The Hunted (Apprentices/Padawans/Initiates)

[Edison Bulkhead]

Unknown Planet

Edison Bulkhead awoke to find herself lying on a hard mattress on a cold stone floor, her head full of fuzz. The last she remembered, she had been in a public transport on Corsuscant on an errand for the Ma'tra of the Spiderclan of the Witches of Dathomir, having finished a delicious lunch at a small noodle stand. Suddenly she had felt nauseous and drowsy. She heard a woman's voice asking is she was okay, and a hand on her shoulder and someone helping her stand, but her legs hadn't wanted to work and she couldn't seem to properly form words.

And now she was here, wherever here was.

Rubbing her eyes, the Initiate rose unsteadily and took in her surroundings. Three stone walls and a heavy-looking barred door. No window. Across from her were more cells, and in several she saw others, also lying on mattresses.

"Hello?" she called, her voice echoing down the corridor of cells. "Anyone else awake?"

 

[Namarii]

The first thing Namarii heard was someone calling. She awoke and sat up only to find she was in an odd place. The last thing Namarii could remember was thieving someone of some expensive looking jewels. The rich couple soon bent to her pwoers of persuasion and she took the entire bag of riches like an old fashioned thief. She was on her way to cash in and make a heafty amount of profit before everything had gone dark. And now she was here, sitting in a cell. Getting up she went to the bars and looked to see the other girl with her.

"Hey! What is this? Some sort of idiotic joke?" she almost shouted. "If it is I'm going to break the funny man's head like an egg." She looked to the girl and said "Hold on.....I known you. I've heard of you. One of the Night Sisters, right? What the hell is....?" She realized how there were more cells nearby before saying "What is going on?"

@[member="Edison Bulkhead"]

 

[Ignatius]

Once more. Stuck in a damned cage. I hated them. Mostly because I was born in one. not really born, but refitted in one. On a bed, I had my wings folded up and hidden away from everyone. I had been away for about a half an hour now when I heard a woman ask if everybody else were awake. I couldnt answer by a dumb woman wearing some kind of green leotard who kept talking.

Oh was her voice annoying already. "Yes, I happen to be so, Glad to see that other people are alive in here."

 

[Bjornveld Skjoldsen]

Heh, who would've thought that a mighty warrior like Bjornveld could've been taken down by a small poisoned dart? It was a funny thing. He had endured many many injuries and he hadn't even rested afterwards, but then he gets hit by one tiny little dart and he looses consciousness. He had been tracking a Bounty before this, trying to earn his money for the day, when he felt a sting in the back of his neck and shortly afterwards he fell forwards and passed out. He had woken up in a small cell a couple of minutes ago and now heard some voices calling something. He moved closer to the bars and used them to support himself, since his strength hadn't completely returned yet.

''What's going on out there? Why is everyone shouting?'' He said angrily. The warrior still felt dizzy, his head hurt and the shouting wasn't helping.

 

[Edison Bulkhead]

"Nightsister?" asked Edison. "Well, technically, yes, but Spiderclan, actually. And I've no idea, and I'll hold him still when you do."

Edison looked over at the third and fourth members of their little cell party, both male, who also pleaded ingorance to their collective plight.

"Weird," she admitted. "Does anyone know how you got here? Where were you the last you remember? I was on Coruscant."

 

[Voroll]

The voices rang out against the cold and bare walls and floors. Voroll, poked his head to the cage and the spaced bars, there his head just lay, looking to the other cells he had seen moments before. This time he heard speaking and shouting, and knew there were others in here as well (aside from the person opposite who was still sound asleep). He had only woken up early because of the bed he was, most probably, thrown on. He had a thing with 'new' mattresses, being that he only required a few hours of sleep on ones that weren't his own.
He didn't speak, just leant his head against the two bars and glanced around. It was obvious, even without empathy, that all these poor souls were confused and probably angry. That much could be determined from just their tone. Some, however, weren't as obvious with their emotions.

He had not been here long, he assumed, since the last thing he remembered was walking into a busy starport to board a transport from Bastion to a Fel Imperium starship waiting in orbit. Of course in such a starport there had been a military presence. Despite this whoever, or whatever, had managed to make him slip into an unconscious state.
"Bastion." Voroll answered @[member="Edison Bulkhead"], whom he could only just make out a few cells down.

