Star Wars 41 ABY - Shadow Games

Alec Nephrite
Shadow, Depths, Floor

Alec was only able to stare at what was going on up on the roof, watching the fiasco. Seth pointed a gun at Cara, Mal pointed a gun at Seth, Cara pointed a gun at Seth. Two guns - Mal's and Cara's - fired, but they didn't hit Seth. They hit Isis, the Jedi having dived into the way and knocked Seth to the side. And then Nill was shooting, but instead of any of the combatants it was shooting at Driggs.

Alec thought that he probably should be doing something here, but he didn't know what. Shoot too? Shoot who?

He wasn't going to get the chance to do anything. It was when Nill turned to focus fire on Mal did Alec suddenly find himself smashing face down into the floor. It was only when the Mandalorian found that he was being dragged across the floor did he think that he may be in trouble. He twisted around, trying to see what was going on, and found that he was once again held fast by roots like the ones that had tried to drag him down outside of the cave.

But these were doing a much better job.

With everyone having been focused on killing each other, and now being able to see that Nill was similarly being dragged to what could only be their doom, the Mando only had himself to depend on to get him out of this. No help from the Hapan or the Jedi, both of which could very much be dead now. Alec dropped a hand to grab at his Verpine but found a root in his way. His crushgaunt immediately grabbed the root, trying to crush it so that he could get his sidearm.

The tunnel was getting smaller. Nill crashed into him. The Mando tried to raise his flamethrower only to have his arm smacked around by the closing walls, not allowing him to get a clear line of fire. He tried for his shotgun, no luck. In desperation the Mando unleashed his flamethrower anyway, the flames flying at random and seeming to only cause Alec to start growing hot beneath his armor.

Red photoreceptors suddenly stared at him through his helmet, and Alec was only able to identify Nill's head - and one half of it's body - before he was pulled further and further into darkness.

And then he was gone.

TAG: ...Yeah...

 

OOC: welll.... that was pleasant...

umm... will have to sort out that mess later.

:snoopy

 

IC: Driggs Norghar
Shadow Depths

It all happened so quickly, so quickly. He had been set for treachery, but he hadn't expected it to be so multipronged. Seth looked like he was set to go down by his own devices, as Mal and Cara and even Nill drew beads on him. Then everything thing shifted...

Perhapes it was time for him to pay for his sins, maybe the force decided the time was right but first was Isis saving the traitors life, a misguided Jedi attempt to save any life not even recognizing that sometimes you had to let go and merely hold onto the innocents. She was hit for her troubles, but then fire rained from what he had thought was safe quarters...Nill.

Nill fired on him, and being a droid he received the barest and vague warnings in the force that saved his life as he scattered the fire away from him harmlessly, a couple shots got threw but since he had resigned himself to the possibility he was ready and took them in the tentacle wrap around his wounded arm. He would need something else to hold his arm and the pain was magnified from the pressure but he was fine. Then Cara...

The one he had been protecting, making sure nothing would effect her clear shot, the shot of an assassin...missed. Or had she, as he stared at the 'floor' beneath him he wondered, was that on purpose? Did she mean to shoot me in the neck? If so she isn't the assassin she claims, but...

His train of thought was then interrupted as a flair in the force caught his attention, it was beautiful, it was bright, he felt like heading toward the light, but it was...it was Cara?!

Slowly he raised his good hand up, reaching for his wounded neck then stopped mere milimeters away, letting his breathing slow as he focused on his wounds. Both externally to his body and internally to his heart.

TAG: Yikes...

 

IC: Mal Judder/ Depths (Or should I call this Chaos Central?)/ Shadow

Apparently he wasn't the only person who was a smidge fedup with the arrogant Chiss, since there were blaster bolts now coming from Cara's direction. However, the entire situation went to some hell in a Jedi's handbasket. Isis basically appeared out of nowhere, and took Mal's shot in the side, and the gods only knew how many shots from Cara. Fething hells! Isis you idiot! Suffice to say, no more shots were fired from Mal's side of the room.

