Adi
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Post by Adi on Sept 16, 2016 19:59:21 GMT -8
Airborne....with Adi kind of 'in the lead' of the aerial dance. It was about the best position he could be in, considering the circumstances. For the first time in the entire fight, Matango had a chance to take the initiative from the enemy. It had only taken a few broken ribs, and about as much of an ass-kicking as someone could take before yielding to get there. He was -not- going to waste this chance.
Orienting himself as best as he could, he twisted his body to plant his feet on the ground. He felt the ribs pop apart, and let out an audible gasp. He used the pain, the anger, the emotional turmoil he had experienced through this entire mission....it fueled his will, and the force flowed through him like a raging torrent. He wasn't used to tapping into this side of his abilities of late, but desperate times called for desperate measures.
The moment his feet touched the ground, Adi flowed into motion. He continued the counterclockwise rotation he had begun in the air, spinning on first the ball of his right foot, then his left. He rotated about 180 degrees, the force flowing into every fiber of the Arkanian's being. If this insane maneuver actually worked, Adi would release the hand guard of the other man's lightsaber at the apex of his spin, and try to throw him, as hard as his broken body would allow with the assistance of the force, into one of the closed blast doors.
It was time to show this bastard who Adieumus Matango really was. Punch him, kick him, stab him, try to bleed the former Jedi Watch Lead out...he would push on, no matter how stacked the odds were against him. It was what had kept him alive through so many situations that would have seen others perish. It was why he was still alive til this day. Feeling the force bolster his entire being, and allowing him to push the pain to the back of his mind for a few moments, Adi snapped into the left side stance with which he had started this encounter. A dark, wry smile crossed his face as he watched, and waited for his foe to counter.
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E`yame Matango
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Post by E`yame Matango on Sept 16, 2016 20:58:10 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 Psallo Kyrie on Sept 16, 2016 21:27:44 GMT -8
Noble shook his head with a thin smile.
I get it- We don't have to like each other. Your Father isn't too keen on me either.
He shrugged and went back to bandaging Anna's left arm. After he finished with that, he unzipped her right sleeve and began working on that arm as well- wondering how far these wounds went.
Guess I just don't have much luck with Matangos,
He muttered, trying more to keep his mind off his patient's injuries and the anger at The Array for doing this to her- than to really engage E'yame. She didn't have to respond. She really didn't have to do anything for all he cared.
Suddenly Anna's body sat up and her left hand reached forward, clinching onto Noble's throat.
Leave.... me...... ALONE!
The girl shouted and something like an unsteady force wave slammed against the Polydroxal's chest- forcing him to let go. It wasn't just a push that came from the girl's body- but some strange heat energy also. Apparently The Array still had threads tethered to Anna's body.
Noble shook his head, recovering his balance, having been pushed a few feet away from the girl.
I'm not going to leave you alone.
He said cooly, gritting his teeth as he began to close the distance. For the moment, Loki- and E'yame no longer mattered. He had to keep The Array from killing Anna's physical form before Loki retrieved her mental one.
Not until you're shut down, unable to predict anything again.
Anna's figure looked at the doctor with narrowed eyes, and a strange smile came to her face.
Fine- Continue fighting.... Let's see how much you fight for a corpse.
With that, Anna's figure fell back hard, slamming the back of her head against the capsule. She sat up again, preparing to repeat the process untill The Array could no longer lift the organic form.
But before it had a chance to injure Anna further, Noble was there, having caught Anna's falling figure. He held onto her as she began to struggle, his eyes flying to E'yame. He hated telling her to do anything at this point- but maybe he could just ask.
E'yame, There's a sedative over there- on that ...table.... Only round bottle there.... He didn't want to hold onto the Seer any tighter for fear of really injuring her- but her struggling had grown increasingly strong. Could you please go get it for me.
He asked as kindly as he could, trying not to sound pathetic and desperate.
