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Post by Psallo Kyrie on Sept 11, 2016 20:31:41 GMT -8
As Loki continued through the caverns he knew so well, the cries would become louder, until he came upon a particularly small room, almost hidden from the normal passage way. Oddly enough, the rocks here did not look completely natural. There were perfectly square edges, as if these stones had been carved to form arches against the walls. Letters in elegant swirling script cascaded up and down the columns of rock, glowing blue like the sparse crystals around them.
And on the opposite wall, was another kind of carved rock- a table, with lifted sides, also adorned with swirling letters. The force was very strong here, as if it the essence of this cave centered on the table.
And as Loki approached, looking over the lifted edges- he would see a very small infant child, looking almost certainly human. She was wrapped- loosely in a white blanket, but her arms had managed to struggle free, and she squirmed around, looking everywhere with wide, curious brown eyes. As the cave echoed her cries for company- she seemed even more frightened by the rebounding sound. Her small hands flexed in the air, wanting to grab something, but everything was too far away-
the scene might closely resemble another Loki had seen, when Anna had become blinded, and those deep brown eyes were taken from her.
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Post by Raven Alora on Sept 11, 2016 20:41:49 GMT -8
Her senses lifted as the battlemind solidified within her consciousness. Raven Alora wasn't particularly ready for the extreme added weight to her lightsaber- but she was expecting the kick. As his bulk came for her- the closed her eyes, directing the force to come to her aid and create a barrier in front of her. A little too late, the force came to her aid. It had not reached full strength before his foot made contact with her very small frame. With a sharp gasp of air, the Jedi flew back, but managed to keep her flight controlled. Her blade extinguished and her right hand extended- sending her own push back at him- except, this was a ball of tightly compressed air she'd encircled with the force. Having learned the skill quite well on Felucia- from native hunters, the ball of air would push toward the Mandalorian, only to expand rapidly upon impact. It wouldn't have the force of a concussion grenade, but the basic effects would be the same.
Turning herself slightly, The Jedi slid on her feet a yard or so down the left hall, using her left hand to stabilize herself seeing as it wasn't much good for anything else. Upon stopping- her saber reignited, and she paused, eyes tracking the Mandalorian's motions. Now, he was closer to the lab door- and- she was not there to stop him instantly.
But that didn't mean she couldn't be. Hopefully the concentrated ball of air would stun him long enough for her to get back to the action.
But, she really had to catch her breath first. He'd managed to knock the wind out of her- but for someone like her, that wasn't extremely difficult to do.
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Post by Loki on Sept 11, 2016 21:18:08 GMT -8
"Hmm..." Loki mused looking down. "A baby...how interesting..." He held out a hand and poked it gently in the stomach. "Anna?" He whispered leaning closer, fearing his appearance would cause the child to cry. He took a moment to take in the surroundings of the cavern, it was strange that he had never found this before. He had searched these caverns extensively many times right under his brother's nose. He wondered if someone was going to find baby Anna, and help her. He wondered if Dash ever knew of this infant? He who spent most of his life on Dantooine, who loved this planet as much as one can love anything. He wondered..if Anna as a seer could see the future and knew help was coming. Even as a baby did she have her power? Was it reassuring...He looked down again and waved his finger.."Don't bite me..." He said sheepishly as the baby grabbed his finger. This was so awkward Loki thought. Touching his first baby and it was merely a memory.... |
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Post by Psallo Kyrie on Sept 11, 2016 21:29:45 GMT -8
Anna did not seem at all frightened by the Zabrak- in fact she giggled when he poked her, peering up at him as she reached for Loki's horns. She settled on just touching his marked up face because she couldn't reach his horns. A little lopsided, practiced baby smile came to her face and her eyes squinted up at him. When he said her name in a question, she tilted her head, seeming to relax at once, just at the presence of another person- no matter how frightening he might think himself.
When he reached down, and she grabbed his finger, she pulled on it, reaching up her other hand and grasping his, almost desperately. There was no telling how long she had been here- or, who had left her here in the first place. What was certain, was that the child saw someone, anyone to grip onto and she did, as tightly as her minuscule strength would allow.
This might strike Loki as familiar again, considering the very first time he'd interacted with Anna, she'd held to him with just as much desperation.
