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[Kei Amadis]

Objective 1
Location: Converted Warehouse floor
Allies: Acaadi | Kyra Perl | Ura Iolar | Amani Serys
NPCs: Five Wildcards, Engineering Detachment. - All free to use in your posts.

Well he’d done it again, he’d gone off alone while preaching about staying together, from past losses he should know better. The sounds below were too much for any one man or Jedi, certainly in these cramped spaces. A younger Kei might have continued on anyway. Now a family man who had kids of his own, he had lost too many friends. Hearing the worried voices in his mind, the Jedi Master was back through that door so fast the padawans might not even see it.

CRUNCH

They’d sure hear it though, as the boxes he’d been stacking were now all over the floor.

“Down now. We are leaving. No arguments.” His voice was firm but calm. He didn't ask, didn’t request this time. He’d carry them out if need be. “Undead are coming,” looking to Amani Serys . He didn’t know if these were infected like last time he’d fought them, he didn’t know that they were stormtroopers, only that they were undead and coming. Amadis expected a flesh-eating horde, evoking memories that he’d rather forget. Hence the urgency.

Protectiveness at his core. “I need you. All of you.” He looked between them. “Stay together. If we have to separate I will do so, you must keep going to the exit together, no matter what.” There it was again, play the hero but don’t play the hero. Old habits and contradictions. He could only teach them to be more than he was.

Nodding to the wildcards in the room, they continued off down the corridor toward the exit to see that it was clear, those soldiers had lived many lifetimes in many battles, several were grandparents by now. These younger jedi had only just started life and he was damned if it would end at the hands of the undead.

“Remember your training, and yourselves.” Extending a hand up to help any that needed it down. Again he looked between each, each were different and knowing themselves would be needed before the day was done. The Jedi Master stood by the exit to the corridor. Hoping that motivation was enough, they didn’t know him from Joe Public. The Rangers and Order could come back with a hundred men, or just level this place from orbit. A small group of padawans and a master in these cramped hallways against zombies, their best bet was survival and a hasty exit to save lives.

That was if they could get out so easily... it was never easy.

 

[Amani Serys]

Objective 1
Acaadi Kei Amadis Kyra Perl Ura Iolar

Amani leaps down, using the Force to buffer her landing. The words she heard left her totally bewildered.

"Sorry, undead? Did I hear that right? Undead as in, shambling corpses that eat peoples' brains?"

Amani was not even aware that such a thing was real. She even thought for just a moment that maybe they were playing some kind of elaborate prank on her, but the feelings of the others in the room she sensed to be true.

Amani calls to her newly constructed lightsaber, summoning it to her grip. The hilt is a sleek silvery metal, simple in design but elegant in craft, and it would be the first time Amani has used it in actual danger. Calling back to her training, Amani positions the hilt perpendicular to her head, left hand extended outward with the palm facing forward, channeling the Force: a Form III opening stance. With a flash and a hiss, the blade of emerald plasma ignites, illuminating a dark corner of the room in a dim green light.

Amani fell silent. She needed to concentrate. Never in a million years would she have guessed this would happen.

 

[Ugohr Poof]

Objective 2
Interacting with: Vertigo

The stewing pot contained pho as was usually served and ordered at normal Pizza Hutt locations; however, the sheer number of refugees made it so that determining what the hungry souls really needed, Nikto or otherwise, took longer, long enough for the Houks to have delivered one round of meals to the sickbay. Some of these poor refugees haven't eaten for days, traveling away from Kintan packed like womp rats, they were grateful for those Houks delivering food to them once they make landfall. Just that these Houks already ate their meal, the Gungan had yet to eat his. Meanwhile another cook started preparing fried fish, hopefully there will be enough of it left for Ugohr to eat some once the time has come for him to eat. By now the cooks were overwhelmed by the sheer nunber of meals they needed to prepare, so the grim reality set in for them that they just couldn't feed everyone with the ingredient reserves. The Gungan just needed to place an ingredient order, in hopes that the order will arrive; with that said, they were ready to work extra hours to get the job done. Especially now that these Houks just returned from the sickbay, and got their trays promptly refilled.

"Now, wesa have a better idea of which meals to distribute disen meals to whosa, basen on theirsa medical and nutritional needs"

 

[Acaadi]

"It's alright Kyra," Acaadi called. "I'm sure it's nothing to worry too much about. Let's just get out of the area."

