Lyli Dragi
The Lie
Lyli had recovered her weapons in the process of reaching the hangar. Howard had booby-trapped them too, making it necessary for her Ion Flames to be used again to disable said traps. She stayed out of sight as she watched other pirates make a break for the massive hangar, climbing into escape shuttles or their own transports. Lyli slipped in once she saw the last of the pirates move for the Hangar. Five minutes left.
She entered, Nightstinger Rifle in hand. Some had veen killed by pieces of falling ceiling debris. There were rumbles that grew louder and more frequent as she got behind cover. She couldn't sense him.
She used the scope of her rifle to scout the place and get a bead on threats. No turrets. Nothing. This guy was confident. Lyli actually found herself respecting him a bit more. She wasn't used to fighting such a clever opponent. No Force Powers at all, yet he was gonna fight her with everything he had.
Red bolts launched towards her from a stealthed position. Lyli yelled as one bolt grazed her arm and flung her backward into a wall, her rifle destroyed by one of the shots. She broke into a run as Howard came out of the stealth field his belt generated, spraying her direction with more bolts from his golden Z-6 Rotary Cannon, still smoking his cigar.
Lyli used the Force to enhance her speed, leaving a trail of flames as Howard unleashed his ammo in her direction.
"Four minutes, schutta! I got fouuuurrr MINUTES! AHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!" Howard cackled maniacally as he shot at the creature that was secretly Master to
Starlin Rand
.
Lyli's saber was out, deflecting what shots he could but she never dared stop moving for and instant. Howard had modified it for increased ammo, fire rate, and heatsinks. Lyli couldn't touch him while it was firing...and it wouldn't stop firing. She was forced to dive behind another large number of crates, that were rapidly being torn to pieces by his weapon.
"You think some Dark Jedi is gonna end me? FETH YOU!" Howard yelled, advancing in a walking fire tactic, somehow STILL smoking his cigar.
A spray of nickle-colored flames from the cover of the crates hit the ground to his left, and Howard yelped in surprise (yet didn't let the cigar fall out of his mouth), as the cannon was ripped from his hands toward the magnetized flames. The only reason his cybernetic arm was not drawn to those flames as well was because he had installed a magnetic-canceling micro-dynamo mechanism in his arm.
Lyli sprang from color, Lightsaber drawn, crimson blade rushing for his chest.
Lyli cursed as it impacted the arm, but the phrik shell blocked it. She brought it down in the chaotic pattern of Form 007 with her uninjured arm, but Howard blocked or parried every slash or stab expertly with that arm, countering by flicking his cigar in her face, making her flinch more out of surprise than injury and then immediately taking advantage with a kick right out of military CQB Discipline, which caught Lyli right in the stomach and flung her backward, knocking her saber free of her hand.
Lyli had no time to get it, however, as a concealed Cryonic Laser weapon snapped out of a hidden compartment in his cybernetic forearm, firing and hitting her right in the chest, eliciting an unholy, unnatural squeal from her throat as her flesh shuddered, turning gray and becoming ridden with inch long icicles on all her exposed flesh, and she barely dodged the second blast, struggling for air as he fired again.
Humiliation and indignation so intense it prevented the creature actually controlling Lyli from re-emerging coursed through her. She unleashed a stream of yellow flames from her palm that produced intense, sun-in-the-room type brightness that was almost blinding. Howard was forced to look away as she charged with a furious roar and tackled him, flesh still shuddering from the cryonic exposure.
She crashed her fists into him, the pyrokinetic power she channeled help unthaw her skin but still left it in a disgusting, sagging, half melted position on her skeleton as she channeled that power into her fists.
But Howard didn't burn. Lyli realized through her frustration and fury that Howard had a thermal shielding device in his arm. High quality too...all she had managed was a few bruises to his face.
