentarily as she impacted on a wall. But she was up quickly, and stared at them with a briefly annoyed look, before opening her mouth and breathing scorching flames that rushed them, forcing them to both throw up a Force bubble to stave off the flames. Syd frowned, ceased the blast. It would do no good to exhaust herself.
She uttered a spell. "Ashla, make me as swift as the wind..."
Her shell rippled again as the magic took effect, she charged at the same time they did, Rathtar attacking from the right, Sarlacc the left, Syd defending against a purple flurry of blows more focused on Sarlacc's strikes than Rathtar's as he needed wider spaces that she kept interfering with in her own movements, dodging here or shifting there to interfere with his attempts to flank her, whereas Sarlacc attacked her in a simplistic but deadly style she did not recognize...Rathtar's was Ataru, constantly flicking and swiping and spinning for her head, but Sarlacc's perplexed her. It was not Shii Cho. It was too flexible. It was not Ataru. It was too grounded. It was not precise enough to be Makashi, nor strong enough to be Shien. It seemed to be too structured to be Niman and too aggressive to be Soresu. Yet it was the one that scored the first blow, cleaving into her left shoulder and cutting through the suit, heavily cracking the shell and causing jets of flame to escape the interior, which hit Rathtar square in the face, making him stumble back trying to put the fire out. But Syd was still heavily injured, fire leaking out, even as the magic of the suit slowly repaired both it and her.
Sarlacc pressed the attack, and Syd was left fending off her assailant with one good arm, and he had thrown up some sort of force armor that was preventing the flames she leaked from affecting them as she fell back on her Makashi, manuevering out of his swipes and thrusts...she had not been prepared the first time...but now she was also weakened and had dropped one of her sabers.
Syd float twirled out of the way of a swipe at her mid section, studying the style, how he moved. How he fought with it. She studied the patterns of his flurries even as she held him at bay, controlling her footwork even under intense pain as he struck, a desperate fury to his attack as he realized this was the best chance he would ever have to kill her.
Syd twisted to one side as he executed a thrust, slicing his arm off at the shoulder. Sarlacc screamed, dropping to the ground as Syd's suit sealed itself finally. Syd beheaded him without a word just as she was set upon by an enraged Rathtar. Syd, done with this, parried in Makashi and swept her blue blade upward, cutting his staff in half. But one end still remained active and he managed to plunge it into her chest, driving it in, even as the "wound" leaked more jets of fire, Force pushing her back, the hilt stuck in her torso.
Syd's shell rippled severely as the power of the lightsaber, her suit's enchantments, and her psychic shell all interacted. She just barely managed to pull out the blade as Rathtar grabbed her own saber, the pair fighting now with the weapons of their enemy.
Syd maintained the offense, barrowing a few ideas from the lightsaber technique Sarlacc employed that caught Rathtar by surprise, scorching his shoulder. The Sith backed off, pulling out a sonic pistol, which Syd was forced to fly upward to dodge, but it bought Rathtar the time to retreat, all the way to a turbolift leading to the lower level. The door closed just as Syd landed.
Rathtar was not able to breath a sigh of relief, as his own purple saber plunged through the middle of the doors, telekinesis from Syd forcing the door open just as Rathtar frantically raised the pistol, over charging it just as Syd started to come through.
Syd took it right in the face, that part of her shell being literally torn open and exploding, sending large streaks of fire as an inhuman wail erupted from the Geist. It staggered back, the suits enchantments malfunctioning as her shell broke down completely, leaving an empty suit, a trail of living fire wafting up into the vents to retreat. Rathtar sighed in relief as the turbolift doors closed, pulling him down to a lower level.
At least he was relieved until the doors opened. He had only gone down three floors.
The flame jumped at him, pulsing into the screaming Rathtar and setting him ablaze as it poured in from a air conditioning vent...
Ten minutes later...
Syd, after her body was recreated by the ashes of a dead assassin, had soon retrieved her suit, putting it back on and claiming her prize. She soon had returned to her star courier, brought in as a derelict by the station and towed to the hangar.
This hourglass, born of that which allowed she herself to exist, The Kolda-Bratha Calculus, had been simply too dangerous to allow the Sith to keep. Who knows what menace they would have unleashed with a magical object capable of even slightly affecting time? Nothing good.
Syd tried to remember a lot of people had died to get this but it was high priority and her programming reduced any real guilt...though this in of itself disturbed her. How was reducing her capacity for guilt doing any good?
Better to feel some guilt than none, she decided, especially considering how much of a psychopathic fiend the woman she had been created from had been.
