The Full Reach of Law (GA Dominion of Atrisia Hex)

[Tayise Betna]

Location: Near the tomb of Sycorax, Dahrtag system.
Nearby: [member="Jasper Varanin"]
Objective: Fix ship, don't die.

"Eighty seven minutes?" she muttered, repeating the man's words as she scrubbed her face with a free hand. "They're going to kill me."

She heard the saw squealing around the corner and threw the sheets off. Swinging her legs off the bed, she tried to launch herself to her feet, but only barely avoided sending herself to the deck in a heap as her legs gave out from under her by grabbing hold of one the few lockers set into the wall. Levering herself up and bracing herself against the thing, she tried to haul herself upright. If she could get upright and moving, she figured, she might be able to keep her balance. At least, that was what she told herself. Logic told her otherwise and instead of attempting to walk forward, she simply remained in place, latched onto the locker.

"What's going on?" she demanded, cursing at her own stupidity in her head. She knew she needed to keep an auto-injector handy, just in case, and didn't out of stubbornness born of youth and denial. "What's are you doing to bui-... My ship?"

This was about as bad as it could get. She was weak and defenseless, unable to even walk without help, and now someone was cutting apart her father's ship. The same ship she'd borrowed without asking. She'd be lucky if he made her walk back to Mandalore at this rate. The only consolation she had was that she'd borrowed the old Pathfinder, not his state-of-the-art starfighter.

 

[Jorus Merrill]

[member="Ranga Desilijic Boga"]
THEBEON SPACE
NOT NEAR BATTLE

"Nice to meet you, Specialist Omlo. I like sitting down with my kid too. It's a nice time of year to think about family. Thanks for answering one of my questions, but I've told you who I am, and I still need to know what side you're on, what city you're defending, whom you're defending it from...you know. The little things."

The Gypsymoth slid sideways to take up a position more or less directly behind the dropship, a good hundred metres back.

"And I kinda need to know those things if I'm going to help you. Your distress call sounded pretty urgent, but anything can sound urgent. Now, you're a merc crew. Who hired you, what's the job, and why the distress call?"

 

[Darth Imperia]

A howl of pain.

Then a whimper.

Then a guttral, animalistic growl.

But the growl didn't come from Loxley; she was dead, or close enough to it that it didn't matter anymore. A massive wound in her neck stopped her halfway through her charge at the man attacking her owner, blood seeping from the steaming hole in the poor hound's neck.

No, it wasn't Loxley that growled.

It was her owner.

It took quite a lot to get the Sithling truly angry. Annoyed was easy enough, and she felt a more or less consistent hostility to the galaxy at large, but it was rare that she became truly enraged. But Loxley was one of the few beings that the Acolyte counted amongst her friends. A loyal companion, affectionate and reliable. For a Dark Sider, that was a relationship that was rarely ever achieved - attachment and love were commonly viewed as weaknesses, and exploited as such.
For some Sith, the loss of one of those few ties to the rest of the world was enough to break them, to leave them open to attack, and, inevitably, to lead to their demise.

The Acolyte was not one of those Sith, and that was made obvious as she walked forward, towards [member="Tony Ro'samo"]. The blackened, charred husk of her right hand twitched and jittered as she continued onwards - until, suddenly, it crackled with energy. A cold blue energy that danced across her fingertips, arcing between each one like the tiny bolt of lightning it was.

Jerky and corpselike, her right arm raised up, pointed towards Tony.

Then a scream, long and earsplittingly loud, filled with rage.

And the Apprentice let loose a bolt of Lightning, aimed directly for her foe's chest.

 

[Ashin Varanin]

NEAR TOMB OF SYCORAX
PLANET NECROPOLIS
DAHRTAG SYSTEM
[member="Ta'yise Betna"]

"Hey. Calm your crap." He shifted away from the dresser to block the door. "Have a seat. If the droid was awake, he'd tell you not to push it. Whatever's up with you, it's no joke. As for what I'm doing with the ship, that's simple enough. Crashing's bad enough; crashing in a graveyard is worse. There's half a tombstone right through the main repulsors. Not even joking. So what my guys are doing, out of the goodness of my heart, is hooking up a repulsor sled. That'll get the whole thing over to Weebo's where you can decide whether you want us to fix it up or repurpose the parts. Lotta needy people out there who could use the components."