@[member="Bjornveld Skjoldsen"] @[member="Dove"] @[member="Namarii"]

 

[Namarii]

"And I was off in middle of Aldreaan." Namarii said. "But I don't see what that has to do with anything. We're still stuck here in who knows where. And right now I'm about to blast my way through these bars unless someone caomes and lets me out!"

She looked down to try and see the others but it was hard given how thick the bars were. Still she could tell, given the force sensativity she was sensing from them, that they were all still basic learners. Apprentices and padawans. Then she looked to the sister in front of her, an initiate like herself. This was....an interesting fluke.

"You, sister." she said to @[member="Edison Bulkhead"] "Stand back because I'm about to blow this door open and I don't want to kill you in the process."

She stood back and peapred her magic in both hands before firing, waiting t see the results of a good magic bolt to the bars.

@[member="Voroll Dey Astaar"] @[member="Dove"] @[member="Bjornveld Skjoldsen"]

 

[Edison Bulkhead]

From down the hall came the sound of a very large door unlocking.

"I wouldn't," called a deep voice. "You wouldn't like the result."

Edison turned her head. A very large Chiss appeared, flanked by two equally large Bothans.

"My name is Harq. I've just come down to make sure everyone survived. Since I still see bodies on beds, I shall return in another thirty standard minutes. Please do not try to escape. You are nearly a mile underground, and I guarantee you would not make it to the surface."

He ran his right hand along the bars of an empty cell. "Be patient. Dinner is coming, and all will be explained. In the meantime, rest. Gather your strength. You're going to need it."

Without another word, the trio turned and left, the door clangling shut loudly behind them.

 

[Ignatius]

QUickly I rose up ignoring the questions of the woman and by grabbing a hold of @[member="Namarii"]'s hands I attempted to stop her from blasting the cage open. "You do that and we will have guards over us like white on Rice."

As if on cue, a Chiss guard came and spoke to us telling us not to escape. Well looks like we will have to try and work it out. "I doubt that our powers will work anyways. They hit us with some dart that nulls connection."

I turned to the witch apparently by the earlier conversation and spoke, "Coruscant as it happens." I stayed quiet after that staring at the green leotard woman as she was clearly not going to be happy.

 

[Darth Ferus]

Krest sat up slowly, rubbing the back of his head. It's not often something gets the jump on him, but something did. He looked about the room, rotating his wrists. ".. What's going on?" He was out for the previous discussion, finding himself lost and confused. But something more was off, his hand just didn't -feel- right. As if something was missing. "And where's my sword?"

 

[Kaliya Dupree]

Suddenly shifting in the corner was Kaliya finally struggled to return to consciousness, at first hand would be rose higher on the wall as she slowly clambered her way into a sitting positon. Her relative light frame meant that whatever drug was used to bring her here affected her most than normal sized people. In fact there was an alarming change that Kaliya could have died from the dosage, having only heard a mere fraction of what the Chiss said; Kaliya contented herself to at least getting in touch with her current surroundings.

 

[Bjornveld Skjoldsen]

This was turning out to be interesting. More and more people seemed to turn up. There was a Zabrak, a Nightsister, two Humans who's alignment wasn't clear and an Imperial Knight. This was going to be fun.

The the Chiss turned up and said some stuff about them being imprisoned or something. Bjornveld was still to dizzy to understand all of the things that were said, but he did hear something about them being underground and from another voice something about a sword. That reminded him of his own Lightsaber. He looked down and found it was gone. Taken by one of his captors presumably. ''Exactly, my Zabrak friend. Where are our swords?'' The Warrior asked in his deep and fitting voice. To him, the weapon was one of the most important things a warrior could posses.

 

[Voroll]

"So, what do you reckon it'll be for dinner?" Voroll asked a-loud, still with his face between two bars. He spotted a person in the cell opposite him stirring from their sleep - if forcing someone into an induced unconscious state to be transported to a large block of underground cells can be called sleep - and watched to see their reactions to the current situation.
He knew there would be little advantage to becoming upset or angered since his connection to the Force had been temporarily halted. He hoped that everyone else here had the same happen to them, otherwise he would be even more useless than he had been before.

 

[Namarii]

When the Chiss came and left Namarii had an angered and yet annoyed look. Whatever he meant about her not likeing the results of blasting it was clear, as ticked as she was, she wasn't stupid enough to risk it. She turned her back and slumped against the bars, crossing her arms and legs and she tried to think of what to do. Then the boys began talking about their weapons missing and she chukled a bit.

