Xeonon Solomon
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Post by Xeonon Solomon on Oct 29, 2013 17:26:32 GMT -8
Kill them all was an understatement. Xeonon should have left, he should have let the creatures over run his friend. He couldn't though, call it morality. Call it bettering the odds, but for some reason he was right there beside him. Although he didn't have a proper weapon he did have a metallic arm. An arm that could smash through concrete without difficulty. So the flesh and bone ofthese ghouls were of no trouble. Charging up alongside he swung his arm the closed fist going through the jawbone of his victim, blood and bone flying he twisted his body pushing one who got to close with his left.
Regrettably there were just to many of them though. Taking his straight hand out of the throat of another creature Xeonon looked over his shoulder. We can't keep this up! There was going to be more but before he could continue one grabbed his arm and Xeonon put his hand on the creatures chest and flexed his palm a Rephiams blast blowing the creatures chest through his back. Although he wasn't tired the horde was just to large. Even the greatest of warriors could fall to something small.
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Post by Krzesimir Viggo on Oct 29, 2013 19:08:08 GMT -8
Diva's Horror RP. The Uya; corridors
Kiefta was about to open fire on the horde when the Hunter Lept at them with his pod bay door, spoiling the shot. Mildly agitated, Kiefta moved forward, raising himself up so that his head was level with the Warrior's and then began using his tail to reach past the Hunter and Warrior to smash down onto the trap door, hoping to open it once more and "flush" the nasty little ghouls away with the Waste. He noticed another being, but its timid edging along the corridor earned it the tag "Thief" and an active observation, but little else. The Warrior's comment about there being to many ghouls seemed incongruous and Kiefta tallied their number once more while rebuffing the warriors erroneous implications.
Ten of them is to many for us three?
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Xeonon Solomon
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Post by Xeonon Solomon on Oct 30, 2013 6:42:58 GMT -8
Although the numbers had no doubt been reduced if not destroyed by now Xeonon was ready for more. Think about it, this ship is huge how many people would be needed to run it? A thousand? Five? How many of them have we seen? So yes ten is simple but there have to be many many more to have everyone go away. What he didn't mention was the fact that there was no doubt other greater horrors. What they were he hadnt the foggiest, but something told him that sooner or later they would find out.
Now as the ten were seemingly beaten he looked around. He could feel his body covered in a film of blood and other oozy substances. He had to fight down a wave of revulsion as he did his best to wipe himself down. What he wouldn't give for a rag, maybe his own armour. Some weapons even. If they were to be fighting hand to hand for a couple days things would get messy. Continuing on with his earlier statement he looked at the Noghri. We can't rush head long into every fight, we will get tired, we will make a mistake and we will die. He hoped the message was obvious. He wasn't promoting cowardice, just common sense. Live to fight another day. It's not dishonorable to make a strategic withdrawal if we need to.
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Post by Von Verros on Oct 30, 2013 10:53:50 GMT -8
Palmer had his back against the nearest wall and leaned his head back, his hands were covered in the thick sticky blood. He could hear the roar and moaning of the undead on the other side of the door, he didn't know how the others were doing but he could only hope that they were okay. Looking over at the dead crew member he sighed, the decomposing stare just made him more depressed. But an idea came into his mind, why were the undead not attacking each other. Could it be smell or just something that looked the same, Palmer was going to take a chance. He reached out his right hand and grabbed onto the mans intestines and wrapped them around his neck and chest. Next he took as much blood as he could scoop out of the mans stomach and smeared it all over his chest and stomach. The stench was intense it was taking everything he could to keep from gagging. Struggling to stand Palmer looked down at his body and smiled he looked like some kind of undead monster. Now he just had to wait until the sound was gone.