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Post by Soku Ren on Sept 16, 2016 22:21:50 GMT -8
Airborne....with Adi kind of 'in the lead' of the aerial dance. It was about the best position he could be in, considering the circumstances. For the first time in the entire fight, Matango had a chance to take the initiative from the enemy. It had only taken a few broken ribs, and about as much of an ass-kicking as someone could take before yielding to get there. He was -not- going to waste this chance.
Orienting himself as best as he could, he twisted his body to plant his feet on the ground. He felt the ribs pop apart, and let out an audible gasp. He used the pain, the anger, the emotional turmoil he had experienced through this entire mission....it fueled his will, and the force flowed through him like a raging torrent. He wasn't used to tapping into this side of his abilities of late, but desperate times called for desperate measures.
The moment his feet touched the ground, Adi flowed into motion. He continued the counterclockwise rotation he had begun in the air, spinning on first the ball of his right foot, then his left. He rotated about 180 degrees, the force flowing into every fiber of the Arkanian's being. If this insane maneuver actually worked, Adi would release the hand guard of the other man's lightsaber at the apex of his spin, and try to throw him, as hard as his broken body would allow with the assistance of the force, into one of the closed blast doors.
It was time to show this bastard who Adieumus Matango really was. Punch him, kick him, stab him, try to bleed the former Jedi Watch Lead out...he would push on, no matter how stacked the odds were against him. It was what had kept him alive through so many situations that would have seen others perish. It was why he was still alive til this day. Feeling the force bolster his entire being, and allowing him to push the pain to the back of his mind for a few moments, Adi snapped into the left side stance with which he had started this encounter. A dark, wry smile crossed his face as he watched, and waited for his foe to counter.
He was spinning. And taking the Knight of Ren with him. This was the moment Soku almost abandoned his pride and released his saber, but the inverse came true. Soku knew not how much distance he had but his left hand drew back, palm open, attempting to meet whatever awaited him with some resistance. It was barely effective as his body slammed into one of the blast doors, planting against it briefly before he fell to his knees.
His bones ached. His brain trembled. But he stood anyway, considering it a victory that he still held his lightsaber. The orange beam screamed back to life as he too fed upon his own pain, focusing it upon a single target far behind the opponent.
The cuts he had made against the wall with his blade were no random side effects of wide strokes: They had been planned. Targeted. A scalene-triangular chunk of metal, about a foot in length along its hypotenuse, had been carved into the wall, loosely connected by two points. It was merely a millimeter thick, meaning it gave little resistance when Soku's left arm rose. It tore from the wall with a whine before whirling through the air towards his opponent. Lest he be hoist by his own petard, Soku also removed himself from its path with a quick hop to the left, before raising his saber and attempting to bring it down upon his opponent with both hands in a slight right-to-left diagonal.
Hopefully, this trick of his he set up early paid off, for his own movements were slightly delayed from the mild disorientation the slam brought upon him...* |
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Post by Ariela on Sept 16, 2016 23:39:20 GMT -8
Even as she found her footing, she could quickly assess that the situation was dire. Two adversaries before her, a litter of corpses upon the ground and a defenseless woman now between her and her exit. Her thoughts fired rapidly as she continued to analyze her surroundings, each weapon being taken into account along with each avenue she could use to slip past her would be opponents. It was the items strewn about the ground immediately before her that grabbed her immediate attention, prompting her gage just where they were as she planned her route towards the gaping blast doors. It was an easy feat and, while the man behind her original adversary appeared less threatening, she could easily anticipate just what response she might receive if she took two of three paths around them. One: Useless with the amount of energy she would require to propel herself over them. Two: Far from realistic as it put far too much distance between her and the door with two very ready enemies nearby.
