Star Wars 41 ABY - Shadow Games

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  1. Sinrebirth Immortal Mod-King of the EUC and SWC

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    IC: Gorog
    Deep inside the caves

    Gorog almost lost control in his angry. And that had never happened before. Thirty millennia trapped in a jar, and the first thing that is said to him is this?

    "That is it? An old thing in a box?" Cara asked. "All this trouble about an old thing in a box? What, did my bombardment awake you? Did I break some sort of mystic seal? What? WHAT?" Cara thought she wanted more room and the Kiliks hurried out of her way.

    Gorog felt a bead of sweat dribble down his weathered head. The Killiks were listening to her...

    "You fool allowed your sibling to shoot you into space and now you´re wrecking chaos on the most unimportant piece of rock in the universe because you feel the need to FEED YOU EGO!?!" Cara stepped forth, to hammer her fist into this tank the thing was in. And she began to laugh. "Do you Sith never get it? You´re loosers!"

    Gorog allowed condescension to creep into his tones. "Oh yes, Cara, believe that, little murderess. This, all of this," Gorog gestured with her arms, taking in the whole planet, "is because of you. Because of the bombardment you led on this very moonlet. This caused us to stir anew. Not this 'Lomi Plo', not this 'Sarafur', who rampaged so. You. And now he seeks to thwart our return. But its too late... far too late."

    The head shivered through Cara's body. "Centerpoint is gone. She is free. But don't worry, little one, there won't be anything left for her to take." The Killiks gathered back around her at his demand, and Gorog allowed the poison within Cara to touch nerve endings, to sever them around her throat. Her body flopped forward, onto knees. He let her keep control of her mouth, of those foolish words she would utter, no doubt.

    He grinned manically.

    "Did you know that there is one art that the Killiks truly learned, and did not steal from another race?"

    Gorog felt the one he had saved come stomping from around the corner, deeper in the cave. Gorog nodded. The massive Killik snapped razor sharp claws, enlargened claws, and flexed them, clicking them in time with its chirps and whistles. It reached for Cara.

    Gorog answered his question.

    "Limb reattachment."

    Snip.


    TAG: SirakRomar

    ---

    IC: Darth Insipid
    Heading for the central cavern

    Darth Insipid scurried away from the death throes of the Sarlacc, feeling the echoes of a Joiner in the monstrous creatures' mind. His lightsaber was in hand, and he cut and spun, slashing apart a Killik here, there. It seemed as if a few hundred had been jammed down this tunnel. They seemed determined to scurry forward, as if they had a target they were being driven after. Insipid cursed, loudly. He did not enjoy being irrelevant.

    Bisecting a trio of Killiks who were ignoring him, Insipid pointed up, cursing his grandmothers bones for the first time in his life. Lomi Plo. Dark Queen of the Gorog. And now... there was only Gorog. The Sith Lord, only anointed such barely fifteen years earlier, gnashed his teeth together, the young man cursing Darth Krayt and his idiocy. Reaching into the darkness, he threw his mind up the tunnel, away from Gorog and Cara and the sarlacc, into the central chamber -

    He found two minds. One, a mottled and old one, nibbled at the edges by the dark side, did not interest him; Ship was here.

    Insipid's eyes flared open, in surprise.

    "Impossible."

    Whatever was happening, he had to get away from Ship. Insipid was between Ship and Gorog. And he did not want to get in the way of that. He was right; Krayt had sent him here to die. But he could sense so many more dark presences, that he could. And he began to acknowledge what had happened. Insipid turned his blade down, and drove it up, into the ceiling. He had to get to the surface, warn the Jedi - lure him down here, somehow -

    Because it was going to take a Skywalker to stop this cataclysm.

    The battle of darkness...

    It was a Caedus.
  2. SirakRomar Jedi Master

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    Mar 30, 2007
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    Cara Ta´Manis
    The Cave, Shadow

    The sound would have been unnerving to any sane mind. Good for Cara she had none of these anymore. And no feeling of pain, too. He anger vanished immediately as she saw her arm drop. She looked down to the old thing and laughed again. Right into it´s face. "I hoped for something faster, but it will do." She laughed out and grabbed the Killiks head, again her surpressed anger transforming into strength unlike any her arms ever had she used his skull to ram it into the pod Gorog was still imprisoned in. Only because she laughed the idea of doing it. When it was broken, she threw it aside and looked at the mseared window. "A leg next, perhaps?" She laughed out and rammed her head into the pod. With all her power. Again and again. Blood streaming over her face. Her laughter amidst the dark caves. She would not survive that long. Was she still alive? "I awakened you? So what?" She yelled. "So what? You are no danger. You are a fool! You showed it to me, your," her head rammed into the glass again. "Self!" And again. And again. "You have nothing you can take away from me anymore. AND THAT MAKES YOU A DESPERATE MAN I ASSUME!" She yelled on and rammed her had again. Her nose was broken now. Her mind a blurry mass of feelings and thoughts. Cara was long gone. With her sense of pain, probably.

    What was left was the laughter. And the laughter would go on for eternity.


    Tag: Sinre
  3. LordTroepfchen Jedi Master

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    Apr 9, 2007
    star 4
    Hoole
    Caves


    He felt the presence a second before it asked him to identify himself. The corridors were now lamsot cleaned of the annoying Killiks. Slowly inside of him the painful realisation had dawned, they were not the answer. Never would be. Slaves. Irrelevant slaves of their own system of checks and balances called a hive. The trip had been worthless. Except . . .

    The one in the center of this darkness could still hold answers. He was the one trophy Hoole needed to have. If he had created the Killiks, could he know how to bind Xenly? Did anybody?

    Hoole wished he had brought one of his beloved Xenly. Only one. he would have prospered in this darkness. Spread thorugh all this anger. He would have consumed this rock. Unstoppable. Glorious. Closing his obsidian eyes, Hoole wondered if it was his desires speaking in his heart. If it were his thoughts. Wishes. Had he crawled into his mind? Into his soul? Into his of all?