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Lord Jud'dayus: The Debase
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Post by Lord Jud'dayus: The Debase on Oct 30, 2013 21:32:49 GMT -8
He heard the Warrior say as he backhanded another creature into the corridor wall, smashing its head and upper body with the flat of his pod door; like swatting a fly. The Noghri looked at the Warrior quizzically as the smear of his last kill slurped its mangled way down and off the spiderwebbed, reinforced plasteglass front of the door. Can't keep this up? Thought the Noghri, as his kill slumped onto the carpet of bodies around them. Why was the Warrior saying such things? As he thought this, the Thing's tail insistently struck at the reinforced trapdoor.
He grunted in agreement as the last of the mini-horde was put down...Too much? That was disgraceful talk form a Warrior, but the Noghri let the feeling pass as he continued to hear the thudding of metal on metal. He grimaced, seeing no point in trying to open a door that had been purposely sealed to them anymore. Something about it didn't sit well with the Noghri. Maybe it was the thought of what was beyond it, or the thought of why it was so tightly sealed now? But the real fact was that he couldn't smell the Bakurian woman anymore...
"Muss go f'rth'r." He said, pointing a clawed finger into the dark recesses of the Corridor ahead of them. "No uss go'ng do'n... Dor se'ld, no op'n. Muss go f'rw'rd." He repeated in earnest.
The Noghri snorted in disgust, turning towards the nude human male with the cold steely gaze of an apex predator. "We fi'ht, we di! We'r War'ors!" He barked out before bringing the pod door down on one of the bodies that still seemed to have life in it. "I go f'rw'rd..." He said in a low growl, stepping over the mound of twitching corpses, as he hefted the pod door up again, flicking the gore off of it. "Yu do str'teg'c w'hdr'wl...I War'or."
And with that, the Noghri moved off ahead of the Warrior and Thing.
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Post by Von Verros on Oct 31, 2013 5:03:17 GMT -8
He heard the Warrior say as he backhanded another creature into the corridor wall, smashing its head and upper body with the flat of his pod door; like swatting a fly. The Noghri looked at the Warrior quizzically as the smear of his last kill slurped its mangled way down and off the spiderwebbed, reinforced plasteglass front of the door. Can't keep this up? Thought the Noghri, as his kill slumped onto the carpet of bodies around them. Why was the Warrior saying such things? As he thought this, the Thing's tail insistently struck at the reinforced trapdoor. He grunted in agreement as the last of the mini-horde was put down...Too much? That was disgraceful talk form a Warrior, but the Noghri let the feeling pass as he continued to hear the thudding of metal on metal. He grimaced, seeing no point in trying to open a door that had been purposely sealed to them anymore. Something about it didn't sit well with the Noghri. Maybe it was the thought of what was beyond it, or the thought of why it was so tightly sealed now? But the real fact was that he couldn't smell the Bakurian woman anymore... "Muss go f'rth'r." He said, pointing a clawed finger into the dark recesses of the Corridor ahead of them. "No uss go'ng do'n... Dor se'ld, no op'n. Muss go f'rw'rd." He repeated in earnest.The Noghri snorted in disgust, turning towards the nude human male with the cold steely gaze of an apex predator. "We fi'ht, we di! We'r War'ors!" He barked out before bringing the pod door down on one of the bodies that still seemed to have life in it. "I go f'rw'rd..." He said in a low growl, stepping over the mound of twitching corpses, as he hefted the pod door up again, flicking the gore off of it. "Yu do str'teg'c w'hdr'wl...I War'or."
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Lord Jud'dayus: The Debase
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Post by Lord Jud'dayus: The Debase on Oct 31, 2013 10:57:47 GMT -8
He'd gone up the corridor, away from the other two prisoners, where several shamblers still stalked the hall. His slow pacing was intentional, as his dark eyes scanned the corridor with every step taken. If there was one trap, there may be more... was the constant instinctual thought running through the Noghri's mind. There was to be no doubt that the Voice would be watching them here, even now. The thought of someone else - especially a female - gleaming any pleasure off of his untimely demise made the Noghri's blood pressure rise.