Three: The ob- Freeze. Reprocess. As her thoughts recalculated and began to jumble it was as her optics registered the arrival of a new presence into the hangar. One that was familiar and immediately important. Antidar had come to her, but in far worse condition than she was prepared to accommodate for. Flipping one of the various terminals in her software online, she changed her frequency of contact from the gauntlet that was now destroyed to one that none of the individuals in the room save Antidar could access. Immediately her head was filled with information that was delivered from an external source. Nodding her head in acknowledgement to the voice that filled her mind, she turned and eyed the wall that was directed towards where her heat map detected priority targets. Then her head turned back slowly as she flicked her eyes between each of the people in the room. Three: The obvious route that would take her to the wall that was immediately to her right and possibly the best chance she had of not being hit during her trajectory.
In the blink of an eye she was moving. First outward, as she lurched towards the wall, then down to a near crouch as she hurdled forward picking up two of the discarded rifles the soldiers had left behind upon their deaths. In the next moments, locking her optics on the beings that were between she and the strip before her maker, she dashed towards the wall and seemingly blindly fired shots towards the two men. Shots aimed shots for their heads and abdomens, shots intended to be avoided or deflected. As quickly as she’d done that she was entering the decisive motion of her trajectory. Bringing her legs close, she flung both weapons out towards the men and launched herself onto her hands to kick herself into a flip over the woman leaning against the wall. It was then that she used the repulse tech to push herself beyond comprehensible tracking and sent her form careening into an arc towards where Antidar had just entered.
She didn’t stop for even a moment to acknowledge them.To render the situation as it unfolded. Only as her feet came down and she spun herself so she was standing face to face with the men now in front of her, Antidar safely behind her. Another stream of data and vocal inflection crossed her brain, her hand lurched to snap a saber from a compartment on the arm of Antidar’s gauntlet and within moments a black bladed saber sprang to life. White and black glowed between the two of them and all was silent once more.
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Post by Agent Dominion on Sept 17, 2016 1:11:57 GMT -8
Footsteps. Behind him. They were slow, labored, and at the doors to the hanger. The woman wasn't doing anything at the moment, so Dominion took the risk, the serious risk that he knew it was, to glance turn his head to see behind him. It was a man, wounded, and on the brink of collapse. He had a saber, but with his condition it didn't seem like he would be doing much with it. That's all that Dominion could make out before he heard the woman start moving again, so he snapped his attention back to her. She was running for the wall.
In an impressive display, she grabbed two rifles from the many bodies that littered the ground, leaped through the air, and pointed them straight at the two. "Deflect!" He instinctively called out to the man with the saber as he ducked behind him, hoping he would use his saber and the force to get rid of the blasts of energy. Then it hit him, for a brief moment. Memories of when he used to practice with the Sith, that he just used a tactic from back then. Getting back to the matter at hand, he looked on to the man with the saber, sure he was safe from any fire.
Dominion, almost dropped the Dagger. Almost, but it seemed to use his fingers to wrap back around itself. He took a step back just as the woman would land infront of the wounded man and pull out a saber. But he wasn't paying attention to that. He was paying attention to Darth Aion. No way.. He had died 20 years ago. And.. he looked exactly the same as the most recent holophoto of Darth Aion looked. Dominic's mouth hung open a little bit, his eyes wide and his pupils shrunken down to two little beads of black. "G...Gun. Give me my gun!" He would ask/demand of the man with the saber, holding his hand out for it to be placed.
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Loki
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Post by Loki on Sept 17, 2016 7:48:44 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.
"I am not finished yet, Machine." Loki said loudly. "And soon, two of us shall leave and the other shall be wreckage..Odds are it wont be I who is destroyed...but you." Loki finished in a whisper knowing that in this plane any level of communication could be heard. Loki stood up and held the baby tightly to him, he unclipped his saber and began walking towards the droid with a snap his a red blade flared to life, he waited for the shots as he strode forward. In his eyes blazed anger, rage, hatred and suffering, but his smile conveyed confidence, his tense muscles bravery and in his arms he held his courage. A small bundle of memory. The reason he was here. That Adi was out there fighting the Reason Raven and Sin where fighting to the death against improbable odds. It was all because of this little bundle. And it was worthwhile he already knew that. He could sense it. "Let us end this.." He said picking up speed.
