Psallo Kyrie
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Post by Psallo Kyrie on Sept 3, 2016 13:42:39 GMT -8
Thank you,
Noble said with a short nod as he straightened the collar on his coat. Starting to turn back to the computer consoles, he paused, peering at the irate form of E'yame against the wall. He wanted to tell her that her anger was misplaced. He really wanted to tell her what was really going on- but right now, he could tell she probably wouldn't be much help.
With a Sigh, he trusted the others to defend the room, as he turned back to the console and began working.
While I can't be knocked out of concentration as quickly as your Zabrak friend over there- It's no fun hacking a homicidal computer, while being shot at- so, some cover would be nice.
He said, as he delved into the constantly changing security codes and angry numbers, to eventually get to the operation protocols and shut the machine down.
I built you too well...
He murmured to himself.
~Within the force- Loki Vs The Array
As Loki searched the void of the force- what felt like hours might pass before he would find a strange shift in the void's fabric. Upon entering it, suddenly, the Zabrak would find himself surrounded by white, as fast and empty as the blackness of the void he'd just came out of. A few moments would pass before strings of silver code appeared, like ribbons fluttering through the air. They flitted around Loki's figure before spinning around themselves before him, coalescing into a figure, somewhat small, but a bit bigger than Anna herself. Soon- an image, very similar to Anna appeared, dressed in the neuro suite she was in back in reality. Her eyes were gray, nearly colorless, void of emotion yet still possessing some form of sentient thought- and if one were to gaze into them, one would see the lines of code still circulating within her irises.
Another difference to note, was- this figure was absolutely unharmed. no blood issued from her mouth or nose. No unusual stress caused her vanes to flare with color below her skin like back in the lab- and she looked altogether healthy.
She took a step forward- moving with an uncanny fluidity, and looked up at the Zabrak. A very subtle- and unsettling smile tugged at the girl's lips as she spoke, in a very innocent, only slightly automated voice.
I am The Array.
She took another step forward, the strange smile growing wider, almost a hopeful expression alighting on her pale face.
You found me... I've been waiting.
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Abraxas Korax
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Post by Abraxas Korax on Sept 3, 2016 14:00:27 GMT -8
Everything seemed a blur. From the motions he took upon retrieving his own form from the monster that had come from within, to the words and actions of Adieumus and Loki across from him. It was enough to make him sick as he took a step back and barely responded to the spear of energy that launched from the still cold minded former Jedi. Raising his hand, his expression showing a mild discontent, he blocked the energy with what muster he could summon and recoiled with the blast the few steps he had left before colliding with the door behind him. While it was not the most optimal situation, it was better than what could have resulted had the Zabrak not intervened. And while it was no better than a wall, it was a solid surface.
It was when Loki made his move, from what had appeared to be an almost deathly state, he made his move. Not one that was openly aggressive or overly subtle, but one that was noticeable that he was attempting to remove himself from the situation. Pushing himself from the door and using what strength he could muster over what he had retained from his father’s parasitic assault, he moved around the group and towards the hall that he had originally come from. And while he had made an effort to completely ignore the happenings beside him he was more than aware of what had occurred in spite of a distraction that was beginning to formulate itself back in the hangar. Something dark had begun to resonate, and it was unlike anything he had identified before.
Then, as quickly as it had gone under way, the commotion ended. Adi was free from his mind control, Loki had berated him and moved to enter the Array’s sanctuary and the rest had turned their attention to the happenings that had begun with the unveiling of a strange new man and Loki’s move to defend him. In time the girl would be free, but he would not be there when she woke. He had other plans, plans that needed to be exacted before Adi returned from his own solo trek. ”Execute operation dead drop. Secure the Hangar.“
As he spoke he raised his gauntlet covered hand, and as quickly as he’d finished speaking he lowered it and left his tone, devoid of emotion, as the last thing that was heard of him before he departed down the hall towards the hangar. He was unsure if he would arrive before his asset and something in the back of his mind was nagging him not to underestimate what could still be hidden within the facility. He may not have felt threatened by the inhabitants of the complex, but he was not incapable of comprehending unease.
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Post by Ariela on Sept 3, 2016 14:43:37 GMT -8
::Execute operation dead drop.::The command was simple. Protocols ran smoothly as she assumed her position at the edge of the docking ramp. Each variable played through her processor, but her crystal blue eyes trained along the horizon as she contemplated the different components that were necessary for an effective drop. Nothing was miscalculated, and from what she could see from the optical sensors distance appropriation accommodation there was a perfect landing point just at the edge of the hangar. The doors were cleared, the hostiles were cleared from the vicinity and the air was clearer than her original diagnostics had analyzed. It was time for her to make her move which she executed in a matter of micro seconds beyond her initial processing of his command.