His senses were honed, his muscles were taut, plus his makeshift shield and club was ready to deal out more death. Ahead of him were the three remaining walking corpses. With a huff the Noghri hefted the door, bringing it down on the closest creature, splintering it's outstretched, grasping hand and pulping it's vacant starry eyed face. The second ghoul was close enough to lunge, but let a similarly sticky end, being battered away with the door then stepped on.
The Noghri wiped the muck off of his clawed foot, and looked up to see the final ghoul approaching. He readied the pod door again, but as he did...
The man smelt of fear... He also had the faint stink of cryo-fluid lingering on his nubile form. The Noghri instantly focused on the hammers in the man's hands. Sure he had just dispatched a ghoul, but he more than likely knew the rules to this game, just as the Noghri did.
The Noghri's lips parted to show his jagged teeth (it was actually a smile). "We muss Kil ..No uss, no th'm." Was all the Noghri said, before bounding towards the man with a roar, his door held high in anticipation of smashing the hammer wielding man before him.
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Diva, from Aeons Torn
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Post by Diva, from Aeons Torn on Oct 31, 2013 11:48:02 GMT -8
They thought they were in the clear after one blast, but the continuous fighting is opening holes in the halls, allowing more of the lifeless to pour through the seams like water. 10 were one thing. 30 another. 1,000 was absurd, and there was no shortage in the number of recruits. There are many beings that fear the distinctive T-shaped visors of Mandalorians. Ghouls, however, are not people. They feel no fear. They know nothing but rage and hunger, the all-consuming desire to eat the living. And while they may be wrapped in armor and stripped of emotion, these nameless, faceless commandos were warm. They were alive.
They were food.
The first ghoul runs across the group, almost by accident. Would they kill it before it could attract others? It didn't matter. Seconds later, a second appeared, and then a third. They are curious at first. The horde grows and grows, soon numbering well over thirty. They stand their ground, unsure, it seems, on how to approach the armored figures.. And then, suddenly, they're not. They charge as one, an otherworldly keening rending the air from the ones with intact vocal chords. The stench of decay proceeds the mob, so dense that it's almost a physical thing.
There would be no mercy. The ghouls didn't know the meaning. They would be killed to the last, or the soldiers would die like dogs.
Deep in the bowels of the ship, a man and a woman watch the action unfold.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 31, 2013 15:07:18 GMT -8
Diva's Horror RP; The Uya; Hallways (SS Operatives)
Alpha saw the first appear. It took less than a second for the sensor mark automattically attached to the creature to turn from 'unknown' to 'target'. A moment later the creature's head was reduced to a smoking stump. As the destroyed target toppled to the ground, another appeared. Alpha's sensor suddenly picked up a large number of additional targets closing in from the same dirrection.
It took 3 seconds for the module on the OR to be removed & replaced with the flame-thrower module from Alpha's harness. As the creatures began pouring around the corner, Alpha fired again. This time instead of a single bolt, a massive cone of superheated gas rushed outward from the weapon, the glow reflecting hellishly from the blank mirrored faceplate of the SS Operative. The wave of fire struck the corner just as the bulk of the creatures were coming around it. While the blast disapated quickly, the pure heat releashed meant that spots of the bulkhead where suddenly glowing.
The SS Operatives appearently weren't the only 'soulless' killing machines here though, as more of the creatures continued to pour around the corner, appearenly ignoring the burns their feet were receiving. One of the beasts closed within stiking distance of Alpha, but a heavy blow reduced the middle of the creature into pulp. It would be another 15 seconds before the module had cooled down enough to fire another blast.
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Post by Tiro Saul on Nov 1, 2013 11:40:32 GMT -8
Well you are not alone, especially if this host rules are to be followed.
