The Hunted (Apprentices/Padawans/Initiates)

[Jake Travers]

Jake woke in his cage to the sound of many voices, all of it a confusing mess. Last thing he remembered, he was in a bar with his friend Morna. Since then, everything was a blur. "The hell... Must have had too much of that Correlliam ale..." He sat up and rubbed his forehead, a small headache coming on. Looking around at the others, he almost had to slap himself to make sure he wasn't dreaming. A familiar face... and wings. Trying to get the man's attention, he waved his hands high. "Dove! Hey!"

@[member="Dove"]

 

[Ignatius]

I looked to my right. shaking my head as the kid still screamed. walking to him, I knelt down next to his bed, and even with my height my head was still at his head level, "Jezz how long has it been? A year? Damn." I clapped his shoulder with my hand. "You are lucky I saved your ass back when. man you haven't changed a bit." it was good to see a face that I knew, but it was also bad that he was here. Even though my wings were not out and or visible I whispered to him. "Hey, I kind of want to keep that part of me a secret, yeah?"

@[member="Jake Travers"]

 

[Stardust Solus Skirae]

star opened her eyes and rubbed her head , blinking a bit before sitting up star tried to remember what happened lets see she was buying some supplies then everything went black, shaking her head she looked around"hello anyone else here
@[member="Dove"]
@[member="Jake Travers"]

 

[Voroll]

Since no one else had decided to join in with the screaming to grab the attention of the guards, Voroll stopped. By now his forehead and cheeks were starting to ache from the constant leaning against the gap between the two bars of the cage. So he pulled back, revealing two red lines down his face at either side of his eyes. He rubbed both sides with his hands, despite them still being gloved in black by the bodyglove he wore under his white stormtrooper armour. This could not last.
He sat down, knees and ankles against the floor and bottom rested against his feet.
"So, anyone got any bright ideas?" His voice was louder, and cracked a little from the incessant screaming that had taken place. Not only his face but his throat hurt as well, clearly. Hopefully someone bright enough would let the other apprentices and padawans and initiates know of a plan to get them out, or to just wait and see what the Chiss and Bothans wanted from the rag-tag group of Forcies.

@[member="stardust"] @[member="Dove"] @[member="Grimm"] @[member="Krest"] @[member="Bjornveld Skjoldsen"] @[member="Namarii"] @[member="Kaliya Dupree"] @[member="Edison Bulkhead"] @[member="Jake Travers"]

 

[Edison Bulkhead]

"I've got one," offered Edison, after the shouting had abated. "Let's all introduce ourselves, tell each other where we were last, and agree that we're all Force users. I'll start. I'm Edison Bulkhead, Dathomir Witch Initiate, and I was last on Coruscant. Everyone else check in, and hold off on comments or banter, yeah? Maybe there's a reason we've all been kidnapped and tossed into cells together."

@stardust @Dove @Grimm @Krest @Bjornveld Skjoldsen @Namarii @Kaliya Dupree @Voroll Dey Astaar
@Jake Travers

 

[Voroll]

The temptation to act like this was an alcoholic anonymous or spice anonymous meeting was great, almost too much so. But Voroll had to face the facts: he was in a cage with a group of people he did not know and had no idea what their temperaments were like, nor did he know their significance in this or why they were here. That Chiss could be playing them all against each other so far, with hidden cameras at any point or recording devices stashed anywhere. He checked the small cell he was in and checked over his body and suit; checking whether it had been tampered with or he had anything placed in him that he did not consent to.

"I'm Voroll, Fel Imperial Cadet. The last time I remember I was on Bastion."

 

[Bjornveld Skjoldsen]

The warrior had hoped he had at least scratched or dented the bars, but it seemed not to be the case when he looked back up again. His head was now a bit clearer and he could think straight again. It seemed channeling all your hate, annoyance, frustration and other emotions into one thing and then letting loose helped with clearing one's head. He listened to the Witch and the Cadet and then responded with ''Very well, I shall tell you who I am then. I am Bjornveld Skjoldsen, Valkyri, Sith apprentice and a former Jedi Padawan.'' He didn't really care what others knew about him, he only cared that others knew he was a great Warrior and for that to happen he had to prove it somehow, but not yet. For now it was time to figure out how the feth the people in here would get out again.