Howard launched his head into hers, smashing her nose and caving in her face partly on the lower left side, eliciting metallic screeching from her throat, as she kicked him hard in the face in kind. He staggered up, and they both launched themselves at each other, fists, legs crashing into eachother, countering kill moves, springing deadly surprise techniques that are not officially codified, devastating each other more and more with each blow that did land.
"TWO MINUTES TO GENERATOR FAILURE. ABANDON BASE. ABANDON BASE..." The Announcement System sounded.
The pair wouldn't stop battling, even as parts of the ceiling came down around them.
Howard caught a kick from her, and brough his arm down on the ankle, snapping it. Lyli screamed in agony as she hit the ground. As his Cryo Laser snapped into place, aiming square at her head, she fired her blue ionic flames from her hand, hitting it just before he could fire, disabling the electronics in his arm and eye, making one side totally useless to him. He backed away as Lyli staggered up, hopping on one leg.
"I got a peg leg if you want it! I 'am' a pirate after all!" Howard taunted. "Arrrrggg, matey!"
Lyli prepared to conjure another blast of flames. But it was difficult because she was injured and exhausted. She failed after the first few tries.
"YOU NOW HAVE ONE MINUTE AND THIRTY SECONDS TO REACH MINIMUM SAFE DISTANCE." The Warning System stated.
"I have one final play, Pirate..." Lyli hissed in arrogance face still half melted and bunched up in places, still wriggling.
She stretched out her hand, trying to leech his psychic energy (though she thought she was trying to steal his life energy itself). Howard felt the intrusion into his spirit, and focused, resisted, a purple after-image of him stretching away from Howard's body slightly, pulling towards Lyli, grimacing like the real Howard was.
Howard strained, and to Lyli's shock (and the shock of Syd Celsius within her) Howard managed to be so incredibly strong willed, he not only pulled his energy back into himself, Lyli nearly exhausted most of her remaining energy trying to take it. Her flesh sagged completely on one side.
"60...59...58...57...56..." The announcement warned...
Howard staggered back as more of the ceiling came down...
Feth trying to kill her, now was the time to run.
(Howard's Theme Plays)
(Theme: "Extreme Ways" by Moby)
Howard ran for the only remaining shuttle, scrambling inside. He fired it up in seconds and raced out of the hangar doors in it, barely clearing a large chunk of ceiling falling.
Lyli knew she was doomed if she didn't escape in the next thirty seconds. She looked for a means of escape, frantic, too weak to turn back into Syd.
She spotted a dead pirate in armor. His head was smashed in by a bit of fallen piping. A jet pack lay on his back...and her Lightsaber was nearby...
Ly li clambered for it in desperation, ripping the harness from the corpse in agony after clipping her blade to her belt.
The misshapen, melted creature fitted it haphazardly around sagging flesh and limp muscle.
"20...19...18...007-teen...16...15..." the announcement system droned.
Lyli had passed out from the intense pain for a few seconds before she woke and spotted the jetpack controls on the arm gauntlet of the corpse, removing it with barely working fingers and clamping it painfully to her own arm. She pulled herself to a ceiling, spotted the hangar doors, and belatedly aimed herself.
Lyli began to wonder what was so attractive about this life to her when she had almost died so ignoble a death. What was the point of her life? Victory? Power? What did any of it mean when she had nearly lost it all to one person without Force Powers?
"11...10...9...8...007..."
Lyli activated the jetpack and launched herself forward at high speed...
The blast that she barely escaped went wide, and stretched high into the sky, knocking her from it. She barely managed to right herself at the last moment, and even then still crashed into the ground and blacked out.
When she came to, she had a sheet over her, and the half melted creature pulled it off. Some scavenger had come across her, and was going over her jetpack to see if it could be salvaged.
Melted hands clamped on his screaming face, as the Force Altered being drained his psychic energy, flesh shuddering as it healed and reset itself to her prior, intact appearance.
Lyli snarled and dropped the one she thought she had murdered but had actually just put into a deep sleep.