I was still unsure if I should trust this person or not. He was already armed, yet he was standing there trying to offer advice. But maybe it would be easier to get to the bridge with another person. Long enough to see if I we can find anything out on the bridge. I knew there had to be others on the ship that were still hesitant about fighting. Well here it goes, hopefully I am not making a stupid decision. I relaxed a bit hoping that this man was indeed peaceful. Though the peace would be short lived I could hearing the moaning of something unnatural resounding through the hallways. The hair on my neck standing up. What ever that was, it didn't sound good. I needed to feed him some information and get us moving along. [/i]
I was headed to get my gear, It was stashed away when I was hired on. I knew certain items wouldn't be allowed to be carried on me, so im headed to get them now. Then to the Bridge. If Im to learn anything about whats going on the Bridge will be the best place.
I was going to keep the disguise of being hired on, going as long as possible. Maybe it would get me further then others, at least if they felt they needed me. Regardless it seemed we had yet another surprise waiting for us all, and it didn't seem like the fun kind of surprise.[/i]
So will you be joining me, or will part ways, or shall we follow the rules of are most gracious host? Ill leave the decision to you!
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Post by Von Verros on Nov 2, 2013 8:53:17 GMT -8
Palmer paused for a moment, this thing this Noghri wasn't backing down. It was going to come at him with full force, his shield was raised and ready to attack. The undead were now very short in numbers so he didn't concern himself with them. Looking just past the Noghri he saw the two others with him and wondered why they weren't stopping his friend. If a fight had to break out Palmer knew he would loose, he was in no fighting condition. His knee was messed up for the time being and he didn't know anything about this Noghri. Let alone why he was trying to kill him. Shuffling back and hammers raised he moved around the Noghri slowly.
You all have clearly been awake longer than I have, I just woke up. Maybe before you go and kill me, you can at least tell me what the hell is going on here.
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Post by Erin Darkwell on Nov 3, 2013 14:26:42 GMT -8
New scars criss-crossed the aging smuggler's chest, grinning red mouths to go alongside the white lines of old wounds. Sapphira's shining length was coated in Galdaart's blood, and the coppery smell of it filled the room. Sweat shone on Erin's arms and forehead from standing beneath the bright overhead light. Her pale eyes surveyed the smuggler's naked form dispassionately; she chewed on her bottom lip idly as she pondered where to make her next incision.
They'd been at it for a while now.
"So flippant, at first. Quite the joker. You can't imagine my relief when I snipped away your good humor. It's a fragile defense, transparent easily shattered. Then came angry defiance, like a petulant child. Don't you realize I am remaking you into something new? Cutting away the old psyche. It was stale, Galdaart, and unrefined." Her voice quivered before strengthening again. The pale eyes refocused. "We will get to the heart of you, in time. Sapphira's razor-sharp tip traced lightly over the smuggler's breast. "And maybe you'll even thank me."
Her chronometer had beeped urgently nearly an hour ago; they were nearing their destination. There was still time, though. Time to find the information she sought, time to help this fascinating specimen realize his potential.
"You know what awaits you, Galdaart Fel? The Imperial Inquisitors. I am a novice compared to the least skilled among their ranks. Tell me what I want to know...and I'll end this." She ran one finger almost lovingly down the man's cheek.
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Post by Krzesimir Viggo on Nov 3, 2013 17:05:12 GMT -8
Diva's Horror RP. The Uya; corridors
I listen to the banter provided by my companions and find myself agreeing with the Hunter and wonder briefly if the Warrior's views on fighting are the cause of his problems with the madolorians. As the ghouls are finished, and the Hunter decided to relinquish his quest for Waste, I turn my full attention on Thief, as Hunter runs at him. When Thief nimbly dodges Hunter, I pounce at him jaws snapping wide open, hoping his focus on the hunter and lack of warning, would give me enough time to connect with the Thief and tear a bite from him. At this angle, the Nexu jaws would likely grab one of his arms, but perhaps he could dodge me as well. My forward legs were spread wide to minimize his chances of successfully dodging to either side, and my long metallic torso and tail would make dodging under me most unpleasant. I do not answer Thief's question, for that would be wasted energy. The only sound I make is the slight scuffing of my metallic feet against the floor as I leap at him.