He left it as a dichotomy, as two choices, because there really wasn't a third one so far as he was concerned. A crash from orbit wasn't something you could walk off. Without serious patch work, maybe days of it even without the queue getting in the way, the Pathfinder was going nowhere.

"No pressure, all your call. She was a good ship and might be again, with enough work. Still waiting on the final assessment from the Parnapy brothers. They've been testing components and structural elements like crazy." Both to figure out what needed repairing and to identify the most valuable, useful salvage.

 

[Reverance]

Location: Atrisia, Palace of Jar'kai
Objective: Unknown
Nearby: (presumed) [member="Darth Mephirium"] | [member="Alecandria"] | [member="Veiere Arenais"] | [member="Darth Vitium"] | [member="Bethany Kismet"]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7ejsM0VF-Os​

An almost inaudible coo echoed from pursed lips, dispersed by a cynical smile from a man who wouldn't understand the gravity of the situation. His heart fluttered at the sight of defiance, in the face of adversity and all the destruction wrought against the palace. In the face of what stirred beneath his flesh, the storm might have paused, if but for a moment, to understand the weight of these choices made. An outstretched right hand, held at a 45 degree angle to his upright body, began to convulse. So violent where the spasms that high pitched screams escaped the lungs of the Vonduun, doing everything it could to contain the arm and those sporadic tremors. Fingers cracked, bending back over the knuckles and back of the palm as a snout stretched out from the inverted palm. The mouth opened, flesh nearly split apart by the dry heaves, as the head of the lightsaber hilt was birthed from licking lips.

Golden in hue, the dragon hilt was coated in the thick bile of the interior walls of the Voxyn arm. The beast coughed, though a joyous smile adorned the master, stretched half way taught by the prodding of the vonduun pincers along the jaw. With one heave, and then another, the fingers bent back forward with a loud series of cracks. As if a robot, trying so very hard to mimic human motion. As the ignition activated with the revolting and sickening hum, the blackened blade pushed out with ferocious intensity amidst a cloud of blood speckled matter. Like the very planets, washed out in the aerosolized blood of good and bad alike. The Vong saber held in the left, the Soul Saber fully realized within the right, he looked towards the first to speak.

"We are all are own masters, for I am the empty space...the vacuum for which this remnant attempts to fill." The word remnant cut loose from his lips against a clenched jaw, though his words were noticeably absent emotion. There was a cold fire burning beneath him, buried deep and charring through, but the passion for his work was found in the closure. He reveled and rolled in the journey, in the pain that begot that final trivial leap from mortality. As the lightsaber moved from his very body, so did the ambient energy. Spiral of black and red, imbuing the hilt in a negative feedback loop of energy. The armor would even move and change, engorging not on the energy of the force, but on the conversion within the kiffar hybrid.

He crimson gaze moved back to the woman in the white dress, catching view of her in just the most particular lighting.

[Can I keep it]
[What is it?]
[One of the idols from the temple. Can I keep it? Can I take it to Selvaris?]
[When you escalate, will you do so in her honor?]
[But I don't want to...]

A hand lashed out, the only one she had left. The other had been ripped from her on the bridges of Manaan. The shapers had been quick to replace it and thank Yun-Yammka, the replacement wasn't rejected. And so she took that vow of escalation, for the Hrosha-Gul and for the Shai Domain. But soon enough, that would change and the golden Horde would be nothing more. In the shadows of a fiery war and battle, the Legion would be born.

The young man fell to the floor, the idol moving loose and breaking against the shining metallic floor of the living and breathing room. Within, the organs of another creature were on display, reminiscent of the internal workings of a calcified Ooglith. The mother had to admit, it was a beautiful object for the time period when it wasn't broken. She leaned over her large son and helped him up, dusting off his flowing robes.

[Escalation is a necessary task for all of our family. And we do it in the name of whom?]
[The Yun'o]
[Correct. And who do we favor most?]
[Yun-Yammka, the Slayer.]
[And why is this sacrifice important? Why must we endeavor towards escalation?]
[Because we embody pain. And we pay homage to the sacrifices of the Yun'o, who through self-mutilation, created the universe.]
[Very good.]

The mother smiled, face tattered with piercings and ink marks and scars. And no matter how beautiful she had become, baptized over and over through war, she still cared for her son. Standing, she walked over to the idol and lifted it from the ground.