Then the big gun opened up, but Nill wasn't shooting at Seth. Mal dropped to the ground, and neglected to note where, exactly the droid had been firing.

When the sound was cleared the situation was, quite simply, a shambles. Isis was deal with the shot that Mal had fired, and he was VERY thankful it wasn't from his own gun or she would likely be dead. Driggs had been caught up in the firestorm that Nill had fired. Glancing up, there was no trace of Alec or Nill, and Mal wasn't quite certain where Seth had gone. Damned Chiss! If I ever see him again he is dead. Period. Then something funny started tickling the back of Mal's mind.

Glancing at Cara, it had something to do with her but for the life of him Judder simply couldn't figure it out. Since he was unable to figure out what his intuition was telling him, the Imperial deicded the shelve it for the momnet.

Deciding that Driggs could handle Cara, Mal headed over to Isis. Not really thinking, Mal tore his helmet off and looked at the wound. "Where does it hurt Isis? What way?" All he could do was hope she wasn't in shock. Catching himself before dropping the helmet, Judder attatched it to his belt and then broke out the medkit for the second time in far too short a period of time. Figuring the Jedi would be able to heal herself, he gave her a shot of adrenaline to fight off shock until he got a bit more feedback. Still he was ready with a bacta patch should it be needed.

Somewhere in the back of his mind the Trooper worried about Seth jumping out of somewhere to shoot him, but... despite everything that didn't seem like quite the way they were destined to face each other.

TAG: NICK, SIRAK, MITTH, BLU, SINRE

:snoopy

 

Isis Stele
Depths, Shadow

Isis shivered, suddenly very cold, and her movement sent a flurry of heat down her side. Without looking, Isis realized the grievousness of the wound to her side. She shrugged off the pain from her shoulder, which had been the spawn of a weak bolt, without trouble.

Isis was about to fall back into a trance, when she felt a needle prick her arm. A burst of adrenaline racked her body, and she sat up, and found Mal. The rush was enough to allow her to shirk her pain for a minute. It wouldn?t last much longer than that, though. Thinking quickly, Isis leaned forward and kissed Mal on the lips.

The connection, though brief, allowed Isis to sap the stormtrooper?s strength, to bolster her own. She touched her lips, and lay her fingers against her right side. Painfully, the muscle and skin grew back and knitted together. Isis bit her lip to avoid crying out.

Throughout the ordeal, Isis was borrowing Mal?s energy, to fuel her own powers. When she finally cut off the connection, she watched the man?s reaction carefully. If she had taken too much strength from him, Mal might faint.

Tag: Trim

 

Borus'eth'Sabosen
-Shadow

Everything had gone...perfect. The word crossed Seth's mind and it was unfamiliar because Chiss rarely used the word perfect, very rarely. In operations, there was always one aspect that could have gone better than it had. This was the rare situation in which an anomaly, Jedi Isis, actually helped the success of his objective. She would now be out of service for a while along with Driggs Norghar. The Jedi's movement had taken him by surprise, but Nill had acted exactly how he had programmed him too and now the droid was gone.

Blaster still in hand, Seth smiled down at the carcass of Isis before turning off to a tunnel that would inevitably lead him towards the center of the Killik nest. It was a shame that Nephrite was dead, however, because he had already started to work Nephrite into future plans, leading to the fall of the entire team. Yet, this end had still come and was made all the more sweeter since Seth had fooled them all and crippled them at the same time.

His day was getting better. He would, however, have to be constantly on the defensive now for Judder would be gunning for him now, literally and more aggressively. Nill should have been able to take him out, but Seth could work with the shortcomings. Norghar would be dead within a few hours, either by the Chiss' hands or no. Ta'Manis would have to be killed and he would personally have to put Jedi Isis down. It seemed that the surviving members were still threats, however minor or major, and he would have to face them again.

Not to mention that Seth now had to deal with the danger of the Killiks by himself. The one thing the team could agree on was that they were better together than apart, but he would survive. Seth had warned Judder that Ta'Manis would only burden him and now he had to help three bodies. He would conquer this with the same brutal force he had conquered every other obstacle in his career, but the coldest of minds on Csilla could not ignore the feeling that isolation on Shadow had grown larger.