    Xenly, his beloved Xenly had become the one of the few things Hoole truly feared. This Sith surely was not one of them.

    Slowly Hoole turned. The hood still drawn deep into his face. A smile curled around his thin lips. Only for a second. his red blade was lowered but still ignited in his hand. Identify? He should identify himself? The Sith and their pathetic eternal cycle of defeat. It had almost become a parody, when their last great Lord had not ruled for more than a few weeks. Irrelvant, compared to what Hoole had already accomplished.

    "No." Was his only reply to the Sith, as the man pointed his blade at him. Hoole kept his distance. And his black eyes stared at this . . . Sith . . . while he reached out into the force. "I don´t think so."


    Tag: Sinrebirth, Draco
    (nearby?)
  4. Sir_Draco Jedi Knight

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    Aug 19, 2007
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    Zazarine Zey
    Caves of Shadow


    Reality had become a very fluid concept. No, no that was untrue. Reality was as it always had been . . . a matter of enlightment. The force had shown him the lies. All of the lies. Lies. Lies. So many, he could not count tghem. A fake Jedi Master had send him on a fake mission on a planet that seemed to be real, but populated by impostors. Did anybody know? Probably not. He had to save them. Save them all. He would slice open these fake bodies and proof theys were not who they appeared to be. Slice open. Reminded him of the coming Killiks. Oh yeah, sure. Killiks. His blade ignited in his hand and he leapt forward.

    Those who had known Zazarine would not have believed he was actually himself. He hadbeen the definition of a defensive fighter. Withdrawn, concentrated, controlled. Too controlled, as many great duelists than he was had pointed out. Now he was a raging killing machine. A Jedi driven by the desire to kill. No defensive at all. No defensive needed. Only a hurling blade of light cutting through a world full of lies.

    When he stood above the insectoid bodies he hissed out air and his breathing mask extended that hiss to the outer world. Then his head slowly turned. Someone else was here. He felt it. Darkness. Darkness was here. It must have been the source of the Impostors. Yes, nearby. Not too far away. Running he speeded towards the two presences beneath.

    Tag: Sinre
  5. Mitth_Fisto Jedi Grand Master

    Member Since:
    Sep 29, 2005
    star 6
    IC: Driggs Norghar
    Celestial tunnels, Shadow

    He had to give it to the man, he was as predictable as a sith as those of ancient manuscripts detailed. Focusing he formed a strong negative charge not only in his body but in the floor around his feet which deflected the lightning away from him like magnets repelled by a similar charge. His blade stabbed about to block the low stab and with a side to the outside before sweeping to the side in an open armed stance to help prevent some of the lightning from reaching Anakin and Isis though he knew he couldn't stop it all.

    Hearing a scrabbling at the door he simply stared at the Sith, "Are you done? I would rather not have to end you as your friends have."

    TAG: Nick, GM
  6. The Great No One Jedi Master

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    Jun 4, 2005
    star 8
    IC: Mal Judder/ Upper Mountain/ Shadow
    The Cavern / Sometime in... the prastent


    Having decided that not getting up was the smarter decision, when the explosion rang out he was just buffeted a little bit instead of thrown around like a rag doll. The rest of the area didn't fair quite so well, particularly the overly large bug. Bits of meet and other less savory things were landing here and there as Mal gathered himself to his feet. Looking around he noticed for the first time that there was a Mandalorian present. A very short Mandalorian.

    Moving over, thinking introductions, and death, might be in order the caterwauling of holocron caught his attention. It actually sounded desperate. Looking at the blob Mal could understand why as he noticed it's larger presence. An increasingly larger presence. Eyes narrowing in irritation, "Can't EVER be easy." Turning away he started looking for a place to scat. Staying with a living memory that could spew monsters which was expanding was not a terribly good idea.

    Mal considered grabbing the holocron. He really did. Instead he turned to the new comer, "Don't know who you are but you do not want to get stuck in that thing." He pointed there. "I suggest we get out of here pronto." The stormtrooper had noticed the cave leading upwards higher into the mountain... and he really didn't like the idea going into a smaller area that would likely be swallowed by the... data?

    Turning to Ennac, "You know where to turn this thing off from? It's the only way you're not getting eaten by it." He didn't actually state it would be brought along either way... but it sure wouldn't hurt its chances.


    TAG: WINKWINK, SINRE

    OOC:
    things finally settled down for me. sorry about the wait.
  7. Sinrebirth Immortal Mod-King of the EUC and SWC

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    IC: Gorog
    The Cave, Shadow

    *SNIP*

    The massive claws of the Killik behemoth closed around Cara?s throat and removed her head from her shoulders. Gorog hissed, quickly, and the smaller Killiks surrounding his life support vessel quickly moved Gorog?s body over, making use of their own learned skill; putting limbs back together, and reconnecting nerve endings. They had done this to Lomi Plo and Welk instinctively, and now they placed Gorog?s head on the body of Cara. The pain was excruciating, for both of them, especially Cara, of which there were no surprise.

    Gorog quickly began flexing his fingers, remembering how to use his own limbs and legs ? something he had not done for thirty millennia. Within a few moments, Gorog gestured, crushing a Killik to show he could. With a grin, he peered down at his new body. It would do. His Killiks came to him, bringing his dark garments and artefacts he had kept stored and prepared. Taking his amulet, his gauntlets and Sceptre, he felt his power double, again, and again. He tapped into the Killik horde, channelled his power though his weapons, and reached out ? crushing an Imperial frigate with all of his might.

    He laughed.

    And laughed.

    And laughed.

    And in that moment, he failed to notice that the skull that held the last spark of Cara?s mind vanished in a blink of an eye.

    Gorog readied himself. Time to find those irritants ? the pretender Sith, the pathetic Jedi, the interlopers and fools, and wipe them out, and then, with victory at his hand, destroy his old enemy once and for all. Then he could turn all this terrific technology against the galaxy ? as he had planned to do so thirty millennia ago. And then he could take the Sith Meditation Sphere, and lead his horde across the galaxy to enforce his great and truly Infinite Empire ? and all the technology of Shadow would force them to bow to him.