[What god does this idolize?]
[I don't know. The savant would not tell me. Can I keep it?]
[But she doesn't even look Vong.]
[I know. But the Gods can conceal their presence.]
[Did the Savant inform of you this?]
[Yes.]
[Very well. We will see a shaper for correction.]

The Warmaster leaned against the column, watching quietly at the interaction. The son moved to pack his things, gathering items in another room.
[He'll need to toughen up to survive.]
[Of course. We have time.]
[Only so much.]

He blinked, the power still resonating and reverberating around him. The Jedi woman would see a haggard man, consumed by his own tendencies. A ghastly scar had carved an eye from his socket, by his own hand, and his skin had taken to the likeness of tanned leather from the days spent in the sun. Or from the draining influence of the darkside, running without recourse through the body that held it steady. His black and grey hair, left to grow long, moved of its own volition on the powers that quickened to him. The Soul Saber called to his predilections, but tempered the desire for death through it's own form of self-preservation. It was a living, breathing thing that yearned to have eternal affect.

"You long for life...and all its suffering?" He smiled, understanding in her apparent desire for pain. It was the greatest enterprise, the ultimate goal. Everything else blurred into something secondary. "Admirable." The stench of the saber poured out through nefarious means, effervescent and translucent but entirely with impact. Nausea and headaches and discomfort, all for those who could sense it. From the hilt, still leveled towards the ground, the malevolent force of the saber turned aura into whipping and lashing tendrils of obsidian and auburn. And in a singular moment, they lashed out towards both Veiere and Bethany. Obviously without true aim, the tendrils lashed out at the floor and nearby columns, sending structures to crumbling powder and rubble around them.

 

[Tayise Betna]

Location: Near the tomb of Sycorax, Dahrtag system.
Nearby: [member="Jasper Varanin"]
Objective: Fix ship, don't die.

She was stuck on a world she didn't know on the opposite side of the galaxy from home and it would take multiple hours, if not days, to fix the ship she'd borrowed without asking that she'd hoped to put back before anyone knew any different.

She was so, so very dead when she got back. Or when they got here. With one of her parents being Force sensitive, either was possible and neither was desired by the young woman.

"So... I'm stuck here until this thing is fixed," she said after a moment, still clinging to the locker. It would be fixed, scrapping it wasn't an option. That was almost worse than the situation she was in currently. "How long until these... Barnaby brothers? Figure out what's going on."

Without waiting for an answer, she turned and carefully shifted back onto the bed, keenly aware that her limbs weren't quite as strong as they should be. Once seated, she frowned and thought a moment. In her weakened condition, her armor was a hindrance and a problem more than it was protection. If these scavengers had wanted to kill her off and take her ship - her father's ship - they could have with ease already, which meant she could trust them to some extent. Without another word, she started to fumble with some of the straps on her vambrace, determined to pull the armor plates off despite her painful joints and a distinct lack of finer manual dexterity.

 

[Ashin Varanin]

NEAR TOMB OF SYCORAX
PLANET NECROPOLIS
DAHRTAG SYSTEM
[member="Ta'yise Betna"]

He averted his eyes from her increasingly exposed bodyglove. "Well, I wouldn't say you're stuck, exactly. I'd happily trade you one-for-one. This wreck for a fully functional shuttle or starfighter -- hypercapable, even. I've got a couple light freighters squirreled away, too. And if this one's got sentimental value, we could trade and then work something out afterward. Tons of options. As to how long the Parnapy brothers need to scope out a salvage opportunity, I'd imagine they'll have a diagnosis for us before the repulsors get working again."

A shiver ran through the Pathfinder; subtle pressure on his feet. "And speak of the maelibus. Sounds like they managed to dislodge the tombstone. Which means any second now..."

In came Saul Parnapy, hat in hand: blue-skinned Pantoran, salt of the earth. He glanced at Ta'yise, then away. "Uh, boss-"

"Just tell it to us straight, Saul."

"Could go either way. Might get her voidcapable in two, three days."

"Salvage value?"

The eldest Parnapy glanced at Ta'yise again. "Pretty fething good, boss. We could use her to patch up that Atrisian transport and the old Gallofree, and I think she's got what we need for the Hapan shuttle too."

"Thanks, Saul. Ta'yise? Thoughts?"