As she plotted a course for Silver Jedi Space, she began, as had become a habit, to start touching all the little knick knacks and trinkets (Especially shiny coins) on the shelves in the main living area after it was in transit. The object glowed softly on seat next to her. Hopefully she could trace back where it was found once she got to the Silver Rest...
[member="Seth Brackson"]
Wearing: 90 Suit: http://starwarsrp.net/topic/146048-90-suit/
Armed with: Wind and Fire Wheels (Twin Blue bladed Lightsabers)
IMPERIAL SPACE STATION
STATUS: CONDITION CARNIFEX ALERT INITIATED 2 HOURS AGO.
DISPATCHING: Agents Rathtar and Sarlacc
The Space Station was a black spike in the stars as the customized Baudo Class yacht silently approached on low thrust. The running lights were off. That wasn't good. One of the assassins, both clad in matching black robes of armorweave and simplistic black face masks, disembarked from the yacht the second it docked when they saw the bodies from the cockpit.
There were burned corpses everywhere. Nowhere was untouched of them.
"Burned?" The second one, Sarlacc asked in confusion. "By what?"
The assassin, Rathtar looked at the corpses. The stench of the burned was strong, even hours after the killing had taken place. Instruments had detected a powerful heat source slowly moving through the station. It was the only one.
"I know what killed them..." Rathtar said grimly, activating a purple double bladed lightsaber.
"What?" Sarlacc asked.
"All the corpses are burned, yet the fire does not seem to have spread...and the fire suppression nozzles don't seem to have gone off...in fact, most of them look like they were sabotaged before they could do anything..." Rathtar answered. "It think its her. I think it's The Geist."
Sarlacc stared hard at his partner. "You're certain?" he asked as he followed Rathtar out of the abattoir the hangar had been turned into.
"I'm certain..." Rathtar answered as he stepped through passages filled with burned corpses and blaster and lightsaber marks on the walls. The presence that had done this was not far off.
"Think this is because of 'The Object' ?" Sarlacc asked.
Rathtar whirled around on Sarlacc. "Are you kidding? It was moved here three days ago. What else would this be about?"
Sarlacc shrugged. "The Sith have their fingers in a lot of tendrils in a lot of enterprises these days. Could be any one of a hundred reasons this place got hit. So...what's this Geist thing?"
Rathtar stepped over the smoking corpse of a soldier, bracing himself, immersing himself in the dark as much as he could. "Its some kind of living weapon. It was created just after The Gulag Plague ended. It was a rather ingenious way they created it to approach its problems: Burn the chit out of it until it dies."
"How do we kill it?"
"Cut off its air supply and destroy its shell..." Rathtar answered. "Provided we are strong enough."
"We are strong warriors, you and I." Sarlacc said to him, but gestured to the smoking corpses. "But they were strong warriors too."
"How strong could they have possibly been if they are all dead?" Rathtar argued. "We cannot let it take the object, no matter what happens..."
"You are right. We don't need to fear death. We should fear returning empty handed..." Sarlacc agreed, readying his own single bladed purple lightsaber.
As they went to the station's artifact storehouse, Sarlacc asked another question. "How come I ain't heard of it and you have?"
"Records post-plague are shoddy. I know because one of my ancestors was killed by it..."
"No chit, serious?"
"Serious. Shhh...it approaches..."
The pair halted as they stopped at the large, vault like doors that hid their foe. The turrets were partly melted and burned. They both tensed as they felt the power on the other side. The vault doors slowly parted.
She floated in mid-air arms folded, clad in a navy blue and gold combat suit that reflected like chromium, so tight fitting it looked almost painted on. Her eyes glowed orange, her hair just as fiery in color. Her frame was that of an athlete.
She held a strange object in her hand, shaped like an hourglass, but made of stone and covered in green runes.
"It is good you were unable to corrupt this..." Syd remarked, clutching at it. "I'd hate having to be around the stink of The Bogan trying to cleanse the object."
"I'm afraid that's ours, Geist." Sarlacc growled. "You may have killed these weaklings here...but you won't get past us."
Syd had heard this all before. She floated the object to a nearby examination table in the vault, dropped to the ground and drew her twin blades, which flashed sky blue as they extended from flame patterned hilts.
"Prove it." She replied.
Rathtar held out his hand and clenched his hand. Syd's neck rippled and she squinted in pain, but took a step forward, even as Sarlacc hit her with enough lightning to kill five people. Her entire shell rippled like water but the suit's enchantments took most of it. However, her shell was still in pain as she staggered forward.
Rathtar, in desperation, simply Force pushed her back. That had an effect. Her frame distorted and partly melted momentarily as she impacted on a wall. But she was up quickly, and stared at them with a briefly annoyed look, before opening her mouth and breathing scorching flames that rushed them, forcing them to both throw up a Force bubble to stave off the flames. Syd frowned, ceased the blast. It would do no good to exhaust herself.
