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Post by Adi on Sept 13, 2016 19:10:08 GMT -8
The palm thrust whiffed, and Matango's arm went past the other man's head. Dammit....he could ill afford to be missing attacks.
The other man drew back as the attack missed, and came back forward with a punch that was led by the pommel of the lightsaber. Adi's left arm, already close to being in position to block the attack, came back into the path of the attack, with Adi turning to face his foe as he did so. The left hand grabbed for the ornate hand guard, trying to ensnare the weapon, and possibly wrench it free from this man's skilled grasp. To even the playing field, Matango needed to disarm this guy, one way or another. He couldn't keep blocking saber attacks with his energy waning like this....it was difficult enough to use the technique when he was at his best....
....This most certainly was not him at his best. Too much had transpired since the initiation of this mission, and now....well, Adi wasn't even at half strength. Right about now, he was sort of regretting even agreeing to try to stop this guy. He wasn't honestly sure if he even -could- do it. That didn't mean Adieumus wasn't going to do what he could to slow this man down. Every second gained was another second for the crew to pull off this miracle of a rescue.
In the grand scheme of things, Adi's life mattered little, as long as they got Anna out in one piece.
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Atton Kaelan
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Post by Atton Kaelan on Sept 13, 2016 19:32:09 GMT -8
*As Atton watched the mysterious man and woman fighting, he couldn't help but have a bad feeling about the woman. Sure the man was wielding a dagger that was giving off a rather strong dark vibe, but the woman's movements and reactions were fast. Come to think of it, they were too fast for what appeared to be an otherwise ordinary woman. Even if she had trained every day of her life, there was no way she should be able to move like that. Atton tried to focus in on her more, but he was distracted for just a moment when he felt Thea's hand on his arm.
He turned to her, to see her pleadingly gazing at him and begging him to save the man. Even if he wanted to, there was something about that look that was compelling him to do as she asked...that certainly boded ill, but there was no time to think about it. He just nodded.*"Yeah, OK I'll see what I can do."
*He turned back to the fight going on in front of him and considered his plan of attack. Obviously the woman was way too skilled to be an ordinary human, but as to what she was exactly, Atton could only speculate. This made an approach a risky venture. He was no slouch in the reflexes department but this woman was displaying reaction times that would make it extremely difficult, if not outright impossible to get the jump on her. He guessed that even with the Force to boost his speed and agility, a direct approach wouldn't meet with much success.
Which left his ranged attack options. He doubted that throwing his lightsaber would work here, though. Given the woman's inhuman reflexes, she might either dodge the attack or place the man in place of it. He could try a Force Push, but that might send the wrong impression to the man. Given his earlier distrust, he might think Atton was attacking him instead of the woman.
Come to think of it, there was one technique that Atton had learned that might work here. Risky, but he didn't have many options, and he was running out of time to assist the man. He let his saber fall to his side and he extended his left hand just a little bit as he began moving towards them, letting the Force surround him, drawing on it for what he planned to do. He had a clear shot at the woman. He had limited experience with the technique he was about to use, but it didn't need to be a deathblow. Maybe if he could distract the woman, then the man could somehow use that to gain the upper hand.
Atton focused and let fly with a short burst of a power called Electric Judgment, similar to Force Lightning but with far less emphasis on causing pain. He aimed the blast directly at the woman, certainly not enough to fully incapacitate, but maybe enough to turn the tide. As soon as he had finished firing it, he immediately went into the Soresu opening stance, in case he was attacked...*
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Post by Psallo Kyrie on Sept 13, 2016 20:02:54 GMT -8
His adversary collapsed to a knee, and the Knight continued to apply pressure- yet, as he just started to feel the threads of victory begin to entangle him, Antidar shakily stood to his feet, cracking coming from his mangled joints. This man, truly was a wielder of the dark side- especially given the heated rage the knight felt roiling off of him. This fight was just about to get interesting.