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Post by Loki on Sept 11, 2016 21:35:50 GMT -8
Loki reached in despite his misgivings and scooped the baby into his hand, she was small into that she fit comfortable into it. He looked down at her again, remembering with stunning clarity the time Anna found him while he meditated in the force the way she had taken his hand then was so shockingly familiar to him that he shed another tear. He wondered vaguely if this was gonna become a habit with him. "Hello...Little one." He said quietly, his voice having a softer tone then he had ever heard him self speak..."I am Loki.." He finished somewhat lamely...Introducing him self to a baby, maybe he was mad, and still floating in a coma over Endor in a slowly draining escape pod... |
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Post by Psallo Kyrie on Sept 11, 2016 21:57:35 GMT -8
The child nestled quite comfortably within the Zabrak's large hand, peering at him curiously as he spoke. She seemed to like his deep voice. She glanced around at the cave now- from her elevated position, noting all the shining markings and crystals on the walls, but eventually her eyes always found Loki's figure again.
We found her like that,
A woman's voice suddenly echoed in the chamber- and if Loki would look around, he'd see a young woman, black hair, jedi robes, standing there, looking distant but also very aware- as if she didn't quite belong, like loki, yet, she was still part of the memory, unlike himself.
It was strange. After my team found her- I took it upon myself to raise her as my own child.
She walked over to one of the walls, running her hand along its script covered surface.
It took me three years to decipher even a fraction of this. It says something about a gateway, some kind of connection between this place, and a place where time no longer exists.
The woman shook her head with a small smile.
I'm still unsure what it means. Perhaps this place, is some kind of gate way. Perhaps that is where she came from. I've never been sure.She suddenly stiffened, blinking and looking directly at the Zabrak, a great awareness behind her calm, balanced eyes.
Have you come to take her out of this place? She's been imprisoned here for far too long.
It was clear the woman was not talking about this cave. She spoke as if the prison was more of a physical one, collapsed into a form Anna's own mind could understand on the mental plain.
The question she asked was rhetorical. She knew the Zabrak's answer. Why else would he be in this memory- if not to take the very first inkling of the Seer back where she belonged, awake in her own mind, uncaged by the weight of The Array. The woman motioned for Loki to follow, as she started walking out through the caverns, heading out into the open.
If that is your quest, Zabrak, you should know that her captor still has a strong hold. You are so close to the end, and that is when it will strike hardest.
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Post by Atton Kaelan on Sept 12, 2016 11:28:25 GMT -8
Thea couldn't help but to smile. She wouldn't have minded staying in his arms a little longer, however she seemed to be distracted by Dominion and the woman. Righting herself, she turned her attention back to Atton and smiled again.
"Thanks for catching me, I should be fine."
"OK good. Stay back, all right?" Almost like she knew that he was firing, which should have been impossible, she moved just out of the way of the bullet, letting it slam into the floor and ricochet up. A small explosion had fired from... her hand? And then another small burst of something from her other hand shot her forward, and setting her nearer to him but still crouched on the floor, just at the end of his sentence. Backing up more, Dominion started running over his options.
She was fast, and those explosions, or bursts of energy.. those weren't the force. That was mechanical of some sorts. There may be some device that you could hold in your hand to do that, but she wasn't holding anything. there wasn't debris around that would indicate that. He didn't know what, but she wasn't human. With only two bullets left, he wasn't going to waste them on something that could dodge them like she did. Or, as far as he knew, IT did. Best to save it for something that would die to the slugs. Going close quarters on something that could react that fast wasn't ideal, but range would be useless at this point, especially with how fast she could close distances.
With a quick and hard throw, Dominion threw the pistol towards Thea and Atton. He kept the Dagger, and adopted a new stance. He bent his knees a little, his left foot infront and he kept his arms near his sides, his hands out front and the Dagger still held backhand. She was too fast to act against. So what he needed was her to act.
As the pistol skittered towards them, Atton used the Force to pull it towards him. He watched closely as the man took the dagger, the weapon brimming with the Dark Side, and seemingly waited for the woman to attack. After taking a moment to make sure Thea was all right, he stood up and reactivated his lightsaber, positioning himself in front of Thea. He couldn't be certain of the man's allegiance at this time, but the woman had suddenly turned hostile so he decided to treat her a hostile as well.