Not only had she been defeated, but now she was starting to question her whole existence...
All this power, she thought as she looked at her hands, and it still hadn't been enough.
Lyli was deeply troubled by this new view on her life as she began to look for a way off this world...
She entered, Nightstinger Rifle in hand. Some had veen killed by pieces of falling ceiling debris. There were rumbles that grew louder and more frequent as she got behind cover. She couldn't sense him.
She used the scope of her rifle to scout the place and get a bead on threats. No turrets. Nothing. This guy was confident. Lyli actually found herself respecting him a bit more. She wasn't used to fighting such a clever opponent. No Force Powers at all, yet he was gonna fight her with everything he had.
Red bolts launched towards her from a stealthed position. Lyli yelled as one bolt grazed her arm and flung her backward into a wall, her rifle destroyed by one of the shots. She broke into a run as Howard came out of the stealth field his belt generated, spraying her direction with more bolts from his golden Z-6 Rotary Cannon, still smoking his cigar.
Lyli used the Force to enhance her speed, leaving a trail of flames as Howard unleashed his ammo in her direction.
"Four minutes, schutta! I got fouuuurrr MINUTES! AHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!" Howard cackled maniacally as he shot at the creature that was secretly Master to
Starlin Rand
.Lyli's saber was out, deflecting what shots he could but she never dared stop moving for and instant. Howard had modified it for increased ammo, fire rate, and heatsinks. Lyli couldn't touch him while it was firing...and it wouldn't stop firing. She was forced to dive behind another large number of crates, that were rapidly being torn to pieces by his weapon.
"You think some Dark Jedi is gonna end me? FETH YOU!" Howard yelled, advancing in a walking fire tactic, somehow STILL smoking his cigar.
A spray of nickle-colored flames from the cover of the crates hit the ground to his left, and Howard yelped in surprise (yet didn't let the cigar fall out of his mouth), as the cannon was ripped from his hands toward the magnetized flames. The only reason his cybernetic arm was not drawn to those flames as well was because he had installed a magnetic-canceling micro-dynamo mechanism in his arm.
Lyli sprang from color, Lightsaber drawn, crimson blade rushing for his chest.
Lyli cursed as it impacted the arm, but the phrik shell blocked it. She brought it down in the chaotic pattern of Form 007 with her uninjured arm, but Howard blocked or parried every slash or stab expertly with that arm, countering by flicking his cigar in her face, making her flinch more out of surprise than injury and then immediately taking advantage with a kick right out of military CQB Discipline, which caught Lyli right in the stomach and flung her backward, knocking her saber free of her hand.
Lyli had no time to get it, however, as a concealed Cryonic Laser weapon snapped out of a hidden compartment in his cybernetic forearm, firing and hitting her right in the chest, eliciting an unholy, unnatural squeal from her throat as her flesh shuddered, turning gray and becoming ridden with inch long icicles on all her exposed flesh, and she barely dodged the second blast, struggling for air as he fired again.
Humiliation and indignation so intense it prevented the creature actually controlling Lyli from re-emerging coursed through her. She unleashed a stream of yellow flames from her palm that produced intense, sun-in-the-room type brightness that was almost blinding. Howard was forced to look away as she charged with a furious roar and tackled him, flesh still shuddering from the cryonic exposure.
She crashed her fists into him, the pyrokinetic power she channeled help unthaw her skin but still left it in a disgusting, sagging, half melted position on her skeleton as she channeled that power into her fists.
But Howard didn't burn. Lyli realized through her frustration and fury that Howard had a thermal shielding device in his arm. High quality too...all she had managed was a few bruises to his face.
Howard launched his head into hers, smashing her nose and caving in her face partly on the lower left side, eliciting metallic screeching from her throat, as she kicked him hard in the face in kind. He staggered up, and they both launched themselves at each other, fists, legs crashing into eachother, countering kill moves, springing deadly surprise techniques that are not officially codified, devastating each other more and more with each blow that did land.
