Luxeria
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Post by Luxeria on Jun 8, 2019 8:14:03 GMT -8
She waited for a moment to ensure the boy was completely down before making her way over to him. The impact from Umbra had flipped him pretty well, putting him on his back once more. She stood there for a few moments, just watching him and feeling out his presence. The darkness was gone for the most part and the necklace around his neck was no longer glowing. With a smirk, she reached down to take it before she'd kill him completely.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 8, 2019 8:22:51 GMT -8
As her hand extended to take the necklace, it began to glow once more, surging with lightning and quickly firing outwards as if to keep her at bay. Though the voices had only been audible to Kahn throughout the battle, as the necklace unleashed its power on Luxeria, they became clear to her as well. It would be clear that there seemed to be living within it and contained powerful darkness within it.
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Luxeria
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Post by Luxeria on Jun 8, 2019 8:45:05 GMT -8
Through instinct, Luxeria brought her saber up to defend herself from the sudden surge as the necklace began to glow. While she was able to block and direct most of the power to her lightsaber, she was still hit by some of it as she stumbled back to the ground. She looked at him her focused and curious eyes as the voices met her ears. She became more and more curious about the boy with every passing second.
Standing to her feet, she looked at him for a few moments more, wondering about what she should do. There was something about him that supported keeping him alive. Perhaps he could be taking to the Blackguard and broken down to become a Sith and turned against the Jedi, maybe be a tool for infiltration. The more she thought about it, a solution came to mind. She wouldn't turn it over to Viox and the Sith. She had a debt that needed to be repaid and an allegiance she wanted to further.
Looking to Umbra, she pointed down to him as she replaced her saber. "Grab the boy. We're taking him with us. Just make sure he stays out."
Umbra nodded and picked the boy up without a reaction from the necklace. Was it because it responded to Luxeria's presence or was weakened for the moment? Questions without answers, it didn't matter. She quickly moved over towards Kahn's lightsaber and picked it up before following behind Umbra to her ship. Unfortunately, she wasn't able to figure much about the Jedi and where they truly stood, but it was enough. For now, they needed to retreat before other Jedi came out to inspect the situation.
Reaching her ship, she ran to the cockpit and began activating the systems as Umbra laced the boy in one of the passenger rooms. She felt a little tense as she waited for everything to go green. As it did, she pulled the ship up into the air and took off away from the temple, trying to get a little distance before pulling up and heading into orbit, her cloak still engaged.
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Post by Steffo Rancis on May 4, 2020 16:01:52 GMT -8
Time, just as it was with the force so it was the same with time, it runs through everything binds and holds the universe to a common law, funny then how abstract both become when one is removed, so far removed that neither hold a bearing of significance, to be in an endless moment that stretches on for eternity and yet paradoxically is also a moment of no time at all.
He could hold it this time, he was certain, the image w as clear, a place he knew well, he saw it through the shimmering veil, although not as he remembered it, still it was the Felucian conclave, how and where didn't matter, he knew he had to get back, for to reside where he was any longer would be the death of him, and what a long anguishing death that would be.
Sweat based his brow and streamed down his back as he pushed another slow step forward inching closer to the veil, the hazy shroud between this place and the universe he knew, he had lost count of how many attempts he had made, how many failures. He would not fail this time. He sunk his booted foot into the black floor that perhaps was not a floor at all and roared, step after slow aching step until with fingers splayed he ripped and tore at the fabric as though it were a woven tapestry or web.
There was an audible crack and a pop and he was flung unceremoniously onto the ground, he turned see the eye slit gap close upon the place of no place.
He lay for a while coughing , tears and sweat running from him then he staggered to his feet and stumbled toward the enclave.
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The Holy Man
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Post by The Holy Man on Jul 10, 2020 9:22:17 GMT -8
Out of the star-studded darkness of orbit, a single modified Allanar N3 freighter descends into the vastness of Felucia's wild terrain. It finds an open spot in the foliage, and descends slowly before landing. Inside the cockpit, an older man looks to his feline companion to confirm what comes next.
You know what to do.
The man and the feline nod to eachother before the man slowly makes his way to the cargo hold, using his arms to brace himself on the walls of the ship as he walks. As he reaches the door of the ship, he grabs the walking stick secured by the door and hammers the button to open the door and release the boarding ramp. Using the long walking stick to help his movement, the man slowly but surely descends the ramp and starts walking.
When he is far enough away, the man turns to watch the ship ascend back into the sky. With only the way forward open to him, the man begins his long trek to his destination.
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