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Post by Soku Ren on Sept 12, 2016 17:00:46 GMT -8
The other man drew back with his lightsaber across his own left shoulder, and Adi saw the attack that was coming. He started to duck as the weapon came in, and just as it was about to make contact, Matango was clear. The weapon sailed just over his head, and across, sparks flying as the saber struck the wall. Adieumus then took a step forward, and threw first a right palm thrust, then a left, followed by a final right. They were aimed, from first to last, stomach, bottom of the ribcage, and directly over top of where the darksider's heart would be. He threw the attacks with speed behind them, each one following the other in very close succession to the others....rapid fire, if you will.
Years of training in martial arts, and immersion in force speed, gave Adi something of an edge in a hand to hand fight, at least for the most part. He could strike opponents so fast that his hands would appear a blur to a non-force user, or someone not trained to pick out attacks. Training for hours by throwing punches in deep water with nothing but a rebreather gave his muscles memory to snap out just a moment quicker than most would, and when you added in the force to boost the speed? Well, it made for a very difficult blow to defend against...let alone when it was three in quick succession. This was starting to get really dangerous...this guy was pretty damn good, and he probably wasn't even warmed up yet. It almost looked as if he was simply just =playing= with Adi...probing his defenses....probably setting him up for something that was going to end the day on a really bad note....
He was just hoping that the bad note wasn't going to be the deadly kind....
As the palm met with his chest, he grunted and staggered backward. As he did so, he lowered his lightsaber and brought it across his body in an upwards diagonal slash, an attempt to cut through his close-range opponent, if not draw him off. The tip of the blade again met the wall to his left, carving through the original mark made there. He made yet another nick in the wall just afterward as he brought his blade forward, pointing it ahead of him, awaiting the next move.
An agile fighter, then? Soku would definitely have to make his own openings and keep him at bay. Which definitely included creating his own distractions...* |
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Post by Abraxas Korax on Sept 12, 2016 18:17:05 GMT -8
Even as he knew he was beginning to gain ground, everything began to become painfully surreal. He was well afar from his prime condition and it was clear his opponent was only just getting started. With each passing moment he could feel his reserves depleting in spite of his efforts to draw upon the life around him through his Death Field. In spite of this, through his own stubbornness and apparent disinterest in the potential of his opponent, he continued to pursue his assault. An assault that he knew would end his opponent were he to close the distance he was beginning to believe would not close, a distance that became more than more daunting the more strained he became. And while he knew that he would fair better if he were to restrain himself to much simpler combat powers he was disinterested in reserving himself for a being he hardly considered a challenge.
And yet, as he felt the Force draw away from him and then swirl around him, he knew that he was approaching dire straits. Crumbling to one knee, he kept his focus on his foe for what felt like moments while his arm began to sound off another charge. Yet, he could not hear it through the commotion of the Force that seemed to be gradually drilling into his mind. He could feel the pain of the crush as it began to close around his joints. The very attack that brought him to a knee was now threatening to bring him to the floor in a heap. But he far from prepared to allow such an attack to bring him to his end. Shifting his focus, drawing the energy he had used to expel the Death Field, he pressed himself against the power that was condensing upon his joints and brought himself painfully to his feet. An effort that brought with it a cracking and popping of his joints.
As the Force ceased to deaden the environment around him he lifted his arm towards his opponent, mid rise as he moved, and discharged the blast of energy that had all to thankfully reached it's capacity. An action that sent him reeling on his feet a foot before he resorted to a different use of the Force to right himself. His pain became his hate, his hate became his motivation and with a sudden surge of what power he still held he ceased to feel the pain that encumbered him, the wounds that were bearing him down towards the ground with each passing moment and with an uncharacteristic ease crossed the distance between where he and his opponent were, despite the pulse blast, and pulled the single saber from his belt to his hand.
He had not wished to use the blade but as he ignited it's beam and swung it wide from his left to his right, in a cross that would slice diagonally from the knight's right hip to his left ear, he watched through rage and murder filled eyes as the blindingly white blade arced through the air before him. Nothing else mattered. This knight would die.
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Post by Ariela on Sept 12, 2016 19:57:03 GMT -8
The movement had been sufficient enough to alert her to her adversary’s intentions. The motion he had taken, though directly within her range of assault, had been that of a defensive posture. One she had not anticipated, but also one she had calculated within her algorithm to produce possible procedures. It was, however, not an action she couldn’t counter with the simplest of ease. Or an ease that she could calculate was the result of her best possible approach to a being in such a reflex oriented posture. Her optics made note of the dagger, of the location of each of his limbs, the lightsaber of the man near the momentarily harmless woman and the distance that her target had put between he and her. She did not react to his movement, nor did she even flinch save for a momentary response to the slug thrower being sent skittering across the floor.