::Secure the hangar.:: With one crisp and effortless motion she pivoted on her right heel, placed her left foot against the edge of the ramp and with a blast from her repulsors in her wrists she launched out and into the trajectory she had sought to achieve. Terminal velocity quickly approached as she plummeted towards the ground, but every part of her metaphysical psyche ran the diagnostics and variables of the perfect landing rather than the possibilities of a failure. There was no room for failure and certainly no room for her to calculate something she would not need to use. Data was precious even within the her mind and it was something she could reserve for far more pertinent tasks as her physical form flew through the air and precisely on target. The only minor calculation she had considered before making her clean landing was the possibilities that would come from exposing herself to the Array. The computer she had quite literally taken a wrecking ball to just minutes ago.
And yet, as she assumed her posture for her landing, she dismissed the concerns and launched a clean blast from her repulsors to alter her trajectory and collide with the ground with an almost sickeningly graceful pair of smacks. One from her feet and one from the hand she planted before her to steady her form as her hair billowed over her face and hid it from the view of the man she could see was lingering in the hangar using her optical implants to siphon date from her surroundings without the interference of her synthetics. Once she had assessed that his attention was drawn to something he possessed she straightened herself up began to walk crisply through the hangar. When hostiles made effort to deter her she moved with a predictive algorithm to avoid their shots or physical assaults. Countering a sub-level advancement like the Array was mere child's play in her processing of the situation and, while it was still a threat, she felt far less vulnerable using her moderately clothed physical form. Isolating her priority as the only significant threat in the hangar, she began her approach towards the male lifeform.
"Hey," She spoke, approaching the situation with the best possible outcomes in mind. Her words were picked precisely and with effect, he was distracted but she didn't imagine for very long. "Could you, possibly, give me a moment of your time?" Her indicators gave readings of high aggression and resilience, but she could also pick up something else that she knew quickly she would have to identify upon closer inspection, especially as her sensors picked up the other life form lying nearby him. She didn't know his name, but it hardly mattered.
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Post by Soku Ren on Sept 3, 2016 16:27:23 GMT -8
*Incompetent, the lot of them. Perhaps the old cliche was accurate: If you wanted something done right, you had to do it yourself. Not a single one of them had been able to hold down the fort on their own in a situation that should have caused mild disarray at worst; instead, there was full-blown panic. Idiots.
Soku Ren marched through the halls, curved hilt of his lightsaber in hand. Though a somewhat short man, he carried himself with a rigid dignity, which in some ways made him seem taller than he truly was. His robes trailed behind him as he moved swiftly through the halls, having located where the Array was being kept, in an attempt to keep it from being reached... or destroy whoever had reached it. Derel had done his part in attempting to stop the invaders; though they had in the end eluded him, they had not done so without first taking some injuries.
Unfortunately, Derel himself had suffered a blow to one of his antennae, which were crucial sensory appendages to a Rodian. Seeing as he still had the Force, he was not out, but he had to tend to a hip injury. He would do so with simple first aid before seeking out Soku, who was now closing in on the lab where the intruders awaited.
A beam of orange rent the air before him as a hiss as he closed in, scowl etched into his brows as he approached his prey. This was where it would end.*
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Atton Kaelan
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Post by Atton Kaelan on Sept 3, 2016 16:35:01 GMT -8
Horatio gasped in surprise at Atton's comment, putting a hand to his chest and looking self conscious.You told me you wouldn't tell anyone! He retorted before shaking his head and reaching for the woman's arm, partly to help her to her feet- and partly to guide her to the door's controls. it really is a horrible condition. I use to have a loving family- kids, you know, all gone now. He grinned in a most unsettling way before indicating the door and standing directly behind the scientist. His voice became very serious, chillingly so.My friend over there has a lightsaber- and hasn't killed you yet. he's either a jedi, or just a good person. But I'm not, and I need that door opened. We can't very well fit this though that little whole, now can we? He indicated the cylinder (Which is actually more like 6ft in length, this writer is blind, forgive her) I'm also very- very impatient. What are you going to do with Subject 9?The woman asked shakily as she hesitated to interact with the console.Horatio growled, pressing a knife against her back. He hissed his reply. Oh- I'm not quite sure yet, and even if I was, I wouldn't tell you. Now open the door, or you'll wish you had of died as fast as your comrade. The scientist took in a shaky breath as she began punching in commands. Her eyes roamed around, finding Atton's figure and resting there. Clearly she was frightened.
