The Once and Future Queen

[Feena]

Feena refused to move. She couldn't sense the danger, Not in this crowd. Not distracted as she was. How could she? Yes. There was always danger. She had come to expect that. Invited it even. As the dagger raced towards her, she dared to glance back at the one she'd been focused on this whole time. If she would die here, then she would die a queen. The last thing she would do would be to look at her son. Her boy. So long gone. So far from her. So close.

But she didn't die. She stood as the crowd gasped and scattered. Another attempt on her life failed, thanks to the strange boy.

"No!" She ordered , holding her hand for the guards to stop firing, "never fire into a crowd!"

The assassin may escape, but she refused to risk the safety of her people.

 

[Grrwunhoooll Agaburry]

Shargon'Ta predicted and based his attack of the Queen's Care for here people. With what looked to be Jedi of sorts come at him and multiple guards firing at Shargon in the middle of the crowd this was going to get bloody. Shargon's Gaseous body morphed in various shapes allowing the few blaster bolts to go through him and hit people in the crowd. Frowning seeing his own dagger thrown back at him he could do nothing about it since the velocity of its travel would be too hard to catch. The Dagger quickly passed through his gasous body and punctured another Citizen in the leg, and soon the Citizen would be in critical condition due to the poisons. A ball of fire how odd he thought. Shargon needed to move out now anyways, With the fireball coming he ran into its general area of impact and acted like he paniced getting hit by the ball of fire. But one with a keen eye could see Shargon to the fall on the floor with the fireball passing through him. From afar it looked like a direct hit but Shargons gaseous body was not flammable. The impact was a flash and some flames and smoke spewd out having smoke rise. Shargon in the masking his own smokeish body quickly started turning transparent and hurried off. In Transparent form Shargon'Ta was not invisible but blended into whatever was behind him and with the crowd's moving around in panic and some even cheering for Queen and jedi characters [member="Romeo Sin"] heroics, despite the small portion of citizens dead or badly wounded on the ground. As the Citizens cleared out more Shargon did aswell waiting in a dark ally hiding in the shadows.

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More attempts on the woman's life, and yet, it was not Graxin's place to act. The force spoke to him now. It whispered with a lover's caress to him in the midst of chaos. It told him to refrain; for this was not his place to intervene. The hood was pulled back behind his head; a mess of raven hair pushed back behind his ears being revealed. It only furthered the resemblance.

"Move the Queen. The crowd isn't your enemy." He ordered. His voice was sharp as a Mandalorian blade, but not unkind. "Go search for the attackers." He continued.

Graxin paid little heed to the guards. It was chaos, and few would stop a Jedi who seemed to be helping the newly crowned queen. A fist rose up to his lips, and his amber eyes locked on the back of [member="Feena Mason"]'s head. If there were things he wanted to say, it was unclear in his tone. "My lady, perhaps it is best for you to retire. You've been accepted well enough, and you have proven your bravery."

 

[The Red of Sinner]

Romeo got off the podium, and moved back to the Queen.
He was angry that the assassin got away.
-Next time...you won't be so lucky..-
He moved to the side of the Queen. He was quiet, ready to take a scolding, and the guards searched for the assassin down below.
He sighed, and looked down in shame. People had died, and his own foolishness was to blame.
-Least the Queen didn't get hurt.-
In the long run, he had did what was right, his job. Protect the Queen. He was police, he wasn't the law. He was the Queen's bodyguard.
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[Feena]

The new Queen refused to run away. She looked out over the balcony, steady, concern apparent on every inch of her being.
They were talking. Trying to convince her to leave. Trying to give her orders. Give her orders! Who did these boys think they were? And why was the one trying to order around her people?

"My lady, perhaps it is best for you to retire. You've been accepted well enough, and you have proven your bravery."
She whirled around to face the boy who had said this. Her boy, whether he knew it or not.

"Your Majesty," she corrected, hurrying past him, "And I am going down there. Do not patronize me, boy. I will decide when I have done enough."

Even if she wasn't Queen, she was still a healer. Without stopping to listen to people advise her against it, she hiked her skirt up the instant she was back inside the castle, running full speed down the halls, heading to the lower levels. Somewhere, she lost her elaborate blue headdress. Her ebony curls were wild, tangled. She didn't care. Only one thing mattered now.
If she was going to be a servant of the people, her job started now.