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Adi
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Post by Adi on Sept 17, 2016 10:20:32 GMT -8
The other man was on his knees, brought down by the force of the impact against the blast door. It was, however, a small victory, as he was back on his feet nearly as fast as he was put down, and his left hand was raised. A soft, grinding whine of metal against metal was coming from behind Adieumus now. With the surge in power from the other man, Matango knew something was coming.
...And it was probably something rather bad.
Without even turning to look, Adi hopped to his right to get clear of whatever it was that was on its way to him. It was only partially successful, however, as the triangular piece of metal flew past, cutting a line across the already-injured left side, just below the broken ribs. The millimeter thick piece of durasteel flew past, and stuck in the blast door where the other man had just been. Blood began to flow, soaking Adi's black t-shirt. The wound was nearly three quarters of an inch deep, barely missing the organs inside the ribcage. Luckily enough, it hadn't hit the broken ribs and driven them, or it, into his lung. A punctured lung at this point would be endgame.
Not even waiting for another surprise, Adi threw two fingers out on his right hand...with his eyes locked on the other man's. While appearing to be simple, this was a move intending on blinding the other man, if only for a short time. Calling it 'force eye poke', Adi had developed the technique as a simple way to gain the upper hand in a fight. It would be like Matango jamming his fingers into the eyes of his opponent, only this was combined with projected fighting, creating a very difficult move to defend against, while being very conservative as far as force use. Simplicity was the name of the game here.
If a man can't see, he can't fight.....
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Atton Kaelan
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Post by Atton Kaelan on Sept 17, 2016 15:55:04 GMT -8
Footsteps. Behind him. They were slow, labored, and at the doors to the hanger. The woman wasn't doing anything at the moment, so Dominion took the risk, the serious risk that he knew it was, to glance turn his head to see behind him. It was a man, wounded, and on the brink of collapse. He had a saber, but with his condition it didn't seem like he would be doing much with it. That's all that Dominion could make out before he heard the woman start moving again, so he snapped his attention back to her. She was running for the wall.
In an impressive display, she grabbed two rifles from the many bodies that littered the ground, leaped through the air, and pointed them straight at the two. "Deflect!" He instinctively called out to the man with the saber as he ducked behind him, hoping he would use his saber and the force to get rid of the blasts of energy. Then it hit him, for a brief moment. Memories of when he used to practice with the Sith, that he just used a tactic from back then. Getting back to the matter at hand, he looked on to the man with the saber, sure he was safe from any fire.
Dominion, almost dropped the Dagger. Almost, but it seemed to use his fingers to wrap back around itself. He took a step back just as the woman would land infront of the wounded man and pull out a saber. But he wasn't paying attention to that. He was paying attention to Darth Aion. No way.. He had died 20 years ago. And.. he looked exactly the same as the most recent holophoto of Darth Aion looked. Dominic's mouth hung open a little bit, his eyes wide and his pupils shrunken down to two little beads of black. "G...Gun. Give me my gun!" He would ask/demand of the man with the saber, holding his hand out for it to be placed.
As the man beside him asked for his gun, Atton gave a quick nod and summoned the discarded weapon from where it had been kicked earlier into his hand and quickly handed it to the man.*"I recognize that man. He...er...volunteered to help with the rescue." *Was that the right word? Maybe. Atton wasn't terribly surprised that the creepy guy seemed to be ready to fight them. He spared a quick glance over to Thea, who still appeared unharmed, before turning back to the creepy guy and the killer robot woman. If she started leaping around with a lightsaber in her hand, this could get ugly...* |
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Post by Psallo Kyrie on Sept 17, 2016 16:27:24 GMT -8
The baby began to whimper, clinging to Loki as the sounds of the shots rang out. She closed her eyes and nestled tightly against him.
As The Zabrak came out from behind the rock, igniting his saber and approaching, the Array stopped firing for a brief moment. Holding up its left arm, a long vybro blade extended, and The Array held it at guard, keeping its visor turned toward the Zabrak.
