The Perfect Vessel
Location: Cinnagar
Objective: Neutralize the napalm bomb
Allies: [member="Luminara Rikanati"], [member="Darth Vidar"], [member="Alaki"], @melakoth tyrin, [member="Darth Vornskr"] Sith [member="Alexandra Lianne Feanor"] [member="Darth Tsolan"] [member=Darth_Morgoth] | [member="Sawa Ike"]
Enemies: [member="Titan"], [member="Anija Ordo"] | Mandalorians
[SIZE=12.222222328186px]In the distance, she saw the group of Mandalorians evacuate the scene -- her prey among them. Darth Vidar then burst with a massive Force Bellow at his target, the barrier now sustained by the others around her. [/SIZE]That shimmering barrier originally crafted by [member="Darth Vidar"] and only strengthened by the masters, knights and acolytes around them would protect them from the incoming laser fire. Those who were not lucky enough to be under that protection were lanced with bolts from another warfighter, bodies flung onto the rubble of Cinnegar’s streets, the scent of charred flesh, blood and death rising like a death shroud.
A ghost of feeling would pass, a null only to slip on by. That flicker allowed more strafing fire to pierce the Force barrier from those whom felt it slide past, only to return seconds later. Shots would strike down at Acolytes and Blackblades, thuds falling to the floor. What manner of Force nullification of the Ysalimiri would come to an end -- inertia would find a transparasteel canister not made for Ysalimiri bombs from the sky very successful. This was not a Bral to be dropped without proper shock protection. Blunt force trauma would find it roll, bounce, and then get lodged far to the right, leaving the others safe from it's nullification circle. Gas would fill the air from there. The storm went rolling ahead of them, and strong gusts of winds picked up and blew whatever gas from the fell well known Mandalorian grenades away. Nephthys knew a nice trick for this. She held her breath while the strong gust of wind took care of the rest.
It was then that the telepathic plea of her battle brother beside her went drifting through her mind. Of the God King who had long ago also shared another fiery battle with her, fighting against Mandalorians, as had one lit the skies and scenery with flame. A time when Darth Shara still stood living. That memory would quirk a twitch at the corner of her eyebrow, and mind as one, her single hand went arching up, following the line of directory of Vornskr’s attention. Once the bomb had past the radius of the Ysalamiri’s hold, it was quick work for a Sith Lord to take control of the bomb. These types were not made to be self propellant, instead they were a carrier of a flammable liquid with an incendiary that would ignite upon contact.
So in tandem with her battle brother, the Force went screaming through her mind, arching outwards towards the ether, into the heavens, as the petite childlike Darth would wrap a sphere of the Force around the bomb in itself. An offensive way for one to use protection bubble, this would require her to fully concentrate and stay absolutely still, as the armed bomb would go through it’s armed timed down to deploy the bomblets within.
That Force Shield that her brethren used to keep them all safe is what was making sure Nephthys stayed absolutely still for the utter concentration required as the next second, the napalm bomb exploded within her protective bubble in a mass of shrapnel, flame, and liquid.
Her body practically jerked as she gave a twitch, her eyes narrowing into thin crimson slits. Blood once again went dripping out of her nose, and the pain --- the pain was rather excruciating. Her bones would feel as if they were molten hot irons, her clawed fingers outstretching with the slightest of trembles.
Within that bubble of protection, the incendiary liquid would slosh and swirl, burning up all the oxygen within it’s small sphere, burning it out. Her knees began to tremble, and it was only by sheer determined will and utilizing her pain that Nephthys was able to contain it, her hand suddenly swinging the bubble off to the side, far away from the group. It was only then that she released her hold on the bubble, and whatever remaining gel remained would splatter unignited harmlessly away from the group.
Sokara would fall to her knees, gasping deep breaths, body trembling at the great use of energy required to do this, nausea rolling in vast great waves over her slender body. She dry-heaved as rose tinted saliva came coughing out.
But at the very least, she had protected them all from dancing in the flames of the Nine Hells.
