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Post by House of D'Ordinii on Jan 17, 2024 23:41:51 GMT -8
==Jedi Fly RP== +Mary Cerulea+
<<124 ABY; R5 Sector, Korriban, Wilds, The Tomb of Baakon Hex>>
Her first thought was that everything hurt and was dark. This was a surprisingly normal enough thought for Mary. After a moment, the inside of her mask lit up as it managed to start rebooting. Even half conscious from the impact, or perhaps impacts, Mary's first action was to make sure she was still armed. Sure enough, her carbine was still lock firmly in her grip. That was good. She wasn't sure why it was good yet, but she knew it was. This was about the point that Mary realized she was laying down. That seemed odd, as she was still fully dressed. No, wait, not fully. Her hat was missing, and from the breeze tickling one foot, so was one of her boots.
Her mask finished booting to show the rusty red sky above her. That didn't seem right at all, and after a moment, she realized it was the ground. With heavy effort, she rolled over. That was probably a mistake. Much of her left side exploded in pain. Mary was well familiar with pain, both delivering and receiving it. But she had never liked it. From the feel of it, she had several broken bones on that side, ranging from her foot to something in her ribs. She also felt like she should be in a hurry for some reason.
Her head hurt as well, but she took a moment to turn it toward the sounds. With the suddenness of a lightning strike, she was much more alert. As the wallowing floundering monster came into view she remembered trying to get past it, only to be launched like a wet t-shirt at a beach party. It still seemed focused on her, which was fair enough, as they seem to have done about even damage to each other. Closer to her and moving much more rapidly was the new guy and a shimmering contact icon painted in her HUD that was likely the somehow invisible Mira. After a few more moments of looking around, she also spotted her hat. She would have to make sure that someone grabbed it for her.
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Post by Erik Itera on Jan 19, 2024 9:54:37 GMT -8
*Erik heard the great roar in the distance and what was probably another fight not too far from the tomb they were currently in. It was all too far to be relevant to him at the moment, because he had bigger problems to worry about as objects began to speed toward him. Various rocks, crates, and debris suddenly hurled with telekinetic force across the tomb. A launched wrist rocket blew the first crate apart and gave him some cover to move. With a quick burst from his jetpack he was able to get just far enough to avoid the mass of objects as his diagonal jetpack assisted leap took him just a little out of the way. Smaller fragments of the thrown objects that had broken apart as they hit the stone floor of the tomb began to clatter across his yellow armor but he had to keep moving. He would have accompanied that movement with another flurry of projectiles, unfortunately the very effective, but sensitive, weapon had taken a bit of hit and was jammed.* ::Sithspit, this was supposed to be a simple mission:: *They'd been checking on some academics for a bit of quick cash, and instead found themselves once again up against Darth Pain-in-the-ass.* ::They don't pay me enough for this shit.:: *It was empty grumblings for the most part, there was a part of the Mandalorian who'd been itching for a fight and that part rejoiced as he launched the second wrist rocket at the Sith Lord, who knows maybe this time they'd get lucky and end the fool for good.*
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Post by Ami-Lee Westar on Jan 23, 2024 4:36:39 GMT -8
[ Ami-Lee Westar | Inner Sanctum | The Tomb of Baakon Hex | The Wilds | Korriban ] Attn: House of D'Ordinii, Mira Yim, Erik Itera & Dar'Toral The Sith's high-pitched laughter filled the chamber, as he held his palm outward in the universal stop gesture towards Erik's incoming missile. Millie backpedalled urgently, knowing the potency of the Mandalorian's weapons, especially the explosives. She knew their quarry was more than a little crazy, which was why they were willing to take on the job. Plus the Mandalorians were kind of specialists on taking on Sith or Jedi, this ought to have been fairly easy, with a decent pay...but what they failed to count on was that crazy also should have listed crazy powerful in the fob.
BOOM!
Honestly, Millie half-expected the projectile to either get deflected, or stopped in mid-air. She'd seen it happen, but it seemed the Sith either overestimated his own abilities or he failed to stop the rocket. Either way, when the smoke and debris cleared...there was nothing but a small blackened crater where the Sith Lord once stood.