Acaadi said this with all the confidence of someone who had no factual basis for it. Whilst he managed an encouraging smile he had never been a very good liar. It didn't come naturally to him. The Force was also telling him that there very much was something to worry about coming.

"Let's just..."

And then Kei returned.

Acaadi opened his mouth but Amani seemed to snatch the words from him. They must have misheard.

"This is a test, right? Someone has a sith artefact to confuse us and..."

Even as he spoke he was moving for the door to the warehouse. Something shambled into the entrance. It wore the white uniform of an imperial stormtroopers of old. Yet the helmet was cracked revealing milky white eyes and pallid skin.

"Kark."

A red blaster bolt lanced overhead, shearing through their net and setting it on fire.

"As accurate as any trooper then!" Acaadi shouted with false bravado. With an overhand swing he flung his off-hand saber. The blade was shorter than the other saber. It skewered the trooper in the chest.

That didn't seem to phase the thing, which was immediately joined by a crowd of its comrades.

 

[Ura Iolar]

Ura leapt down, seeming to be smashed into a pile of sand before reforming into her humanoid form. “G-guys? What’s going on?” It was then that Master Amadis came back, and said it was.... the.... She looked as Amani spoke, only getting confused.

“Wait wait wait. What do ya...? Lervon don’t really have an equivalent to what you’re suggesting. Undead?” Ura looked at Acaadi, then Kyra. She could tell her pink skinned friend was worried, and tried to at least look reassuring, but her emotions leaked through. She was just as worried, especially when the Jedi Master said they needed to stick together. Acaadi then said it had to be train, and that made sense until Ura had to quickly duck, pulling Krya down with her to get her head down.

“St-st-stormtroopers!” There wasn’t really any fear in the Lervon’s voice, but there was no way no one noticed it through the Force. It may have seemed crazy to be that fearful of something, but there were Lervon that remembered the Empire. Ura wasn’t one of them, but stories from those there had their impact. She ignited her saber and slashed at one of them only to learn what Acaadi had.

“No no no!”

Kyra Perl Acaadi Kei Amadis Amani Serys

 

[Kei Amadis]

Objective 1
Location: Converted Warehouse floor
Allies: Acaadi | Kyra Perl | Ura Iolar | Amani Serys
NPCs: Five Wildcards, Engineering Detachment. - All free to use in your posts.

The Day of the Dead. Hold on to the ones you know
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Amani Serys got her answer early. There goes the easier way out… At least they are not flesh-eating ghouls. Small victories. He left that thought from to the padawans. Fact was he’d seen rookie stormtroopers and well-drilled veterans but he’d never seen dead ones standing up. They didn’t look any prettier.

Propelled forward with powerful Djem So strides, his blue saber beam hammered back shot after shot at the undead bucketheads, there was more power than finesse in Amadis but the technique fit the Epicanthix like a glove, both hands used and full-bodied momentum carried through into each shot. Amadis positioned to firmly hold his ground between the largest concentration of enemy and the padawans, armored feet digging into the duracrete below him to hold fast, the guardian resisting the urge to follow through further, so not to leave them isolated.

@All

“Back to back. Cover each other. Don’t get isolated.” Taking a read of the situation as best he could, if it was a choice between a corridor or an obstacle course, better a corridor without a crossfire from a hundred different angles. "Work your way to the other door." Hoping for better luck in that direction.

Acaadi

The stubbled Jedi grinned as Acaadi joked but didn’t break concentration on what was going on. “Enough of anything is dangerous.” He’d seen massed sith militias fall on unsuspecting men with rocks and sticks, that was some of the worst fighting he’d ever seen in trenches.

Ura Iolar - Force Stasis

Hearing and sensing the fear in Ura Iolar . A strange sensation surrounded her. The nervous systems of the three undead nearest Ura entered a form of stasis, lifting off the floor as their bodies twitched and eventually locked up. “You are not alone.” The Master said firmly with some concentration in the effort. “Take courage from that.” Taking a blaster shot to his own armor which ricocheted off, his concentration broke and the three undead were dropped in a pile at her feet unconscious, giving the padawan time to collect and ready herself.

 

[Vertigo]

Objective 2: Pizza Delivery Houk Style.
Location: Food Prep Area.
Tags: Ugohr Poof
NPC’s: 2 Houk Fire Team Members.