 

[Rainbow Kitten Sunrise]

The girl had obviously become enraged from the loss of her pet. Now that's it, Suffer! She was building for an attack. Releasing her anger, her emotion. Tony looked towards the dying pup. Their was still a glint of life left in his eyes. The beast was hanging on by a mere thread, but still it lived. Tony channeled his power and again the flames erupted from his hand.

He fired the bolt directly at the dog and he felt a sort of release as its body withered and its eyes grew glossy. Then with Mala's own attack within inches he dropped the blaster and caught the attack with his free hand. Lightning surged up his arm an it went numb. Slowly tony would try to redirect the woman's ability using a less refined version of Tutaminis.

The blast redirected itself from his hand upwards into the sky. Tony's arm fell to his side limply. Nerves fried. He raised the blaster that hung around his neck with his other hand and pointed it at the girl. "Die witch," He hip fired three shots.

[member="Mala Arar"]

 

[Tayise Betna]

Location: Near the tomb of Sycorax, Dahrtag system.
Nearby: [member="Jasper Varanin"]
Objective: Fix ship, don't die.

"Repairs," she stated firmly, pulling off one of the thigh plates and tossing it into the corner. "No salvage, no trades. This ship needs to be fully repaired."

She thought a moment, wanting to know more information on the status of the more... sensitive components of the Pathfinder. Normally, she wouldn't discuss them, but considering they'd already picked over her ship and probably scanned the living hell out of it anyways, she figured there was no harm in it at this point.

"What's the status on the gravitic modulator, the stealth system, and the sensor array? And if they need them, can you repair them?" she asked, kicking herself mentally for even thinking about borrowing the old Pathfinder to begin with. "The whole ship needs to be back in order as soon as possible. How much will all that cost?"

Money wasn't exactly an issue. She was the daughter of the Alor of a major clan and while they weren't exactly rolling in money all over, they weren't exactly pinching half-credits either. She could access the clan accounts if she needed to, it was just something she'd have to pay back sooner rather than later or else face her mother's wrath. She was the one with the purse strings of the clan. She was pretty sure if her father had full control of the money, half the house would be an armory and the other half a hangar at this point.

"Who are you, anyway?" she asked the man that had first found her. She wasn't sure if he'd given his name so far, but if he had she'd probably forgotten it with what had happened earlier. As she waited, she pulled off the torso armor and bent down to unfasten the boots she wore, kicking them to the side. "And hand me the bundle in that locker next to you. Should be on the top shelf inside, the roll of clothes on the left unless they got knocked around."

It was also where her father stored his spare clothes while out and about in the ship, but she'd tucked a spare change of clothes in there the last time she was on board and just left them there with the shoes that went with the garments. If the scavenger couldn't tell which clothes were hers, then he wasn't as bright as she thought.

 

[Darth Imperia]

Hip Fire, with a blaster rifle? He was either getting cocky or desperate.

The Sithling so hoped it was the former. Idiots were so much more fun to break when they thought they were winning.

Two shots missed their mark, but she was getting ever closer to her foe - the third shot hit her center of mass, breaking her concentration for the briefest of moments. Whilst her armorweave was invaluable, it wasn't impervious to Blasterfire - she could certainly take a beating from a blaster, but eventually her armor would deteriorate.

That time was not yet, however. Burnt skin and a few likely burst blood vessels on her chest was nowhere near enough to halt her approach.

A half second of respite, and she was throwing lightning once more - it was raw, unrefined, and chaotic. She was injuring her own hand even further, and she knew it - the pain had been replaced with a feeling of numbness. Nerve Damage, that was slowly creeping up her arm the more lightning she pumped out, a side effect of channeling such raw power without the proper practice.

And that wasn't the only drawback she felt; her ivory white skin, pallid already, was greying, specked with hints of blackened veins that popped up all over her exposed skin.

But it didn't matter. The damage to her own arm or the marring of her beauty - all that mattered was making this little roach hurt.

"I will burn you, filth. Burn the heart out of you."