Would you like to know how her mother died?
It asked, flatly. Suddenly the scene changed directly- from the calm grassy landscape, to the remains of what looked like a warzone. The Array stalked forward, closer to the Zabrak, even as he ran towards it.
You were a very different person back then. We might say- causality. A cascade of events began when my organic component was taken from this world and sent to another- then another- and still another. In fact, we might suggest that you, are the very reason she is even here.
With that declaration, The Array sprang forward at staggering speed, slashing down with its sword from Loki's right shoulder, to his left side. Perhaps- it might get a chance at the prime memory held so protectively in his arm.
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E`yame Matango
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Post by E`yame Matango on Sept 17, 2016 19:35:28 GMT -8
E`yame almost snorted when she heard him talk about not having any luck with the Matangos. She hoped if she stayed quiet long enough, he would shut up and leave her alone. He also didn't realize that everything he said, brought her closer and closer to the anger she had moments before when she punched him. Did he really want to go through that again. She didn't know this man, if he even was a man. Suddenly Anna started talking again. Eya looked at her closely and watched. When she shoved the doctor, Eya got even more angry and started to take a step over towards them. If anyone was going to push anyone around in here, she was going to do it. She was stopped short when the doctor looked over at her and practically begged her to help. She was glad that he stopped giving her orders. She walked over to the table and grabbed the correct bottle and handed it to him, trying not to get too close incase something went flying. Who knew what this person was capable of. She knew it wasn't a person per se, but she had no clue what to call it.
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Post by Thea Lockwood on Sept 17, 2016 19:56:25 GMT -8
Thea watched the woman move, grabbing weapons along the way. Thea quickly dropped to the floor to save herself from any damage this woman tried to inflict. She had seen way too many gunshot wounds, that she knew for a fact, that she had no interest of having one. She then suddenly noticed when the woman stood in front of someone. She wasn't paying attention and didn't realize he had entered. She also noticed, that between all of them, she was the closests to the woman and the unknown man. Thea jumped to her feet and started backing away from them. The woman took the man's saber and activated it. This was the moment Thea truly believed that she was about to die. Then she heard Dominion demand his gun. Was he crazy? Did he want them all to die? Granted they had Atton on their team and he had a lightsaber too. Atton must have realized the same thing she did, because she heard him groan. Both men seemed to recognize this new guy, but she had no clue who he was. When Atton started talking, Thea's jaw dropped. He was part of the rescue? Then why in the hell was the woman attacking us? She decided to voice her concern, while still moving closer to Atton and Dominion, but carefully staying away from them, and out of the fight.
"If you are with him, and he is here to rescue Anna, why are you fighting us?"
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Post by Abraxas Korax on Sept 17, 2016 20:53:02 GMT -8
Everything was beginning to blur. Each figure, each light, even the room was starting to spin. Yet, he continued to stay on his feet, the Force flowing through him as he watched with uninterested attention as Ariela moved from behind the two man standing between him and her, to where she was now standing before him. He disregarded the men’s words, focused on the way that Ariela held herself as she stood before him and gritted his teeth through the pain that was starting to fry through his system. A double step, a few wavering steps and he moved to the side of the android beside him, lifting his hand before her before lifting his head and eyeing the woman who had just spoken to him. It was apparent to him that she, like Atton was different from the other man that stood in among them.
With a sudden surge, he felt the energy drain from him and the Force leaving him at a rapid rate. It was enough to drop him to a knee, but he held himself together against the pain and used it to draw upon the Force one last time. ”Because I ordered her to secure the hangar. She does not deviate from orders.” He shook a bit as he leaned back, his back meeting an arm as Ariela caught him instinctively. And yet he continued to lift himself forward to meet the gaze of the others. ”Ariela, I understand she’s given you new orders. Proceed.” With that said he slowly lowered himself to a knee, disengaged his lightsaber and proceeded to focus on his wounds and the pain that surrounded them. Using what little energy he could without exhausting himself to remain upright.