Holding her weapons pointed up in a relaxed but ready position, Millie approached the crater, but intersecting her path with Erik's, “'ey, tell ya what, next time, I'll be th' distraction.”
She lightly bumped her face-plate against his, making a metallic clack before pulling away, and approached the site of the explosion, “Blast it...there's nothing left! How're we going to issue proof he's de-”
A high pitched male voice cackled gleefully above them. Twisting her head to look up, Millie saw the Sith Lord laughing his choobies off, and the woman let her head droop, “Of course...”
“My aren't you a fun pair,” he said, “I haven't had this much entertainment in forever! We simply must do this again. But for now, enjoy my pet outside. Ta-ta!”
“Not so karkin' fast, ya slippery-!” Millie dropped her concussion rifle and drew out her Glie-44 blaster pistol and fired it along with her Westar in rapid succession, trailing the Sith's retreat. The lousy blighter moved with spider-like motions as he giggled and laughed all the way out of a small tunnel leading straight up.
“Ferglutz!” she swore, “There goes our payday...”
She paused, then glanced at Erik, “What in th' blazes did he mean by pet???”
The sound of weapons fire and pained roars answered her.
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Post by Hammy the Jedi Hamster on Jan 23, 2024 4:54:50 GMT -8
[ Hammy the Jedi Hamster | Cockpit | HT-2200 Medium Freighter - Tempest | Korriban ] Attn: House of D'Ordinii, Mira Yim, Erik Itera & Dar'ToralHammy poked his nose out from under the storage bin of the armrest of the captain's chair. He could sense great evil and knew, the Light called upon him to stamp the darkness a little. He missed his spider companion of Yavin. With the creature's help, he could get around a whole lot faster. At nine hundred years old, running at high speeds was such a drag.
With a hop and a roll, the hamster was on the ground, and ambling on all fours as quickly as he could manage. He could sense an old enemy. And he would hunt down this terrible fell creature, and slay it. The Light will prevail.
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Post by Mira Yim on Jan 23, 2024 9:54:28 GMT -8
A plume of dust and dirt kicked up as Mira slid to a stop next to Mary, dropping to her knees as she cast glowing pink eyes full of worry and concern at the padawan. Her padawan, who she was responsible for, who she had allowed to get into this situation to begin with. The Master Shaper turned Jedi felt a worsening guilt sinking like a stone in her stomach as she looked over the other woman, trying to assess her injuries with some expertise on the matter. As a Shaper, she knew quite a lot about biology, even human though it wasn't her specialty. They weren't so different from her own species, the few obvious exceptions excluded. She slipped her left hand under her injured partners head and helped her sit up.
"Oh Mary." She sniffed, somewhat tearfully. "You've looked better." She turned her head towards the leviathan flopping around nearby, trying to get up but repeatedly toppling over as its leg gave way beneath it, not able to support the creature given its injuries. That crushing guilt made her somewhat less concerned for the beast's wellbeing at the moment, at least compared to the woman in her arms. "Come on, we need to get you away from here. This might hurt a little, but Yun-Yuuzhan teaches us that pain is worship, so consider yourself most devout."
Then in a surprising display of strength for a frame as lean and lanky as her own, the Yuuzhan Vong lifted Mary in her arms and began to carry her in the direction of the tomb. She had some healing supplies in her shaping satchel, but now was hardly the time to apply them so close to the thrashing monster.
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Post by House of D'Ordinii on Jan 24, 2024 23:03:23 GMT -8
==Jedi Fly RP== +Mary Cerulea+
<<124 ABY; R5 Sector, Korriban, Wilds, The Tomb of Baakon Hex>>
The beast was still flopping around, and getting closer. Well, Mary was still armed. She brought the carbine up and moved to brace it with her left arm. Except no arm came up to brace the weapon. This confused her for a second, until she looked down and saw the mangled pulp extending from her shoulder. A stray thought along the lines of 'well, I'm not as armed as I though' tumbled its way through her head.