She uttered a spell. "Ashla, make me as swift as the wind..."
Her shell rippled again as the magic took effect, she charged at the same time they did, Rathtar attacking from the right, Sarlacc the left, Syd defending against a purple flurry of blows more focused on Sarlacc's strikes than Rathtar's as he needed wider spaces that she kept interfering with in her own movements, dodging here or shifting there to interfere with his attempts to flank her, whereas Sarlacc attacked her in a simplistic but deadly style she did not recognize...Rathtar's was Ataru, constantly flicking and swiping and spinning for her head, but Sarlacc's perplexed her. It was not Shii Cho. It was too flexible. It was not Ataru. It was too grounded. It was not precise enough to be Makashi, nor strong enough to be Shien. It seemed to be too structured to be Niman and too aggressive to be Soresu. Yet it was the one that scored the first blow, cleaving into her left shoulder and cutting through the suit, heavily cracking the shell and causing jets of flame to escape the interior, which hit Rathtar square in the face, making him stumble back trying to put the fire out. But Syd was still heavily injured, fire leaking out, even as the magic of the suit slowly repaired both it and her.
Sarlacc pressed the attack, and Syd was left fending off her assailant with one good arm, and he had thrown up some sort of force armor that was preventing the flames she leaked from affecting them as she fell back on her Makashi, manuevering out of his swipes and thrusts...she had not been prepared the first time...but now she was also weakened and had dropped one of her sabers.
Syd float twirled out of the way of a swipe at her mid section, studying the style, how he moved. How he fought with it. She studied the patterns of his flurries even as she held him at bay, controlling her footwork even under intense pain as he struck, a desperate fury to his attack as he realized this was the best chance he would ever have to kill her.
Syd twisted to one side as he executed a thrust, slicing his arm off at the shoulder. Sarlacc screamed, dropping to the ground as Syd's suit sealed itself finally. Syd beheaded him without a word just as she was set upon by an enraged Rathtar. Syd, done with this, parried in Makashi and swept her blue blade upward, cutting his staff in half. But one end still remained active and he managed to plunge it into her chest, driving it in, even as the "wound" leaked more jets of fire, Force pushing her back, the hilt stuck in her torso.
Syd's shell rippled severely as the power of the lightsaber, her suit's enchantments, and her psychic shell all interacted. She just barely managed to pull out the blade as Rathtar grabbed her own saber, the pair fighting now with the weapons of their enemy.
Syd maintained the offense, barrowing a few ideas from the lightsaber technique Sarlacc employed that caught Rathtar by surprise, scorching his shoulder. The Sith backed off, pulling out a sonic pistol, which Syd was forced to fly upward to dodge, but it bought Rathtar the time to retreat, all the way to a turbolift leading to the lower level. The door closed just as Syd landed.
Rathtar was not able to breath a sigh of relief, as his own purple saber plunged through the middle of the doors, telekinesis from Syd forcing the door open just as Rathtar frantically raised the pistol, over charging it just as Syd started to come through.
Syd took it right in the face, that part of her shell being literally torn open and exploding, sending large streaks of fire as an inhuman wail erupted from the Geist. It staggered back, the suits enchantments malfunctioning as her shell broke down completely, leaving an empty suit, a trail of living fire wafting up into the vents to retreat. Rathtar sighed in relief as the turbolift doors closed, pulling him down to a lower level.
At least he was relieved until the doors opened. He had only gone down three floors.
The flame jumped at him, pulsing into the screaming Rathtar and setting him ablaze as it poured in from a air conditioning vent...
Ten minutes later...
Syd, after her body was recreated by the ashes of a dead assassin, had soon retrieved her suit, putting it back on and claiming her prize. She soon had returned to her star courier, brought in as a derelict by the station and towed to the hangar.
This hourglass, born of that which allowed she herself to exist, The Kolda-Bratha Calculus, had been simply too dangerous to allow the Sith to keep. Who knows what menace they would have unleashed with a magical object capable of even slightly affecting time? Nothing good.
Syd tried to remember a lot of people had died to get this but it was high priority and her programming reduced any real guilt...though this in of itself disturbed her. How was reducing her capacity for guilt doing any good?
Better to feel some guilt than none, she decided, especially considering how much of a psychopathic fiend the woman she had been created from had been.
As she plotted a course for Silver Jedi Space, she began, as had become a habit, to start touching all the little knick knacks and trinkets (Especially shiny coins) on the shelves in the main living area after it was in transit. The object glowed softly on seat next to her. Hopefully she could trace back where it was found once she got to the Silver Rest...
[member="Seth Brackson"]