“Nutritional Needs?” One of the Houks rumbled happily, patting his ample belly. Vertigo didn’t dignify the other Houk's comment with a response. Crux his firesign was, the even bigger Houk mulling around was nicknamed Lumber had taken stacking trays on himself to the next level, looking like a work of walking art. The refugees he was feeding certainly appreciated the delivery efforts even comical as it was. There were a lot of hungry people out there.

Time Past. At least they weren’t getting paid for their speed.

Moving back and forth to the refugees took up the better part of a few hours. Houks weren’t exactly fast but they did carry a lot at once so it made up for it. Every so often Vertigo would return to the stewing pho and get a good whiff of the coming meal.

A low voice might remark, “erm. Can I get a taste?” Almost as often asked was, “ready yet?” Sometimes a large hovering Houk not named vertigo would lean over. Strangely they all seemed to like pho, or just things stewing in a kitchen, who knew.

A couple of refugees had turned up with Vertigo this final time, offering to help Ugohr with his duties here. In fact, if Ughor looked out the doorway, he’d see an entire queue of refugees had formed and Vertigo just shrugged heavily if the Gungan looked at him for an answer. They ALL wanted to help.

 

[Amani Serys]

Objective 1
Acaadi Kei Amadis Kyra Perl Ura Iolar

A multitude of blaster bolts rained out from the emerging troopers, firing indiscriminately at anything living. Already on the defensive, Amani blocked two, deflecting a third back at one of the troopers, knocking it down. She smiled at the feat, wiping it away just as quickly after seeing the body rise back up to continue the assault. Even in the tension of the moment, she couldn't help but be distracted by their appearance.

"Are these guys... Imperial stormtroopers? Like, all the way back from the rebellion? Why are they just showing up now, and how?"

Pushing a group back with the Force, Amani moved to the direction of her comrades, hoping to group together as Kei had said. Regaining her defensive stance, Amani's confusion only amplified the more she though about the situation at hand, and as the increasing number of undead continue to flood in, her concern became more noticeable.

"And just how many of these guys are there?"

 

[Acaadi]

Amani Serys Kyra Perl Ura Iolar Kei Amadis

Acaadi had fought several times before against the darkness. Almost every time he had been with other padawans, with no advice from more experienced jedi. This time Amadis was the glue to hold them together.

More Troopers piled in. Many had blaster that didn't work after being kept in storage for nearly a thousand years. That was small respite, they still rushed the group.

Acaadi stayed close enough to support the others, but left enough room to work his two blades, one long and one short.

Stepping forwards he swung low and hard, severing a trooper's legs clean off. He had never wrought so much damage on a living being with his blades before.

That the trooper kept dragging itself forwards was a reminder that it wasn't alive. He plunged his saber through its heart and spine, which seemed to finally stop its advance.

 

[Silver Rose]

.

 

[Kyra Perl]

Kyra paled.

"Z-Z-Zoinks," she squeaked, her saber hissing open. "How the fluff- they-" Words fell from her, the padawan driven into a fight she didn't want to take up. But that was not how this being a jedi thing worked, was it? You gotta fight. How else will you protect? After Kitan, she wasn't sure she liked that.

Her training kicked in, making up for where her senses could not. Her blade hissed and slashed, bringing down the rotting forms with the simple footwork she had practiced so hard on. It was almost satisfying to see the effort pay off somewhere.Almost, but not quite.

"Uuuuh, they aren't dying!" She squeaked out, leaning forward to slash almost childishly at the crawl storm trooper. Like a child stomping at a spider.

Alright, so she still had work to do.

"Maaaaster!" Answerless, it just led to fear.

 

[Ura Iolar]

Ura looked, still fearful, as the troops seemed to freeze up and the Master with them spoke up. He was right. She had friends here. She wasn't alone. Plus, her being this fearful would end up affecting Kyra. Ura had to try and stay brave. Then another zombie trooper reached of her and she yelled and slashed its hand off. Ok. Being courageous was harder than she though when she was literally staring her species' bogyman in the face! The Lervon stepped back, then heard Kyra and quickly ran over to her. She was still scared to death, but she had to help. Anyone could probably notice her sand never seemed to stop shifting though.

"I'm going to be honest, I'm pretty sure I've had this nightmare as a kid."