[member="Tony Ro'samo"]

 

[Cathul Thuku]

Location: Inysh
Allies: [member="Geloyra Malleus"] [member="Rhen Qel-Droma"] [member="Sieb Tevv"] [member="Siriwook"] [member="Zark"]
Enemies: [member="Jagger Fuga"] [member="Maizono"] [member="Marcus Itera"] [member="Suravi Teigra"]
Objective: Take care of incoming patients

"Yes, use the Force to get the poison out. Using the Force to remove poison from someone or something is a spell called Detoxify Poison. I guess, you are using Force-sense, without me prompting it, so we covered two of the three things for today, learning-wise"

So the medical issues with the patient are not simply restricted to a perforated lung, where the concentration of poison was greatest in the immobilized patient. To get the rest of it done, she had to use the Force to inhibit the parasympathetic nerves while her Wookiee apprentice removed the rest of the poison with the Force. Meanwhile, Geloyra was still hard at work doing her own thing, using what she knew about biology and physiology to cure what patients she could with the Force. But yes, Cathul was still busy with that patient, after having stabilized the perforated lung, while also watching her Wookiee apprentice slowly getting the poison removed while the parasympathetic nerves were being inhibited by careful use of Force-healing on her part. That was teamwork for you, she thought. It was pretty easy to manage the Wookiee and not simply because she had a predisposition for Detoxify Poison or medical things. May Geloyra also find success in applying what she learned about Force-healing, and possibly Detoxify Poison, too. She seemed to have a breadth of knowledge of the very stuff that helps in these two things.

"The parasympathetic nerves are inhibited. One bit of caution, though: I'm sure that you will heed it, because you are early in your learning process, but those who wait until they have more power to learn Force-healing usually disregard it. Do not expect near-instant healing every single time: plus, some patients may take longer than others, for condition-dependent reasons. When I was governor of Azure, I had to cure invasive cases of sicknesses that took forever to cure"

"Admiral, I hope your apprentices know what they're doing" a triage nurse told Cathul.

"Oh, yes, I am trusting them for the time being" She turns to her tightbeam communicator. "Any hostiles in-system?"

"Negative, admiral"

"Any movement of patients then?"

"The ANS Ritalin is en route back to Atrisia to fetch additional patients"

"Roger"

Therapy Command (4300m):

Spoiler

ANS Hero of Coruscant (Mateus-class fleet carrier): 2000m
ANS Yag'dhul (Dreadnought Mk3): 700m
ANS Vandelhelm (Dreadnought Mk3): 700m
ANS Moenia (Nebulon B7): 300m
ANS Otoh Sancture (Nebulon B7): 300m
ANS Spinnaker (Nebulon B7): 300m

Attack craft (deployed in a defensive screen):
144 T-70 X-Wings
60 BB-2 bombers

NJO ships:

Spoiler

In-system:

ANS Tylenol (Cardea-class medical cruiser): 790m
ANS Pharmacokinetics (Cardea-class medical cruiser): 790m

Outbound:

ANS Ritalin (Saint-class SAR craft) 250m
ANS Prozac (Saint-class SAR craft) 250m

 

[Thraxis]

Enemies: [member="Joza Perl"] [member="Elpsis Elaris"] [member="Jacen Voidstalker"]
Allies: [member="Seria Ventreme"]​

Loadout: Cruciatus Blades, Executioner Armor, Stun Net, Vambrace, Pistolas​

Thraxis paused for a second, his eyes narrowed as he watched the intricate movements of hands, then the rush of heat start to form around his legs, "Please, that won't get me so easily." he groaned, his head cocked as his jets activated for a all of a second, then coughed and spewed, "Wait what?" he said with stark confusion as a heavy explosion ruptured from his legs, his body twisted a little into the air, flung like a ragdoll, his arms flinging back and fourth as curses of rage and screams of agony audibly cried out before crashing back into the dirt a heavy crash as he let loose a heavy groan. Gently he pulled himself back up, a free hand rushing towards his helmet as his fingers dug a little into the mask, "This is a bad idea.... But screw it. If I die here. They will know my name. They will know my face...." he groaned as with a hiss the helmet loosened from its grip around his throat, the instant smell of liquor permeating around the man as trickle of green blood dripped from his air, leaving freckles of green across the Zeltron's face.

As he ascended up he saw for a second the whiplash drawn from Joza, his eyes widened as he quickly prepared himself, his arms stretched out wide as his head cocked to the side, "Come on! Hit me with it!" his eyes widened for a second as his body was hit with the serpent of the force, twisting and writhing through his body as he was quickly forced backwards, his legs struggling to maintain his strength as his head fell down, a twisted cough of blood emerging from his mouth as his head jolted from the burst, only to be followed by a heavy breath as he slowly turned towards them. "So this.... Is the power of Masters...." he groaned, a single heavy footstep pressing forward in the sand as slowly his body twisted and turned, his arms pulsating back and fourth, the essence of force still rummaging through his body with each step, slowing his steps until finally whatever was left dissipated into nothing more then a short shaking.