 

[Grrwunhoooll Agaburry]

Shargon watched the Wounded cry out for help, the guards could do little and the medical team would take time at the most. Shargon smiled waiting for his moment to strike again. If he was right about this Queen she would aid her people and if she didnt then Shargon had no problem taking out some more to to draw her out or go and search for her himself. Shargon was crafty and at the most skilled in this type of scenarios. He is the ShadowMan. Shargon laughed in his head at the guards looking around for him and he smiled seeing the Citizen who had Shargon's dagger in his rib-cage area. He wouldnt last long without Medical help at all.

Screams of chaos and panic was Shargons sweet melody and in this moment the Chorus would sound by and the Bridge would fall down." Beatiful.." Shargon whispered to himself

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[The Red of Sinner]

Romeo couldn't allow her to do that alone, and so..he jumped over the balcony, and awaited her.
-This is my fault...how can I correct it?-
he was beating himself up. He awaited outside the door, wondering if the Jedi would follow.
He had his lightsaber in hand. [member="Feena Mason"] @Garix Rade [member="Shargon'Ta"]

 

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"Your majesty. My apologies." He murmured. Graxin followed steadily after the newly named Queen. he needed to speak with her, and if resolving things held precedence, then they held precedence. He settled worried hands around his lightsabers and grit his teeth.

His skills in healing were moot, but he would try. His status as a Jedi was newly attained, and adjusting to the customs was still a difficult task. Even after the battle with Vulcanus, and his own way of proving himself, the teaching were still shaky. His pace quickened as he followed after the woman--the one from his visions. Who was she, really? The Queen, for sure, [member="Feena Mason"], but something more. A past friend, one of rag's servants, a lover he who had wiped his mind?

Either way, the force called, and he answered. The Knight jogged up to her side; youthful eyes betraying his true age past the tired visage and the unkempt beard. "How can I help?"

 

[Feena]

He didn't know her. The more time she spent with the boy, the more sure of that fact she became. I she wanted, she could push him away, never tell him. It would be easiest. It would be safest. It had been so many years already. If she told him, if she held her arms open for the boy now, it would reopen wounds that she had worked for majority of her adult life to close.
But...

She was outside now, through the front entrance.

"You can help by not getting in my way, Boy," she answered impatiently, looking desperately around for the injured. Thankfully, there were not many, and those who were injured were not fatally so... except one. She saw him at once. He was young, no more than twenty years of age. Lodged in his ribs was a dagger. Without proper medical attention he had minutes.

Without a word of warning, she rushed to his side, kneeling, holding the young man. Blood was everywhere. She was getting it all over herself.
She didn't have her medkit. This wasn't the battlefeild. This wasn't a medbay. She wasn't dressed in the uniform of a healer. She grabbed the hem of her expensive gown and ripped all along the edge. She wasn't thinking now. She was working. She needed fabric, something to hold into his wound to stop the bleeding. At least for the time being.

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Out of the way? Ah.

Graxin complied without a word. His lips pursed as a retort formed in the back of his mind. It was a snap reaction. His time in the Sith made him haughty and a ready to explode at any moment. One had to be if they wished to survive around such animals. Still, he found his gaze falling down on the woman. His lips pressed into a slight worry line, and his attention shifted around to the many wounded.

His skills with healing were marginal. Wordlessly, the Knight wandered over to one of the injured, an older woman with a small laceration down her left arm. He simply followed the minimal training he had received in the subject. He murmured a word of calm to the elderly woman, and placed his hands on either side of the bleeding wound. his mind settled on the ripped cells; torn muscle, and eviscerated skin. he focused on piecing it together; like a jumbled up puzzle left behind by a hapless youngling.

Slowly, the flesh began to reform. It was an extremely draining effort, and the sudden lightheadedness threatened to make Graxin topple over, but he continued. It was a debt he owed to the galaxy, one he could never repay, but he must always try.


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[Feena]

She needed to concentrate.
"Such a tiny scratch," she commented, doing her very best to play his injuries off as if they were nothing at all, "Hardly worth worrying about."
That always seemed to calm people. If they did not think they were really hurt, they would calm down.

With one hand, she carefully pulled out the dagger, then instantly placed the torn edge of her gown against the wound. Something was wrong. Something was wrong. Something was-

Poison.