    Gorog ? Dark Emperor of the Shadow.


    --
    Between the Central Cavern and the Cave

    "I don´t think so."

    Darth Insipid scowled at the mottled one. ?Darksiders are drawn to this world like moths to light? damn the Dark Lord and his dreams?? Insipid kept his eyes on the male, he decided, from the voice and tone. ?I cannot decide whether you are powerful, or it?s just this world.?

    ?But I can draw on it as well.? He flicked his hand, electrical current dancing between his fingers. Insipid readied his lightsaber, and then felt the darkness grow, even stronger, again.

    Gorog had taken a host.

    Insipid growled. ?You should leave here, soon.? The young man took slow steps around the tunnel, towards the exit, pouring into the Force the urgency of leaving ? but not physically attempting to turn the mottled one away from his goal, keeping the Force to hand.

    ?I am going to leave. This entity is more dangerous than you could possibly imagine.? He turned to go, and then stabbed out his hand, allowing a blaze of lightning to emerge, and then thumbed his blade, following up, keeping his guard hard, and then holding his hand out to his side, keeping it ready. He had seen the mysterious act in Darth Wyyrlok, and he knew it to be mostly just that ? and he suspected this one was made of the same fluff.


    --
    Central Cavern

    Ship rotated on its spire, looking around. His charges were dying, but the darkest star still shone ? beneath him. But he also found an echo ? a mirror of his own texture. He would choose to abandon the High Lord if things grew too close to him. A Killik here and there leapt into the chamber, and Ship picked them off with a careful blast of its outdated laser. A whole troop was approaching, he could detect that, and there were no less than three dark ones deeper still in the shadows, two confronting each other ? the mottled one among them ? and something far more powerful. He was already reaching out for Ship, intending to break his links to the Tribe, but a new power was intervening, keeping him from doing so? something deeper, darker, so much de
  8. NickLitYouAFlame Jedi Master

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    Feb 27, 2007
    star 5
    Isis Stele
    Celestial Tunnels

    Isis was jarred awake by the impact of Anakin?s body on hers. She gasped at the searing pain in her side. She could do little at this point to help Driggs, or to fight. Isis gripped the glass shard stuck against her ribs. Even touching it, sent shockwaves of pain through her body. The glass sliced her fingers, but she ignored that pain. She focused on the glass. Still deeply immersed in the Force, Isis built her strength. She grimaced, and pulled the glass shard out of her body.

    For a second, Isis blacked out, but she was awake in another, desperately trying to stem the blood seeping from her side. The Force was not helping. Her eyes darted wildly for Driggs. She thrust her arm to see if she could reach Anakin. Her fingers brushed against something cool and metallic. The Celestial?s healing device.

    Isis gripped the handle weakly and pushed it against her side. Nothing happened. She gasped. She called out blindly, ?Driggs, make this kriffing machine work!?

    Tag: Sinre and Mitth
  9. LordTroepfchen Jedi Master

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    Apr 9, 2007
    star 4
    Hoole
    Caves

    He looked at the man and shook his head. Had he offered conversation. The sith did not want to fight and hoole was not here to slay lessers. Also he might do it, if any of them stood in his way.

    "Sure." Was his comment on the Sith and he was gone. As the sith turned and attacke,d he was no longer there to expect the lightning. Laving it to crackle through empty caves, as he drew shadwos around him.

    Cloaking his presence he moved deeper into the caves. Not for much longer, as he felt a presence here. And it was just another limited darksider. Another Sith. Another creature ranting about power and whatever . . .

    Without understanding that feeling high all the time made you an addict. Something Hoole understood all too well. He even understood his drug. He just could not survive withdrawing from it anymore.

    Making his way into the next cavern, he wondered if it was time to leave.

    Tag: Sinrebirth
  10. Mitth_Fisto Jedi Grand Master

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    Sep 29, 2005
    star 6
    IC: Driggs Norghar
    Celestial Tunnels - Shadow's Heart

    The Sith was scared, fearful even. Driggs did not know what to do, but felt his own fear leaving him as he stood there staring at the man. Isis called, and as he began to speak to tell her he was busy there was a blinding light.

    Then the world resolved once more into one that he did not expect to actually come to. Purely from a scientific standpoint what he saw and felt around him was, well it was astounding beyond his wildest - okay maybe not his wildest, but certainly beyond any normal theories of his own about the Celestials.

    Living dead, murderous plants that leave no victims, a core of what looked and felt to be breathing wood beneath his feet. With a lightness in his step that he hadn't felt in years he scrambled over to Isis and took the device from her, doing his best to activate it. "Everything is going to work out." he said with a grin.

    Whatever it was he did not know, how was a matter for another, and the why's like butterflys were floating away. It took most of his resolve to keep such things, though still distant and muddled by the past they seemed. After all, whatever happened they could deal with it, the Celestial tech was on their side afterall. Not even the rumbling of the ground they stood on seemed to bother him as he smiled going about his work.

    TAG: SirakRomar, LordTroepfchen, Sarge221, NickLitYouAFlame, Sinrebirth
  11. SirakRomar Jedi Master

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    Mar 30, 2007
    star 4
    Cara Ta´Manis
    Somewhere on Shadow


    Death was swift, rebirth too. And whatever remained of her conscious mind it was lost in that laughter. Not even dead ended all of this anymore. It was hell. The corellian purgatory. An endless suffering. And what was left than laugh?

    Naked, laughing, lying on the floor she hardly could hear the sounds nearby. She just kept on laughing. Oh how small this world had become. Oh how small.

    And turning and laughing and closing her eyes she came to her feet like a ballad dancer in one of these toys.