"TWO MINUTES TO GENERATOR FAILURE. ABANDON BASE. ABANDON BASE..." The Announcement System sounded.
The pair wouldn't stop battling, even as parts of the ceiling came down around them.
Howard caught a kick from her, and brough his arm down on the ankle, snapping it. Lyli screamed in agony as she hit the ground. As his Cryo Laser snapped into place, aiming square at her head, she fired her blue ionic flames from her hand, hitting it just before he could fire, disabling the electronics in his arm and eye, making one side totally useless to him. He backed away as Lyli staggered up, hopping on one leg.
"I got a peg leg if you want it! I 'am' a pirate after all!" Howard taunted. "Arrrrggg, matey!"
Lyli prepared to conjure another blast of flames. But it was difficult because she was injured and exhausted. She failed after the first few tries.
"YOU NOW HAVE ONE MINUTE AND THIRTY SECONDS TO REACH MINIMUM SAFE DISTANCE." The Warning System stated.
"I have one final play, Pirate..." Lyli hissed in arrogance face still half melted and bunched up in places, still wriggling.
She stretched out her hand, trying to leech his psychic energy (though she thought she was trying to steal his life energy itself). Howard felt the intrusion into his spirit, and focused, resisted, a purple after-image of him stretching away from Howard's body slightly, pulling towards Lyli, grimacing like the real Howard was.
Howard strained, and to Lyli's shock (and the shock of Syd Celsius within her) Howard managed to be so incredibly strong willed, he not only pulled his energy back into himself, Lyli nearly exhausted most of her remaining energy trying to take it. Her flesh sagged completely on one side.
"60...59...58...57...56..." The announcement warned...
Howard staggered back as more of the ceiling came down...
Feth trying to kill her, now was the time to run.
(Howard's Theme Plays)
(Theme: "Extreme Ways" by Moby)
Howard ran for the only remaining shuttle, scrambling inside. He fired it up in seconds and raced out of the hangar doors in it, barely clearing a large chunk of ceiling falling.
Lyli knew she was doomed if she didn't escape in the next thirty seconds. She looked for a means of escape, frantic, too weak to turn back into Syd.
She spotted a dead pirate in armor. His head was smashed in by a bit of fallen piping. A jet pack lay on his back...and her Lightsaber was nearby...
Ly li clambered for it in desperation, ripping the harness from the corpse in agony after clipping her blade to her belt.
The misshapen, melted creature fitted it haphazardly around sagging flesh and limp muscle.
"20...19...18...007-teen...16...15..." the announcement system droned.
Lyli had passed out from the intense pain for a few seconds before she woke and spotted the jetpack controls on the arm gauntlet of the corpse, removing it with barely working fingers and clamping it painfully to her own arm. She pulled herself to a ceiling, spotted the hangar doors, and belatedly aimed herself.
Lyli began to wonder what was so attractive about this life to her when she had almost died so ignoble a death. What was the point of her life? Victory? Power? What did any of it mean when she had nearly lost it all to one person without Force Powers?
"11...10...9...8...007..."
Lyli activated the jetpack and launched herself forward at high speed...
The blast that she barely escaped went wide, and stretched high into the sky, knocking her from it. She barely managed to right herself at the last moment, and even then still crashed into the ground and blacked out.
When she came to, she had a sheet over her, and the half melted creature pulled it off. Some scavenger had come across her, and was going over her jetpack to see if it could be salvaged.
Melted hands clamped on his screaming face, as the Force Altered being drained his psychic energy, flesh shuddering as it healed and reset itself to her prior, intact appearance.
Lyli snarled and dropped the one she thought she had murdered but had actually just put into a deep sleep.
Not only had she been defeated, but now she was starting to question her whole existence...
All this power, she thought as she looked at her hands, and it still hadn't been enough.
Lyli was deeply troubled by this new view on her life as she began to look for a way off this world...
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