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Post by Non-Com Or'dinii on Nov 3, 2013 18:29:45 GMT -8
Diva's Horror RP; The Uya; Hallways (SS Operatives)
Gamma noticed the approaching horde the same time Alpha did, and trusting alpha to take care of the first wave, brought up the schematics of the ship and noticed a small maintenance tunnel that could be accessed a few meters back the way they had come. from there the operatives could climb up to the next level, mostly barracks space, and then continue their journey from there. Gamma assigned the necessary check points to the maintenance shaft, and then opened fire on the advancing horde with his grenade launcher attachment, as he backpedaled down the hall towards the access point. He fired once more, again clearing the junction of ghouls as the grenade went off, though a few survived to continue down the hall towards the two operatives. He quickly opened the access hatch and motioned that Alpha should precede him up the shaft, while Gamma kept the horde at bay. He swept his stock into the head of the nearest ghoul, shattering it, before stepping forward to repeat the process with the only other still walking ghoul close enough to reach them before they'd escape.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 5, 2013 6:21:40 GMT -8
Diva's Horror RP; The Uya; Hallways (SS Operatives)
Taking a moment to switch to the pulse rifle module, Alpha popped open the hatch & quickly scanned for new contacts. The tube extended both up & down out of sight, but there were no new threats inside. Ordering the others to follow, Alpha stepped inside the tube & began to head upward. Roughly halfway up to the next level a keening wail was heard from above. Suddenly a large body with far to many legs began charging down the tube, apparently ignoring the effects of gravity. Pointing the OR at the creature, Alpha waited until the beast was within range. Letting off two quick shots, the beast was cut into two ragged pieces. The massive chunks however did not ignore gravity & came tumbling down on the group. One of the pieces glanced off Alpha, nearly knocking them lose. Receding screams from below made it clear that others in the group weren't as lucky.
Once on the new level, Alpha quickly checked the status of the group. Both the people that had been charged with hauling the extra ammo for the group had been lost, as well as several others. The group now consisted of a scientist, two hired thugs, a doctor, & the remains of the fireteam.
The weapon situation was also fairly grim. Both the doctor & scientist had RENEW/p sidearms so they didn't have to worry about running out of ammo, but they also didn't have anything resembling a primary weapon. Both the thugs had blaster rifles & some form of melee weapon, but with no extra ammo, the rifles would just be dead weight after a hundred shots each. The doctor was also carrying a full medical kit. One of the thugs had a belt with five grenades of some type, probably fragmentation from the appearance & scan data.
Of the gear Alpha was carrying, the HAW had 2 Adhesive, 2 Stun, 2 Flash, 2 Ion, 2 Flame, & 20 Fragmentation mini-rockets. The OR however was down to 99.1%, but Alpha now had five modules for it: Standard, Sniper, Pulse-wave, Flamethrower, & Repeating. Beyond that, Alpha was carrying a pair of shaped breaching charges, two medpacs, Delta's hacking datapad, & a DC-15s.
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Xeonon Solomon
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Post by Xeonon Solomon on Nov 5, 2013 8:09:17 GMT -8
As the two left on ahead Xeonon stayed there for a while. He was debating the idea of leaving and going on alone. Although there were strength in numbers that only went so far. Obviously his words had bothered the Noghri. Some sense of stupid honour making him run headlong into battle not concerned with the repercussions. The weird experiment however seemed unfazed. Was their leaving a way of saying get lost? We won't kill you now but later all bets are off?
He was about to leave and try to find the armory when the soft sound of voices could be heard. One somebody he didn't recognize, the other the Noghri. Obviously they had found someone, someone who didn't know what was going on. Making up his mind he walked in the direction they had and just down the hall he saw them. Two against one. He had no doubt who the winner would be. He didn't even need to get involved but he walked forward anyways. Ready to help if they needed it.
