Private Ultraviolence

[Drystan Creed]

CORUSCANT

Drystan nodded and fell in step behind Valery. Taking out any patrols would have been easy—but easy didn't mean quick. Any delay could cost them precious time.

He let the seasoned Grandmaster take the lead, following her into the maintenance shaft. Moving swiftly, he could sense the faint presences of multiple patrols nearby, but the two of them remained unseen as they navigated the narrow passage.

"Damn. I was hoping we'd have more time to investigate. I got sloppy." Drystan murmured. "We don't even know what our target looks like."

His gaze shifted to Valery. "Can you hone in on that chamber? Want to see what we're up against."

His own Force sensing capabilities wasn't as sharp as he would have liked. For this, he'd have to rely on her.

THE MAIN LAB

Surrounded by a cadre of armed guards, Klaprith Bansen paced anxiously. Before him, an array of equipment cluttered the space—tubes, chemical containers, vials—all filled with a glowing green liquid. His fingers fidgeted against the comm piece in his ear, a sheen of nervous sweat visible on his pale, angular face. It matted his purple hair, dripping down onto the lab coat he wore.

The guards flanking him were different. Though their armor matched the others, they carried no weapons. Instead, an array of tubes ran along their backs, piercing into their spines and beneath their ribs. Inside, the same glowing green liquid pulsed idly, waiting.

"Everything's fine," he said, forcing a casual tone. "Just some... junkies who wandered into maintenance. My men got spooked, that's all. No need to worry, okay?"

Silence.

Then, a voice crackled through the comm—low, rasping, and ice-cold.

"Fine. I expect the issue resolved by the time I call back. Don't disappoint me… or I will fly down there or I will personally introduce you to your predecessor."

The words sent a shiver down Klaprith's spine. He swallowed hard, the weight of the threat pressing into his chest like a vice.

Valery Noble

 

[Valery Noble]

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Outfit: Jedi Jumpsuit | Wedding Ring
Weapons: Blasters | Lightsabers

Valery moved swiftly through the maintenance shaft, her senses stretching ahead as she reached out through the Force. The tension in the air was palpable — not just from the guards patrolling the facility, but from something deeper. Fear. Anxiety. It clung to the air like a storm ready to break.

She exhaled softly, her fiery eyes narrowing as she focused. "There are at least a dozen ahead," she murmured to Drystan, her voice barely above a whisper. "But something's off. I can feel their nerves, their hesitation. They're not just following orders — they're afraid."

She didn't need to guess why. The faint echo of an authoritative voice still rang through the facility, cold and sharp enough to make even hardened men tremble. Their boss — whoever they were — had control over them through fear alone. That kind of command was dangerous, unpredictable. It meant they might act recklessly just to avoid failure.

"Whoever's pulling the strings here... they've got these people terrified," she added, her gaze flicking toward Drystan. "That makes them dangerous. Cornered animals bite the hardest."

Her hand hovered over her lightsaber, but she didn't ignite it yet. Stealth was still their best option for now. They could handle the guards, but they needed to get to the core before reinforcements swarmed them.

"We need to move fast," Valery decided, her tone firm. "The longer we stay, the more trouble we invite. Stick close, and be ready for anything."

With that, she pushed forward, her movements fluid and deliberate, leading them deeper into the facility where their real challenge awaited.

Drystan Creed ​

 

[Drystan Creed]

CORUSCANT

"Afraid?" Drystan echoed as they moved, considering Valery's assessment. A smirk tugged at his lips. "So we have ourselves a squealer. Good. I can make him talk."

Interrogation was his forte—he didn't need the Force to extract answers.

That raised the question—what exactly was the supplier afraid of? Given the reported effects of his creations, that couldn't be a good sign. A man with that kind of talent wouldn't scare easily.

The limited number of possibilities only made Drystan more uneasy.

His eyes flicked over the plans Valery had obtained, noting their proximity to the entrance of the heavily guarded lab chamber. Security outside was dense, a wall of blasters trained on the hallway ahead. Fortunately, they were in the maintenance shaft, positioned perfectly to drop down from above—just meters away from their ideal breach point.

"We're close," Drystan murmured. "A few meters forward, and we'll land right in front of the doors—likely right on top of any security forces gathered outside."

He unlatched his saber, drawing it alongside his blaster.

"I think we can take them. The faster, the better. This time, I'll make sure they don't get a chance to do anything we wouldn't want."

As expected, the security forces below had started installing barricades, setting up forward cover—useless, given where he and Valery planned to make their entrance.

Valery Noble

 

[Valery Noble]

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Outfit: Jedi Jumpsuit | Wedding Ring
Weapons: Blasters | Lightsabers

Valery shifted slightly in the tight quarters of the maintenance shaft, her fiery gaze flicking toward Drystan as he spoke. The way his smirk formed, the quiet edge in his voice when he mentioned making their target talk — it didn't go unnoticed. She didn't comment on it, not yet, but there was something about their proximity in the confined space that sharpened her awareness of him. The way their shoulders nearly brushed as they maneuvered, the steady sound of his breathing right beside hers, the faint hum of energy before the fight even began.