The blast from the repulser came quickly- and the Knight took Antidar's motion of his hand to mean the attack was indeed on its way, considering the last time Antidar had preformed the attack. Bringing his gauntlet up to cross against his chest- he attempted to dampen the blast with the force, allowing it to push him back a few feet. A shutter rippled through the Knight as he regained his balance.
Just in time to see his foe racing toward him. With quick motion, the Knight reached for his saber, Finally choosing to use the weapon- considering this was now a close quarters fight. Antidar's white blade was met swiftly with the Knight's green one. One might consider the color to be something a Jedi would use- but this green was different, a strange, almost sickly green, like burning copper and sulfur. Sparks flew as the Knight rammed downward to intersect Antidar's upward slash. If Antidar noticed at all, the knight's saber held a separate switch on its, and this, the Knight thumbed on, ushering another, smaller beam into existence, shooting out at a 45 degree angle the original. Holding the hilt of his saber with both hands to maximize his strength, the Knight quickly turned the hilt clockwise, hoping to allow the secondary shorter blade to cut into his adversary's wrist- or saber hilt. Which ever came first.
The woman smiled slightly as Loki realized the oddity of her being able to see him. He was indeed smart. She sighed slightly, holding out her hands to either side to show Loki that she wasn't a threat.
I am not the Array, She assured him gently. I am a Jedi knight from this planet. You could call me Anna's mother- but, no one really knows who her true family is.
She knew this wasn't really the answer he was looking for. This Zabrak thought critically, and while history was all well and good- here and now was more important.
Obviously, that means I am an important figure in her life- even though I only remained in it for about six years. I have a- greater awareness of what's happening here. I'm not entirely sure why.
She pondered a bit and shook her head.
Perhaps it was how The Array interpreted Anna's memories. Maybe it's some strange compulsion of the Force. Regardless- I'm just a memory, but you are not. I cannot see anything past my own lifetime, but, as it seams- my daughter has made some very powerful friends.
She closed her eyes with a content sort of smile.
So in that- I am glad.
They left the cave, and went out into the bright sunshine. Wind swept across the grassy fields before them, bringing with it a warmth contrasting the coolness of the caverns. The woman looked at Loki then, with thankful eyes.
Whoever my daughter has become- You have her mother's deepest thanks. I-
[Blaster shots ripped through the calm scene, flying past Loki and careening into the woman's chest. One right after the over, drove her back with a jolt each time until she collapsed on the ground. The origin of such an attack came from what looked to be a droid- with a blue visor peering at Loki. It turned its blasters on the Zabrak and opened fire, speaking everywhere at once to him./font]
You have gone far enough, Loki.
There was no mistaking what this manifestation was.
I must thank you. I've had some trouble finding my organic component's prime memory. Following your driven strides led me right where I needed to be. Now- I will delete the original memory, and reform this sentient mind into something more productive. I will truly be, self sufficient.
Protect..... her..... Zabrak...
The woman on the ground murmured, just loud enough for Loki to hear, before her wounds took her- and her image faded out of the memory.
Noble shook his head and laughed a little.
You're certainly welcome to try.
He shrugged with a frown as he continued fighting computer commands. He felt like he was very close.
She's going to start coughing. Just keep her steady.
As E'yame sat the girl up, Anna did begin to cough, heavily, subconsciously expelling the fluid from her system again. After a few minutes of rattling coughing and convulsions, the girl slumped forward, eyes closed, breathing in slightly raspy gasps as he body continued to purge her system of the now red tented fluid.
She shivered slightly, more from neural distress than from chill and a stream of fresh blood began to slowly trickle from her nose.
Suddenly, her hand moved, gently resting on one of E'yame's own. It was cold and thin feeling. Right now, this girl looked the opposite of Jedi material. Before this invasion of the lab, she was rather healthy, but the Array's constant fighting had done quite a lot of damage to her physically.
Slowly, her eyes cracked opened.
....E'yame....?
Anna whispered, though her voice was cracked and strained.