"Boys and their weapons. Unlike you lot I don't need weapons." She snapped her finger and a small magic flame came from the tip. Looking back to @[member="Edison Bulkhead"] she said "Isn't that right, sister?" Next the boy aked what would be for dinner to which she huffed and said "Well it had better be that's Chiss heart on a aplet, because that's what I'm going to serve him once I get my hands on him.

@Voroll Dey Astaar @[member="Bjornveld Skjoldsen"] @[member="Kaliya Dupree"] @[member="Krest"] @[member="Dove"]

 

[Ignatius]

I shook my head as the woman was clearly thinking to highly of herself. If I could just smack some sense into her I would, but that was not who I was. I had to deal with this woman until we found a way to get out of here. Looking around It was clear that somehow even with the chemical going through her veins that she still had her powers. I shook my head again.

"Keep that up princess Nightsister." I moved to the edge of the bars where the woman was on the other side of the cage, pressing my hands to it, I only wondered if there was something on the shelves that I could use. Looking around, all I could see was magazines of "adult material" a few remotes for the Holovision set that was too small for me to see clearly.

Taking a hold of the bars with my hands I decided to test something. "We need to get that guard back in here. any plans on doing so speak now or forever hold your peace."

 

[Darth Ferus]

Krest continued to twirl his wrist. The Zabrak's frown suddenly deepened as he flipped his hand back. What ever he was doing, it clearly wasn't working. The hand continued back at least, farther then a normal one could. In his palm was an emitter of sorts, but it wasn't on. "They took all my weapons. Even the ones I hid.."

His frown lessons as he looking over to the Nightsister. He speaks in a mocking tone, eyeing her. "Yes, remove the guards heart. I'm sure that will go unpunished."

 

[Voroll]

When @[member="Dove"] decided he wanted the guard back in the room, if there was even one on the outside of the locked door, Voroll began to scream. Quite literally at the top of his lungs and the highest pitch he could manage. His hand flicked out of the cage so that others could see and gestured a motion to join in. If one screamed, the guard could ignore it. If all of them screamed, maybe the bothan would have to intervene.
It may mean sedatives to calm them down or put them back into a forced sleep, but getting them inside might help.

 

[Bjornveld Skjoldsen]

The Sith thought to himself for a couple of minutes, ignoring the meaningless banter of his peers. He wanted to break out, not casually chat. He went through some of his options: He couldn't cut the bars open, he couldn't use the Force to get out, but he could try to bend the metal. After all, he was one of the strongest individuals in this room, if not the strongest, physically. Maybe his life long training would finally pay off? He was about to grip one of the bars and test his theory, when some fool started screaming. It didn't help the warrior at all. He wanted peace and quiet for once, not this foolish screaming. ''SHUT UP YOU NERF HERDERS! I HAD ENOUGH OF YOUR BANTER AND YOUR IDLENESS.'' His rage was now clearly audible. He had shouted as loud as possible and at the same time used a powerful kick against the cell's bars. He didn't see the result, but he knew one thing. His foot hurt. One of the others had to tell him if he had succeeded or not, because he would first take a 'nap' on the ground. Well, he wouldn't be asleep, but he would just lie around in his cell, exhausted, dizzy and annoyed.

 

[Darth Ferus]

Krest sat cross legged on the ground, watching the others. Though his attention went right to @[member="Bjornveld Skjoldsen"] and his childish outburst. Between his tantrum and the screaming of the other people, he had a headache. He rubs his brow slowly, simply shaking his head. With both of his hidden sabers gone though, he really didn't have a way to assist the others. So he opted to watch and wait, listening to what he would hope is a good idea. At some point.

 

[Grimm]

"I prefer to hold my peace. I say we wait, before you end up getting hurt like that guy over there."

Spoke a figure in the furthers corner of the cell, his hook covered his face and he was just laying his back against the wall.

He simply stayed quiet, after he had gotten off the bed. He was weighting his options but this seemed to be a bad play. Everyone was going on different paths and speaking without much info.

Simply displays of power, sure he had lost his two blasters, twenty knives, saber, grenades, big knife, and his mask. They would surely pay for there action, but now he would converse his power for the right time.


@[member="Bjornveld Skjoldsen"] @[member="Dove"]