When she looked back up, the other two were standing over her. They seemed to be talking, but it was either very quiet, or very far away and Mary didn't really caught any of it. It shortly didn't matter though, as Mira picked her up surprisingly gracefully. There was something missing though, something important.
-Mary
Hat.
On the other hand, literally, Mary now had a much more stable position to fire from. Taking careful aim at one of the four eyes, Mary opened fire with the Tooth once more. The weaker shots splashed off the armored skin of the creature with almost no effect. However, the sheer number of shots buzzing down range covered the lack of fine control. Several shots sank into the existing craters from the high power shots, digging them deeper. The more important effect though was that the haze of fire managed to strike two of the creature's eyes. Both left eyes of the beast popped in a shower of gore under the damage inflicted.
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Post by Dar'Toral on Jan 25, 2024 5:24:57 GMT -8
Dar'Toral had stuck close to the vong woman, ready to defend her while she worked on Mary. Showing surprising strength for her somewhat small frame, she hefted her patient over her shoulders, and began heading toward the tomb. Dar'Toral ran beside her, feeling a spike in the force just before Mary began to open fire on the creature from her place over Mira's shoulder.
"So we ARE fighting it then?"He chuckled darkly as they approached the ancient Sith tomb he had been hoping to study.
The closer they came to the aged sepulcher, the more he began to feel. He sensed his own emotions growing raw, even caught himself baring his fangs and a growl rising in his throat as he felt a weight of anger, hatred, and bloodlust upon him. The Dark Side was strong here, and the Dark Side spoke so easily and sweetly to those who did not properly guard their mind.
Dar'Toral, warrior son of the warrior king of a warrior people, knew well the lure of allowing anger and violence to rule him, and sank into mental exercises he had learned among the Matukai. These exercises served to focus and sharpen his will, building a bastion against the Dark within his mind. In many ways, he had traveled far from the Jedi teachings of Master K'Mogh, learning as much as the various force cults of the galaxy could teach him before exploring a new one. Though he had spent time with the Matukai, the Fallanassi, the Jensaarai, and the Sorcerers of Tund, and learned many perspectives, he remained firmly on the side of the Light.
"We must be prudent, this is a place of great power and darkness. Do not underestimate the seductive allure of it."
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Post by Mira Yim on Jan 25, 2024 17:03:39 GMT -8
Carrying Mary like an unceremonious sack of potatoes slung over her shoulder, the Master Shaper nearly jumped out of her second skin as the padawan's carbine began to bark hot death at the creature firmly to their rear, startled enough to stumble and almost spill the other woman onto the floor. Frankly she would have deserved it, but a Handmaiden of Yun-Ne'Shel was anything but spiteful. Swaying slightly, she quickly regained her balance and lowered her comrade to the ground once they made it safely into the dusty tomb. She assisted her fellow Jedi into a sitting position with her back propped up against the wall, taking a moment to get a better look at her arm, when her coynite companion bared his fangs and growled. The Yuuzhan Vong turned her head and brushed her raven hued locks from her face, damp with sweat from her recent exertion. She focused her glowing pink mqaaq'it on Dar'Toral, her light blue eye sacks pulsing with unease. While still unfamiliar with his species, it seemed clear to her that he was agitated.The explanation that followed gave clarity to the Coyn Prince's current mood. Mira looked around, intrigued by Dar's assessment of their current surroundings. Despite her firm desire to follow the Jedi path, her Yuuzhan Vong lineage meant she had no connection to the Force, light or dark. It made her no less curious.♪♪ "Fascinating." ♪♪ She exclaimed in her melodic tone, retrieving a note pad from a hidden pocket in her form fitting oozhith gown and then removed a long stylus biot that had been concealed in her hair. Jotting down notes, the bio-engineering savant questioned the coynite on his experience. "Seductive allure, you say? So there is a sexual component. How interesting. Can you describe what you are feeling currently?"A groan from Mary helped to focus her scatterbrained mind. "Apologies, Mary, I almost forgot about you there. Let's see what we can do about that arm." Clicking the somewhat sinister digits of the eight fingered shaping hand attached to her right wrist, the Master Shaper began to work away on the damaged appendage, plunging a syringe like digit into her padawan's flesh. Simultaneously she extracted blood while pumping Mary full of anti-biotics of her own design to help stave off infection from her broken bones. Retrieving a coral splint from her robeskin shaping satchel, she fixed the broken arm straight and tied it together with healing swatches, while her multi-segmented appendages probed and knit together flesh where she was cut, applying ointments and healing agents. "If we can get you back to the ship, I might be able to save your arm. No promises though. Human physiology leaves a lot to be desired. Of course, I could always grow you a new arm." She stroked her chin, appearing thoughtful. "A better one actually. You just need to let me know how many fingers you'd like, or if you'd like fingers at all. Maybe a nice boneless appendage would be better, given your propensity for injury."