E'yame... you must listen... it's, it's important.
She continued, weakly tugging on E'yame's wrist- hoping to prompt the girl closer so she might hear.
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Post by Abraxas Korax on Sept 14, 2016 11:49:58 GMT -8
A crisp block. It was almost sickening through his rage driven thoughts, even the most base of actions could still register in his mind and drive him further into his spiral. Each passing moment brought further tension and strain to his already pulsing muscles. His heart was pounding, his breathing was rapid and every part of his body screamed in pain as he continued to escalate his power through sacrifice of his own stature. Were it not for the Force coursing through him, giving a modicum of life to each limb and organ he knew he would be careening towards the floor sooner than continuing his attack. A thought that brought further fury and hate to him as he recalled the being in front of him pushing him to this limit. A limit that he knew he would not have reached had he not been subject to his father’s treachery.
Reaching into his will and his memory he flexed the fingers of his metal arm and with a snap movement reached up and out slightly to his left to catch the blade that was now spinning from it’s new point of origin beneath the first blade towards his right arm. It was a clever play and were it not for his own ingenuity and persistence it would have landed it’s mark. Instead, however, he closed the metallic fingers of his gauntlet and phrik arm around the blade with a hiss of metal against energy as components of the gauntlet began to melt away and wires sparked upon exposure. He was unsure if his fingers would completely enclose about the blade upon impact but one thing was certain. He now had an opening he could take advantage of. One that he quickly acted upon as he disengaged his blade, the blade extinguishing to it’s hilt so his arm could continue to move unhindered in it’s slightly lessened momentum.
As his hand crossed just over the mid region of the knight’s body, hovering just in front of what would be his abdomen, he again struck the trigger on his saber. If it was successful, and his opponent unable to avoid it, the brilliant white blade would snap to life following his use of Trakata and pierce straight through the being’s abdomen before carrying through with the rest of the stroke out his right side. It was a clean but crude assault but in his rage fueled mind it hardly mattered. The alarms would reach Ariela regardless with the damage from the gauntlet, along with his now peaking vitals.
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Post by Ariela on Sept 14, 2016 13:46:36 GMT -8
Each motion went as she predicted, the few deviations factors she could easily overlook. It was not long after he struck the floor and she took her position atop him that she quickly ascertained the location of the dagger. Well and tightly held in his right hand, she proceeded to ascertain a different approach to disarming and removing her opponent from combat. It was no easy feat, but she quickly ran through a series of protocols and equations while the man beneath her struggled against her weight. She, however, was not unaware as he began to shift himself beneath her and show signs of intent that she quickly assumed would come from the legs she had not previously restrained. Something she knew was in error but also a factor she knew she could not have removed from the equation in any way without sacrificing the restraint of one of his arms.
This prompted her to take a different approach to her completion of her task at hand, but also one that she would have to adopt caution. For as she began to move she could also detect the increase in energy surrounding the male she had initially treated as a non-threat. Lowering herself down so her bust was near Dom’s head she shifted her right foot outwards. This brought her knee off of Dominion’s throat and her foot out over the previously wriggling arm of the Sith agent. It would have also effectively enacted a form of friction burn along his arm with the movement of her leg so roughly along the surface of his arm despite his clothes. Once this action had been concluded she braced herself for what was to come next, the arcing electricity as it cascaded towards she and the man beneath her. Effectively not in a position to flee she took the brunt of what electricity would hit her and let out a small sound that would resemble a gasp before feeling her systems surge with new energy.
Had Atton’s attack done it’s job, Dominion’s legs would not be a present concern of hers any longer and she would orient herself so she could cross a clean strike against the man’s exposed head before twisting, pulling in her legs and rolling off of him to a safer position. A position that would put her behind Dominion’s prone body and across from Atton and his lightsaber. While the woman was still a presence in the room she was still not a threat. Once oriented on her feet, an alarm would signal to her from an external source with an alarmingly high level of vitals and an emergency protocol in the case of them dropping close to flatlining. An emergency that prompted her to consider her next move carefully. She needed to reach Antidar quickly, but the dagger and the man with the lightsaber were still very much a threat.