Judder's fury. Shadow's mysteries. Neither would stand in the way of Borus' glory.

Tag: Sinrebirth

 

OOC: just a reaction to nick's post, which he did run by me first.

IC: Mal Judder/ Depths (Yea... Chaos Central)/ Shadow

Having a Jedi suddenly kiss you is most definitely not on the top ten list of things an Imperial expects to happen. Proably not even in the top hundred. Finding himself in said position, Mal was completely unsure how to respond. Then the weakness hit, but he couldn't be sure what was going on.

As Isis grew stronger it became very quickly apparent what she was doing. She's going to kill me. Oddly it didn't bother him so much, as he had been the one to nearly kill her. When she finally broke away, Judder found himself falling to his hands and knees fighting blacking out. Somewhere he found a reserve of strength and drew on it.

Gasping for breath he looked up at her. She seemed vastly recovered, but at what price? That would remain to be seen.

TAG: NICK, GROUP

:snoopy

 

Cara Ta´Manis
Cave, Gorog´s Home aka Shadow

The voice was thundering in her head. It was echoing through the numb halls of her mind. And it distracted her in just the wrong moment. To realize her arm was failing, or that Norghar had even jumped between her and him. The Jedi was not so much of a problem. He had decided to save a murder. That brought Isis into a line of Jedi that were better dead before powerful. Galaxy had seen enough of those Jedi who thought murderers had to be protected. Like all of Hapan, Cara had learned from Jacen Solo not to trust Jedi.

"Cara, Cara, Cara. I know what has hurt you, my dear. I know how you've fought against everything. Why seek redemption? Why at all? Chiss killed Hapans at Qoribu. The Corellians killed Hapans during the war. These fools do not care for you. I, Gorog, do care for you, young lady."


But the voice. Her hand failed just in the wrong moment, so her shot was misguided and then the Chiss was there and suddenly . . . she was everywhere. She felt everything. Still sitting, she had never cared to stand up, she felt . . . connected. Overwhelmed.


"I can tell you where the Centerpoint technology is. But only you. You... my Chosen One."

Then she felt pain. Of all the others. She felt them. How terrible. And then them expanded and she realized not she felt them. They felt them. Stumbling to her feed she could not do anything but laugh in ecstasy as she drained strength of thousands.

She saw Norghar had collapsed. Something inside of her jumped to his side. "I am sorry, my hand failed. You stupid Drall should never have helped me." She hissed, but obviously worried. But it was hard. So hard to feel that feelings. They seemed to be someone´s else. Burrowed to her. She took out the med-pack of her back when she realized something was terribly wrong.

Her hands. They worked.

Staring at them, she felt confused and estranged by her own body. It did no longer following her command of her brain. It had lost that ability. Now it followed the commands of her will. A thousand times more precise than before. Or was she just so much more aware of the precision? As she was now so much more aware of anything.

Like the draining of the force near her? She turned her head and saw the Jedi and soldier kiss. Her body was shaking. The Jedi did something. Something that felt wrong. But she was more uncomfortable with feeling it at all.

"Cara, Cara, Cara. I know what has hurt you, my dear. I know how you've fought against everything. Why seek redemption? Why at all? Chiss killed Hapans at Qoribu. The Corellians killed Hapans during the war. These fools do not care for you. I, Gorog, do care for you, young lady."


She still heard the echo in her mind. Gorog. Cared for her. It had poisoned her and saved her. And the Chiss? She couldn´t even focus on him anymore. He had his own agenda, she was sure. Any agenda. They all were murders. But was it redemption? She seeked? Yes, of course it was. Gorog understood. Gorog, from now on, would always understand. She was Gorog. Something in her was.