She looked down at the dagger still in her hand. She was careful not to touch the blade. This was a skill she had. She pulled the silk away, placing a hand over the bloody wound. Separate the bad, draw it out, draw out the particles, the poison in the blood. Through his veins, through his flesh, the new Queen pulled and pulled and pulled until, when she pulled her hand away, there was a small blob of some sort of foreign liquid floating near her palm. When she let go, it fell, splashing against the pavement.
She set the dagger carefully down, then shoved her hand once more into the wound.

This was going to be hard. There was so much internal damage. So much to heal before she closed the wound, and he was bleeding out fast.

 

[Grrwunhoooll Agaburry]

Shargon knew the Queen would come out to help but upon seeing her in action made him pause for a moment to watch. This was a REAL Queen he thought to himself from the shadows. Someone who would die for here people, His thought slowly faded and Shargon examined the area. Guards, a Jedi and now another hooded figure. Shargon assumed he as Jedi aswell to make a good plan, But something bothered him Why was she rude to the other cloaked figure when she came out? A servant or relative he could not tell but Queen was in his grips. Shargon was roughly 16ft away in a small ally, The ally no mere person could fit through but he was not restricted to a single form. The Queen helped the dying and the one of the Did aswell, but it was draining him. Everyone could tell it was hard on his mind and body to heal the injured. Shargon looking at [member="Romeo Sin"] the other Jedi slowly blinked and formed a dagger from smoke that entrailed off him this would be the distraction. The Dagger was dark like his own but it was harmless it was smoke with a form.

Shargon threw the dagger out and quickly resumed his Transparent form moving closer. As the Gas dagger flew in her general in a medium of speed It alerted the guards to fire in the Ally even though it was too small to fit someone. By this time Shargon had Quietly moved 10ft to another building and the shadow cast from it blended him perfect. The real dagger he held close to him. It had no shine and was small. Shargon slowly pressed against the floor spreading his body with the cast shadow of the building And waited he wanted this to be perfect. The Smoke dagger was faded away by now making the Queens guards look dumb shooting down a ally. The Queen was Focused heavily on the dying Citizen. The guards were distracted by a smoke.. And one Jedi was wasting energy by healing.

Shargon was Ready and predicted the Queen to look at her Guards shoot smoke but if she didnt she would see Shargon himself and his dagger, Tipped with a poision to cause organ failure, Paralysis and Blindness but not in the Order of course. Shargon lashed out full speed in the chaos headed straight for the Queen 6ft in front of her, though still transparent the dagger in hand was low to the floor with Shargon aswell. Almost flat on the ground he sped to the Queen uncloaking revealing a giant Shadow Red eyes. His Gasous face formed a Skull as he aim to plunge the poisoned dagger in her gut or slash her with it.

" May you be in the life after..." Shargon whispered in the Action.

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[The Red of Sinner]

Romeo was a shrewd man, and this wasn't his first battle. He knew that it was a distraction, the assassin had proved to good a aim earlier.
That was when his keen eye noticed the movement on the ground, charging after the Queen. Only one thing to do.
He charged after, planting himself between the Queen, and the shadow.
Taking the knife to the gut.
"Nice...try..." he coughed up blood.
He was paralyzed. He couldn't move, but he didn' need to move to grab the gases thing through Telekensis. He locked onto it with the TK. he relaxed his mind, filling himself with the force. He dropped to his knees, still holding the assassin in TK. "Knew...you...would try again..."
More blood...
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[Grrwunhoooll Agaburry]

This was unexpected. Shargon'Ta dagger in the jedi?! This was new for him , it seemed this jedi actually cared for the Queen. Shargon was some what trapped by what he assumed to be [member="Romeo Sin"] Tk through the force but this wouldnt last long with the poisoned dagger in his Gut and His species Force Dead nature. Shargon could move and resist the move but it didnt deny him the fact that he was out in the open. Twisting the Dagger and shoving it in [member="Romeo Sin"] Gut more to break him. Shargon was in an outrage, his smokey body wisped around violently and he shrieked at the Jedi starring him in face with his menacing red glowing eyes. " You Fool! This was not ment for you! Why involve yourself with death's hand?! " Shargon shaped his body closely to [member="Romeo Sin"] in case more people were to make action, Shargon would use the Jedi's body as a shield. Shargons Gaze never left the Jedi's in front of him and another end of him. This would be a tricky situation there was going to be a small chance of escape, but Shargon knew with the poison and him driving the dagger in more the Jedi would break the hold or risk death. Shargon'Ta body was close to The Jedis now almost flat against him and wraped around, though he could not manipulate his body he would use it as cover.