Turning her head back to Dominion she planted her right foot against the ground just beneath her and with a flash movement, using the hydraulics in her leg as leverage, she launched herself towards the man who was no less than a few feet from her and in a single crisp motion she twisted to reposition herself. Spreading her legs wide as she spun counter clockwise from the man before her, she planted her right palm against the ground to increase her speed, tucked her right foot beneath her and then extended her leg. It was an altogether methodically simple attack that meant to bring the back of her heel against the side of Dominion’s neck, or at the very least his shoulder, but in a similar speed to the one she had used to approach him. It was a detriment that her repulse tech had not full recharged, but it was something she could compensate for. Should her attack miss she had already begun to run algorithms and equations to determine the next best plan of action.
One that included her bringing her right hand wide and parallel with her body and her left hand out towards her target to intercept any attacks that would be directed towards what could be perceived as her vulnerable head. If she could feel something remotely similar to excitement, she was beginning to feel exhilarated.
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Post by Adi on Sept 12, 2016 20:06:40 GMT -8
Blocked, pretty much blocked, and then the third one landed....GOOD! The palm thrust to the heart struck home, and Adieumus followed him as the darksider stumbled backward, keeping the distance close between them. The man's saber came down, and started to slash upward at a diagonal. Instinctively, Adi's right hand came down, and tried to put itself in the path of the weapon...again, encasing his hand in the force. However, between all of the reactionary powers he had been using, and the fact he started this fight at less than peak capacity to begin with....it was far less effective than he hoped it would be. Yes, the saber -was- stopped, but not before penetrating nearly halfway into the barrier erected to block it, and burning Adi's hand fairly severely.
The acrid smell of singed flesh filled the air, and Matango grunted out in pain. It, however, still managed to do the trick, and kept the weapon from striking its target. His left hand shot forward in another palm thrust, and tried to slam itself bridge of his adversary's nose. The pain in his right hand was growing....the skin cracked, burned, oozing from the burn. It was almost as if he had tried to grab a heated durasteel rod without a glove. It would severely hamper his ability to use the appendage, to be sure.
Sweat was starting to bead on Adi's forehead, and his shirt was soaked. His breathing was growing more and more rapid, and his heart rate was increasing as well. If this fight didn't end soon...if the crew didn't hurry things up...Matango wasn't sure he could hold out.
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Post by Agent Dominion on Sept 12, 2016 20:21:27 GMT -8
As she looked away, he Dominion switched the Dagger to his right hand. Anything to try to confuse this woman. The she leaped. She had moved this fast before, and even though Dominion hadn't much practice with it other than observing it but one time, it still helped. She did move incredibly fast although, with which Dominic couldn't pick out every individual move she made, but in the long run it wasn't too important. What he did catch was her leg sweeping toward him. He could dodge, pull back to have the leg sweep past him, but that's not what he needed. This is just what he wanted.
Dominion brought up both arms to protect his head, angled 90 degrees to stop the leg in it's tracks. It hurt, like he was taking a hit by a steel bar, but it was bearable. In a flash, he would wrap his left arm around her calf, gripping it as much as he could. As that happened, he would bring the Dagger down from his right hand down to stab right above her kneecap, attempting to send the blade underneath it.
In his experience with torture and the bodies of organisms and where to aim his shots, he learned that ruining joints was often the most painful, and the most effective to ruin the limbs the joints worked with. A kneecap for example, was one of the most painful thing the human body could feel. Ruining it was also one of the worst things you could do to a leg.
If the Dagger was to cut or slice into her body, it would start to corrupt, age, and cripple it. But, as she was robotic, unknown to the Agent, it would rust, warp, and make brittle the metal or synthetics that made up Ariela's leg.
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Post by Ariela on Sept 12, 2016 20:46:54 GMT -8
His movements, although quick, were registered as she moved through her attack and as quickly as she was aware of her trajectory his block became apparent. She struck hard against his arms, already beginning to move the rest of her body to react to his counter offensive. A counter offensive that came fairly quickly as he took her calf within the grip of his arm in a sudden flurry of movement. There was no surprise on her face, no panic, only a lift of her right arm as she directed it behind parallel with her attacking leg and ejected a blast of pulse energy. Enough so that it might knock him off his feet if he were unprepared, but enough to allow her the movement she needed for her next move. She had not anticipated such a close quarters rebuttal, but there was nothing she could not adapt to should the majority of her components remain in tact.