A Joiner. The realization hit her. Not one like she had read about in their dossiers, but something like them. Gorog. She knew about Gorog. Knew how long they resisted heat, pressure, how fast people got assimilated, where they had known bases, Lomi Plo, Welk, Night Heralds. She knew. Because Hapes knew it´s enemy. Gorog had tried to kill their Queen. But Gorog . . . had been the enemy. Now, who was the enemy now? The Chiss? Surely. The Jedi? Isis seemed to be alligned in a sort with the man who had just tried to murder her. Wasn´t it expected from a Jedi to do the opposite? Stop him from murdering her? And Jacen. Jedi seemed not to be what the were once. Hadn´t Norghar said so? About his own people? The Drall seemed to be the only reasonable Jedi so far. And he had left. She liked the Drall. She wonder

 

OOC: Reactive post to Cara's actions

IC: Driggs Norghar
Shadow Depths

His body had collasped, not surprising but troublesome to his concentrating on his wounds. He lay there still, like a wounded animal that has given up the fight and resigns itself to being eaten.

He could feel Cara, this new bright luminous being lean over him. He wanted to ask why, why oh why did you shoot me and not the Chiss, but he didn't care anymore. He tried to but there seemed no point to it anymore, no point to all this. Maybe he would understand better after passing, just maybe.

Then she spoke, said it was her failing condition that caused her to hit him in his neck with a blaster bolt, it didn't matter though. Even if she was covering for the kill, it didn't matter, he deserved whatever he received.

He felt a shock in the force, a quivering shock that resonates with an aftershock ripple from the unbelieveable nature of the act. If he could he would have shaken his head at it, instead he whispered with no force behind it one word. "No..."

He knew that feeling, it reminded him of an Anzati he caught in the act of feeding, unnatural...sadistic...godcomplex placement of onesself above all others. He could feel his wound mending, the flesh puckering and expanding to cover and replace what was lost, but it would take time since he relied only on his own breath, his own strength, and the force. That steady simmer that boiled over and into him with its simmering heat and energy.

Time lost most meaning in the limbo he was in of waiting and healing, before Cara spoke again. "I´ll try to keep harm from you, if I can. But I need to go now, Norghar. I need to go."

His good hand clenched on the ground, his nails digging small furrows in the rock. "Wait..." he whispered but it was too late, she was gone, and he was left alone with two for companionship when he would rather had one. Even if she was in pain, for some reason, and her body suddenly worked along with the Force flaring in her he would have rather gone with her. An unknown into the unknown. But for now until his neck mended enough that he felt safe to move it he was stuck, with a Jedi that should have been born an Anzati and a Stormtrooper that missed his shot at a traitor as the Chiss had run away into the darkness.

He would have been safer being dragged around by his eartips by a dying Hapan assassin lost in a Killik filled labyrinth.

TAG: Those that have stayed.

 

Isis Stele
Depths, Shadow

Mal fell forward to his hands and knees, but managed to keep from falling unconscious. Though mildly surprised she hadn?t knocked him out, Isis rationalized that he had his military training to fall back on. She didn?t move to keep him up, but watched intently; quietly.

After a few seconds, Mal looked up and Isis locked eyes with him. He was worried that she had taken too much. And, yet, he hadn?t died. Mal didn?t realize the risk with draining another?s life force. If Isis had gotten distracted, Mal wouldn?t have had a chance.

With her eyes still on Mal, Isis checked on the group with the Force. She noticed a malevolent entity in the Force. It wasn?t hard to declare that body Cara?s. That she was illuminant, meant that Cara had joined with the Killik nest. Isis had read, during the war, of the dangers of a Killik joiner. She would have to make sure she didn?t underestimate Cara.

Isis took stock in the absence of Alec Nephrite, and mourned what memory she had of him, for a brief second. She felt the release of pain, from Driggs. He had been shot in the neck. The only party unaccounted for, was Nill. Isis, necessarily, broke eye contact with Mal and looked back towards the floor turned ceiling. Two gaping holes told the tale well enough, but without proof, Isis could not count the droid out of the game.

She looked back at Mal, who was still struggling to breath. Isis touched his shoulders and, then, pulled him to his feet, respelling him with some of his own strength. Though her energy waned, Mal?s would perk, leaving them about even, in terms of potential energy.