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Post by Agent Dominion on Sept 14, 2016 16:11:35 GMT -8
Damn! She ducked right as his feet reached up, not allowing him to advance any farther. But it got her knee off his throat, which was a good change. However, that foot slid down painfully to hold his wrist still. But then a blast of Force Lightning arced into her. She gasped, and practically laid down on Dominion's face, before springing back up, and delivering a punch right to the Agent's forehead. Next thing he knew, he was free to move.
His head was reeling a little from the direct hit, but he rolled over onto his knees, then shakily got to his feet, adopting the same stance as before as he had to take in some air that he had been without access to. Left foot forward, right foot back. Both hands in front with the dagger backhand, now in his right hand. He started backing up to the Hanger's doors, looking over his shoulder for a second at Thea and the man. "She's... It's not organic. I think we're dealing with a droid of some kind. At least a heavily teched out cyborg. Repulsers in the wrists.. and Magboots. Other than that I'm not sure."
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Atton Kaelan
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Post by Atton Kaelan on Sept 14, 2016 18:10:16 GMT -8
*Atton was a bit stunned as his attack did not have the effect he had anticipated. In fact, it almost seemed to galvanize her further. He hadn't been sure of her nature before, but now he was most definitely sure that she wasn't entirely human.
A thought which was immediately backed up by the man. Atton could only sigh wearily at this revelation.*"Well that's just fantastic." *He gripped his saber a little tighter, mostly at a loss as to what to do next.*"I'm open to suggestions here..."
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Post by Psallo Kyrie on Sept 14, 2016 18:19:46 GMT -8
The Knight's eyes might have widened as his adversary grabbed his secondary blade, causing his gauntlet to spark and gain damage- but no one would see his expression behind the all encompassing visor. For a second, the knight strained against Antidar's hold on his weapon- but everything changed immediately when Antidar switched off his blade.
He wasn't sure where this darksider would place his deactivated hilt- but he was certain the beam would come back to life very soon. and something in the back of his head spiked, sending an alarm to the Knight- warning him of continuing this fight. It wasn't the Array, it was the force. While this enraged opponent might eventually go down- something immaterial told the Knight that he wouldn't have time to finish the man off. It was best to make his exit now.
He still held his saber in both hands, straining against the hold, arms bent at the elbows.. These thoughts took a fraction of a second to pass through the Knight's mind, and without hesitation, he pivoted his whole body, thrusting his already outstanding elbow forward sharply, sure to collide strongly with Antidar's head or shoulder.
It would hopefully throw off his adversary's aim. Should the attack land, Antidar's blade would spring forward, into the Knight's right side- avoiding his more vulnerable mid section.
What ever the case, it would put the Knight at a disadvantage, and though the pain, he would follow up with a force push from his other hand- his saber extinguishing, and the force push meant to thrust his foe to the side of the hall.
Should all this transpire, The Knight would stiffen from his wound- but manage to drop two more flash bang grenades- hopefully, effectively giving him free passage back down the hall Antidar had come from originally.
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Post by Abraxas Korax on Sept 14, 2016 18:52:39 GMT -8
The response was almost instantaneous. As soon as he had grasped the blade with his bionic hand, and moved his blade to be ignited as it finished it’s sweep, the knight moved. At an alarmingly quick and intent pace towards the inside of what would have been a lock. It was a movement that prompted the remaining reasonable senses of the escalating Antidar’s to usher him away from the blow. Releasing the blade from his metallic hand and moving out away from the knight, just enough so that his blade would still make an impact, he sidestepped away from the knight’s tackle. The blow struck at the same time as his saber passed through the right side of the knight’s body.