She focused ahead, shifting her weight carefully as they neared the hatch.

They were dropping right into the thick of it.

Her fingers hovered over the release, her pulse steady despite the building tension. Below them, the guards were setting up cover, reinforcing their position. Good. They thought an attack would come from the hall, not from above.

"Let's do this," she murmured to Drystan, glancing at him from the corner of her eye. Then, without hesitation, she wrenched the hatch open and dropped.

The moment her boots hit the ground, her violet saber ignited with a sharp snap-hiss, its glow casting eerie light across the startled guards. Before any of them could fully register what had happened, she was already moving.

A sweep of her blade severed the barrel of a rifle before its owner could even pull the trigger. She pivoted sharply, using the momentum to drive a force-assisted kick into the chest of another, sending him sprawling into a set of barricades. The startled shouts of the remaining guards filled the air as they scrambled to react, but Valery was already weaving between them, a blur of motion and precision.

Blaster fire erupted around her, but she was a step ahead, her saber deflecting bolts with perfect efficiency. She twisted low, sweeping an enemy's legs out from under him before bringing her saber up to deflect another shot — redirecting it straight into the chest of the man who fired it.

She felt Drystan drop beside her, his presence sharp and calculated, moving in tandem with her assault. The two of them were relentless, pressing forward before the enemy could regain their footing.

Drystan Creed ​

 

[Drystan Creed]

CORUSCANT

Drystan followed suit, dropping down from the maintenance shaft and into the fray below. His boots slammed onto the helmeted face of one of the guards, shattering the visor and bending the metal with the force of his landing.

In the same breath, his saber flashed to life, its blue glow streaking through the air as he cut down another. With Valery at his side, the opposition crumbled. The guards were trained—but not for this. They were used to handling junkies, angry customers, low-level gangsters—maybe even the occasional bounty hunter.

Against two Jedi, they never stood a chance.

As the last enemy fell, Drystan turned his attention to the door ahead—a thick, reinforced slab of metal. Cutting through it with their sabers would take time. Off to the side, a console blinked, vying for his attention.

"Looks like it's biometric access. Handprint." He glanced down at the bodies littering the floor. "Grab me one of those arms on the flo—"

Boom.

Before he could finish, the doors exploded open with a thunderous crack, sending one half flying straight at him, the other hurtling toward Valery.

Drystan sprang into the air, twisting over the massive slab as it tore past beneath him, shattering against the wall. He landed, gaze snapping forward.

Hulking masses, nearly the size of adolescent rancors, lumbered forward. Their armor bore similarities to the fallen guards, but their grotesque forms were anything but natural. Skin stretched and tore in places, barely holding together their unnaturally enlarged muscle and bone. Large tubes pierced their spines, pumping glowing green liquid into their bodies.

Then, there were the gauntlets—thick, heavy, and lined with crackling arcs of purple electricity.Phrik. Electrostaff technology—but built into their arms.

"Beautiful, are they not?"

A voice rang out.

Behind the squad of monstrous enforcers stood Klaprith. Smug. Arrogant. Proud.

"The latest product in my line of combat stims," he mused, arms outstretched as if unveiling a masterpiece. "Still in testing, mind you—but the results?"

He grinned.

"Well… they speak for themselves."

Valery Noble

 

[Valery Noble]

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Outfit: Jedi Jumpsuit | Wedding Ring
Weapons: Blasters | Lightsabers

The explosion ripped through the air, deafening and immediate. The reinforced door blasted off its hinges, careening straight toward Valery like a durasteel battering ram. But she didn't flinch.

In the fraction of a second before impact, her form flickered — shifted — as she called on the Force. Her body became incorporeal, a ghostly blur as the massive slab of metal passed through her. A heartbeat later, she solidified again, her boots settling against the scorched floor just as the door slammed into the wall behind her with an earth-shaking crash.

Her fiery gaze lifted.

The monsters stood before them.

Valery's violet saber ignited with a sharp, menacing snap-hiss, its glow casting eerie light across the abominations. Their hulking frames were grotesque — stitched together with unnatural muscle, their bodies riddled with tubes pumping that sickly green liquid. The crackling electricity dancing along their gauntlets confirmed what she already suspected: these things were built to kill Jedi.

Her grip on her saber tightened. And then, that voice. Her gaze snapped to Klaprith, standing behind his creations with a smugness that made her stomach twist. Valery exhaled slowly, rolling her shoulders as she took a step forward, her saber humming with deadly promise.

She glanced at Drystan, her smirk sharp, fiery.

"Guess we're about to see if the results hold up." Then, without hesitation — she lunged.

Drystan Creed ​

 

[Drystan Creed]

CORUSCANT

The brutish enforcers charged, splitting into even groups. One beelined for Valery, electrified forearms raised high before smashing down. Whether the strike landed or not, the impact sent rubble flying, shattering the floor beneath. The others clambered after her, bumping and jostling in their reckless attempts to pulverize the Grandmaster into dust.

