LOCATION: Heading South - Holocron Scream
Reaching into the Force, energy reserves already weakening, Zander noticed that the others seemed to be heading for the door he had seen well behind him. Zander was hit with an impasse, either to turn around and join the others, or allow the arrogance that drove him to think himself better than he was to continue driving him further South and away from the safety of numbers. But then he noticed, through his immersion into the Force, that there was indeed other power's to be sensed, and some were very powerful...and recognizable....Lucien Cordel was here. The man he had thought of a kindred soul, while in his days as Zaiden. He had been the only other that came from elegance, shown with class, and lived plushly yet humbly.
...He was also someone that could not sense him as it would likely be the end of the time he had been given in this newest of bodies.
Thus Zander spun around, facing the same direction he had been trekking, and moved with a somewhat soundly founded haste. Looking through eyes that held Miraluka genetics, with Tera Vampir alike, the darkness did little to nothing to hinder his movements, thus he continued with his previous plan of moving around obstacles, all seemingly the same as the last. Rocks, stalagmites, ancient bones that crumbled under the barest of pressures, all seemed to be around him. There in the distance was even the sound of water dripping; at least some kind of liquid. It was probably the same that helped to form the aforementioned rock faces.
But then things changed; in an explosion of blasted rocks and debris, Zander was launched onto his back, with the wind knocked free of its housing in his body. Groaning, the man looked down past bent knees to see a large number of Technobeasts rising from the ground. Placing his hands at similar points past his head and shoulders, Zander whipped his legs up then carried them quickly; in essence performing a reverse flip that placed his feet solidly beneath himself. But then the younger body, housing an olden mind, flipped to the side swiftly, bringing his legs into his chest, forming a cannonball that rolled sideways behind one of the larger branches of weary stone.
Slowing his breathing, which had began to raise at a large level, Zander began to sift through possible plans of action. The number was far to large - likely a half-dozen - to simply move past with no issue, plus he had to reserve his energy if he wished to have a quick escape. That also cut out all plans of attack that involved the Force - even the loudest which said to use the stalactites overhead in a swift Force Jump to cut them down, hopefully silencing the recently emerged bodies.
So the only thing left to be even slightly intelligent, was simply battling his way out... While he had the full scale knowledge of being in even more massive battles, as a Master, including accurate memories of how to use Ataru and Juyo to at least a Knight's capabilities, he found that he simply did not wish to test it in such a way. He had recently pit himself against a total of 6 droids simultaneously, but they had a kill switch and he had known they were programmed not to kill...
...Exhaling the breath he had yet to realize he was holding, Zander straightened his shoulders, tightened his grip around his Amphistaff - Really gotta name this thing.. - in a rhythmic fashion that signaled to shift from its Staff to Whip form. Then he reached to his hip, gripped his gift from Ashin Varanin, the saber that had long been her own. Staring at it, Zander let the strength it had brought so long ago, continue its effect and bolster his courage...
Then he swung from the stone, slicing a bladed arm free of its body with the saber, while at that same moment a crack loosed the air, wrapping around a separate of the evil droids' necks where it sliced clean through before being yanked back to sail through the air once more. As the tip of the whip brought itself back over the base, it straightened into its rigid sword form - as trained by certain squeezes of the hand
Swinging his saber once more, in a swift Z fashion, the plasma blade swept clean through the middle of the body from shoulder to pelvis then down from hip to the opposite knee. The body fell to pieces, but not before Zander stabbed the Amphistaff through the head. Hurling the leg through the air, while intending to sweep the saber once more, he sent the head off the staff like it was a projectile. The head sailed through the air, straight at the sensors on a nother, which Zander happened to carry his saber through vertically.
With less theatrical performance, more a rage and fury, Zander dispatched 2 more - with a difficulty he would likely never admit to. Then his fear shifted to a gut wrenching ice pick; a long swelling line of red showing against his right arm...he had been cut...
Going into hysterics, Zander hacked and slashed with a fevered unhealthily lack of planning. Through sheer luck, Zander managed to finish the last of the droids. Collapsing to the ground, he pondered what it would be like to be infected/turned into a Technobeast himself...
Then with a suredness he had never thought in himself, Zander whipped his saber through the air and into his own flesh! Sizzling, sickening stenches, and pain assaulted his mind all at once. Quickly he bit down on the bile that rose in his throat! Groaning, he pushed, sawed, and hacked at the arm - just barely below the elbow - until the arm simply fell to the ground. Laying on the ground next to it, Zander stared, vomited to the side then blacked out for a moment.
He was not prepared to take this trip by himself.