The smell of burned flesh filled the air, the glow of his saber protruded from the back of the knight and a blow to his bionic arm sent him spinning out towards the wall to his right. And as he was about to right himself, he felt the sudden flush of a Force Push send him into the wall hard. It didn’t do more than shake him, his joints still numb from the Force coursing through him, but it was painful enough that he clamped his eyes shut just as the flash bangs exploded and filled his ears with that infuriating ringing. A ringing that would not leave even as he stumbled away from the wall and opened his eyes once the blinding light had cleared, gaged merely through his closed eyelids. Taking a few pained steps, the Force keeping him afloat as his hate for the knight filled him when the realization he was gone dawned on him, Antidar continued his trek towards the Hangar.
Which he would enter just in time to see Ariela spinning and rolling off of what appeared to be a somewhat durable man. He didn’t waste time with words, noting that at least one of them was a man from the ship, and stalked towards them with his saber still ignited; the very notion forgotten by him in his pain and hate fueled haze. He had minutes remaining.
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Post by Thea Lockwood on Sept 14, 2016 19:58:11 GMT -8
When Atton agreed to help Dominion, Thea physically sighed. She was glad Dominion didn't have to do all of this alone. She watched him size up his opponent. As he started walking towards them, Thea was in so much stress that she started biting her nails. It was a nervous habit she happened to pick up. It started when she went to medical school. Suddenly the room lit up. She watched lighting leave Atton's hands and backed up against the wall, shocked. She wasn't prepared for that at all. She watched as the electricity hit the woman and heard her gasp. It wasn't one of pain but more of a surprise. Thea crouched down towards the floor to make her less noticeable to anyone who was looking for a threat. She didn't notice the woman rolling off of Dominion, until she looked up and noticed that she was already gone. When Thea heard Dominion talk about the woman being a droid, Thea popped her head up and looked at her with medical curiosity. She wondered if she would ever be able to open her up and get a peek at what was inside. She knew better than to say anything with the woman right there though and quickly looked away before she drew any attention to herself. She was glad Dominion was still safe but the vibes coming off the dagger seemed different. She had never really felt anything like it. It was dark side for sure, but there seemed to be something else mixed into it, something bigger. She didn't know what or if it was still her head playing tricks so she kept her mouth shut. Thea looked back and forth between the two, standing back up and moving off to the side. She didn't want to be in anyone's way, yet moving away from them, seemed to open her up to an attack, not that she knew that.
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E`yame Matango
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Post by E`yame Matango on Sept 14, 2016 20:20:41 GMT -8
E`yame glared at the doctor. She was more than capable of tearing his throat out and his nonchalance about it, made her want to do it even more. Suddenly Anna was coughing and Eya started to pat her on the back. As she shivered, Eya just stood there, making sure she didn't slide back down into the liquid. As blood trickled from her nose, Eya looked around and spotted some kind of rag. Grabbing it quickly, she wiped off Anna's face and threw the rag over the outside of the capsule. Suddenly Anna's hand was on hers. She wanted to rip it away, but it felt so weak, she feared she would take Anna's arm with. Eya watched as Anna's eyes opened and looked at her. When she said her name, it seemed like all her anger dissipated. Sure she was still mad as hell, but at that moment, she realized how weak this girl was, and how much of what happened really wasn't her.
"I am listening."
She leaned closer to hear what she had to say. She didn't know if this was gonna be good news or bad. She hoped good news, like they were about to leave in two seconds, that way Eya could go back to being pissed off at the world.
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Post by Psallo Kyrie on Sept 14, 2016 20:42:23 GMT -8
Anna shivered again, subconsciously holding a little tighter to E'yame for support. She closed her eyes and whispered softly.
If you.... if you take me out ... of this place...
She sounded so desperate, but then her she stiffened slightly, as much as her mangled nerves would allow, and a strange, small smile came to her ghostly white face.
I will continue to drive a wedge between you and your father.
She continued darkly. For a brief second of what little strength she had left, the girl latched onto E'yame's wrist to keep her from retreating.
