Star Wars 41 ABY - Shadow Games

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

 

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?)

 

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

 

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

 

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.

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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.

Tag: Sinre

 

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.

TAG: Sinre

 

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.

Tag: Sinre

 

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.

Tag: Sinre

 

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.

TAG: Sinrebirth

 

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