Objective: Neutralize the napalm bomb
Allies: [member="Luminara Rikanati"], [member="Darth Vidar"], [member="Alaki"], @melakoth tyrin, [member="Darth Vornskr"] Sith [member="Alexandra Lianne Feanor"] [member="Darth Tsolan"] [member=Darth_Morgoth] | [member="Sawa Ike"]
Enemies: [member="Titan"], [member="Anija Ordo"] | Mandalorians
[SIZE=12.222222328186px]In the distance, she saw the group of Mandalorians evacuate the scene -- her prey among them. Darth Vidar then burst with a massive Force Bellow at his target, the barrier now sustained by the others around her. [/SIZE]That shimmering barrier originally crafted by [member="Darth Vidar"] and only strengthened by the masters, knights and acolytes around them would protect them from the incoming laser fire. Those who were not lucky enough to be under that protection were lanced with bolts from another warfighter, bodies flung onto the rubble of Cinnegar’s streets, the scent of charred flesh, blood and death rising like a death shroud.
A ghost of feeling would pass, a null only to slip on by. That flicker allowed more strafing fire to pierce the Force barrier from those whom felt it slide past, only to return seconds later. Shots would strike down at Acolytes and Blackblades, thuds falling to the floor. What manner of Force nullification of the Ysalimiri would come to an end -- inertia would find a transparasteel canister not made for Ysalimiri bombs from the sky very successful. This was not a Bral to be dropped without proper shock protection. Blunt force trauma would find it roll, bounce, and then get lodged far to the right, leaving the others safe from it's nullification circle. Gas would fill the air from there. The storm went rolling ahead of them, and strong gusts of winds picked up and blew whatever gas from the fell well known Mandalorian grenades away. Nephthys knew a nice trick for this. She held her breath while the strong gust of wind took care of the rest.
It was then that the telepathic plea of her battle brother beside her went drifting through her mind. Of the God King who had long ago also shared another fiery battle with her, fighting against Mandalorians, as had one lit the skies and scenery with flame. A time when Darth Shara still stood living. That memory would quirk a twitch at the corner of her eyebrow, and mind as one, her single hand went arching up, following the line of directory of Vornskr’s attention. Once the bomb had past the radius of the Ysalamiri’s hold, it was quick work for a Sith Lord to take control of the bomb. These types were not made to be self propellant, instead they were a carrier of a flammable liquid with an incendiary that would ignite upon contact.
So in tandem with her battle brother, the Force went screaming through her mind, arching outwards towards the ether, into the heavens, as the petite childlike Darth would wrap a sphere of the Force around the bomb in itself. An offensive way for one to use protection bubble, this would require her to fully concentrate and stay absolutely still, as the armed bomb would go through it’s armed timed down to deploy the bomblets within.
That Force Shield that her brethren used to keep them all safe is what was making sure Nephthys stayed absolutely still for the utter concentration required as the next second, the napalm bomb exploded within her protective bubble in a mass of shrapnel, flame, and liquid.
Her body practically jerked as she gave a twitch, her eyes narrowing into thin crimson slits. Blood once again went dripping out of her nose, and the pain --- the pain was rather excruciating. Her bones would feel as if they were molten hot irons, her clawed fingers outstretching with the slightest of trembles.
Within that bubble of protection, the incendiary liquid would slosh and swirl, burning up all the oxygen within it’s small sphere, burning it out. Her knees began to tremble, and it was only by sheer determined will and utilizing her pain that Nephthys was able to contain it, her hand suddenly swinging the bubble off to the side, far away from the group. It was only then that she released her hold on the bubble, and whatever remaining gel remained would splatter unignited harmlessly away from the group.
Sokara would fall to her knees, gasping deep breaths, body trembling at the great use of energy required to do this, nausea rolling in vast great waves over her slender body. She dry-heaved as rose tinted saliva came coughing out.
But at the very least, she had protected them all from dancing in the flames of the Nine Hells.