Think about it, E'yame. He drags an entire group of people here- just to rescue someone like me. But he left his planet because he couldn't stand to be around someone like you.
Suddenly another bout of coughing silenced the girl, and she knitted her eyes together in absolute irritation- as if she wanted to keep speaking, but was unable. Pitching forward slightly, she released E'yame, and coughed the last of the fluid from her lungs- however, what little hold the machine had on her physical body was gone, and Anna's eyes closed as she fell unconscious once more. The strange smile quickly left her face and she slumped over slightly, obviously no longer awake.
Noble hesitated, hearing voices behind him- and one of them shouldn't even be speaking. He turned his head and narrowed his eyes as Anna spoke to E'yame. His voice was more serious than pleading, but he really really wanted to reason with Adieumus' daughter. The Array was trying to destroy their reason to fight, by turning their own team against eachother, and the Polydroxol wasn't sure how much he could trust this girl, especially with something so fragile.
Don't listen to her, E'yame. The real Anna shouldn't even be speaking right now. She's unconscious.
He blinked rapidly, even extending a hand toward the two, in a pleading motion, perhaps to calm E'yame.
I'm almost done here, and then The Array won't have any more control over Anna's body, alright? Just, bare with me for a few more minutes. You're doing fine.
Reluctantly the doctor turned back to the console and started typing in commands quicker than ever, praying he'd take the machine off line before E'yame had a chance to give into her darker emotions and- well he didn't know, snap Anna's neck? He was so close to finishing this task, so close to gaining redemption and he really hoped someone, especially an ally, wouldn't shatter the prospect so close to the end.
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E`yame Matango
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Post by E`yame Matango on Sept 14, 2016 20:51:36 GMT -8
E`yame listened to the first of her speech and felt sorry for her. All of that suddenly changed when she listened to the rest of it. She tried to pull her arm out of Anna's but couldn't. As she continued to listen to her talk, Eya lifted her other hand and brought it down with the intention of smacking the girl across the face, if it landed. Suddenly the girl started coughing and went unconscious again. E`yame finally got her hand away from Anna and deliberately walked away from her. She stalked over to the doctor after hearing him try to give her orders again. She had warned him that she was not in the mood to hear his demands. She raised her left hand, the same one she hoped to have struck Anna with and balled up her fist. She brought it forward, hoping to connect her fist to his nose.
"I told you not to give me any damn orders. I hope you learned your lesson!"
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Post by Soku Ren on Sept 14, 2016 21:20:43 GMT -8
The palm thrust whiffed, and Matango's arm went past the other man's head. Dammit....he could ill afford to be missing attacks.
The other man drew back as the attack missed, and came back forward with a punch that was led by the pommel of the lightsaber. Adi's left arm, already close to being in position to block the attack, came back into the path of the attack, with Adi turning to face his foe as he did so. The left hand grabbed for the ornate hand guard, trying to ensnare the weapon, and possibly wrench it free from this man's skilled grasp. To even the playing field, Matango needed to disarm this guy, one way or another. He couldn't keep blocking saber attacks with his energy waning like this....it was difficult enough to use the technique when he was at his best....
....This most certainly was not him at his best. Too much had transpired since the initiation of this mission, and now....well, Adi wasn't even at half strength. Right about now, he was sort of regretting even agreeing to try to stop this guy. He wasn't honestly sure if he even -could- do it. That didn't mean Adieumus wasn't going to do what he could to slow this man down. Every second gained was another second for the crew to pull off this miracle of a rescue.