Drystan sidestepped a wild swipe, eyes scanning. Strong. Fast. No finesse. They made up for their lack of skill with sheer brute force. No point in mimicking them. Instead, he countered—his azure blade flashing through the air in a flurry of precise strikes.

A gauntlet intercepted him, its electrified plating sending jolts skittering along his saber as it blocked his assault.

Another brute retaliated, hammering its forearms down toward him. Drystan met it head-on, his lightsaber locking against the crushing force. His stance widened, boots grinding into the cracked floor as the sheer impact sent fractures racing outward.

"These guys are no joke. Especially in groups."

Across the battlefield, Klaprith grinned. Watching his creations tangle with Jedi was proving entertaining. Maybe, just maybe, this little demonstration would land him a full-time contract with his benefactor.

He tapped a sleek button on his glasses. A soft beep.

The feed went live.

"As you can see, gentlemen," Klaprith mused, his grin widening, "I may have mistaken these Jedi for junkies, but my next-in-line combat serum? More than capable of matching anything they can throw at it."

He leaned back, smug satisfaction dripping from his tone.

"With a whole squadron under its effects, you'd be hard-pressed to find better warriors."

Valery Noble

 

[Valery Noble]

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Outfit: Jedi Jumpsuit | Wedding Ring
Weapons: Blasters | Lightsabers

Valery moved like lightning.

The first brute's electrified gauntlet came crashing down, but she was already gone — twisting to the side, her body a blur of motion as the sheer force of the impact shattered the floor beneath where she had stood. Debris flew, dust choked the air, but she didn't slow.

She was in the fray now.

Blazing violet light cut through the darkness, her saber weaving between the massive enforcers with ruthless precision. They were strong, fast, but unrefined — relying on sheer force to overpower their enemies. Valery, however, was a different breed. Where they swung wide, she slipped under. Where they charged, she sidestepped with an effortless pivot. Speed, precision, and lethality. That was her edge.

A brute lunged. She ducked beneath a sweeping arm, pivoted around their flank, and drove her saber into the back of their knee. Sparks flew, flesh and cybernetics splitting in an instant before she twisted the blade free, leaving the monstrous enforcer to stumble. Another came for her — she spun low, dragging her blade in a searing arc across an exposed joint, severing a mechanical tendon with brutal efficiency.

But then — that voice.

"As you can see, gentlemen..."

Valery's head turned slightly, fiery eyes locking onto Klaprith as he smugly narrated his little demonstration, his glasses flickering with a live feed. Broadcasting.

Valery smirked.

With a casual flick of her wrist, she raised her hand — and the Force obeyed. A sudden, crushing wave of invisible power erupted from her palm. The air itself seemed to bend under the sheer pressure as several of the hulking brutes were ripped from their footing and sent flying. Their massive frames crashed into walls, crumpled into each other, or just ragdolled through the air like broken dolls before landing in a heap of failure.

The dust settled.

And Valery stood there, lips quirking in amusement, eyes sharp with challenge as she leveled her gaze at Klaprith.

"You were saying?"

Drystan Creed ​

 

[Drystan Creed]

CORUSCANT

While not as dazzling as Valery's display, Drystan held his own against the brutes assigned to him. Their movements were an open book—simple, predictable, relying on brute strength to compensate. But those gauntlets were a problem. They blocked his blade and delivered nasty electric shocks on already staggering impact.

Still, they were impressive—reverse-engineered tech at its finest. He made a mental note to examine one once this was over.

Drystan leapt over a wide swing, twisting midair as he slashed at the green tubes on one brute's back. The liquid burst free, spilling in heavy streams onto the floor. Another brute came at him, but he adjusted, slipping past the gauntlet and slicing into the vulnerable flesh of its arm. Without missing a beat, he grabbed the severed limb and hurled it into the jaw of another attacker.

Even as he fought, his gaze flickered to Valery. Her bladework was refined—masterful. He caught a particular flurry of strikes, memorizing it in an instant.

Then, he executed it himself.

A perfect mirror of the Grandmaster's technique, cut for cut, but against his own opponent.

"Thanks for that!" he shouted over to Valery mid-brawl.

Klaprith, watching from the sidelines, wiped sweat from his pink-haired brow. His fingers flew over a remote, pressing a sequence of buttons.

"Alright… up the dose… need more… and there we are. I'll show you Jedi nitwits the power of science!" He grinned, manic energy filling his voice. "Behold! The full capacity of my greatest creation: Ultra-Mega Violence! …Name not final."

A beeping echoed through the metallic halls.

The remaining brutes screamed as green liquid pumped into their bodies, their frames expanding, muscle swelling beyond their limits. Their skin tore, splitting open to accommodate their grotesque new forms. Adjustable armor stretched and groaned under the rapid transformation.

But one brute kept growing.

And growing.

Muscle gave way to mass—bulging, distorting, turning into something far less defined.

Then came the scream.

And then—

Splat!

A sickening explosion of blood, flesh, and chemicals drenched the immediate area. The stench of raw carnage and burning compounds filled the air.

The experiment had reached its limit.

Valery Noble