It was only a matter of time before things began to fall into place. Only a matter of time.
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Post by Psallo Kyrie on Sept 17, 2016 21:28:57 GMT -8
Noble quickly took the vile from E'yame and really before aiming, stabbed the needle into Anna's exposed right arm. He struggling became more violent for a moment as she reached out toward the Doctor with her other hand. Her eyes locked with his and flashed a strange silver color. Noble felt the strange energy he recognized, flowing through the girl's body and he fought to get away, but he was rendered paralyzed for a brief moment while the sedative took effect.
But for that time, his eyes widened and he began to shake.
The Array was particularly cruel in how it implemented Anna's force potential, bringing the Polydroxol's deep painful memories to the surface and dragging parts of his story he'd hidden long ago into his vision. He grit his teeth and clamped a hand down on the side of the capsule, strong enough to crack the thick glass.
It won't work this time, Machine. You've got to be at least a little sentient to appreciate how to properly use torture by chagrin. Stop...trying. Go back to sleep.
He clamped his eyes shut as Anna's body went limp again and The Array lost motor function and the force.
Noble stood there for a moment, his hand still clinched onto the capsule, elongating the crack that had formed there. His other hand rested gently atop Anna's chest- subconsciously feeling for heart beet as it vibrated throughout his liquid body. In the momentary focus to try and combat the mental force attack, Noble had completely forgotten to immulate breathing. For at least two minutes, his chest never moved.
Finally realizing his position, he took in a gasp of air, convincingly showing a sign of stress, before calming down slightly and looking away from Anna, the Zabrak, and E'yame.
Thank you...
Noble murmured, a very different kind of voice than E'yame had ever heard from him. The confidant, even demanding presence suddenly sounded shaken, almost small. Though he had managed not to let the mental torment bring him to his knees like last time the Sith Arkoth had preformed the tactic on him- the images and memories still hurt. But they only reminded him why he was here, trying to rescue a girl he hardly knew.
I'm Farris- by the way. It's really not that important. I just thought you might feel better if you knew who you were trapped in a room with- maybe then I won't just be the strange guy who knows your name.
He looked at E'yame for a few seconds, considering her, figuring that was all he needed to say to her, at least unless she responded, and he doubted she would.
With a sigh, he turned back to Anna, unzipping the center of her shirt. While this might seem inappropriate, Farris was a doctor, and Anna's chest was torn in several places by the same stress lacerations. He frowned and started working on them. She'd need a lot of rest to replenish blood, and, in fact, he thought he should take some blood he had in medical storage once they left the place. She may need it. He hoped this mission would be over soon. He- himself really wanted to sleep, to allot time for himself to tuck the memories away The Array had so harshly pulled out in the open. But he couldn't say any of that. None of that mattered when people were fighting for someone else.
Little had changed sense Alderraan.
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Post by Soku Ren on Sept 18, 2016 15:29:26 GMT -8
The other man was on his knees, brought down by the force of the impact against the blast door. It was, however, a small victory, as he was back on his feet nearly as fast as he was put down, and his left hand was raised. A soft, grinding whine of metal against metal was coming from behind Adieumus now. With the surge in power from the other man, Matango knew something was coming.
...And it was probably something rather bad.
Without even turning to look, Adi hopped to his right to get clear of whatever it was that was on its way to him. It was only partially successful, however, as the triangular piece of metal flew past, cutting a line across the already-injured left side, just below the broken ribs. The millimeter thick piece of durasteel flew past, and stuck in the blast door where the other man had just been. Blood began to flow, soaking Adi's black t-shirt. The wound was nearly three quarters of an inch deep, barely missing the organs inside the ribcage. Luckily enough, it hadn't hit the broken ribs and driven them, or it, into his lung. A punctured lung at this point would be endgame.