"Now then.... If you are done trying to knock me out...." he paused for a second, another heavy cough rushing out of his body, this time a fraction of blood rushing from his mouth and onto the ground, meeting with a sizzle and a pop as the heated floor pressed against it. "May I have the honor of a real fight..." his voice filled with sincerity, his form lowering down slightly as he returned to his previous posture, his legs bent at the knees, though now filling him with pain, though nothing he hadn't gone through before at least, his blades hovering at his side with a slight shake as he quickly turned to Seria, her form laid down prone as he sighed, "Well crap... Looks like I am in this alone...." he cried, his shoulders lowering for a second before returning to the fight, "Well... No one ever said fighting Masters was ever easy...." he sobbed, the realization kicking in as to just how alone in this fight he really was.

 

[Ranga Desilijic Boga]

Post 9
Location: Thebeon Space
Objective: Answer questions
Allies: Dominion and such
Enemies: GA and such
Neutral: [member="Jorus Merrill"]

Tuuka was a little steamed. He didn't want to give the details of who he was with in case he was an enemy. The Weequay took the matter into his own hands and answered the man, rather mad.

"Alright fine, we are part of The Dominion. No one hired us as we came here on our own. We were put in charge of guarding a city but we've suffered severe casualties. Any help you can give will be appreciated, but I want you not to scam us. We don't take too kindly to scammers."

Tuuka sat in his seat very nervous. Did he just give away information to the GA? Only time would tell.

 

[Rainbow Kitten Sunrise]

[media]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8y3FrXoTr0Q[/media]​

Tony fired away, but it seemed to do nothing to halt the girls advance. This, this he had anticipated though. He needed her close. The breeze picked up and ash held sway in the air. Tony seemed take one last look around. His home, or at least it was.. Now a deserted waste land of bombed out homes and fried corpses.

A memory flashed before his eyes. His mother, his father. Papa Then they were gone and his old boss took their place. He cringed. The storm, the pain. It all seemed to flash before his very eyes. Is this how it ends? He asked himself, as lightning began to wrack his body.
"NO!" He roared out.

Tony trudged his way through the rubble strewn streets as the girl did the same. His body flashed like an X-Ray and still he managed to walk the meter or so to the woman. He gripped her fore arms and their was no escape. His hands came alive with the purple fire and he gripped her tightly as lightning flowed through his body. He immediately felt a surge of energy as he began to absorb her very essence. Tony smiled...


[member="Mala Arar"]

 

[Jorus Merrill]

[member="Ranga Desilijic Boga"]

"Cool it, bub." Jorus' targeting reticle settled over the drop ship. "Now, I know I've asked you a lot of questions, but you're making it sound like 'who is the Dominion' is a question I need answered. See, you sound like you think I won't like that answer, and that gets me nervous. I also still need to know who you're fighting on the ground. See, I look across the system and I see Galactic Alliance tangling with Vong. This Dominion wouldn't happen to involve the Vong, now, would it? And you wouldn't happen to be fighting the Alliance down planetside. Would you."

 

[Siriwook]

Location: Inysh Allies: GA Geloyra Malleus Rhen Qel-Droma Zark Siriwook Enemies: Sith Jagger Fuga Maizono Marcus Itera Suravi Teigra Objective: Take care of incoming patients

Allies: GA, [member="Cathul Thuku"], et al.
Objective: Take care of incoming patients and learn force skills

Siriwook beamed at the praise. Calming her mind again, she reached out to the poison inside the patient. Applying what she learned in the ship repair exercise, she pulled the poison out with the force. She felt around each molecule of toxin, guiding it through the nerve clusters and between the cells. It was like navigating through a forest, but from a third person perspective. The patient wasn't out of the woods yet, but soon would be.

As the parasympathetic nerve pathways were inhibited, their sympathetic counterparts increased their rate of fire. The patient's blood pressure began rising to normal levels, the blood pumping faster. Color returned to the patient's skin. If the patient didn't have a heart attack, they would live. Remembering this, Siriwook eased off dampening of the parasympathetic nerve pathways, which would regulate-down the heart rate and blood pressure once again by reducing the "fight or flight" response. Siriwook remembered when she had to calm her heart and breathing when being chased through the jungle. Again, this was the same, but from a third person perspective.