With the ejection of energy from her wrist, sending her pulse tech back into recharge mode, her body gained a level of momentum that she had to compensate for as quickly as she could see his arm coming towards where he would assume a knee cap existed. Bending that knee and exposing more of it to his attack for that moment she brought herself, alarmingly fast, towards the point of contact. To a point of contact that she had prepared for with her extended left arm. Twisting her arm just as the tip of the blade was starting to press against the fabric of her suit and set off alarms, she lifted upwards and grasped tight towards a grip around his wrist. Tight enough that it would cause him pain, but not nearly enough to break it should it contact. That motion taken into account she held off on releasing the blast she had charged in that wrist, saving it for a later moment.
All the while she remained stable balanced on her right foot, a position she was gladly willing to take advantage of once she was sure she could secure a defense against his attack. Using her speed, and the timing he would need to react, she followed up each motion she had made with a quick twist of her body and hoped to use the entirety of her metallic weight to bring him around to her right and his left and well enough off his feet.
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Post by Agent Dominion on Sept 12, 2016 21:50:55 GMT -8
As he went down to stab her leg, he left her surge forward all of the sudden. He was able to keep his footing, if not take a quick step back and readjust. Her hand snapped forward and also caught his hand, gripping it hard just at the wrist. It was painful, but he could handle it. Then he felt himself being pushed to the left. He had to keep readjusting his footing quickly, until it hit him.
Moving his wrist, he moved the tip of his Dagger away from her leg and instead into her forearm. He would dig it in as deep as he could, not matter how painful her vice grip was. At the same time he would shoot his left leg out to catch enough ground, his right foot forward, he would start twisting his body, conserving momentum and instead trying to move her. Along with it, he had to exert a loud grunt as his muscles strained a little to lift the surprisingly heavy lean woman. If she was off the ground and already moving, not much she could do. At this point it was a 180 degree spin to the nearby wall, and he would do so, slamming her back into it with his Dagger still in her arm and his arm around her left leg. With any momentum left, he would take her and throw her against the ground at his feet.
If all this happened, he would continue to let go of her leg as he straddled her, using his left hand to hold down her right arm as he attempted to rip his hand free of her grip, then stab down repeatedly into her upper chest.
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Post by Ariela on Sept 12, 2016 22:52:39 GMT -8
Enacted quandary was not far from what she had anticipated in her calculations, but what he had done was beyond the parameters of what she had planned on. As quickly as she had isolated his attack, and made short work of the momentum, his assault changed forms. His wrist moved, against the pressure and agitation from her own hand and the blade shifted from one target to the next. Alarms continued to ping and the blade sank through the fabric and the top layer of her synthetics. What was interpreted as pain shot through her, registered by a tightening of her hand around his wrist as she quickly twisted and withdrew her elbow to compensate, in an attempt to pull the blade out of her wrist as she moved her body that much closer to him. It was a difficult tight space, but she was able to manage.
It was what he did next that had her processor running into gear. His footing was changing constantly, and when it finally stopped she knew what he was about to do. His effort was diverted and with an a visible strain he began to make an effort to move her. An opportunity she took with care, activating the magnetic clamps in her right foot to root herself in place. Once her position had been stabilized and the alarms had begun to die down, the blade receding but leaving behind a rather troubling show of damage, she engaged the pulse well in her wrist. With a shift of her body to her right, her wrist pushing up on and at a different angle from the Dominion’s wrist, she angled her arm so that it was pointing directly at the man’s upper chest, neck and face. It was close enough that she was confident the damage would leave him senseless if momentarily. And give her a much needed opening.
With a slight reverberation that he could now feel, the blast of concussive kinetic energy exploded into his face. In action that would have been a semblance of instinct she released his wrist, flipped her hand around to the hilt of the dagger and the top of his fist and attempted to clamp down on the dagger. It was that action that acted independently from her right arm which lashed forward to grab the arm that was holding on to her leg in hopes that if he felt backwards she would follow through with him and land on top of him. It wasn’t entirely important if she suffered a minimal damage from this endeavor but were it to be successful she would release the magnetics, land on top of him and attempt to incapacitate him. In a simple fashion would be preferential, but as she continued to scan over the data collected she knew it would require a great deal more.