Isis asked, ?How do you feel?? She stretched her back, checking her side wound. Though stiff, it had healed correctly. Isis didn?t bother moving her left side.

Tag: Trimmy

 

IC: Mal Judder/ Depths / Shadow

Air. Breathing still came in a very labored fashion, despite the fact that he had raised his head to look at Isis. Part of that was to open his throat more so that he could actually catch his breath. When the Jedi broke their gaze down went his head, for the true amount of his weakness finally struck him. A brief fit of coughing claimed his attention, and as such he didn't even notice Isis approach until she laid a hand on him. Then she undid at least part of what had allowed herself to heal. During that she helped the Trooper to his feet.

Mal was entirely unsure what to do or say. Nor even what to feel, when it came to that. He could not say thank you, because he was unsure what to thank her for. He had nearly killed her, and she had nearly killed him. As a result they now no longer had any clue where Seth was. At leas the two of them were equal, no favors owed.

Isis inquired as to how he was. "Drained. Very drained." Mal had to wonder how, exactly, he had remained so completely unscathed during the mess that had occured around the "team". "I think we need to take some rations. Otherwise we'll never stand a chance of making it out of this." He glanced at her again for a very brief moment. Intense. Mingling of life force... Numb was the best way to describe Judders feelings at that moment. "We should also check on Driggs."

Moving quickly towards the Drall, Mal glanced up at the holes where the ceiling team had been. Shame about Alec. Then he forced it from his mind. Dwelling on those lost would only result in more ending up with the same fate.

Approaching Norghar, "Are you alright Driggs?" Cara was at the forefront of his mind, with Seth completely beyond his reach for the moment. What had happened to her? What had been that feeling of... difference he had felt? What had he felt in the first place? Questions that were likely to remain completely unanswered for the foreseeable future.

TAG: NICK, MITTH (OTHERS)

:snoopy

 

IC: Driggs Norghar
Shadow Depths

Time was slow, relentless, and marched to it's own beat that would not hurry or languish for no man...let alone one splayed on ground and in no condition to make sudden movements. He didn't complain, wouldn't, couldn't complain, for in his eyes his soul he was getting what he deserved, maybe even less. After all he would live, or at least had what felt like a good chance to if given time.

The duo approached, the Imperial Mal asking if he was alright, he smiled weakly at that as a tear fell from his nose. "Son of Narglatch how much...of you did she eat?" it was weak and didn't have the force to raise above a whisper, the cracking of his voice was painful to his own ears. "I've been hit more times... then a 3PO unit at a Wookie convention, back pouch...has bacta gel...synthskin...and a pressure bandage...next to tea. Right side, back of neck...blaster shot, most serious."

He was about to get field dressed by a blind, half-drained, son of a Colicoid Imperial Trooper, while a murderer saving, life force draining, to think I offered my biscuits and tea to her Jedi...watched. Anyone who said the Force was a kind non-interfering pervasive power, that never did revenge, had a dark side, or irony, may at any time switch places and experience this day...which somehow in it's perverseness, had just begun.

TAG: Trim, Nick, others

 

IC: Mal Judder/ Depths / Shadow

Kneeling he listened to the drall, and actually paled slightly at his initial comment. It was meant as a joke, to some degree, but it still hit home way too hard. "Hopefully not too much," was all he could whisper. The more Driggs spoke, the worse he sounded and Mal actually winced when some of the wounds became apparent. How the feth did this happen? Yet another question that would remain unanswered, as Mal was not going to ask.

Following the belabored instructions Norghar gave Mal pulled out the required bits of equipment and looked over the wounds again. The neck was indeed the most extreme and requiring of attention so he set about tending to it first. "I suggest we take a refresh break after this. Food, some water. Hopefully catch our breaths. Otherwise we're even more screwed." Glaring at his wavering hand, Mal forced it to steady as he applied the bacta gel to the furry beings neck wound. "Maybe even get you some of that tea, bit of a boost." Accidnetly he bumped the wound, and knew that it was going to hurt. A lot. Been there far too many times in my life.