Being connected to another person's nervous system through the force felt so natural that Siriwook was surprised when the patient's own natural connection to the force, as all living beings have, reasserted itself. It was like handing a baton off--as the patient regained consciousness, there was resistance to the connection. But it was okay. Siriwook fully let go of the patient's nervous system as the patient awoke. Siriwook put the poison into a vial. As she said, everything in nature has its opposite, and this neurotoxin might save a life just as readily as take it. In diluted form, of course.

Next, she tugged at the foreign debris still in the wound. Like tracing her steps back to throw off a hunter, Siriwook traced the path of the bits of debris that had been left in the patient, turning and sliding them slowly back the way they came to avoid making new cuts. Still, some of the debris had been stopping the flow of blood, so, when it was removed, there was bleeding. Siriwook had to work quickly. Using the force, she held the blood in, not allowing it to spill out of the arteries and veins into the surrounding tissue. This reminded her of trying to catch water with her hands at first, but, after a while, it was easier.

All that was left was to seal the wound. Siriwook reached out to the ends of the flesh. They wanted to be whole. They wanted to merge. They wanted to receive nutrients from the bloodstream and from surrounding cells. Siriwook saw the pattern that would knit them together, but she was too new to do the healing without leaving a scar. She hoped the patient didn't mind as she knit the flesh back together. The pain was probably considerable, but brief.

When the patient seemed stable, Siriwook turned to her mistress and watched attentively, hoping the next patient's problems were comparable to other things she'd experienced on Wasskah.

 

[Ashin Varanin]

@Ta'yise Betna

"The what, the what, and the what now? Saul, you didn't mention this ship was stealth rigged."

"Oh, so that's what those are. Never seen'em up close." Saul twisted his hat in his blue hands. "Ma'am, I think they're probably fine, 'cept for the one that's leaking little bits of purple glass." He held up a shard the size of his index finger.

"So that's stygium." Jasper whistled. "That's not something anyone around here can replace. Everything else, we can patch it up no problem. Credits will do fine for some of it, gotta pay the guys after all, but we need something more real. This whole planet, whole sector, is low on good ship parts. That's what's needed now."

At her request, he fished through the clothes and emerged with the set that didn't belong to a guy. "Here you go."

 

[Nate Phantoms]

After Joza had confirmed she was 'okay', broken nose and all, he would pull his rifle from underneath a few pieces of scrap metal, pulling back the action. The clatter of the shell caught his attention, and he turned, looking down at the floor, the glint of something metal catching his eye. "Alright, I'll be right behind you Joza..."

Pulling out a small piece of jewelry, he would inhale sharply, it bore the symbol of his father, but the only person who could have it would be...
It was a mistake, trying to recall such an emotional time in the past only caused seizures or blackouts. Luckily, it was the latter. Collapsing, he would hit the floor with a thud, the emblem glowing with a faint blue light as he slipped into the ethereal world, slipping through time and space.

Groaning, he would push him self up fog billowing around him as a muffled explosion could be heard nearby. Turning groggly, he would snap from his falter, seeing a squad of heavily armed FO troopers marching towards him. Reaching for his pistol, he scrambled backwards, finding his holsters empty. Marching at a fast pace they would be right before him, their white armor in stark contrast with the charred building behind them. Their blasters trained on him, they opened fire.

Jumping up, he would duck, only to look up into the visor of the squad commander. Yet... He wasn't really looking at him. Not wasting the chance, he swung out, his weight being transferred into his swing. Surprisingly, his fist passed right through the shoulders helmet, causing him to stumble forward due to the lack of resistance. "Sir! General just gave new orders; we are to eliminate all residents." Looking down, he waved his hand, seeing how transparent he was, explaining how we was able to punch through the trooper.

That was when the screams could be heard, the fear he had back on that day settling in. Taking off at a sprint, he would wind down the familiar streets, recognizable buildings zipping by. Somehow, he must have lost his way, because at the next turn, he ran into a wall. Confused, he would turn, coming face to face with a woman glowing faint blue. Warily, he examined her, she looked like...