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Post by Hammy the Jedi Hamster on Jan 26, 2024 21:22:52 GMT -8
[ Hammy the Jedi Hamster | Inner Sanctum | The Tomb of Baakon Hex | The Wilds | Korriban ] Attn: House of D'Ordinii, Mira Yim, Erik Itera & Dar'Toral “Curious, this is!” said Hammy to himself as he ambled past a moving mass of land and mountain.
If his perception were correct, it even had eyes, legs, arms and tentacles. One would almost think it a living creature. But what did it matter to one as tiny as the hamster? No, his quarry was within the destination beyond this strange animated land mass. The deep groans and roars of pain were strange to his ears, but the Force was his ally, and he feared nothing, so he boldly ventured right beneath it as it raised it's "head". He saw what many humanoids liked to wear. They called it a hat.
While Hammy had robes made for him, and it had a hood, he hardly wore it except on formal occasions. Still, it gave some shelter from the horrid weather of this fell world, so he slid under it and began to move towards the ginormous steps, now looking like a hat that could move and flopped over each step. It bumped against a wall, and Hammy realized he might have to jump. How tedious. But drawing upon the Force, he leapt over what he now realized was an armoured leg, female's, if he guessed rightly.
But he had little time to concern himself with the woman. His enemy awaited him.
As he landed, the hat flopped back over him.
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Post by House of D'Ordinii on Jan 26, 2024 22:13:31 GMT -8
==Jedi Fly RP== +Mary Cerulea+
<<124 ABY; R5 Sector, Korriban, Wilds, The Tomb of Baakon Hex>>
Mary grunted a bit as she was dumped rather abruptly against a wall. Her left arm was little more than jelly inside the bodyglove, but several ribs and the left leg were only broken. She watched, with mild bemusement, as her hat skittered and clanked along the rocky ground toward them. Mira and Dar were still talking, but Mary still couldn't really follow what they were saying. Then Mira jabbed something into her arm. That didn't seem particularly nice.
With one last skittering clank, her hat flopped into her lap, revealing a large tan mouse. Which was only visible for a moment before the hat flopped back down on top of him. Mary blinked, slowly. She wasn't entirely sure she had just seen what she thought she had. With her right arm, she reached out to pick up the hat, only to end up tapping it with her carbine. Mary paused for a second, then realized she didn't have a spare hand to use. With somewhat more effort, she slid the carbine into its sheath on her thigh. With a hand now free, she reached out again and picked up her hat. She leaned over slightly to one side to peek under it as she did so, though the motion very nearly overbalanced her.
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Post by Dar'Toral on Jan 31, 2024 7:05:59 GMT -8
Dar'Toral growled a chuckle at the shaper's assessment of his words. Her inability to feel the force making it an interesting challenge to express.
"I had not thought of it in that sense, but it is an interesting thing upon which to meditate. Perhaps we can discuss this in detail later. There is great wickedness in the very air of this place. I confess I am unfamiliar with this particular lord, but from the taste of the Force here, I suspect he was a sorcerer of some skill."
He kept his eyes scanning, probing with his senses as far as he could, gathering the force into him to be released however necessary.
"How badly is she hurt?"