Kyra Perl Acaadi Kei Amadis Amani Serys

 

[Kei Amadis]

Allies: Acaadi | Kyra Perl | Ura Iolar | Amani Serys

@All

“Never is how you expect or want it to be.” Holding fast and firm, he was peaceful. Holding what came in mind and acting on it. Amadis had a calmness radiating off him that went past simply connection to many conflicts. You only needed one connection, what you were at the core to the force. His blade moved with that peaceful, determined flow, eyes closed deflecting the blaster bolts through the force alone.

“Choice of fear, or the choice of peace. Always. Breathe.” Amadis said calmly and confidently to them all. He wanted to show them that fear wasn’t the only way. He knew after Kintan Jedi had begun to fear the Sith, questions, and doubt, but there were answers to every problem. Inside of each of them. Themselves. The force and working together. "You are more than this."

Kyra Perl

So fixed on the battle, any hint that a padawan might be overwhelmed or outnumbered propelled him over to her. A bounding leap took the head clean off of the nearest zombie with a powerful strike. “Improvise. Sense what you need to do.” Hand on her shoulder to calm Kyra, Amadis told her plainly, without the finer insight Taiden might have given her. More a direct demonstration.

Amani Serys

“Numbers are not everything,” Loudly stated, sensing what he must do. Improvise.

@All

As they pulled further together toward the nearest doorway, hopefully as a group moving toward the corridor protecting each other. His own saber switched off, and he stood there hands outstretched. "It is up to you all."

They would need to cover him now.

Together in a smaller space they were much better shielded. More together than they ever would be apart. The walls began to vibrate, the metal began to twist, the doorway itself began to shake and crumble. Force Resonate began to bring the wall and roof down around the door, slowly bringing it ready to collapse in a heap, the supports getting closer and closer to buckling fully and combusting outward.

He was the one vulnerable. In need of protection while he focused. Thinking about more than themselves again, needing to reach past their own fear for others to find their sense of purpose and peace. Of course Amadis was wearing armor, he wasn't stupid... and maybe one could help with the walls or roof to block the doorway.

 

[Amani Serys]

Objective 1
Acaadi Kei Amadis Kyra Perl Ura Iolar

Amani turned to see Amadis shift his focus, using the Force to help with their escape. Herself getting distracted, she was unprepared for a stray bolt, striking her in the right shoulder. She yelped in pain and dropped her saber, clanging to the ground as the blade diminished. Amani fell to the ground, scrambling to retrieve her weapon. She snatched up the hilt and sheathed it away, moving towards Amadis to aid him. Surely with more time he could succeed on his own, but time was not necessarily on their side.

"Let... let me help."

Amani oustretched her hands, calling to the Force. Her lighstaber skills were skill unrefined, but she had been studying the Force intimately for nearly a decade now, and she had grown close to it. She could barely lift up her right arm, the pain from the shot still burning her muscle, but she used all her effort to focus on the task at hand. The foundations of the building shake and groan more loudly with their combined effort, and Amani quickly begins to show her own signs of visible strain.

 

[Acaadi]

They were all trained a certain way. A lightsabers cauterised a wound quickly. That meant that lopping off an arm at the elbow wasn't usually fatal, but instantly put an enemy out of action. Acaadi had to push past that muscle memory and all the instincts that told him not to go for the lethal strike.

"Go for the head, the neck, the heart!" Acaadi called out to the others. "They're already dead anyway."

The mirialan planted his feet. He was becoming a very balanced swordsman. He was becoming balanced in many ways, more at ease with the Force and more at ease with his own body. He had turned away from the path of raw power to one of precise control.

He threw his offhand saber and guided it with the Force as he continued to swing with his long blade. Acaadi cut a swathe through the troopers, but they just kept coming.

 

[Ura Iolar]

Ura closed her eyes, trying to focus on the fight. No what she was fighting, just the fight. She could do this. She could do this. She kept slashing at the enemy, but wasn't finding much luck. Acaadi then suggested that they attack the undead troopers heads, necks, and heart. But there was a bit of a problem. She looked over to Acaadi, but decided to try and use telepathy so that the others wouldn't hear.

"Um.... Acaadi? Where's a heart locatated?" Even still, she aimed at ones head.

Kei Amadis Kyra Perl Acaadi Amani Serys

 

[Silver Rose]

The infected were spreading, there seemed to be no end to them; those that wished to survive had a desperate fight on their hands, who knows what would become of them at the end of the day.