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Post by Von Verros on Nov 5, 2013 15:09:17 GMT -8
Diva's Horror RP. The Uya; corridorsI listen to the banter provided by my companions and find myself agreeing with the Hunter and wonder briefly if the Warrior's views on fighting are the cause of his problems with the madolorians. As the ghouls are finished, and the Hunter decided to relinquish his quest for Waste, I turn my full attention on Thief, as Hunter runs at him. When Thief nimbly dodges Hunter, I pounce at him jaws snapping wide open, hoping his focus on the hunter and lack of warning, would give me enough time to connect with the Thief and tear a bite from him. At this angle, the Nexu jaws would likely grab one of his arms, but perhaps he could dodge me as well. My forward legs were spread wide to minimize his chances of successfully dodging to either side, and my long metallic torso and tail would make dodging under me most unpleasant. I do not answer Thief's question, for that would be wasted energy. The only sound I make is the slight scuffing of my metallic feet against the floor as I leap at him. |
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Post by Galdaart Fel on Nov 6, 2013 12:21:35 GMT -8
New scars criss-crossed the aging smuggler's chest, grinning red mouths to go alongside the white lines of old wounds. Sapphira's shining length was coated in Galdaart's blood, and the coppery smell of it filled the room. Sweat shone on Erin's arms and forehead from standing beneath the bright overhead light. Her pale eyes surveyed the smuggler's naked form dispassionately; she chewed on her bottom lip idly as she pondered where to make her next incision.
They'd been at it for a while now.
"So flippant, at first. Quite the joker. You can't imagine my relief when I snipped away your good humor. It's a fragile defense, transparent easily shattered. Then came angry defiance, like a petulant child. Don't you realize I am remaking you into something new? Cutting away the old psyche. It was stale, Galdaart, and unrefined." Her voice quivered before strengthening again. The pale eyes refocused. "We will get to the heart of you, in time. Sapphira's razor-sharp tip traced lightly over the smuggler's breast. "And maybe you'll even thank me."
Her chronometer had beeped urgently nearly an hour ago; they were nearing their destination. There was still time, though. Time to find the information she sought, time to help this fascinating specimen realize his potential.
"You know what awaits you, Galdaart Fel? The Imperial Inquisitors. I am a novice compared to the least skilled among their ranks. Tell me what I want to know...and I'll end this." She ran one finger almost lovingly down the man's cheek.
And that ruled out telling Darkwell anything about Galen, or his hunch, or the Jekk because if he did, that meant Malora and the others might face Darkwell somewhere down the road (as if squaring off against Galen wasn't bad enough.) If they were going to make it out alive, and mostly in one piece, Erin Darkwell could never know any of this.
So Fel bled. Sweetheart... pant ...the only thing you're cutting away... pant ...is my skin. I already told you... wheeze ...Connors is dead. You want to cut on me some more... ragged breath ...fine. Chances are, I deserve it. Fel laid his sweat-matted head back against the mattress, a momentary reprieve from the pain, and closed his eyes against her piercing gaze. He didn't know what she was after, aside from the information... she kept hinting at some redemption for him, some transcendence. He wasn't smart enough, or empathetic enough to take the bait and play her game. Maybe he was just too old, and too stubborn. Eyes still closed, he spoke to her. Maybe she wanted something from deep within himself. Something he kept hidden. The Imps don't scare me, Erin. Can't be scared of the inevitable. Or of your past. Where I'm headed -- I just hope I can clean the slate when I die. Been dead a long time. Just too thick-headed to accept it. So either you cut away at me from the outside, or the Blastonecrosis eats me from the inside, or the Imps send me to Kessel... again... death don't scare me. Death's my constant companion, closest thing to a friend I've got. So you want to get to the heart of me? You better use some better leverage than threats of disfigurement or Imperial 'justice.' What do you really want? ...and I have a feeling you better make it snappy... how much time do you have left before the I.R. expects to claim their prize? |
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Post by Darth Obitus on Dec 2, 2013 13:21:27 GMT -8
Vyzlor had waited patiently for an opportunity. His extended stasis had left him weaker than ever before, he had been as helpless as a new-born babe. However the medical faciluties on board the "Flesh" had healed him in many facets and now he was able to move. He slowly stood, movement still caused his joints to ache but the sharp pain that had accompanied early movement was gone. He had been on the ship for several weeks as it moved system to system, stopping only long enough to re-fuel before taking off into hyperspace once again. Vyzlor was not sure if he was being held hostage or he was being moved to keep him safe. After all, he had no idea if his padawan was still in command of his forces. He would soon learn that revelation.