Should she succeed in toppling the daunting male, she would place her right knee across his throat with her foot against his left arm and left right foot against his right hand with her center mass against his chest. Allowing her time to ascertain the location and custody of the dangerous blade and present herself with a forward moving contingency.
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Post by Agent Dominion on Sept 12, 2016 23:25:54 GMT -8
Of the quick thinking that Dominion had, thinking through a plan quickly and enacting on it, it was things like these that messed that up. Not his planning, but his thinking. It messed up his plans as well, but small matter. And those things were? Hidden weapons that Dominion had no option but to be oblivious to where they were exactly on his foe's body. Like, a propulsion blast from her wrist, for example. He had thought that had come from her palms. But, what can you do?
A blast of energy slammed into Dominion's face right as he felt that she, for some reason, wasn't moving from her position as he tried to move her. The blast jogged his head, All he saw was white and a loud ringing in his ears that kept his train of thought at bay. He loosened his grip on her leg because of that, but the Dagger? For another strange reason, his grip tightened on it. Dominion felt his back hit the floor, and a heavy being land on top of him, put a knee to his throat and lock down his arms. His consciousness came back now fully.
He couldn't breath, his arms were pinned. He looked up and saw her, ontop of him. He only had two options here. One, she went over his head, or she went over his chest. With this... brick like knee on his throat, if he pushed her over his head, it could break his neck and destroy his airways. That marked down that option.
When you train for the Sith, you have to be able to do just about anything. At least his program thought so. And even if you aren't a being that's inherently flexible, there's always ways of training your body to be so.
His whole upper body was down, but his lower body was free. In a last ditch effort, Dominion lifted both of his legs up and back. He felt the pressure increase on his neck, but it was a chance he had to take. Hopefully the injections would work their magic and make him a little tougher to break. His feet would wrap around her neck, and with a grunt that he would let out if only he were able to, spittle flying out instead, yank her back down. It was possible to really mess up someone's neck that way, but Dominion was getting the feeling it wouldn't hurt her that much. She didn't have bones, did she?
He would attempt to slam her head against the floor, releasing the pressure on his throat and hands. He tried desperately to wiggle his right hand free, and if it was possible to do so, he would start frantically stabbing into her nearest wrist.
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Post by Soku Ren on Sept 13, 2016 16:30:48 GMT -8
Blocked, pretty much blocked, and then the third one landed....GOOD! The palm thrust to the heart struck home, and Adieumus followed him as the darksider stumbled backward, keeping the distance close between them. The man's saber came down, and started to slash upward at a diagonal. Instinctively, Adi's right hand came down, and tried to put itself in the path of the weapon...again, encasing his hand in the force. However, between all of the reactionary powers he had been using, and the fact he started this fight at less than peak capacity to begin with....it was far less effective than he hoped it would be. Yes, the saber -was- stopped, but not before penetrating nearly halfway into the barrier erected to block it, and burning Adi's hand fairly severely.
The acrid smell of singed flesh filled the air, and Matango grunted out in pain. It, however, still managed to do the trick, and kept the weapon from striking its target. His left hand shot forward in another palm thrust, and tried to slam itself bridge of his adversary's nose. The pain in his right hand was growing....the skin cracked, burned, oozing from the burn. It was almost as if he had tried to grab a heated durasteel rod without a glove. It would severely hamper his ability to use the appendage, to be sure.
Sweat was starting to bead on Adi's forehead, and his shirt was soaked. His breathing was growing more and more rapid, and his heart rate was increasing as well. If this fight didn't end soon...if the crew didn't hurry things up...Matango wasn't sure he could hold out.
Perhaps, with the hasty and failed attempt to catch the blade on his arm, Soku had gained the upper hand rather quickly. Only time would tell such, but he certainly hoped he had; this man was only the first of many insects he intended to crush this day.* |
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Post by Thea Lockwood on Sept 13, 2016 18:49:21 GMT -8
Thea nodded at Atton's request. If anyone thought she was gonna get in the middle of this madness, they were crazy. She was no fighter and she knew it. When Atton stood in front of her, she couldn't help but smile again. He was acting like her own personal bodyguard and she had no problems with that. She felt the force build around Atton like he was getting ready to jump into battle at any moment. Something in the stance he took, made her like him instantly. Her smile and happy feelings were short lived when her attention was again drawn towards the two fighting. She watched them moving against each other and stared in wonder. She could never be capable of that. She was lucky if she didn't fall on her face coming down a set of stairs too fast, let alone the stuff that they were doing. When the woman had Dominion on the ground, she gasped and stepped forward, making a motion to grab Atton's upper arm in reassurance to herself. Maybe this woman wouldn't just stop with Dominion, maybe she would come after them next. Thea looked up at Atton pleadingly.