    "It is all here for me is it?!?" She screamed out. "I am so flattered you did such an effort, Shadow! I really am!" Then she closed her hands, suddenly not laughing, but angry. And spitted out her next words. "BUT IS THIS ALL YOU GOT?!!!!"

    She hammered her fists into the ground. "ALL YOU GOT!?"

    Tag: Sinre, Mitth, Nick, others
  12. Sarge221 Jedi Master

    Member Since:
    Sep 9, 2006
    star 5
    IC: Alec Nephrite
    Shadows Heart

    "ALL YOU GOT!?"


    "Oh be quiet already!" Alec couldn't help but snap upon being jarred awake by an angry, shrill, female voice. The voice sounded familiar but he barely cared as he was cranky enough whenever he took a nap.

    And there was the fact that he didn't know where he was.

    His violet eyes blinking behind his visor, Alec yawned tiredly, raising an armored gauntlet to put over his mouth while his fingers wipeed the sleep from his eyes while he sat up. His golden helmet got in the way, however, and, even more annoyed, the Mandalorian just impatiently peeled off the head protection so that he could rub his eyes, letting the helmet rest on the ground next to him.

    "Alright, what kind of hole did I get kicked into this time?" he grumbled to himself, trying to rouse himself from the remnants of slumber while he looked around. Wait...no...this wasn't Mandalore. Nor was it Sarafur for that matter despite being as dark and depressing as the tomb he last remembered himself being in. When he was thirteen. Not able to help himself, now that he was fully awoken, Alec grinned to himself while jokingly saying, "Time flies."

    Confused, Alec turned to look at where the annoying voice had come from, hoping to get answers from that avenue.

    "Oh wait." Seeing the face of Cara Ta' Manis, Alec remembered. "I remember you." He then tilted his head, suddenly noticing some things of her that he didn't remember seeing before but was now quite plain to him due to the fact that she was...naked. "Don't remember seeing you in this light though."

    So how old was she again? Younger then him, that he remembered. Ten years...more? Eh, younger and more beautiful maybe but he thought he aged well. Ah, maybe he still had a chance-

    "Stop," Alec spoke, this time to himself as he grinned yet again, a gauntlet coming back up to tap his knuckles against the side of his head. As amusing as it was, now wasn't the time for such thoughts. Especially when he finally noticed that his armor wasn't exactly in tip top shape. Blinking, the older Mandalorian looked down at himself, seeing that, by all rights, he had apparently been crushed. "Now that's interesting."

    The memory of how that happened came to him in a moment. Ah, right, he had been taken by the tendrils, dragged down into darkness and then he himself had been brought into darkness. Really, that plant thing had done this to his armor? Stang, and he thought the beskar could hold up better to it but look at this! Shameful! Not only did he have this mark of shame to carry around for the rest of this mission, he was going to be carrying it around until he got back to Mandalore where he would have to make a new set! That was going to take a bite out of his credits...

    Testing his movements, rolling his arms, stretching his legs, Alec found himself able to easily move despite all this damage. A plus sign at least; damaged as it was he wasn't planning on ditching it anytime soon, not until this was all over. Another plus was that his helmet was still intact and that was more important to him then any other piece of his armor.

    "Alright, who do I have to kill for this?" Slowly pulling himself to his feet, retrieving his helmet as he did so, Alec looked around to see what else - or who else - he could spot.

    "I remember you," he spoke next, pointing to the head of a droid that he found lying not too far away from him: the head of Ysomethingsomething-1. "Seems you didn't get off as easy as I did." Continuing his search, he paused to point a finger at a Drall while repeating, "I remember you." Turning next to the braided head of the Jedi that was with Driggs he once again repeated, "I remember you."

    It was when he got to a similar bare-bodied form that Alec paused, his hand rubbing at his chin before he finally shook his head. "Don't remember you."

    Considering that the individual was down, unmoving, and injured, Alec wasn't expecting a response.

    Time to see who was alive and who was dead then. Stopping at the droid
  13. Sinrebirth Immortal Mod-King of the EUC and SWC

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    IC: YVH-1
    Shadows Heart

    Jostled, YVH-1 took it as the moment to reactivate, photoreceptors glowing for a moment. YVH-1 quickly assessed the area, a limited sensor sweep. It picked up various parts of itself, and triggered various subroutines to continue on events. It also noted something that was not of itself - being what appeared to be Alecs' shotgun, and spoke, a sharpness to his voice due to the dent in his face. "I believe that is your shotgun, if you are running through your checklist."

    A naked Cara was cackling, mad, even though Alec had scolded her. YVH re-assessed his opinion of her. Driggs was healing Isis, not taking his job particularly seriously, but Anakin, for his part, appeared to be wilting, though Alec would detect a faint heartbeat. YVH cleared its 'throat', acknowledging that such things would draw their attention to it, before he spoke. "Report in, I am still the leading officer of this expedition and I -"

    "Enough."

    The ground rumbled, and Anakin keeled over, collapsing to the fleet. The room illuminated, with light pouring down from light fittings that were attached to the ceiling, giving a spherical edge to the chamber. The ground was revealed to be a pale white, waxen, the same colour as the tentacles from above. Behind them all, it was evident that the ground was stretching, the land leaning up, and unmistakably, an eye emerged, blinking, once, a massive globe of emerald with a thin pupil evident. The eye angled itself, as if it was the side of the head.

    His voice intoned, every rumble of sound echoing a rumble of the ground - the creatures body.

    "I am a monument to all your sins," he sighed, lightly. A relative lightness, a mere ripple of the floor, shifting feet and rattling armour, and he continued, ?there is much talk, and I have listened, through rock and metal and time. Now I shall talk, and you shall listen.?

    The great eye blinked.

    ?I am Shanshu, and I see that the war between Dark and Light prophesised by Jedi and her Knights has become truth. The Force has been in sentient hands for too long ? and nothing has changed?? The eye focused on them, in turn, blinking once.