 

[Darth Ferus]

Krest piped in then, resting his chin on his palm and his elbow on his knee. "Krest. Templar Aspirant. Last I knew I was visiting home." Home being Iridonia. But that wasn't something he was about to share with a couple of Sith in the room. The last thing he needed was one of them to try and fight him because of that fact. Though part of him did doubt a Sith would challenge him, it was better to be safe then sorry. He went back to listen to the others, quietly thinking on how to get out and find his weapons.

 

[Namarii]

Namarii rolled her eyes as she kept leaing against the bars of her cell. Didn't they already explain this stuff before? Why go over it again? Perhaps some of them were just slower than others. In any case she wasn't exaclty keen on answering anyone. If they'd payed attention they'd have known she was a Witch Initiate like @[member="Edison Bulkhead"]. But they had not heard her name which she wasn't too keen on giving anyway. It wasn't until the last of them spoke that she finally said "There. Now introductions are out of the way. So let's get back to the part about escaping this place!"

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

 

[Bolt]

Yakoza remained utterly silent. Reclined on the floor with an arm behind his head, the lithe green form didn't worry over their current predicaments. He only ended up places he wanted. When he was captured, the Force sang to him, telling him to allow the events to unfold. It was with annoyance that he didn't just leave. The bars on the door opted enough room to slip through.

Yet he waited. Casting an eye to a young man across from himself, he arched a brow. Was that feathers he just saw? Wings on a being? Hmmm. With his interest now ever more perked, the sounds of shuffling followed by a soft tap of his cane, the small form slowly entered the light.

Ever so slowly, the most acidic yellow pair of eyes began to slowly meet each person's eyes before he smirked and returned to his original position. None here interested him. Save the angel.

@[member="Dove"] @[member="Krest"] @[member="Bjornveld Skjoldsen"] @[member="Voroll Dey Astaar"] @[member="Jake Travers"] @[member="Kaliya Dupree"] @[member="Edison Bulkhead"] @[member="Namarii"]

 

[Stardust Solus Skirae]

stardust stretched out"names stardust neither sith nor jedi im with the empire last i remember i was goimg to my fighter to do maintence then boom black and well here i am

 

[Ignatius]

I looked around as the Witch spoke up saying that they needed to introduce themselves. It was a good idea for most, but I was not open to it. I was not like other people. I stood up and turned around to see a little green man looking at me. His yellow eyes made me wonder if he was staring at me for a reason. I then looked at everybody else. "Name's Dove and I work alone, this here is @[member="Jake Travers"] and he is a Shaper. Now for ideas to get out of here, You will have to trust me on this."

I hated this, absolutely freaking hate this! I decided to do something that I had not done in such a long time. Taking off my shirt I revealed a scared and rather lean body. for me it was hard to be fat. half of my mind was thinking #girlsbejelly. And as I took my shirt off I knew that the green guy could see a little lump in the side of my back. and Jake could see it as well. I calmed myself and slowly the sounds of a sickly slope could be heard as my wings poked out from my back. Finally when they were all the way out, I had to let them fit between the bars to show my almost 25 foot wingspan.

"I am not like everyone else here." I said opening my eyes. my body twitched and almost out of a freaking storybook my muscles grew stronger as I was allowed to let my wings out for the first time in what felt ages. "I'm a Hell's Angel."

@[member="stardust"], @[member="Yakoza"], @[member="Namarii"], @[member="Krest"], @[member="Bjornveld Skjoldsen"], @[member="Voroll Dey Astaar"], @[member="Edison Bulkhead"]

 

[Bolt]

This, this surprised one whom never felt such feelings. The man genuinely had wings. Once again the tapping, and soon the green being was nearly pressing against the bars. A Hells Angel eh?

"Hells Angel you may be, but Hell Reject is a title I claim." The small man murmured, knowing the force would carry his words to the young man. He found him fascinating for some off reason. There was a certain...kindredness that could be felt. At least for the small man.

To the rest he simply glared those evil eyes once more, seeming to peer into the very souls of each individual. For many, the gaze alone of one so tainted could instill fear.

@[member="Dove"] @[member="Krest"] @[member="Bjornveld Skjoldsen"] @[member="Voroll Dey Astaar"] @[member="Jake Travers"] @[member="Kaliya Dupree"] @[member="Edison Bulkhead"] @[member="Namarii"]

 

[Stardust Solus Skirae]

star watched as @[member="Dove"] grew wings, but how she had only read books about people with wings"amazing just freaking awesomw"star said excited"

 

[Darth Ferus]

Krest rubs the back of his neck then, staring @[member="Dove"]. "Part of me feels like I should be impressed or something, but then again I don't even know what a Hell's Angel is. But I bet the wings are useful, if you can actually fly." The Zabrak stood up then, moving over to the cell door. He rarely trusted someone who was as confident as the bird man was. Such confidence usually led to disaster. "Though if you want at least me to trust you, you're going to have to explain this plan of yours. Completely. If you can't, I won't trust you, and I'm sure there are others who wouldn't either."