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E`yame Matango
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Post by E`yame Matango on Sept 13, 2016 19:05:28 GMT -8
Noble turned his head and narrowed his eyes at the death glare the girl was giving him as she ...rather roughly yanked opened the restraints holding Anna.Hold up- I didn't say you were done. Noble said with a shake of his head. He motioned with one of his hands for E'yame to once more approach the capsule.Now that she's unrestrained, you need to set her upright, so she can cough and clear the fluid from her sinuses- or she'll drown like that. He frowned slightly, wondering if this girl would even be reliable. Oh how he missed Thea- even in captivity, she was always reliable. Briefly, he wondered where she was, and if she was even still alive.Normally I'd do it myself- but I cannot leave the console, or The Array will take full control again- and Anna can't do it herself either. She's unconscious. He hesitated, and gave E'yame an almost pleading expression.Look- I know she's not your favorite person right now, but none of this has been her doing. She's been unconscious the whole time- for 2 years. I really, seriously need your help. No one else can do what I need you to do right now, and if she dies- all this suffering from the crew, and even yourself, will be for nothing- so, please, try to save your anger for later- until we're out of here.
"I will free her, but if you EVER order me to do something again, I will rip out your throat."Eya would never actually do that, but she was in a really bad mood and threatening the doctor made her feel a little better. Taking off her gauntlets again, she reached into the liquid and grabbed onto Anna's body, lifting her up. This girl looked like she weighed five pounds when in reality she was a bit heavy, maybe over one hundred pounds. She looked at the capsule and had an idea. She grabbed Anna under her arms and tried to scoot her back to the edge of the opening, so she stayed in an upright position. |
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Post by Loki on Sept 13, 2016 19:07:17 GMT -8
The child nestled quite comfortably within the Zabrak's large hand, peering at him curiously as he spoke. She seemed to like his deep voice. She glanced around at the cave now- from her elevated position, noting all the shining markings and crystals on the walls, but eventually her eyes always found Loki's figure again.
We found her like that,
A woman's voice suddenly echoed in the chamber- and if Loki would look around, he'd see a young woman, black hair, jedi robes, standing there, looking distant but also very aware- as if she didn't quite belong, like loki, yet, she was still part of the memory, unlike himself.
It was strange. After my team found her- I took it upon myself to raise her as my own child.
She walked over to one of the walls, running her hand along its script covered surface.
It took me three years to decipher even a fraction of this. It says something about a gateway, some kind of connection between this place, and a place where time no longer exists.
The woman shook her head with a small smile.
I'm still unsure what it means. Perhaps this place, is some kind of gate way. Perhaps that is where she came from. I've never been sure.She suddenly stiffened, blinking and looking directly at the Zabrak, a great awareness behind her calm, balanced eyes.
Have you come to take her out of this place? She's been imprisoned here for far too long.
It was clear the woman was not talking about this cave. She spoke as if the prison was more of a physical one, collapsed into a form Anna's own mind could understand on the mental plain.
The question she asked was rhetorical. She knew the Zabrak's answer. Why else would he be in this memory- if not to take the very first inkling of the Seer back where she belonged, awake in her own mind, uncaged by the weight of The Array. The woman motioned for Loki to follow, as she started walking out through the caverns, heading out into the open.
If that is your quest, Zabrak, you should know that her captor still has a strong hold. You are so close to the end, and that is when it will strike hardest. Loki held the baby as a voice spoke out and he turned fearing the Array but no....
Anna's mother Loki wondered to him self as he followed her. Anna still in his hand, though now he brought her closer into his chest protectively. Loki was still trying to process the strangeness of this new person, perhaps it was trick of the Array? Or worse yet a figment of his own mind playing tricks? But no..This outside of the few occurrences where Anna had noticed him, this woman saw him as well. Strange.."How do you come to be here?" He asked pointedly as the baby cooed against his robes, pulling on them gently. "You aside from Anna her self are the first to notice me...and The Array of course.." He said almost as an afterthought. "How?" He asked...looking around as they walked through the caverns.
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