    He checked the Drall. ?I have contained the Sith and Killiks on this moon for thirty millennia, keeping them away from the Celestial technology Gorog sought to use to force the galaxy to surrender?? The eye focused upon Cara. ?But the actions of one of you imbalanced that?? He continued, nonetheless. ?Shadow is the Celestial fail-safe, designed to activate once Centerpoint, the heart of the Celestial network, is destroyed. The loss of ancilliary parts of the network have not triggered it, but now, Shadow is pulling upon the other installations to wreak gravitic anomalies across the galaxy ? which can all be manipulated from here.?

    Shanshu sighed, a deep rumble, as he let the inevitability of that statement settle in; this was more dangerous than Centerpoint ? it was the endgame, capable of allowing Gorog to order the galaxy surrender to him? he was double the threat; a Killik swarm without end, and now this?

    ?The Chiss inadvertently helped Gorog by giving him control of one of the installations on the moon? you must take it back, little man of armour, destroy it, seize it?? With that, Alec vanished, absorbed by golden rings of light ? a Celestial teleporter, YVH? system concluded, before vanishing into it.

    ?More of your foolishness has caused Celestial technology has malfunctioned, and it has meant the memory phantasms are now absorbing parts of the planet ? taking your ?ally? Judder into the recording, made real by constant exposure to the dark side? you, Drall, will deal with it ? destroy the power source, learn something about yourself, it matters little to me.? A flare, and he was gone, too.

    ?The dying woman with a name of metal? a dark man will soon scurry the surface of this world; kill him, end him, before he takes secrets to immortal Sekot.? Isis vanished into rings, the chamber emptying
  14. NickLitYouAFlame Jedi Master

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    Feb 27, 2007
    star 5
    Isis Stele
    Shadow, Surface

    Isis was lifted, and placed on the surface of Shadow. The experience made her eyes spin, but she recovered in time to see a tall, powerful man come running towards her. She reacted with the instinct of Jedi. As he reached out to knock her to the side, Isis gripped his wrist and swung her elbow into his ear. In the same fluid motion, she brought her knee towards his face, knocking him back the direction he had come.

    Isis stepped back only to encounter resistance. Behind her was a TIE Interceptor. It was this man?s haven. Isis freed and ignited her saber. She rolled the cool metal hilt between her fingers, savoring the hiss as the weapon evaporated the rain that touched its blade. This must be the being to which the giant eye had been referring. Isis smiled in spite of the circumstances. She had always enjoyed duels.

    Tag: Sinre
  15. Sinrebirth Immortal Mod-King of the EUC and SWC

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    IC: Darth Insipid
    Surface, Shadow

    Insipid ran full pelt forward, his wrist grabbed, elbow smashing into his ear - popping the eardrum - and then he blinked to see a knee coming up for his face. Insipid had enough wits to pull his head forward, taking the hit on his forehead rather than his nose, but he still flew back nonetheless, recovering enough to roll backwards, holding his hands away from his body - dropping the remote but keeping hold of his lightsaber. The moment he righted himself he flung his free hand forward, throwing a wave of small rocks at the woman - Isis Steele, his perusal of Sith Intel had told him - and then rushed forward, lightsaber ready. He stopped short of her, and then drove a stab at her side, before he spun back, cutting at her neck with a backhanded swipe and then bounding back in-case she ducked and stabbed at his exposed midriff. His feet were slipping in the rain, but a quick exertion of the Force every now and then kept him upright.

    "I really don't have time for this," he snarled, his mind rushing from point to point to find a way to move her. He had to - had to - get off world. Lightning cracked on the ground nearby, reminding him of the shortness of time he had. His moves were all speed, efficiency, and he was running. out. of. time!


    TAG: Nick
  16. Sarge221 Jedi Master

    Member Since:
    Sep 9, 2006
    star 5
    IC: Alec Nephrite
    Shadows Heart


    "Now what happened to you, eh?" Alec questioned while looking upon his 'patient'. He managed to detect a pulse, faint as it was, but the nature of the young man's injuries puzzled the Mandalorian. Bacta would probably help but Alec had none of that miracle cure on him.

    "I believe that is your shotgun, if you are running through your checklist."

    Alec looked down at his belt in a bit of surprise to stare down at the clearly active droid head that had spoken. And at that droid's advice, Alec made another look around before picking up his shotgun. As the weapon had been made with beskar, Alec didn't expect any permanent damage to it. Course, the case had been the same with his armor and the damage to that reminded him to the work and credits that he was going to have to expend when he got back to Mandalore.

    Ah well, one thing at a time.

    "Thank you, friend." Giving the droid head an appreciative nod, Alec checked the condition of his shotgun and found it to be satisfactory. Pulling the forestock back, Alec checked the chamber and found a shell loaded in the weapon. Everything seemed to be in working order-

    "Enough."

    Pushing the forestock forward, back to it's normal position, Alec stood up straight and pointed the shotgun towards where the voice had come from. Well, the voice had come from everywhere really but the eye that had appeared proved to be a good target to aim menacingly at.

    ?I am Shanshu, and I see that the war between Dark and Light prophesised by Jedi and her Knights has become truth. The Force has been in sentient hands for too long ? and nothing has changed??

    Unsure of whether to shoot or not, Alec tilted his head to one side, listening to the eyeball - or at least he assumed it was the eye - speak. Feeling for his helmet, the Mandalorian plucked it from next to the droid head on his belt and settled it over his face as the eye spoke of Shadow being a weapon. A superweapon really; designed to cause great devastation to the galaxy and allow it to be infested by bugs.

    "You people and your superweapons," Alec muttered to himself as he finished sealing up his helmet. Looking down at his shotgun, he pulled out the current magazine that was loaded into it and tucked it away for the moment.

    ?The Chiss inadvertently helped Gorog by giving him control of one of the installations on the moon? you must take it back, little man of armour, destroy it, seize it??

    "Am I going to get-"

    And then Alec was in a completely different room.

    "-paid?"

    ?Incoming!?