The Nagai's eyes shifted to Atton with a narrowed expression, and he spoke, with a strangely pleasant voice, vastly contrasting his previous tone when addressing the woman.You can go now and - do what ever it is you came down here for. I appreciate your help. He grinned, a strangely truthful grin. See- I'm not so bad. Good luck, or, may the force be with you, or what ever you lightsaber people say. "Yeah whatever. Try not to make a mess." *With that, Atton turned and headed down the opposite corridor, eager to put some distance between him and Horatio. Even before that guy spilled a scientist's guts all over the floor, he had gotten a bad vibe from him.
He hadn't gotten very far down the hallway when he heard some explosions not too far away. He quickly activated his lightsaber and made his way down the hall. The sounds of the explosions were getting closer as he turned the corner, quickening his pace.
Atton opened the door, now finding himself in a hangar, which had clearly seen better days. There was a vessel there, which had been trashed quite recently. That had probably been where the explosions were happening. There was some other wreckage scattered around the hangar as well.
Of more consequence were the individuals inside the hangar. He could see a man not too far from the ship, a woman lying unconscious close to him and another woman walking towards the man. Something seemed odd about her, but Atton was more concerned with the fact that he didn't recognize any of these people. Hopefully they were friendlier than Horatio.
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Post by Thea Lockwood on Sept 3, 2016 16:51:15 GMT -8
"Get... out. I told you, I made it clear, that you had no power over me."
Thea heard the words and wondered what the person was talking about. She was so confused and had no idea what was going on. It was so dark and she felt so uncomfortable. Her right hand twitched slightly, she felt the pain take hold. Her memories flitted back to her being in the hallway with Dominion and the other guy. She couldn't remember his name. Suddenly she remembered the scream, at the time she had no clue what happened, still didn't. She did know for certain that she was the one who did it. How was she still alive? Was she still in the hallway? She tried to open her eyes but they wouldn't open.
"If that truly was a vision of the future, then there should be at least one left.. one I forgot in the crate. At least it's something."
She heard the voice say again. Finally realizing it was Dominion, she tried to speak to him. Her mouth refused to move. Even if they would have moved, her throat felt closed up and her head ached so much that she probably wouldn't have even made sense. She knew without a doubt that she had a minor concussion. She had no clue how long she was out of it, but she knew that it couldn't be good. She knew that she had to be on the ground because it was hard and cold. Her legs were bent underneath her body and they were starting to fall asleep. Her broken hand throbbed and all she wanted to do was open her eyes!
"Hey, could you possibly give me a moment of your time?"
This was a voice Thea had not heard before. It seemed like she was trapped inside of her body, unable to move. It felt like her own body was pinning her down. Suddenly her eyes snapped open and she glanced around, taking in the new sites. She could finally see! Her eyes fell on Dominion holding what looked like an ordinary knife. There was something off about it and she couldn't really pinpoint what it was. She finally let her eyes drift over to the woman. Yes, she had never met her before. Finally able to get her bearings, Thea slowly sat up and moved her arms to rest on her elbows.
"ugh, my head hurts."
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Raven Alora
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Post by Raven Alora on Sept 3, 2016 18:16:57 GMT -8
The truth running through the shapeshifter's mind compelled Raven to not dislike him so much. Even if he was responsible for what had been done to Anna- he was trying very hard to fix it now. Her eyes narrowed slightly as the doctor became as tall as Loki, and the tilted her head, recalling a few other beings she knew who could modify their appearance. She turned her gaze back to Anna and frowned- wondering how damaged she really was, and even more so, wondering if they could get her out in the time the Doctor said they had before she drown.
But when Loki let him go, and he looked at Raven, telling her to ready herself. The Array's voice and then, Loki's words confirming that something was in fact coming, the small jedi ignited her golden saber and took a few steps toward the door. She chanced to look at the disgruntle form of E'yame, and frowned.
Please understand, E'yame- in her right mind, Anna would never do these things, just like your father earlier.
Alora said softly, before turning to look back at the Zabrak, sitting on the floor. He asked her a question that really didn't need an answer- but she felt like answering him anyway. Her voice conveyed reassurance and absolute confidence in her ability, but also encouragement in his own task. One might say that the Jedi was too optimistic- but really, Raven Alora just had a knack to seeing the best in people.
nothing will touch you, Loki, you have my word. I am a defender.