@stardust, @Yakoza, @Namarii, @Bjornveld Skjoldsen, @Voroll Dey Astaar, @Edison Bulkhead

 

[Valduin Izbien]

Valduin's low laughter bounced about the cold cell. "The canary's plan is pointless." Sliding up the wall the man had been resting against he made his way into the light. Leaning through the bars of the cell he locked his arms and rested his head. His gaze wandered to @[member="Edison Bulkhead"]. He had gave everyone's aura a once over even those who chose silence. For the moment she seemed the most collected,, and the only one more so concerned with the why than the how or where. They were each gifted in the force. Thinking before he spoke led for more competent conversations. This meet and greet chit would only prove problematic. "Close your mouths. Close your eyes. Smell." He closed his eyes as he spoke and with a pause inhaled deeply, "That's blood. Old blood." He gripped the bars of his cell for a moment before turning out his hands to reveal the red dust. "These cells are ancient." He let his head thud against the cage once more and shifted his eyes once more towards Edison. "I do not know why or where, but I can promise they have done this before. This is practiced and perfected."

Letting his stare linger, he thought carefully over the surroundings. He knew a prison when he saw one, and this was not one. They were too carefully preserved to simply be abducted by slavers. No, this was more. They were to be someone's spectacle. "We've no choice but to play the game..." His gaze slowly lowered off towards the stone ground as he awaited the replies of the others. Oh, how he hated children...

 

[Bjornveld Skjoldsen]

''A flipping bird?'' He said when he saw the man with the wings. ''Am I dreaming again or is there really a six foot bird standing around?'' How could that be? The Viking had seen a lot in his days, but a six foot bird was something new. He finally stood up again and walked closer to the bars to get a better look at the Birdman. It was true, there was a six foot bird just standing around in a small prison cell. Bjornveld had no idea how that would help them, but he was certain hhe would find out soon.

Then another man said something, it seemed he had listened to their conversation, but didn't find it necessary to respond. But now that he did, Bjornveld recognized something in his voice. There was something familiar about it. He looked over to the man. He was well trained. He had the stature of a warrior and he was familiar to Bjornveld. It was as if he had already seen or met that man somewhere, but just couldn't remember where. ''You bring up a good point, Warrior. Whoever has captured us must have planned this and it's not too far fetched to say that we're not the first ones who have been captured and brought here.'' He responded with his usual, more serious and heroic tone. Afterwards he added ''Oh and another thing. Tell me, Warrior, why do you look so familiar? Have we met in battle once?'' This time with a less serious and more curious tone.

@[member="Valduin Izbien"]

Spoiler

This was my last post in this thread, I won't post here anymore. Just FYI.

 

[Valduin Izbien]

Valduin looked towards the familiar voice, "Yeah, I've spilled oceans of blood for the Sith." He smiled slightly as he reminisced on the deaths that rested on his conscious before migrating back to his spot in the floor. Sliding down the wall he included, "What'd I'd give to go back to that right now." He closed his eyes as he awaited the rest of the group's response

 

[Stardust Solus Skirae]

looks over a the sith"lets focus on now becayse im not playing any game at all with whoever captured us"star said then sat down"

 

[Nyarl]

Nyarl examined the cast of Force Users around him, each plopped into a cell weaponless as he. Each gifted with the Force and speaking and arguing incessantly. He'd tell them to shut up, but his voice didn't work the same way theirs did, he couldn't make sounds they'd understand. One of the downsides of being the Sithspawn he was, but there were other benefits. Though he could tell he was drugged he could still feel the fear, and lack thereof, in the men around him. If they'd all been afraid he'd be able to merely punch through the durasteel, but alas it was not the case. Fething overconfident young ones ruining it for him.

In any case, there was little to do here but gather his strength and await an opportunity, whatever that may be. Perhaps the woman who could summon flames would melt the durasteel door, perhaps the Chiss would come to find them once again, but as it happened the octopus-like Nyarl had little impact on what happened to him. So he waited alone in his cell, observing this group to see if their was any potential of escape.