    "Guess we'll talk about that later," Alec said to himself as he loaded a cylinder-shaped magazine into his shotgun, pumping the forestock to load the first shell.

    As the droid had warned, there was indeed a swarm of bugs chittering towards Alec, reminding the Mandalorian of when he and the rest of the party had been swarmed upon first landing on Shadow. Ah well, things were coming full circle it seemed as Alec was going to have to cook up another roasting it seems. Instead of retreating from the oncoming wave, Alec took a step forward, raising his weapon as he did so, pressing the stock against his armored shoulder before firing.

    He had loaded his shotgun with the miniature grenade shells that he had personally designed himself. Upon the first trigger pull, the shell fired just as it was designed, launching the projectile forward and out of the barrel. And once it had left the barrel, the grenade armed itself during the second it took to leave the barrel and strike the first of the swarming Killiks.

    Pumping the shotgun again, loading another shell, Alec aimed and fired off a second shell, and then another one soon after. He fired three in total, firing them into the midst of the swarm to detonate and ravage their numbers. And Alec had been walking forward towards the swarm the whole time, seemingly unafraid of the number of bugs that had been hoping to steamroll him as he took shot after shot. Once the third shell had detonated, Alec lowered his
  17. NickLitYouAFlame Jedi Master

    Member Since:
    Feb 27, 2007
    star 5
    Isis Stele
    Surface, Shadow

    The man, whoever he was, took Isis?s attacks like a well-seasoned veteran, strategically absorbing the blows with less sensitive areas. The blow to his ear struck him straight on and he clearly felt it. The force of the reaction suggested that Isis had broken his eardrum. When he rolled back, Isis noticed the man lose hold of one of the two devices he was carrying. The second was his lightsaber, which was instantly ignited. In that same moment, Isis sensed a flurry of rocks flung at her face, and batted them down without a second?s hesitation. She had more important things with which to contend.

    This powerful man before her thrust his blade towards her midriff, then struck at her exposed neck. Isis took her response carefully, sliding her body just out of the reach of the stab and subsequently rolling left under the blade. Her mind jumped to Anakin and then to the item that this man had dropped. Isis shot a hand, as she rolled to her feet, and brought the device, as it clearly was, to arms length. Before the man could react, she pocketed it and leapt in towards her opponent. She moved with as much speed as she could muster ? which was a considerable amount ? towards his right side defenses. At the last moment, she deftly brought her right foot up to strike his left ear, again. Her lightsaber, angled towards the man, defended her front and side.

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  18. Mitth_Fisto Jedi Grand Master

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    Sep 29, 2005
    star 6
    IC: Driggs Norghar
    Tertiary Adjunct Zero-Seventeen, roughly a kilometre south of the cave system

    Despite the cautionary words and the douwer circumstances still he had hope. Odd in a way how it bouyed and lifted him but still he felt it, and as the voice spoke he took out a biscuit. Munching the worries away as it spoke, that is until it spoke to him and he was whisked away. Killiks were bad, Gorog a hive leader mind like Raynar had been it sounded like, only sith in it's figure head position instead of lending them any light

    Memory phantasms intrigued his mind, tickled his synapses causing him to chew on the thoughts that they stirred. Though those thoughts were not left to their own devices for long before, like one before him, he was swallowed within rings light.

    Where he found himself was not where he had expected from the brief exchange. It was a cavernous space bathed in blue light, numerous walkways all leading to the central power core eventually. Then all sight seeing went to the nekks as the lights changed from a soothing tranquil blue to blairing irritating red, two security drones he guessed detached from the walls each bedecked with ancient symble glyphs that he did not recognize.

    What I wouldn't do to look at that circuitry! he thought with a slight grin, though it was strained as the devices began disecting the bridge before him. Sitting down he decided he would have to handle this situation as a Jedi. Not a particularly thrilling thought, but one this place seemed to be shoving him towards. Especially as an old axim came to his mind which he quoted out loud like a mantra, "If two fight against one, or many the few like an guardian ibit of it's eggs, let them fight each other before you."

    Closing his eyes he reached out, focusing on the two working on the structure. Seeing them turn one upon the other, feeling and seeking the forces currents to turn them at ust the right time.

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  19. SirakRomar Jedi Master

    Member Since:
    Mar 30, 2007
    star 4
    The woman formerly known as Cara Ta´Manis
    Caves


    So she returned. She laughed still. And kept on laughing. The orange or gold aura around her made little difference. The power didn´t. This was all so . . . parthetic. Did this planet not manage to kill a single woman? ONE WOMAN?!?!

    "Yeah, you made it Gorog. You failed in the one section where the worst Sith Lord of all times suceeded. At least people your predecessor killed stayed dead. Although he got always beat up in the process . . ." Cara mocked the creature, as it levitated out. The power of Gorog was also burning in her veins. power. For it all! She would not stregthen herself. Like a thirsty Ansati, she would suck the hive dry. Kill ´em all. And hopefully finally die in the process. Wasn´t it funny?

    She laughed still as she released a second wave. A third one. A fourth. A fifth. A sixth. An so on. She would not stop to unload Gorogs power upon him, until there was nothing more to absorb.

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  20. Sinrebirth Immortal Mod-King of the EUC and SWC

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    IC: SethGorog
    Control Room

    Our mind sang with the pain of our sisters. So few brothers - not one for millennia, we are the first. Our mind sings... and now the descendant of those oh so irritating Taung... had to die.

    The massive bulk that was once Seth, a Chiss, crashed down on Alec with a clatter of chitin against beskar. His smaller hands grasped for Alec, a scream emerging from his voice. One for each arm and leg, one for his throat, and then SethGorog reared up, his sixth and most monstrously huge arm rearing up, and then being drove down, a chitin-tipped pincer slamming, hard, into Alec, compressing his breastplate into his chest a fraction more, the force of the blow increasing the dent, the beskar now cutting into his chest - that would hurt - and SethGorog raised his massive arm again, bearing his weight down on Alec so as to pin him down, and preparing a second smashing blow on the same spot.