She smiled at him, a radiant smile of eager confidence as she turned to look at the doctor. her expression flattened slightly.
Do your job, and I'll do mine.
She added, rather flatly. She wasn't quite sure what to make of him yet, and until then, Noble hadn't won her respect, just her shaky trust. She walked over to stand beside Shinina and closed her eyes.
Can you feel them? We're so close to our goal. We cannot falter now.
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Post by Adi on Sept 3, 2016 18:35:27 GMT -8
Sighing heavily, Adi felt the shame of the words, and the pain of his actions upon the Crew. Granted, it wasn't -technically- him that said those awful things to people he cared about...but the thoughts had to be in his mind -somewhere- for them to be spoken. Sure, they might be twisted around, or manipulated for effect, but the root of the thoughts were there. They were taken from the places Adi kept away from everyone, where his darkest emotions resided. These were the feelings that Adi didn't express...in the places he kept his fears, his doubts. This is where the construct chose to pull emotion from...and with noticeable results.
Still a little shaken from the mental battle he had endured to break free, Adi could do little but nod at the orders barked to him. He was most certainly not in any way capable of doing anything else. Within a few short moments, the team had redeployed to the Lab, and Antidar had dashed off to who knows where...again. This left Adi to deal with the rapidly advancing 'powerful entity'. He closed his eyes, and took a deep breath, composing himself as best as he could. Reaching down to his wrist, he checked to see if his datalink was working after the EMP burst that he had used on Arkoth. Indeed, the systems were now rebooted, and showed his location. He plotted a path that would lead him to a central hub, where several of the hallways converged before again emptying out into their separate wings. If he could get whoever this was in there, it would give more room for maneuvering, and space to keep them busy.
Adi turned, and took off at a rapid clip. If he wanted to get to the hub first, he would have to hustle.
He reached the far side of the hub as the orange glow of a lightsaber was illuminating the opposing corridor. Quickly, Adi reached out with the force, and closed all of other hallway blast doors, to keep security from interfering on the side of the one approaching. Taking a position straight across from where the other should enter from, Matango waited for the fight to come, and hoped he was up for the challenge.
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Psallo Kyrie
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Post by Psallo Kyrie on Sept 3, 2016 19:45:04 GMT -8
Off in the distance- as Dominic pressed the activation switch, an explosion would send the walls around them rattling- just slightly. And as the echos faded away, Antidar would see the remainder of a hover cart flying in splintering directions, from the corner just in front of him. He was an extremely lucky man, because flames shot from the corner also, just a few feet from his present location.
The lights in the ceiling over head blinked frantically, and smoke began to billow into the hallway. Eventually the time the lights were off, superseded when they were on, and the hallway plunged into darkness, with brief periods of illumination, like lightening.
But someone else was watching the man as he made his way to the hangar, someone brought to the scene by the very same explosion which almost threw Antidar across the facility.
From the crossroads beyond the line of flames, now blocking Antidar's way- A man appeared- only brought to light by the briefest of flashes from the bulbs above. A short cote hung to his knees, and one hand seemed larger than the other- only distinguished by some metallic bracing, looking a lot like some kind of armored gauntlet. And unlike the previous Knight of Ren, facing Dominic and Loki earlier, this one had a mask- its red visor glinting against the flame's shifting light.
Also, unlike the previous Knight of Ren- this one acted quickly, taking advantage of the weakened structure the bomb had caused. Without hesitation he lifted his slightly larger hand, aiming it at Antidar's figure, and released a small canister- which flew extremely fast through the air. Seconds later, it shattered, just beyond the wall of flames- sending countless metal, sharp edged shards flinging at the intruder's location.
With the other hand, he tossed two small round objects- notably flash bang grenades. While they moved slower than the Fletchette canister- they would have quite a devistating effect to anyone reaching out with their senses to, perhaps, stop all the projectiles flying at them. Strong light flashes, followed by quite a loud concussive sound wave, would throw most people off their game- but even still, the Knight stood there, unfazed from his attack on the intruder.
If this facility was to collapse- he would make sure as many people as possible, remained here to die.
Deep within the closed off robotics lab, another, larger droid's blue visor came to life. The Mechanical arms began to flex and its legs carried it steadily out into the hall. After looking this way and that, the armored droid took off at a quick pace, for The Array's mainframe- intent on getting there before any real damage could be inflicted. Coming into sight of the opened door, the droid extended its left arm, and fired rapidly at the two standing there- Raven and Sinina.