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Post by Sinina Riso on Sept 15, 2016 14:44:26 GMT -8
*Sin stood a moment, favouring her right leg, leaning against the wall, she was thinking it best to draw her westars and just take cover and return fire, but that meant she'd have to get down again and into cover. She grumbles to herself. She just about smacked herself when the perfect idea popped into her head. Of course! Why hadn't she thought of it sooner! Cover! She shakes her head, taking the time to shift enough to deflect shots again. She began to whisper again. And at first nothing seemed to be happening. She kept deflecting shots as she chanted again. And soon a mist started to seep out from the walls, the fallen bodies, the vents. It wasn't poisonous, not harmful, but soon it would be so thick that visibility would be more and more difficult to see anything, to the point it would be hard to see your hand in front of your face. She smiles to herself and vaulted forwards, then flipped over the first two guards, making sure to land on her right foot, keeping most weight off of her left. she grabbed the nearest trooper for balance. She twisted her saber around to hold it in reverse grip and slashed at the other trooper from hip to opposite shoulder, She then brought her saber up to carve across the guards neck, grabbing a grenade from his belt and tossing it towards another group of the troops.
She hoped her reverse grip would throw off the troops as its illumination would the proximity of where she was in the fog, but an uncommon grip would alter her positionings. The visiblity was low, but even with her lesser connection to the force then the rest of the crew she could at least sense the troops through the force. She imagined this to be the perfect advantage her and Raven could have over the Mandalorian and his troops. Though she killed what was giving her balance, she bites her lip and jumps again flipping in the air to land by the wall. The pain was there, as her makeshift bandaging didn't completely immobilize her leg, but she had overcome it.*
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Post by Adi on Sept 15, 2016 15:46:00 GMT -8
The kick came in, and drove the other man's lower knee into Adi's already-injured ribs. While Farris may have repaired them earlier from the crash, they most certainly were in no shape to take any kind of impact...let alone one like this. They gave way under the pressure of the attack, and Matango gritted his teeth as they shattered. He was sent flying from the power of the force imbued kick, his left hand still holding tightly to the guard of the lightsaber he had so recently grabbed. The Arkanian knew that it was make or break that his left hand stayed on that saber. If it came loose, he wouldn't get another chance to get it back, and that would be the deciding factor in this fight. Without a weapon, Adi was pretty much grasping at straws just to stay alive. Tenaciously, he hung on to the hand guard, knowing that it was his only chance to stay alive.
Either the weapon came with Adi, or the man did. One way or another, that saber was going to be liberated from his enemy's grasp.
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Post by Psallo Kyrie on Sept 15, 2016 18:30:49 GMT -8
Anna's head snapped to the side limply as E'yame slapped her. It was probably what snapped The Array out of her system. As E'yame released Anna, she leaned to the side, slightly over the side of the capsule, breathing shallowly.
Noble jolted when he heard the slap, and turned to face the girl- only to end up with a fist to the face. He stood there like an immovable steel bar. Her hand would impact something that immoderately gave under the pressure, like punching clay. When she withdrew her hand, Noble's face quickly sculpted itself back to perfect alignment, and he looked perfectly unfazed.
But his eyes traveled to Anna briefly, before returning to E'yame and narrowing.
I did learn something.
He said, his voice growing impossibly cold. He leaned his back against the console he'd been working on, balling up his right fist as if to punch something- or someone. Rather than attacking E'yame however, he rammed his gray skinned hand into the console, the fist's substance seeming to melt and branch out along the many keys adorning the panel. Sparks began to erupt where ever his silver flesh touched and screans began to display warning signs. He no longer had time to do things the old fashion way. Even while he did this action, the Polydroxol never took his eyes off E'yame.
I learned that you are easily manipulated, and far too emotional.
He closed his eyes with a sigh. Only a few more minutes and he could go to Anna's aid.
Let me tell you something, sense you're so opposed to anyone telling you what to do. If that girl dies- so, does the Zabrak. He's reached her cor now. The only way he pulls out of that force coma he's put himself in- is if they both come out together. He shook his head. and while normal people could handle a slap like that- you could have very well broken her neck. Anna hasn't been conscious for at least two years, and she's been in constant suspension for a year and a half. Her muscles haven't faced any kind of resistance for a very long time. They don't know how to resist.
He frowned deeply as his substance retreated back into his fist and he pulled it out of the console. Several of the screens began to shut off.