Not even waiting for another surprise, Adi threw two fingers out on his right hand...with his eyes locked on the other man's. While appearing to be simple, this was a move intending on blinding the other man, if only for a short time. Calling it 'force eye poke', Adi had developed the technique as a simple way to gain the upper hand in a fight. It would be like Matango jamming his fingers into the eyes of his opponent, only this was combined with projected fighting, creating a very difficult move to defend against, while being very conservative as far as force use. Simplicity was the name of the game here.
If a man can't see, he can't fight.....
Suddenly, a warning through the Force. Soku's left hand removed itself from the hilt of his saber, now held low, and raised it for defense—
But it was too late. He felt the dull impacts to his eyes and grunted, head jerking back briefly as he stumbled. He had to recover quickly from that blow to the door, for it had slowed his motions too much. He struggled to see... So he kept his eyes shut to allow them to recover. From the earliest of lessons within the Force, one is taught to let it guide your actions. Some even went so far as to say not to trust your eyes, for they could deceive you. Indeed, through the Force, some could even see without the use of their physical eyes. A skill Soku himself had not mastered, but regardless, this temporary blindness? Only a minor setback.
He had excellent spatial awareness. He could still sense his opponent. He could not effectively attack, but he could defend. His left hand was still raised, and it pushed outward, ejecting a wall of the Force directly towards his opponent in a bid to Force him backward, buy him a slight bit more time to recover. Then he took up Makashi stance once more, giving his mind over to the Force, prepared to defend.* |
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Ariela
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Post by Ariela on Sept 18, 2016 19:36:34 GMT -8
A string of protocols and commands quickly scrawled over the interior of her eyes as she processed each of the new projects accessing memory. On one hand she was obligated to defend her master, her creator, but on the other she knew there was a far more dire mission at hand. One that had rather unfortunately split in two while she was waiting aboard the ship for her initiative. It was when her creator spoke that she turned her head to face him and watched him move and speak until he came to a knee before the rest of them. It was outside his nature to place himself in such a vulnerable position, but she could immediately draw that some level of energy still emanated from him. Enough so that her alarms were no longer going off and that her procedures could reflect on the mission she had been issued by her creator’s child. She was to intercept the fledgling combatant and if necessary terminate the man assaulting him.
An easy task but one that was made difficult as she ran her system past each blast door in the vicinity. One opened and closed freely, the internal control core responding to her prodding without much measure of disapproval and then one after another until she came to one that was rooted in a hypothetical web of data. It was not only that but there was a reason behind the fabricated deadlock that she could already understand was intentional. That door was the immediate access point to the choke point that would decisively end the entire mission should the renegade life form be allowed to escape. With that information acknowledged, stored and relegated she turned and quickly bolted out of the hangar towards the first hall that would take her to the blast door in question. And yet, as she calculated each of her options she instead chose to take a different route, but not before hearing a rather loud thud through the metal frame of the blast door she’d approached.
Were she human she’d have cringed. Were she emotional she’d have felt astonishment. But as it stood she was against expressing her simulated emotions and proceeded to charge down another hall, still hearing the fighting within the chamber and halls through a now activated live feed from the internal speakers. She had full control of the speakers and cameras and what she saw was without a doubt means for emergency action. It was when she reached the farthest door from the arena that Adieumus had procured for himself and his opponent that she stopped before the door with the humming lightsaber. Without hesitation she opened the door, made her way into the arena and slammed the blast door behind her. However, not before she immediately crashed the lights over her part of the arena and disengaged the lightsaber in her hand. While she could see them, they would not be able to see her.
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Post by Adi on Sept 18, 2016 19:57:13 GMT -8
The eye poke landed, and the other man was slightly staggered. Granted, he =did= put his left hand up, and try to hit Adi with a force push, but being able to see, whether vision was fallible or not, was an advantage that Matango held at the moment. Sidestepping, then moving forward, Adi cleared the trajectory of the push. He moved as soon as he saw the left hand come up, knowing that it wasn't going to be pleasant if he was to stay put. As he began to move forward, he threw first a right projected palm thrust to the center mass of his opponent, then a left.