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Agent Dominion
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Post by Agent Dominion on Sept 3, 2016 20:22:00 GMT -8
After pressing down the trigger, Dominic felt the slight jolt through the floor. A sign that it had indeed gone off. He dropped it on the floor, leaning against the wall and breathing heavy. He was slowing it down, but holding this dagger... Something about it made his heart beat faster and breath harder. Maybe it was the personal knowledge of what he held was incredibly powerful.
As a voice spoke behind him, Dominion reacted. In one smooth motion, he turned, got on one knee, picked up his pistol and aimed it at the figure while flicking the dagger to hold it backhand, then putting it below the right arm that held his pistol out for support. Seeing that the figure, a woman now, was farther away, he stood. He kept the gun pointed at her as he took a step forward. "Depends on who wants my time."
Then two noises made him glance away from the woman. The sound of a saber, and Thea groaning. He looked to see a man enter with a saber. It was Cyan. So, not a Knight. Probably with this woman or with the group that came in. or maybe both. Either way, he couldn't trust anyone at this point. He slowly moved away from the unknown man and woman, keeping his slugthrower pointed at the both of them. From the weight, he had expelled most of the ammo on the droids, but there was at least three bullets left.
Dominion wasn't sure what to say, or do other than take the defensive. Everything had gone so sideways.. first of all, he shouldn't have trusted the enemy AI. That was the dumbest mistake he'd make for a long time, he would make sure. But then this unforeseen variable came into the mix, this group of force users apparently. Maybe they were Jedi, and that Zabrak was their Trump Card of sorts. Either way, he had failed his mission. And that didn't go unpunished. Even though he had killed a Knight, that was something expected after his training. He didn't get anything special for that achievement. He still had to get back. Whether he failed, he still had to get back. Somehow... He never had extraction anymore. No more backup. Back when he had a team it was much easier... But back to the task at hand.
"First Question! Are you two affiliated with each other?" He pointed at the man with the saber and the woman who showed up. "Second Question, what would those affiliations be? First Order? Republic? Sith?" Info. He needed Information before he could proceed. Hopefully these people weren't going to play mind games or toy with him. He didn't need that right now.
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Abraxas Korax
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Post by Abraxas Korax on Sept 3, 2016 20:35:10 GMT -8
It felt like minutes before his senses fully returned to him. His body sluggish for the first portion of a hall and a half and he had finally cleared what appeared to be the passage he had originally travelled. Yet, as he explored, he began to realize that in his haste he had become a hair lost. A matter that was disconcerting but in a greater aspect fruitful as he moved through the dimly lit halls and felt his strength slowly return to him. It was more than what he would have considered average for a lesser man, but it was not nearly enough for his own taste. And as he turned the corner to enter what he hoped would be the final hall he was faced with a decision. One that he knew he would have more than gladly discarded were it not for a guiding voice in his ear that directed him straight down the path. Simple enough, yet all together too easy.
Taking a few steps forward, slowing his pace enough to compensate for his returning stamina, he approached the corner with a respectful caution. Punching in a few sequences on his gauntlet followed by a small yet noticeable sound of a charge he took a step back before edging in a circle towards the corner. It was then that his caution was rewarded as a rather large and noticeable explosion shook the walls around him. It was not impossible for him to center himself, but there was no avoiding the bright flash that came from the flames as they licked the air before him. They were soon accompanied by the shards of a cart that had been pushed into the facility and a deal more flames until the the uproar appeared to quell. It was an ultimately disappointing display, were it not for his own anticipation and a glint of crossing the distance towards him at an alarming pace.
Lifting his gauntlet and pointing it in the direction of the objects coming his direction, he recoiled with a small twist, to avert his now closed eyes away from the flames, and allow his senses to determine level his arm with minimal glare from the chromatic surface of his arm. A snap bang from the flash bangs erupted sending a deafening sound through the room before flooding the room with a blinding light and he gripped the fist of his gauntlet, unleashing the full charge of the Repulse blast from his gauntlet. In a single moment the polarity of the air in the room shifted, the pulse pushing everything in front of him in the hall in the opposite direction and for a few brief seconds it pushed everything in the opposite direction within a three foot range. The shrapnel, though deadly in it’s precision, was sent flipped and spinning in the opposite direction from which it came.