    The room was swathed with smoke and the smell of burnt flesh, but SethGorog would succeed. We had to.


    ---
    Surface, Shadow

    Insipid was immediately beginning to regret that he had rushed into this fight. His shoulder dampened as the blood dribbled from his burst ear, and it meant his reactions were a hair slower on his left; being used to fighting with perfect sight, hearing and Force senses was difficult when roughly a sixth of those senses was out of a commission. It meant his reaction to her reaching out and grabbing the device - a remote, he suspected - was a hair too slow, and he suspected she had picked up on it, when she launched forward and drove at his right. Insipid stepped into the blows, his pride stiffening against her despite himself, and blocked the first flurry with some difficulty.

    Rather than allow his pride lure him into a foolish mistake, he allowed his imbalance to force him to step back, and blinked as she launched a snap kick at his left ear - again - which would have caught him had he not allowed himself to retreat, blinking as her boot brushed at his forehead. Knowing his reaction would be too slow, Insipid channelled his irritation and flung out his hand, hitting her with a point blank Force wave, intending to slam her to his fighter.

    He took the moment of recovery it would hopefully cause her to leap away, spinning in mid-air to clear the space around him if need be. He landed lightly, dashing forward and slamming his hand towards the ground, the angle sending up a spray of dust and debris straight at where she had been and he chopped, an overhand blow intending to either cleave her in two or lock his blade against hers - assuming she was still there - taking the measure of his opponent, he anticipated the need to flip over her, sending his consciousness skittering forward to pop the cockpit open, mildly opening the additional noise would distract her but not intending to rely upon it.

    A layered approach, intending to be very layered - and then to take that remote off her corpse. He had seen the end of his move, and where it would take him - her dead, her pinned, or him in his fighter and armed with its weapons.

    No mistakes.

    Just, as his contemporary Dician so often said - perfection.


    ---
    Tertiary Adjunct Zero-Seventeen, roughly a kilometre south of the cave system

    The two patrol constructs exploded into fragments, a mildly satisfying explosion to watch. Several pieces rained down around Driggs, some large enough to be identifiable, several adorned with those glyphs as from before. Roughly half a moment after that, the other two opened fire, obliterating the connection between this walkway and the glowing reactor, and, roughly a moment after that, the swarm freed itself, countless specks coming from below and above, some seconds away, some minutes.

    Driggs was running out of time ? Jedi or not, at this particular time, his strategy might require a bit of tweaking ? before he fell.


    ---
    Caves

    Gorog, adorned in a
  21. NickLitYouAFlame Jedi Master

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    Feb 27, 2007
    star 5
    Isis Stele
    Surface, Shadow

    Isis spun back towards the man, after missing her target ? his left ear ? and catching him on his forehead. The blow was hardly scathing, and it did little to prevent the man from quickly retaliating. A wave of the Force caught Isis in the ribs, causing a snap as one fractured and throwing her back against the fighter behind her. Isis dropped to the ground, only to be sprayed in the face by small stones. She brushed her face clean with the Force and anticipated her opponent?s next move. She could have regained her composure to react to the man?s attack, and would have, until she heard the telltale sound of a cockpit unlocking.

    This man was crafty. He intended to use her distraction to launch not one, but a series of motions, that would see him to his goal. Isis could not allow this. She knew her mission. Using the Force, Isis slammed shut the cockpit, and then pushed hard off the ground to dart under the man?s overhead strike. The Force supplemented her leap, and she used the momentum to carry her into her opponent?s hips, and through them, with any luck, bringing him to the ground.

    The moment Isis touched the man; she tried to siphon some of his substantial power, to heal her broken rib. With any luck, her swift attack would have broken his will and allowed her access.

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  22. Sinrebirth Immortal Mod-King of the EUC and SWC

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    IC: Darth Insipid
    Surface, Shadow

    The problem with processing his moves so far in advance was that a smart opponent could anticipate it and ruin it with a neat counter. Insipid heard the cockpit slam shut, and then, as he focused upon that, felt a blinding pain as Isis' bulk slammed into him, and he felt her bowl him over even as he managed to grab her at her wrist, dropping his own blade for a short moment. Her touch snaked to his neck, made contact with his throat - with his skin - and in his surprise Insipid found that she had latched on to him, and was siphoning from him. He absently noted what appeared to be her rib contort somewhat, and then smiled as he slid across the floor, locking eyes with her and detaching himself from his pain long enough to take her contact and reach up through it, his malevolent desire launching forward as he pivoted her weight, intending to end up pinning her down as he paralysed her.

    He poured himself through her contact, and found... a contortion of life, wrapped around a prism of pain that was so immense that it had turned her mind into a gnarled tree, rooted somewhere beneath the pain, crushed by it, what remained of her trying to live beneath it, the pain all that she was, writhing slowly around itself; the death throes of a Jedi. Insipid simultaneously loathed and loved the broken soul of Isis Steele, and his grin grew wider.

    He wondered what she saw inside him?


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  23. Sarge221 Jedi Master

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    Sep 9, 2006
    star 5
    IC: Alec Nephrite
    Control Room


    "I remember you."

    Despite the mutated, deformed, and completely shabla makeover that had apparently been given to him, Alec recognized the many-armed and legged creature as Seth.

    "Don't remember you being this ugly though."

    Seth screamed at him.

    "Or that loud."

    CRASH

    "Okay," Alec grunted as pain blossomed at his chest. "That one hurt."

    The Chiss got heavier too if his weight that continued to try and pin Alec down was any testament. Maybe heavier then the magnets that had nearly driven Alec to the ground. Well, they did but he managed to raise himself up against the challenge and succeed in getting back on his feet.

    He could do the same here.

    "You haven't gotten that much smarter though."

    As Seth scrambled and clawed and shifted upon him, to keep him in place for another blow from one of his extra pincer-like arm, Alec gripped one of the deformed Chiss's legs.