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Post by Mira Yim on Jan 31, 2024 9:21:56 GMT -8
Briefly pausing, the Master Shaper jotted down more notes as Dar'Toral explained, making several bullet points on the parchment in her hands for later review. Her mqaaq'it flared excitedly at the prospect of further discussing these findings. Sorcery was often said to be science that was not yet understood, so it was possibly that if this tomb had been constructed for a sorcerer, that they were then dealing with another academic such as herself. Albeit, any academic details discovered here would need to be assessed with the utmost caution. The High Master of her Order had made it clear that study of the darkside was definitely frowned upon by the Jedi, if not entirely restricted. The coynite's query brought Mira's thoughts back to the present as she watched a rodent scurry from beneath Mary's hat as the padawan tried to pick it up and nearly fell over. The Yuuzhan Vong steadied her with a hand.
"Easy there, Mary." Said Mira, pursing her lips as she looked the padawan over. Her plethora of probing scientific implants told her that they were definitely dealing with some broken bones. Probably a concussion too. She snapped her fingers in front of the trigger-happy woman's eyes, studying their movement. Eventually she looked over her shoulder and shook her head. "She won't be performing handspring somersaults any time soon, but she'll survive." Looking around, the Master Shaper frowned. "We should probably get her back to the ship. It's too bad, I really wanted to have a chance to study these ruins while we..." She paused, her butterfly wing shaped ears fluttering slightly as she heard something from deep in the tomb. "Huh. Did you hear that too? It almost sounds like pounding footsteps."
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Post by Erik Itera on Feb 10, 2024 8:16:02 GMT -8
A high pitched male voice cackled gleefully above them. Twisting her head to look up, Millie saw the Sith Lord laughing his choobies off, and the woman let her head droop, “Of course...”
“My aren't you a fun pair,” he said, “I haven't had this much entertainment in forever! We simply must do this again. But for now, enjoy my pet outside. Ta-ta!”
“Not so karkin' fast, ya slippery-!” Millie dropped her concussion rifle and drew out her Glie-44 blaster pistol and fired it along with her Westar in rapid succession, trailing the Sith's retreat. The lousy blighter moved with spider-like motions as he giggled and laughed all the way out of a small tunnel leading straight up.
“Ferglutz!” she swore, “There goes our payday...”
She paused, then glanced at Erik, “What in th' blazes did he mean by pet???”
The sound of weapons fire and pained roars answered her.
His helmeted head toward the entrance in response to Millie's question as the sounds of combat with something large begin to echo toward them* "I don't know, but I suppose we'd better find out" *Tapping his helmet to her faceplate in a gesture mirroring her own the Mandalorian began jogging toward the entrance of the tomb, only to stop suddenly at the threshold and the scene before him.* "Well that's not what I expected" *He said mostly to himself as he turned his head over his shoulder and yelled out to his companion.* "You might want to get over here Doc, It seems like someone else wandered across the trap meant for us" |
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Post by Dar'Toral on Feb 12, 2024 7:15:11 GMT -8
Dar'Toral's head snapped toward Mary's prone form. A presence he had not felt for a long time, a very bright spark of the light in the dark, like an emergency flare in the black. He couldn't place it at first, but it certainly wasn't Mary. He focused his awareness inward, and then back out in a wave to sense more clearly.
"Hammy Ambrosinus Thundersun Malthazar VI, Duke of Carannia. How came you here?"
He realized now the diminuitive Jedi was beneath Mary's hat. As Mira spoke, Dar'Toral heard it too, someone running towards them. He gathered the Force around himself and his lightsaber blazed to life, ready to defend against attack.
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Post by Ami-Lee Westar on Feb 12, 2024 8:35:17 GMT -8
[ Ami-Lee Westar | Inner Sanctum | The Tomb of Baakon Hex | The Wilds | Korriban ] Attn: House of D'Ordinii, Mira Yim, Erik Itera & Dar'ToralMillie arched an eyebrow at being called 'Doc'. That usually meant someone's hurt badly enough for her other profession to be required. She kept a steady pace just behind him, lagging mostly out of caution and concealing their numbers, though Erik calling for her would have given that away already, now that she thought of it.