" Queen stop what your doing. This Young jedi will die if you dont tend to him, Tell your Guards to stand down and help him before its too late..." Shargon's eyes changed to multiple colors perhaps a sign of emotions expressed. He looked at his gaseous hand on the dagger in [member="Romeo Sin"] Gut and shook his head. " This dagger was ment for you your Highness, Its poised to kill quickly make a decision quickly or watch the results of your inaction. I will leave you be, Earlier you sparred me and I shall return the favor.. If you allow it." Shargon'Ta's voice was no longer a whisper but a sincere voice towards her. It was hard to distinguish whether he was action or not but it didn't matter a Action had to take place.

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Gracin was...displeased. The woman's forearm had healed enough. The scar tissue was reduced to nothing but a small lump, and any sign of the wound from the outside had been eliminated. She would be sore, but she would be alright. The act had drained him, and when yet another assassin made a move on this woman--whoever she was-- his frustrations boiled over.

A single leather bound hand rose up. He focused on the shade and clenched his fist. It was something akin to a force crush, but weaker, and far more docile. Its purpose served to immobilize and trap the subject so long as it was held, and Graxin certainly intended to hold it.

"You talk of saving lives yet you end more for your own gain. There is no honor in that--the deaths of others is not the means to cause a distraction. It is cowardice, immaturity, and desperation." Graxin said His voice was sharpened to a purposeful point. "There's no reason to kill the Queen. She has hurt absolutely no one; only the opposite...and it's rather clear you're not the most professional of assassins, no? Best to cut your losses."



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[Grrwunhoooll Agaburry]

Shargon felt the hold of another force ability, it was weak but stacked onto the already immobilization feeling he had. " You make me laugh, what kind of Jedi would waste his energy on the wounded and express such uncontrolled emotions toward an enemy. You knew a danger was near yet you did nothing. My tactic's? Your words are dull and do not pierce at the slightest." Shargon laughed slighty continuing with " You Jedi are no more guilty then me, I have watched your Kind slaughter others in the name of Justice and Righteousness, So do not speak about my harsh tactic's when your history is larger then my own!"

Shargon looked around examining the area.

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[The Red of Sinner]

Romeo grunted, as he used his body for a shield. He sat there, feeling his organs slowly shut down.
"The galaxy needs her, it doesn't need me." Me whispered to the shade.
He had won, the shade had lost. He told him he wouldn't be so lucky next time.
Blood burst from his mouth as he dug it deeper in, and it spewed out of his mask.
"Ha...I could...ignite myself right now assassin..what then?"
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The shade's words did nothing to Graxin. Nothing but force a sigh past his lips. His hand crushed into a fist. The simple hold he had expressed earlier compressed into a crushing force. It pushed inward; the invisible weight of a boulder pushing in on the shade. It looked to crush; it looked to kill.

"I'm new to the order, and judging an organization by the actions of its predecessors is a child's way of thinking. Your opinion doesn't matter." He chided. There wasn't much more to say, he simply wanted the fight to be over. There were more important things to attend to.


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[Grrwunhoooll Agaburry]

Shargon'Ta acted out a look of fear to [member="Romeo Sin"] " You would kill yourself to end me?" Shargon said gazing into [member="Romeo Sin"] eyes. Shargon was already feeling the Crush effect from [member="Graxin Rade"] but it was stronger now, with his force dead nature and the Jedi still little weak it would take awhile for Shargon to be crushed. In the Mean time Shargon looked around trying to think of something to do, But nothing came to his mind yet.

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[The Red of Sinner]

Romeo laughed in a blood soaked tone.
"I'm almost a master Pyromancer...it wouldn't kill me, the blade in my gut will." It was going dark slowly for him. He snapped his finger, and fire ignited in hand. Using Convection, his body temperature began to rise too, growing super hot, blistering point hot.
It wouldn't barn really, maybe make him sweat.
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