    "Or that much tougher."

    And Alec squeezed. Though not as young as he used to be, his muscles were as strong as ever, toughened up by Mandalorian training, missions, and work in the smith. When your job was to hammer and twist an indestructable metal into a shape that you desired, you became pretty tough yourself. And chitin was not beskar.

    And as those muscles worked, the crushgaunt multiplied the strength that was produced a hundredfold.

    "Just another bug that needs to be squashed."

    And like any other Mandalorian, Alec chucked away the danger of what something like fire would do to him as he ignited his flamethrower right beneath the body of Seth.

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  24. Sinrebirth Immortal Mod-King of the EUC and SWC

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    IC: SethGorog


    As SethGorog crashed down his mighty arm on Alec's chest, the crushgaunt snapped one of his arms and Seth recoiled. The arm was his, and he understood that, yet, the dissonance of pain on a arm that was not ours, through him off. And then when the flame engulfed Seth, he screamed, a gibbering clicking mass of flame. The flames reflected off the chitin, engulfing Alec, his armour temperature rising to levels that began to cook him alive; even YVH-1 began to look melted in the heat.

    And then the explosion followed.

    The stomach of Seth, surrounded in chitin and swathed in the implanted organs of a Gorog, burst as they superheated, a fireball that rivalled the intensity of the flames Alec had only just been using. The transparisteel in his Mandalorian helmet shattered, scattering fragments of superheated glass across his face; the synthplast that made up the joints between armour plates moulded to his skin, fusing to it at his neck, underarms and across his stomach; the metal across his body scorched layers off his skin, his hair catching fire within his helmet. The liquid metal that made up YVH-1's exoskeleton leaked over his right leg, burning where beskar did not protect the skin.

    And then it stopped; it's might expunged. Remnants of Killik and Seth were dotted around; the dull eyes in a detached head, the light fading from them, being the most prominent element of what had been a noble Chiss. Silence ran across the arena; the control center was his; and then the roof began to grow pale, and glow.

    Light emerged through it, consuming, expanding, and it absorbed Alec in an instant, surging as the energy from the remaining flames fed its growth. It was the memory phantasm Driggs was assigned to stop. And it was about to absorb another of the team into its madness. Mal was gone; sucked into it. It wasn't going to take Alec long before he was, too, gone - and the control centre would be engulfed as well. Would it function? Would the phantasm grow exponentially? Would Shadow explode? Would the world invert?

    It was all an unknown. All Alec would know, as it was, was pain beyond pain beyond pain beyond pain...

    He was the shadow now; the light was his horror.

    But he was alive.

    For now.


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  25. Sarge221 Jedi Master

    Member Since:
    Sep 9, 2006
    star 5
    IC: Alec Nephrite
    Control Room


    ...Now that really hurt.

    The light had finally been extinguished but that did nothing to quell the heat and pain that Alec felt when he thought it safe enough to open his eyes. One eye immediately closed back up, however, as something dripped within it and caused it to sting. His other eye, unhindered, looked back and forth, trying to give Alec a picture of what was going on. He found something wrong soon enough.

    Eh?

    He wasn't greeted by the flashing lights and symbols that usually came with his helmet's HUD. Odd, but a sudden feeling of air spraying over his face, helping with the heat just a little, soon told him what was wrong. His T-shaped visor had been smashed, destroyed, no longer a filter between his eyes and the outside world. That was bad; it meant that his mother's helmet had been damaged. That, he thought, was more distressing then anything, even when he realized that the missing pieces of his visor were no doubt responsible for the blood he felt streaking down his face like tears.

    Could be worse. He could be dead. Otherwise, this was nothing a little bacta and Mandalorian integrity can't handle. Speaking of which.

    No longer possessing the privacy that a helmet offered, the loud, pained growl that Alec released was quite audible as he lifted himself up to a seated position. Pain that he hadn't registered before now made themselves known as his own arm circled his burning stomach while he made coughing, strangling noises at the pain at his throat.

    I'm starting to grow skeptical about the merits of that action.

    And he laughed. Or tried to. But there was definitely the sounds of laughter amidst those other painful noises that his throat produced.

    Gonna ask for extra for this.

    More of the pained laughter as the Mandalorian struggled to his feet. He felt hot, lightheaded, and in a lot of pain. Blood leaked between the empty space where his visor had been and as Alec tried to put weight on his feet, his right leg spasmed with pain, locking up, nearly dropping Alec back to the ground. It was then that he noticed his shotgun, having been knocked away a few feet sometime when Seth had dropped on him. Slowly crawling forward, he grasped the weapon and used it as a crutch to help get him to his feet.

    There was that light to. Having barely noticed it before, Alec was now able to focus some attention on that and his one eye squinted against it.

    I don't think that's normal. No Force, but a simple, human instinct that told him that he might want to beware even if he didn't know what, exactly it was.

    Focus on the job.

    On any other day, Alec would be impressed with himself. As he limped forward, he couldn't help but take notice of his state. Armor dented, charred, melted, covered in some red blood that was his but also blood that was completely alien. With the blood that continued to drip from his shattered visor and the heavy, ragged growling that he kept emitting with every step, he thought he looked pretty good. No doubt this was the kind of image that enemies had once feared and dreaded when the Mandalorians had been at their prime. He really wished someone could make a holo of this. His helmet camera had been recording but he doubted the thing still worked now.

    Forget repairing this thing. I'll hang it up on my wall after this is done.

    Funny thing that he kept thinking of the future, that he was going to survive this and go on to do bigger and better things. Well maybe not bigger or better - at the moment he had no idea how he could top this - but perhaps gain more honor to his name. Indeed, this was something to tell his grandchildren one day.

    In any case, he wasn't going to die here.

    He reached his destination: a set of controls and switches and buttons of a console that dominated the control room. Trusting his strength, Alec removed his shotgun from it's position as a crutch, allowing him to stand on legs that were not quite done shaking. Just pumping the shotgun took some effort
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