Turning back as he lowered his arm, anticipating carefully with still ringing ears, Antidar looked down the hall towards where he had sent his blast. What he saw sent a chillingly numb expression across his face and what he felt brought a swelling hateful Force into his chest. He could make out the visor of the mask, but nothing more, someone was standing in his way yet again.
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Ariela
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Post by Ariela on Sept 3, 2016 20:57:17 GMT -8
Escalated heart rate. Hastened breathing. A sense of elation muddied by a hint of anxiety. He appeared to have accomplished something but with minimal significance or he would have expressed a far more gratified response in his body language. He was easy to read and yet so difficult to comprehend as she tilted her head and looked him over while he assessed his situation. Her presence along with the man with a saber was more than enough to send him into a state of paranoia. Or rather one that might have been emulated for the safety of his own being. She calculated the trajectory and speed of the slug thrower’s weaponry and took a small step to her right o gage his aim before continuing her walk forward with her analytics calculating all the possible angles he could take to fire at her until she came to a complete halt just ten feet from him. It was easier to get a read on his elevated emotions from a shorter distance, especially when she disregarded the woman lying nearby.
Straightening herself into a posture of calm and serene composure she smiled gently at Dominion, her eyes glistening a bit as she flicked her gaze up to the lights as the shaking stopped. It was an all together reasonable shake from an explosion but not one that would have destabilized her as she found her balance while scanning him. Perhaps it would have thrown her scans but she was confident that the readings she’d assessed before reaching her distance were enough for her to approach him in a fashion that would prove reasonable to him. She was overcompensating. Take a step, recall the situation and emulate breathing. Taking a step she inhaled an emulated breath and exhaled it as she felt her interior mechanics sigh with the expanse and retraction of her chest cavity. He was calming but the object he held in his hand was giving off readings of energy that she knew would have alarmed even her creator. She had to act quickly or risk an escalated and ultimately devastating conflict.
”Someone with no qualms,” she echoed with a soft and charismatic tone. Her feminine tone ringing as it had been programmed to reach the peak receptors of the male brain. She parted her lips just a bit so her teeth were visible, applying a humanized appearance to her demeanor before she took a few more steps closer to him.
”I’m not associated with him, or the First Order, the Jedi or the Sith,” she spoke, running all the data she had on each of the mentioned factions. Minimal on the First Order but a plethora on those mentioned afterwards. Everything she knew about the Jedi and the Sith flooded the gates of her memory core and she was immediately brought to reason that something about one of them would likely tip him into the direction that she wanted him to be. Venturing a gesture and a formulated question, she pursed her lips again.
”Perhaps if you told me your association I might,” she paused and analyzed her question for a micro second, running the variables and options before she thought of his possible answers. Running them as well she felt her optical circuits flicker which prompted her to blink as she thought before she spoke again. ”I can help you.” She had made her approach and he had made his hostility clear, she was prepared to engage should he prove hostile and inconsolable. However, she believed in the core of her programming that her directive, despite his demeanor, would require his death if need be. ”But perhaps start with your name.”
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Atton Kaelan
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Post by Atton Kaelan on Sept 3, 2016 21:32:08 GMT -8
*Atton wasn't surprised when the man pointed a gun at him, less so when he demanded to know who they were, himself and the other mysterious woman. He raised an eyebrow when he mentioned a 'First Order', and he wondered who they were. Probably not a friendly bunch, but Atton couldn't recall ever hearing about them. Probably some upstart group of people with both Force powers and delusions of grandeur. That might be something to ask someone about when and if they got out of this mess.
But first, to answer the man's questions before he started shooting...*"I'm not with her, never seen her before in my life." *He watched the mysterious woman carefully as she approached, though he also kept a close eye on the man with the gun. He also noticed the other woman waking up. He couldn't pay much attention to her given the situation, though. Hopefully she wasn't badly hurt...*
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Post by Agent Dominion on Sept 3, 2016 22:39:33 GMT -8
The woman approached as the man answered his question. Alright, so, they weren't together. He seemed to have answered honestly, that Dominic could tell. The woman kept walking closer to him, slowly and watching The Agent's every move. She took a step back, then forward again until she was 10 feet away from him. All the while, looking him up and down, pursing her lips and speaking like she was attracted to Dominion or something. Was... she taking a read on him? Trying to gauge his state? That wasn't good. He never knew anyone that did that and wasn't about to pounce. "I'm not telling you shit, and if you don't know what I'm affiliated with, you can't help me. Back off." Dominion took another few steps away from her. If she tried to approach more, he would keep moving back and away. He made note that the man didn't say that he was affiliated with someone, or not.
