The Parliament
Wearing: The Morpheus Chitin
Armed with: Antique Imperial Lightsaber
Momentary Discomfort
Crime Hunter's Pistol
Objective: Bring punishment to the cannibals / Make new friends.
The Hypergate was badly destabilized now. Laertia's previous efforts to disrupt or damage the hypergate via freezing were slowly bearing fruit near the top of the gate where she lay.
Unfortunately all the cannibals she had pissed off were not taking the hint. They had clambered to the top, where Laertia required absolute concentration to focus the power of the Lightsaber Crystal that gave her saber spear an icy sting, using it to freeze the internals of the hypergate itself. The energy discharges of the active gate made the ground tremble and any who were struck by the discharges died, burst open or turned to ash or both. They were nearly upon her when the internals of the gate froze completely. The resultant energy burst cracked part of the hypergate itself as the portal died, throwing both her and the others off of it. The insanely powerful saber crystal was teleported to her hand as she fell, knowing she could not afford to lose it.
She let herself hit the ground with the other cultists, a lifetime of surviving on the street making her get up as the mass of angry cannibals, enraged at the fatal disruption of their ritual, swarmed her.
The indigo blade of her Lightsaber switched on and Laertia swung the heavy, powerful blade into a chest, then a face. The last things her victim's saw was either the energy of her blade or the somber, silvery visage of her helm.
Now they were panicking. With the gate frozen, that meant no amount of sacrifice, on either their part or others, would mean anything.
Ferocity and fear now fueled their attacks rather than fanaticism. It meant nothing to Laertia, intent on punishing these evil people for their hideous acts. She went full hack 'n' slash, her blade buring through flesh and normally saber resistant armors without pause or effort, her armor taking hits, but nothing she could not ignore as she cut into these despicable heretics...
Meanwhile...
Melissa made good time with
Beltran Rarr
via a speeder she had acquired. The blonde Android looked anxious as she sped to the village piloting, eager to reach her sister. She looked relieved to spot Laertia in the distance, a trail of dead left in her wake as she rampaged through their ranks with pure ferocious saber skill, picking some up and smashing their heads violently into buildings, making them burst on impact.
The Biot got out of the speeder, walking calmly to the melee.
"You think this is bad? You should have seen her reaction to how Season Eight ended!" Melissa joked, knowing he could guess which holonet show she was talking about. "C'mon, still plenty left for us to dish out a headache or two ourselves!"
One cannibal went flying through the air violently chucked by Laertia onto spiky debris, impaling him.
Melissa beheaded a cultist of her own when he noticed her.
"Sister!" Melissa called out sweetly.
"Hi Melissa!" Laertia called out, crushing a cultist's skull, flinging his corpse into five others and gaining 120 XP for her trouble. "Whooz dhat wyth yooz?"
"Oh, this is Beltran! We met at the spaceport!" Melissa called back, fending off the saber dueling attempts of four different opponents who tried to engage before the dizzying blur of her blade and deadly combat protocols allowed her to shear through them like paper.
"Hi Beltran!" Laertia called out, pulling out her double barreled laser pistol and freezing the head of a cultist that tried to rush him. "I'mm Laertia! Nyce tuh meetz yooz!"
Four dog piled her only for her to channel her inner hulk, and flung them off violently, using one screaming cultist as a club against his fellow cultists, his screams continuing as he was continually bashed against them until he was a bloody pulp himself, her saber then being used to slice through a dozen more.
"So wut bryngz yooz too Seline?" Laertia called out after decapitating another cultist while Melissa charged into another small group to duel, leaving Beltran free to engage the rest (which were a lot) at his own discretion.
Armed with: Antique Imperial Lightsaber
Momentary Discomfort
Crime Hunter's Pistol
Objective: Bring punishment to the cannibals / Make new friends.
The Hypergate was badly destabilized now. Laertia's previous efforts to disrupt or damage the hypergate via freezing were slowly bearing fruit near the top of the gate where she lay.
Unfortunately all the cannibals she had pissed off were not taking the hint. They had clambered to the top, where Laertia required absolute concentration to focus the power of the Lightsaber Crystal that gave her saber spear an icy sting, using it to freeze the internals of the hypergate itself. The energy discharges of the active gate made the ground tremble and any who were struck by the discharges died, burst open or turned to ash or both. They were nearly upon her when the internals of the gate froze completely. The resultant energy burst cracked part of the hypergate itself as the portal died, throwing both her and the others off of it. The insanely powerful saber crystal was teleported to her hand as she fell, knowing she could not afford to lose it.
She let herself hit the ground with the other cultists, a lifetime of surviving on the street making her get up as the mass of angry cannibals, enraged at the fatal disruption of their ritual, swarmed her.
The indigo blade of her Lightsaber switched on and Laertia swung the heavy, powerful blade into a chest, then a face. The last things her victim's saw was either the energy of her blade or the somber, silvery visage of her helm.
Now they were panicking. With the gate frozen, that meant no amount of sacrifice, on either their part or others, would mean anything.
Ferocity and fear now fueled their attacks rather than fanaticism. It meant nothing to Laertia, intent on punishing these evil people for their hideous acts. She went full hack 'n' slash, her blade buring through flesh and normally saber resistant armors without pause or effort, her armor taking hits, but nothing she could not ignore as she cut into these despicable heretics...
Meanwhile...
Melissa made good time with
Beltran Rarr
via a speeder she had acquired. The blonde Android looked anxious as she sped to the village piloting, eager to reach her sister. She looked relieved to spot Laertia in the distance, a trail of dead left in her wake as she rampaged through their ranks with pure ferocious saber skill, picking some up and smashing their heads violently into buildings, making them burst on impact.The Biot got out of the speeder, walking calmly to the melee.
"You think this is bad? You should have seen her reaction to how Season Eight ended!" Melissa joked, knowing he could guess which holonet show she was talking about. "C'mon, still plenty left for us to dish out a headache or two ourselves!"
One cannibal went flying through the air violently chucked by Laertia onto spiky debris, impaling him.
Melissa beheaded a cultist of her own when he noticed her.
"Sister!" Melissa called out sweetly.
"Hi Melissa!" Laertia called out, crushing a cultist's skull, flinging his corpse into five others and gaining 120 XP for her trouble. "Whooz dhat wyth yooz?"
"Oh, this is Beltran! We met at the spaceport!" Melissa called back, fending off the saber dueling attempts of four different opponents who tried to engage before the dizzying blur of her blade and deadly combat protocols allowed her to shear through them like paper.
"Hi Beltran!" Laertia called out, pulling out her double barreled laser pistol and freezing the head of a cultist that tried to rush him. "I'mm Laertia! Nyce tuh meetz yooz!"
Four dog piled her only for her to channel her inner hulk, and flung them off violently, using one screaming cultist as a club against his fellow cultists, his screams continuing as he was continually bashed against them until he was a bloody pulp himself, her saber then being used to slice through a dozen more.
"So wut bryngz yooz too Seline?" Laertia called out after decapitating another cultist while Melissa charged into another small group to duel, leaving Beltran free to engage the rest (which were a lot) at his own discretion.