He stood next to the bed he had spent the last two weeks in, since he had been transferred from his carbonite prison. Slowly the old red man walked over to the door. He was dressed in a plain hospital-type gown and one of his first objectives was to acquire more suitable attire. The corridor on the other side of the door was stark, this was clearly a military ship. Plane grey metal with no signs, not a good start. He made a left and walked slowly for a few metres, his aching joints not getting much better. A door opened in the corridor ahead and a crew member walked out looking at a datapad. He looked up from his work to see Vyzlor standing before him. He paused, not sure what to do but then deciding to turn quickly and run back into the room he was in. As he turned he found himself impacting the wall with an unnatural velocity. His head made a nauseously loud cracking sound against the grey metal and then he fell to the ground. Vyzlor had moved his eyes quickly from the man to the wall and then the floor, he didn't require his hands to manipulate the force. He smirked as he walked over the the now unconscious crew member, he was about Vyzlor's size.
After moving the body back into the store room that he had walked out of, and changing his clothes, Vyzlor began his journey again. This time he encountered no-one until he found the turbolift. It opened on his floor and two crew members stepped off. They were a higher rank than the previous victim and one was armed. Vyzlor did not have time for them and a quick look from him and they were on the floor, their necks broken. He left their bodies just outside the turbolift and stepped in, pressing the button marked "bridge".
The bridge was small, this was obviously not a very large vessel. Good, Vyzlor did not want to attract too much attention to himself once he took over. There were two more crew members on the bridge, working away at their stations. They didn't even think to look up as the lift doors opened. They met their ends by flying across the room and hitting each other somewhere in the middle of the bridge with a sickeningly muffle cracking sound. It was easy to find the station that controlled the environmental systems and soon every room in the ship, except the bridge, was devoid of oxygen. The remaining crew member died in his bunk, asleep.
The next few hours were spent looking through the historical records on board the ships computer. It was fascinating but there was no mention of himself. Mako and the remains of his glorious empire were mentioned very briefly as a short article about ancient history and the time that he had been in stasis shocked him. He then spent a few hours reading up on the current powers in the galaxy, specifically the Order of the Eye, who used to own this ship. He then studied the star charts, they were much more expansive now. Back when he was in power, Vyzlor controlled almost all of the known systems in his sector, now the charts covered most of the galaxy. He then studied the specifications for the ship he was in, a capable vessel, much more powerful than even some full warships back in his day. He would have fun with this, wherever this hyperspace trip would end!
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Post by Joey Va'Monary on Feb 4, 2014 19:25:35 GMT -8
As the light freighter cruzed through space, Joey sat starring at the navagation board flipping a wrench through her fingers.
A high pitched twrill came from behind her. Little Ditty landed on the co-pilots chair.
Ditty was a cyborg bird a little bigger then Joeys hand. It took her 3 years to build, she wanted to have company on the ship and Ditty had became a fast friend. Ditty couldn't talk but twrills and whistles, were enough.
" I don't think anyone is going to answer my messages, and I don't want to go to just any planet looking for a load."
Joey scrolled through the navagation systems.
" If we could have gotten a load at our last drop we wouldn't be in this postition."
Joey got up and Ditty flapped to her shoulder. Adjusting her belt, she headed to the turret.
"Let's fix this turret sence we have time." She said fusterated.
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