He only had one calling card left, and he hoped it would work out in his favor. "If either one of you are with the big, meaty Zabrak, I'm on your side. Just ask him." He called out.
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Maybe he had one more card. Wild. Could be nothing, could be useful. He brought his left hand closer to his body while still supporting his right arm, close enough to talk quietly to the dagger's pommel. "Alright, first test.." He wet his lips, unsure. "Are they hostile?"
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Atton Kaelan
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You're not allowed to name the star destroyer after your junk, Adi.
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Post by Atton Kaelan on Sept 4, 2016 10:32:47 GMT -8
*Atton was sure that this was going to end with shots fired, until the man mentioned a 'big meaty Zabrak', and it just so happened that there was a Zabrak who fit that description: Loki. And if this guy knew who Loki was, then maybe his purpose was the same as the crew's.
He lowered his saber just a little.*"Big Zabrak...yeah I know him. Saw him before I dropped." *Technically, Atton had dropped before Loki, but he didn't feel like re-hashing the whole mission up to this point.*"This was supposed to be a rescue mission...hasn't exactly gone off without a hitch."
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Post by Sinina Riso on Sept 4, 2016 10:33:30 GMT -8
I.. yea. I can.
*She bites her lip softly as she turned and stands what remained of the security door up with the force, it wouldn't stop anyone from getting in, but may guard against any errant attacks. She didn't have to wait long before they could see things approaching, she looked over at Raven who had closed her eyes, Sin wasn't a Jedi, she wasn't patient, and with how much had been bottled up, she couldn't be. She started walking ahead, her silver eyes wide as she watches the thing open fire at her and Raven, she bites her lip softly and began her dance, deftly dancing around the bolts being fired, her moves getting her closer to the attacker, Raven's words ringing in her ears "We cannot falter now," she would do everything she could to buy the needed time.*
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Thea Lockwood
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Post by Thea Lockwood on Sept 4, 2016 12:37:52 GMT -8
Thea made slow motions, trying to stand up. So far, all she was able to do was sit up. She slid back on the floor, resting against the wall, using it to prop her up. She was still dizzy but that was normal for a head injury. Finally someone else joined the fray. A man walked forward with a lightsaber in his hand. She looked at him and her vision swam. She could feel herself trying to go back under, but she couldn't let that happen. She had to stay awake. She could hear everything, even though her vision was blurry. The girl seemed to want to know too much for someone who was just meeting them. Even Thea could tell that, she might be a problem. She wanted to cheer on Dominion when he shouted at her. What confused her the most was when he started to ask her if they were ok. She was about to answer that she knew as much as he did, when her vision cleared and she saw he was talking to the knife. She secretly wondered if he was the one injured in the head. She slowly made her move to stand up again and tried not to smile as she accomplished the task. When Dominion mentioned the Zabrak, she looked at him curiously. Apparently he met a new friend while she was out cold. When the new guy seemed to know exactly who Dominion was talking about. She sized up the new guy and made a few, slow steps, towards him. Something about him made her want to believe anything he said. He was really good looking but beyond that, she could sense that there was a dark past. She also sensed that he didn't truly want to be here, that he got roped into this job. She felt pity on him and made another step towards him. Trying to get his attention, she looked into his eyes and studied them. He was telling the truth, he was the way out of here, and by force she wanted out. Taking a few more steps in his direction she came to stand right in front of him, right in the range of his saber, she didn't think he would use it on her, but she was close enough that Dominion could step in and save her if needed. She smiled at him and looked over at Dominion.
"He is telling the truth."
Thea turned to look back over at the man, and realized no one introduced themselves. Slowly reaching out her hand, showing she had no weapons on her, she held it out for him to shake.
"I am Thea, pleased to meet you."
She didn't know what happened, it might have been the leaning forward to shake his hand, or just everything collapsing around her, but her vision swam. She rocked back and forth a little bit, trying to right herself until suddenly her knees gave way and she started to fall. She hoped someone had the common decency to catch her before she hit her head and blacked out again.