There definitely wasn't much left in the tank. Adi was breathing as heavily as his injuries would allow. Blood was now running down his side, his leg, and soaking the top of his Air Force Ones. He was quite literally exhausted, both physically and mentally, and this guy was showing no signs of letting up anytime soon. It was starting to become apparent that what at first Adi thought was going to be an easy win was now turning into a delaying action, and he was solely trying to just keep the man busy long enough for the crew to get Anna to safety.
The Arkanian just hoped he could stay alive long enough to accomplish the mission in front of him....and his foe was -not- making it easy.
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Post by Agent Dominion on Sept 18, 2016 23:05:00 GMT -8
Dominion took his gun, and pointed it forward once more like he had before. Except it was now in his left hand, and the Dagger in his right. His tight hand supported the left hand to help get a more accurate aim. Even with this though, the woman turned and sprinted down the hallway at Darth Aion's command. "I guess she's not going to answer you Thea.." He took a deep breath in, then let it out, lowering the gun slightly. To be honest, he was relieved that she left. He didn't want to keep fighting her, especially when she had a lightsaber. Turning to the man with the saber that deflected all of energy blasts, "So, you're with the Zabrak to rescue Anna? And so was she in a sense?" He walked past him, going 'dumpster diving' for any slug throwing weapons among the gore that littered the place.
Some would be repulsed by handling disemboweled limbs and turning over corpses, afraid to get any blood or other juices on their clothes, but to Dominion it... wasn't much. Eventually he was able to find a slug-throwing light machine gun and ammunition for his handgun, which he reloaded. Then he would walk back to the injured and somehow still alive, Darth Aion. He would sit on the floor, opposite of Aion, with his legs crossed, the light machine gun held in his right hand and the Dagger in his left hand now, his hand gun tucked in his pants at the back. He would settle with the machine gun pointed at Aion, but the gun laid on Dominic's leg's. Not threatening, just letting him know that at any second, the trigger could be pulled and he would be ended. He would take a long stare at the injured man who commanded the girl.
"So. Tell me. Is that a disguise? Or are you the real Darth Aion?"
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Atton Kaelan
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Post by Atton Kaelan on Sept 19, 2016 18:36:10 GMT -8
*Atton was relieved when the killer robot woman disappeared from the hangar, evidently at Antidar's command. So that thing followed his orders? That was unsettling...well in any case, she was gone and Antidar, or Darth Aion as the other man addressed him didn't seem much of a threat at the moment. Atton deactivated his lightsaber, though he still didn't put it away just yet, and walked over to Thea.*"Are you all right?"
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Post by Soku Ren on Sept 19, 2016 21:48:06 GMT -8
The eye poke landed, and the other man was slightly staggered. Granted, he =did= put his left hand up, and try to hit Adi with a force push, but being able to see, whether vision was fallible or not, was an advantage that Matango held at the moment. Sidestepping, then moving forward, Adi cleared the trajectory of the push. He moved as soon as he saw the left hand come up, knowing that it wasn't going to be pleasant if he was to stay put. As he began to move forward, he threw first a right projected palm thrust to the center mass of his opponent, then a left.
There definitely wasn't much left in the tank. Adi was breathing as heavily as his injuries would allow. Blood was now running down his side, his leg, and soaking the top of his Air Force Ones. He was quite literally exhausted, both physically and mentally, and this guy was showing no signs of letting up anytime soon. It was starting to become apparent that what at first Adi thought was going to be an easy win was now turning into a delaying action, and he was solely trying to just keep the man busy long enough for the crew to get Anna to safety.
The Arkanian just hoped he could stay alive long enough to accomplish the mission in front of him....and his foe was -not- making it easy.
Then they opened, intense brown orbs locked upon his foe, exactly in the position his senses indicated. The orange blade moved once more in a series of quick slashes; first a small one upwards and to the left, then a less steep slice down and to the right, followed by a steep swipe upwards. Simple cuts, moves to discourage his opponent to keep his short distance, or perhaps even land a sneaky blow to surprise him.
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