The Dark Crystal (CIS - Mandragora / Dark Acolyte)

[Kurenai Yumi]

(Heading to hallway 8)

How quickly the massive beast had been taken down and the manner it was done in made Kurenai once again realize how weak she was when it came to the force. It was kind of frustrating that so many people greatly outclassed her but also a little demoralizing, probably since she was not longer a young woman that would usually be inspired by such feasts of skill and instead felt a little useless. She would need to find a master to teach her sooner of later, lest stagnate and just stay a knight forever, though how would take on someone like her? Even though herself being a vampire was secret to most Kurenai was a 27 year old woman, far past the student age that most people usually took on, such was enforced by most people already have a student or just not in the mood for one.

'Best not think about that now, back to the mission clearing out this place and seeing what it holds', shaking her head slightly Kurenai wandered down the western hallways, an almost unnatural pitch black atmosphere taking hold. Stepping forwards the Dark Jedi grasped onto her Naginata tightly, reaching out with the force to try and sense through the dark shroud, closing her eyes off for the moment, waiting, feeling, her foot steps echoing through the long hallways. Then she ducked, leaning back ways as a razor sharp blade sprung out from the wall, getting very close to her face, but ultimately passing by leaving Kurenai untouched, 'great, traps, just what I need'.

She would need to be deadly careful lest wind up with a wound even she could not regenerate from, but that was not all, in the shadows a soft and skin crawling moan could be heard, a beast one devoid of thinking seemed to lumber around. 'I wonder, can the traps affect these beasts? if so i can use them towards my advantage'.

[member="Muad Dib"] [member="Katrine Van-Derveld"] [member="Daxton Bane"] @Er'in Tenel

 

[Daxton Bane]

Daxton took a moment to recover his breath and compose himself. Very few people would know much less realize how much putting the beast down like that took out of him. Better to have engaged in straight out combat or some mode of similar violence than to expose a part of him that he normally kept behind a wall of arrogance and self righteousness.

By the time he had centered his thoughts and reined them in, the others were once again on the move. Glancing at thier auras through the Force, Daxton decided to silently join the one called [member="Kurenai Yumi"]. While they haven’t really spoken much there was a quiet determination about her that drew his interest, something which a great many people would debate on was if this was good thing or not.

The low light wasn’t a problem for him as he was used to the even dimmer environs, sometimes working utter pitch blackness. He was able to see her narrowly dodge the blade. Placing a hand on her shoulder he said, “Let me draw the beasts to us, that way they might trigger the traps and make our job a little easier. I would suggest bracing yourself and covering your ears.”

Once she was in position, Daxton used the Force to utter a keening wail of woe and despair, that would feel like someone were reaching down your throat and trying to yank your insides up and down. It would cause any of creatures to investigate the source, regardless of the traps they would trigger.