With a mental shrug, she stepped out to see a mixed group of individuals, including a Yuuzhan Vong, of all things. She appeared to be tending to the most wounded looking member of their group. Just beyond, following a flight of steps, came an agonized noise of something large.
Holstering her weapons, Millie strode towards the pair, a quick glance at the large male said he was none the worse for wear. He looked rather intense, though. Unfortunately, she didn't have a cure for that.
“Millie,” said the blonde woman as an introduction, she removed her faceplate breathing mask and tipped off her hat, letting it hang behind her, “bounty hunter, doctor, pilot, chain smoker. Cause of injuries? Do lemme know what ya've done already...that a hamster?”
She watched a very short-tailed tan rodent ambling out from under the injured woman's hat which she'd held on to.
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Post by Hammy the Jedi Hamster on Feb 12, 2024 9:47:26 GMT -8
[ Hammy the Jedi Hamster | Inner Sanctum | The Tomb of Baakon Hex | The Wilds | Korriban ] Attn: House of D'Ordinii, Mira Yim, Erik Itera & Dar'Toral<< A master of the obvious, you are, >> said the ancient, near-immortal hamster as he hopped off the injured woman's lap, having left what little healing in the Force he knew. But humanoid physiology was so strange and very inconvenient, not to mention impractical.
He could waste no more time. His quarry was near. He must go, the galaxy needed him.
"Hammy Ambrosinus Thundersun Malthazar VI, Duke of Carannia. How came you here?"
He supposed he could spare a moment for an old friend, but he kept moving towards his target, whilst communicating directly to the man.
<< Failed to notice, did you? Upon the ship we both were. Dark is the foe I face here. Return shortly I will. >>
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Post by Ami-Lee Westar on Feb 12, 2024 9:50:16 GMT -8
[ Ami-Lee Westar | Inner Sanctum | The Tomb of Baakon Hex | The Wilds | Korriban ] Attn: House of D'Ordinii, Mira Yim, Erik Itera & Dar'ToralMillie blinked and stared as the hamster left them, heading deeper into the tomb.
“Y'all heard that, right?” asked Millie, “That hamster just spoke? Into our heads or somethin'...never a good sign.”
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Post by Mira Yim on Feb 14, 2024 10:00:18 GMT -8
Unfortunately, being a Yuuzhan Vong, the Master Shaper wasn't able to hear the telepathy. She stared at Millie, observing the jack-of-all-trades with her bright pink mqaaq'it, uncertain if she too was suffering from a head injury just like Mary. After a moment, Mira snapped out of it and spoke up. "This is my padawan, Mary. She was injured fighting a large native lifeform outside the tomb entrance here. I've done my best to stabilize her but she was whacked pretty hard by the creature's tail. I've put a splint on her left arm, but I'm not sure if it will do much good at this point." Pausing, she placed her shaping hand over her heart. "My name is Mira Yim, I'm a Jedi Knight from Ossus..." She looked around at Dar'Toral, briefly nudging her head in his direction. "...as it my companion here. We were sent to investigate what happened to the archeological team that was excavating this tomb. They stopped reporting in about a month ago." She shook her head. "But that's a problem for later. Please..." She reached to Millie and squeezed her hands together gently, staring into her exposed face almost pleadingly. "...if there is anything you can do to help our friend, we would be in your debt." She began to tear up and sniffled. "This is all my fault. I should have insisted she leave her blaster aboard our ship."Help us, Millie-Wan Kenobi, you're our only hope.
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Post by House of D'Ordinii on Feb 21, 2024 22:46:07 GMT -8
==Jedi Fly RP== +Mary Cerulea+
<<124 ABY; R5 Sector, Korriban, Wilds, The Tomb of Baakon Hex>>
The rodent's voice was surprisingly clear through the haze, but that didn't last long. There seemed to be a lot more people standing around her than there should be. They didn't seem particularly threatening, but they might also be hallucinations. It certainly wouldn't be the first time that happened. One thing she did know, however, was that the threat wasn't fully dealt with. They were in some kind of cave or structure now. But she could hear it wallowing closer. She set her hat back down in her now empty lap, and slowly turned her head.