"Mara?" Not be living his eyes, he reached out, his hand connecting with her cheek. "There's no way... you've been dead for over a decade, and...your grown?" Her smile was even the same, and her perfect teeth.
"Yes Nathan, it's been almost 15 years...and yet you still blame yourself for our deaths." She reached up, covering his hand in hers. Pulling his helmet off his head, he would sigh, feelings threatening to overwhelm him.

"I...if I had made it sooner... I could've saved you all...and you could be with right now...You, Mon and Dad."

"It was all pre-destined. There was nothing you could do, and if you did try you too would've perished." Looking down, he would shrug, knowing very well that his sister was right. "Its all said and done, Nathan, you still have a long life ahead of you, do not worry."

Feeling her hand slip away, he would look up, only to see her fading away. "No, Mara, wait!" Reaching out, he would go grab her, but she was already so far away. "Don't...Don't leave me again." As her form disappeared, the humming of a lightsaber could be heard behind him, and he glanced over his shoulder, coming face to face with the Sith that killed his family, feeling a red hot pain in his gut as the man suddenly appeared directly in front of him, thrusting his crimson blade through his abdomen.

Gasping for air, his eyes would flip open, the interior of the drop ship once again greeting him. Rising slowly, he would use his rifle as a crutch, only to see the forms of two soliders outside.Moving slowly, he would pull his saber off his belt. In a flash of Orange light, the two men would collapse, their severed heads landing on the floor beside them. "Guess who's back."

[member="HK-36"] & [member="Joza Perl"] [apologies for such the long delay!]
Moving through the chaos, he would approach one of HK 's duplicates, the rotating minigun catching his attention. "Can I borrow that? Thanks buddy, I'll bring her back." Hoisting the gun up, he would begin to spray down the field, tearing anyone or thing that moved to shreds. Upon hearing the request for the snipers to be taken out, he simply plucked a grenade of a fallen corpse and sent it soaring into the birdsnest, not even knowing/caring that @Seria Ventreme was up there, watching helmets, couple arms and plenty of debris scattering.

 

[Darth Imperia]

The Acolyte had to admit, things looked grim for her. Being drained of her very life's essence, caught in her foe's grasp.

But being this close to someone else, that had drawbacks, especially if that someone else was incredibly angry, as Tony was about to learn.

What the Sithling did wasn't fancy. It required no long explanation or detailed description. It certainly wasn't elegant, either. And it definitely wasn't something she'd do under normal circumstances.

With a primal, rage filled scream, she jerked her head forward, snapped her jaws, and attempted to rip apart her attacker's face with her teeth. Whether she succeeded or not was irrelevant. What mattered was that, unless he was completely inhuman, there was only one reasonable reaction to such an assault; to back away.

[member="Tony Ro'samo"]

 

[Elpsis Kerrigan]

[member="Joza Perl"], [member="Jacen Voidstalker"], [member="Adele Adonai"], [member="Thraxis"], [member="Seria Ventreme"], [member="HK-36"], [member="Nate the Bounty Hunter"], [member="Symara Tarriq"]


And suddenly the lovely Zeltron who'd shielded her earlier was at the young firemane's side and helped her up. The redhead gave her a cheesy smile. "Feelin' better now. You're Jozie? Auntie Sio told me about out," Elpsis winced, wincing strongly in pain from the bullet that had made such a mess of her right foot. It had not penetrated the beskar, but the foot inside had still been messed up. She'd be hobbling if she tried to walk. For the time being, she stuck with a crouch.


She took a breath, as her attacker's rocket boots exploded and Joza's attack seemed to take a significant toll on him. Beads of sweat dripped down her face, as she scanned the horizon, searching for Seria, the woman who'd assaulted her earlier. A ball of orange flame rose in the open palm of her scorched hand, gaining in size and intensity, before she tossed it towards where the attacker seemed to be hiding when she believed she saw her aura. The blast of flame was less big and intense than the previous ones and was more meant to keep her from ambushing the Acolyte of Fire again.


Her other attacker, Thraxis, though Elpsis obviously did not know his name, talked a lot. The redhead might've felt sorry for him since the fight was kind of unfair, but she was a bit pissed about being shot. Moreover, he worked for Sith and that made him evil in her book. A simplistic point of view? Possibly, but she was intolerant that way.


Anyhow, she raised her other hand, which also looked rather scorched, and made a crushing motion, unleashing a precise Force Choke upon his throat. It was not tailored to kill via blunt force windpipe trauma, but a blood choke designed to induce rapid unconsciousness.