On the other hand, those on the space ship found themselves assaulted by the mouth-watering scent of sizzling cheese. Their journey for a new home would be a long one, but for tonight, the refugees had something worth celebrating.

Pizza.

 

[Kyra Perl]

The hand on Kyra's shoulder startled her, the Master appearing out of no where inside the haze of the battle. Kyra's panic dispersed out of her in a puff, his calm radiating through her. A gleam hit her eyes, the padawan pressing her lips together and giving him a strong nod.

Ok then. Ok.

Even as he left her, taking his unreserved peace with him, she remained level headed. It was a choice, wasn't it? He said so, and she wanted to believe him. The flailing strikes fell back into proper form, the padawan remembering to breath as she moved. And while her thoughts did spiral-- bits of fear and squeaks escaping her at every approach-- she did keep herself together.

Choice. Choice. Choice.

A small bit of confidence hit her and she twirled, her blade lashing out to deflect shoots off Master Amadis's back. But it wasn't enough, she could sense he needed help with his task. The solution appeared to Kyra, simple and force-aided. "Acaadi!"

He was the strongest with telekinesis. Kyra moved herself before him, her expression grim as she took on the role of primary bullet deflector.

A task she had once failed at before.

 

[Kei Amadis]

Allies: Acaadi | Kyra Perl | Ura Iolar | Amani Serys

Warehouse roof beginning to come down, and to shake loose. Amani truly helping bring the house down with a bang. Grimacing as he saw her wound, she would find a bit of visible advice for the future now in front of her, a large chunk of the roof stopping any further blaster shots hitting her personally. Between their efforts above the beams groaned their last, shattered and tore, he was doing his best to hold them UP now and slow the natural descent of the rubble on top of them.

He saw the discomfort some faced, especially Kyra. “Don’t always have to use your lightsaber.” Some of the strongest force users he’d ever known had never had much use for one, just getting out the way was effective enough, armor, debris, illusions, mental techniques, or never being there in the first place. Blasters worked too.

The Jedi Master was sweating and tiring, nobody was invincible, no matter how long he’d done this. Amadis had done a variety of different techniques in part to demonstrate what was available to them and to cover them, he was feeling it, but his feet didn't budge an inch.

“Time to move.”

Standing in the way till they'd got clear, Kei felt a burn to his own ribs, the armor taking most of it. Doorway and roof collapsing around to fold inward and fill the gap. He’d slow it up as long as he could but like it or not it was all coming down now… and knowing the way the Guardian did things probably more than he intended.

CRASH. CRUNCH. GROAN. THUNK...... thunk......... thunk..... thunk..... thunk... waffles....
...
His face tensed up waiting for the next thunk...
...
Then he started to relax. Rubbing his hands together.

CRASH

The Jedi Master cleared his throat. Last of the dust from the filled doorway settled, the noise of scratching coming from the other side. Nodding to those nearest. “How is Amani doing?” He asked whoever was closest to her, sincere concern in his voice.

Assuming they had come. Now they had to get out of the corridor… thankfully they were Jedi, hopefully they would remember this.

 

[Acaadi]

Amani Serys Kyra Perl Ura Iolar Kei Amadis

"Um.... Acaadi? Where's a heart locatated?"

"The rib cage!" Acaadi called out. "The chest, the middle of the chest!" he added before she could ask where the rib cage was. He deactivated his off-hand saber and clipped it to his belt. It was easier to concentrate on just one blade when the death troopers were firing wildly in their direction.

Kyra called out to him and he turned over his shoulder. Her cry for the help resonated through the Force as well as the air. The zeltron moved up to take his position guarding the Jedi Master.

You have this.

He didn't even reply with words. Even the telepathic message was less of a series of words as it was a concept imparted directly. A sense of his confidence in her.

Acaadi turned to face Kei, but the Jedi Master had already done his work. Acaadi was skilled in telekinesis, but his training focus had shifted from raw power to more intricate control. All he could do now was redirect a few chunks of falling debris to the rest of the pile. It took a great deal of his concentration to try and catch so many objects in quick succession but he managed it.

He gaze turned towards Amani, hearing the concern in Kei's voice. Acaadi hadn't even seen her being wounded. Acaadi crossed the space between them in a few quick strides.

"Where are you hurt?" he asked Amani. She knew how limited he was in healing through the Force, but at the least he could triage the damage.