There it was. It was still outside, but within sight and working its way closer. Its two remaining eyes burned with a hatred that did much to cut through the fog in her head. She wasn't in physical shape to fight it. But no one else seemed willing or able to finish the beast off either. This was going to suck. Taking a moment to steel herself against something she knew was going to hurt like the blazes, she raised an arm to point at the beast. To another, it might seem she was pointing out a threat. In truth, she was getting her most powerful, but also most dangerous weapon ready.
With tremendous focus, she aimed her finger and released her will. A lance of pure, shredding force erupted from her extended finger. The ground between her and her target cracked and buckled like some great spiked weight had been roughly dragged across it, and the lance of telekinetic force buried itself into the oncoming beast. A large portion of its head exploded under the impact of the wild, uncontrolled release of Force powers.
That wasn't the only effect though, as she tapped so deeply into the force, the left side of her face exploded in pain. The decades old wound, the old infection she had caught from a scrape of jagged rock deep in the bowels of coruscant reacted. Mary's world dissolved in pain as the infection began to eat once again into her face and skull. A rush of fresh blood began to leak from under her mask as she passed out.
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Post by Ami-Lee Westar on Mar 3, 2024 21:52:43 GMT -8
[ Ami-Lee Westar | Inner Sanctum | The Tomb of Baakon Hex | The Wilds | Korriban ] Attn: House of D'Ordinii , Mira Yim , Erik Itera & Dar'Toral Turning her attention back to the more pressing matter at hand, talking hamsters aside, Millie reached behind herself, under her duster, and pulled out her field medikit. The young woman's injuries were substantial, but she needed to get her out of most of her armour to examine the extent of it. That was when she did...something.
“Saints alive!” exclaimed Millie as she hopped back a little, and then let out a surprised grunt, “so that's the 'pet' that piece of poodoo was talkin' about!”
Aiming her one-shot wrist rocket, courtesy of a spare Erik had made, but for some reason wasn't satisfied with, Millie let fly right into the gaping wound Mary had left with her final attack. The rocket, though small, blossomed into quite a sizeable explosion upon impact, and taking out her scatterblaster, she sent a few shots at the leviathan, what little of it she could identify, before turning to Erik, “Mind moppin' up? Gotta check on my patient now. Sorry Mira, but we can't exactly ignore a Sith Leviathan.”
Putting away her weapons again, she used the kit's bioscanner to determine most of the external injuries, then she gingerly removed the face plate, and stared at the deep pock-marked scarring on the left side of her face, with a socket where her left eye should have been, and parts of her cheek and mouth was permanently exposed. Once she might have been a fetching lady, but now she evidenced deep traumas and scarring, some of which appeared of to be exacerbated by her actions earlier of making a defiant final attack on the leviathan.
“If the scanner's got the right of it, that arm ain't gonna be saved, not even if we dumped her in a bacta tank right away...as for what's goin' on with her face, ah, ferglutz!”
Millie swore, then took out some auto-sutures, a disinfectant spray, and some other medications.
“Scanner's able to tell there is a problem with what's on her face, but can't tell me jack all about what it is,” she grumbled, “near as I can tell, it...kinda looks like something Vong-related, but that's just conjecture on my part.”
She applied a little of the disinfectant spray, but she doubted it'd do much. Mira's splint was good, but the damage to the woman's arm was too extensive. Millie placed some clamps to secure her arm further, though at this point, it was a token gesture and an exercise in futility.
“Guessin' ya got a ship nearby,” said Millie, “we need t' get her back there and out of this place. Korriban's so full of nasties that just want to kill ya, and I reckon even the air's crawlin' with parasites and whatnot. Best not leave her out here to see what a combination of her face and Korriban air will do for her well bein'. Speakin' o' which...”
She put the mask back on for now.
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