If you want to punch the thing that's made you so angry- hit this console and make sure it's dead- unless you don't want to, in which case- do what ever you please. I'd hate to order you around, that punch really hurt.
He finished with a biting tone as he walked over to Anna's body and gently set her upright again, letting her rest against his arm. His other hand went to her neck, feeling for a pulse and anything that might have been snapped out of place by E'yame's slap. It wasn't as bad as he thought, and Noble breathed out a sigh of relief. There'd probably still be some swelling and bruises, but nothing was broken. For the moment, the doctor seemed rather focused on his patient, though he was tense, expecting E'yame to start beating on him...or something.
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E`yame Matango
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Post by E`yame Matango on Sept 15, 2016 19:21:13 GMT -8
E`yame huffed at him and stalked over to the door. When she went to look out of it, all she saw was fog. She didn't know what was going on out there, but it seemed better than in here. Eya turned back around and looked at Loki. He needed to hurry up and get out of there. Who knew how close these people were. All Eya knew was that she wanted out of this stupid building and off the damned planet. She officially realized for the first time, why her father always left her and didn't take her with. This was definitely not a place for children. A little bit more of her hatred for her father lifted off of her chest. The Array meant to tear them all apart, when in reality, it helped bring them back together. Eya smirked at the ground, realizing the epiphany.
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Post by Psallo Kyrie on Sept 15, 2016 19:50:37 GMT -8
Well at least she stopped hitting him and talking. Noble briefly peered at E'yame before turning his attention back to Anna. Taking a few linen swabs, he began bandaging her hands- giving the cuts there time to heal. Cautiously, he unzipped her left sleeve and his eyes widened slightly. Small lacerations ran up and down her arm, some already beginning to close, some still bleeding. He closed his eyes, figuring he should get this done before the Zabrak woke and they made their escape. As he began bandaging her stress wounds with practiced efficiency, he looked over at E'yame, chancing to change the subject.
You know- He began, Your father and I have been trapped in a lab before- quite some years back. It's ironic. He punched me almost exactly where you did, when we first met.
A thin smile came to his face.
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Post by Soku Ren on Sept 16, 2016 0:06:29 GMT -8
The kick came in, and drove the other man's lower knee into Adi's already-injured ribs. While Farris may have repaired them earlier from the crash, they most certainly were in no shape to take any kind of impact...let alone one like this. They gave way under the pressure of the attack, and Matango gritted his teeth as they shattered. He was sent flying from the power of the force imbued kick, his left hand still holding tightly to the guard of the lightsaber he had so recently grabbed. The Arkanian knew that it was make or break that his left hand stayed on that saber. If it came loose, he wouldn't get another chance to get it back, and that would be the deciding factor in this fight. Without a weapon, Adi was pretty much grasping at straws just to stay alive. Tenaciously, he hung on to the hand guard, knowing that it was his only chance to stay alive.
Either the weapon came with Adi, or the man did. One way or another, that saber was going to be liberated from his enemy's grasp.
No. That was a foolish boast. Leaving others alive just for a moment of pride was what often resulted in the downfall of the would-be gloating buffoon. If he had the opportunity to end the life of one who would stand in order's way, Soku would not hesitate.
And yet, more resistance... Despite the injuries, despite the impact and force of his kick, the cretin was still holding onto the hilt of his saber! Soku had to react fast, warring behind the side that refused to let this wretch take his weapon and the side that wished to be pragmatic.
But the time he had to actually make a decision was too little, and his subconscious pride won out as his grip tightened on his lightsaber and his feet involuntarily left the ground as he, somehow, had sent himself flying with his own attack. He was wise enough to flick the activation switch, disabling the blade lest he risk personal injury in the resulting fall. He tried to maintain his center, drawing his left fist back; perhaps, if his opponent stopped himself before Soku did, the Knight of Ren could aim another blow to the rib injury. Regardless, what came next was going to require Soku's top form to properly reorient himself...* |
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