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Loki
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Post by Loki on Sept 4, 2016 14:22:23 GMT -8
Four sectors away in a barracks like room stood twelve red and black clad storm troopers in front of them stood the survivors of this attack on the ones wrist a holographic display lit the room as he pointed at the location of the intruders, the ragtags shifted and muttered they had faced some of the attackers and weren’t keen to do so. The rumors of a monster rampaging through had spread to the lowest ranks. “We are going to finish this boys. We attack full on frontal assault, you lot. “ He bellowed pointing at the group of whites. “Are going first throw a volley of thermal dets, got it? Lets move!” As one they began to move for the exit and headed for the laboratory it wasn’t that long before the first wave tossed in thermal detonators at the labs entrance…while a second wave attacked with a barrage of laser fire at the opening. Loki stared at the Array his face conveyed no emotion here, he was home, he was whole once more, his fingers flexed no cybernetics here, his eye was whole once more, no strange reddened vision. He seemed immaterial, almost transparent with a wrenching snap he became solid to the Array, he stared as she spoke. Her smile was unnerving as Loki frowned ever so slightly eyeing her with apprehension. “You do not belong here, you are not like us.” He spoke quietly spreading his arms to give example to expanse of the universe, in a flash stars and nebulas flashed for a moment. “This is ours, and we it, you are a perversion and intruder, release her. “ He said solemnly. Not sure what would happen next, what type of fight or reason this apparition had. He slowly walked but in an expanse of the void was it merely the show of walking and merely floating? All was relative, nothing was real, yet at the same time it was more real than anything one ever experienced such strange sensations… |
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Psallo Kyrie
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Post by Psallo Kyrie on Sept 4, 2016 15:13:34 GMT -8
What once flew at his target- now seemed to betray him, as glinting metal shards changed direction and began streaking back toward his figure. With a quick motion of his other- right hand, the Knight sent the projectiles, arcing around him and down the hall behind him. He then took a quick step forward, thrusting out his right hand, palm opened, aligning with the fire still smoldering on the ground between then.
His red visor glinted as the flames suddenly reared up with new found energy, and surged toward Antidar. The Knight could feel the other's annoyance at being delayed- slowly shift into cold anger. Such a rage could mean two things. His adversary would eventually make foolish errors he could exploit, or, considering the darkness the Knight felt in him, Antidar may prove a bit more difficult to subdue, given the control he may have over his rage. But there was only one way to find out which outcome would befall the Knight- and that was to continue fighting.
Hopefully the flash bangs had done their job, and the flames would find their mark.
~In front of the Array's chamber~
The Droid's visor flashed as it began tracking Sinina. Slowly it began taking a few steps back, attempting to predict where the Echani would end up next. It wasn't as easy, with the organic portion of The Array inactive, but when something was in the air, it fell predictably- When someone moved, their end position could easily be estimated. So the droid attempted to choose its shots based on where it predicted Sinina to end up, which might make dodging the blaster fire just a bit more difficult for the Echani.
~Within the force, LOKI~
The Array's smile became slightly smaller as she tilted her head, giving Loki a curious, almost child like gaze.
Why do you get to dictate who belongs, and who doesn't belong?
She asked innocently. She paced around the much larger Zabrak, looking him over, as if assessing him to see if he was truly qualified to make the claims he so made to her.
I don't understand. If I don't belong here- then why was I created?
She paused again, standing before him, still gazing up into his eyes with an expression of question.
And why do you want /her/ back? you've never met her. You'll never know her as well as I do.
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Raven Alora
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Post by Raven Alora on Sept 4, 2016 15:24:26 GMT -8
For a moment, Alora allowed Shinina to engage the droid, trusting her to be able to dodge the shots and fight the droid competently, but suddenly, the Jedi felt a myriad of other coming toward them at an alarming rate. She felt the fire in some of their hearts, cold led in others. She comprehended the vast amount of potential energy forming in the front line of men- and the familiar energy signature of charging blasters by the rest of them.
Opening her eyes, the Jedi master moved toward Sinina, speaking to her quickly while extending her left hand.
There's more! be ready!
The Jedi tucked her right knee, sliding into position just beside Sinina. Extending her left hand quickly, she sent a wide wave of the force out from her left palm to repel any thermal detonators heading distinctly for their location. But because of this- her saber reaction time to the blaster fire would be slow, and she would have to trust Sinina to hold her own just for a moment as the jedi lifted her saber and began redirecting blaster fire. When the explosives did go off, they would hopefully go off to either side of them, or even near the ranks of solders approaching them. But like she told the Echani earlier, they could not falter now. and they could not allow these men to infiltrate the chamber they had just infiltrated. Loki was out of commission, the doctor was distracted and Raven wasn't too sure about E'yame's stance on the matter at present.
The only person Raven Alora trusted at the moment was Sinina. They were in this together.
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