Applying some synthskin, followed by the pressure bandage Mal then started looking over the other wounds and applying the varied healing agents to them. Sweat had kept dripping into his eyes while doing this, and his sight was rather blurry by the end. She took more than I realized. Need a break. Stuffing things back into the Dralls pack, Mal moved to the wall and practically fell down against it.

Pulling out his cantina, Judder swallowed some of the nasty concoction that resided therein, and pulled out a ration bar. The Imperial was rather loath to use any of the amphetimines that were available until it was absolutely necessary. Especially since there was a bit of peace for the moment. All of this and we've been here less than two hours. We're in for a very long day.

Looking up at the holes in the ceiling again, Mal contemplated being sucked into one of those and compressed into some gooey type of paste. "Hell of a way to go," mumbled almost inaudibly. Nodding his head in respect to the now departed Mando, Mal pushed them from his mind for what was hopefully the last time.

Turning back to the two Jedi, "You two still willing to follow my lead?" If they weren't he'd just do his own thing. Seth did need stalking, but he sincerely hoped they had read his dossier and knew how qualified he was for this. It had only been his life for over a decade after all.

TAG: MITTH, NICK

OOC: gonna wait to post again til nick does.

:snoopy

 

Isis Stele
Depths, Shadow

Isis reached to her utility belt and pulled out a food and an energy capsule. She consumed both and took a deep breath, as the supplements took hold. Isis grabbed another energy capsule and walked over to where Driggs lay. She crouched down next to his form, and held out the vitamin. He would need it more than she, now.

Isis whispered to her once comrade, ?I cannot begin to express my sorrow at having put you in a situation like this. I realize that my actions must appear misguided, but I value all life, an aspect of my personality that was instilled in me during my youth.? Isis stood up, still looking down at the Drall. She looked at Mal, and smiled sweetly, ?You are out best shot, right now, Mal. I will follow your lead.?

Tag: Mitth, Trimmy

 

IC: Driggs Norghar
Depths of Shadow

He could feel the Imperial working on his wounded chared flesh, his menstrations anything but gentiel. "I suggest we take a refresh break after this. Food, some water. Hopefully catch our breaths. Otherwise we're even more screwed." Mal forced a his hand to steady as he applied the bacta gel to the furry beings neck wound. "Maybe even get you some of that tea, bit of a boost."

Driggs grinned slightly, "Sounds NiAAAAccccccccce." he grunted and hissed the last through clenched teeth, feeling his lungs empty their contents till his chest and body felt sore from the contraction. It had lasted only a second maybe two, but there was truth in saying that every second is its own eternity, both in the good and the bad.

He waited feeling the salves being applied where needed to banged and singed body, he did not want to even contemplate how much of him was now naked from burnt hair and flesh, nor the fact that the last transmission to the fleet above had been of him receiving these wounds. His family most likely now thought the worst if they were notified of his progress down here.

The Imperial Colicoid finally backed off, collasping against a cave wall, the poor thing if there ever was one in their group. And yet he had the Nekk of a mind to remember that he had been put in charge just before this happened. His mind had to be part vice or trully grabbed at such an opertunity in a situation such as this.

Isis, the Anzati Jedi to their group, knelt down holding out a vitamin capsul. He was not about to die by poison, not willingly partaking of it at least, but she spoke some interesting words for her behalf. She started on the right path at least, regret, but she faltered and switched to justification. Sad, most sad indeed, for a second he thought he might have seen potential for something there, if just a second of it. An eternity ended too soon.

Isis replied her consent to follow, not that she really had done so much in his mind up to this point. "I would not bregrudge you such a position." he breathed as pocketed the vitamin.

He pushed with one hand, his good hand, to raise himself to his knees, and then to one knee most carefully. He stayed there for a moment before pulling out a meat filled biscuit that he heartily ate with the crumbs falling like pebbles slowly down around his feet. Then once more carefully he pulled out a tea bag and shuffled on his knees to drop next to the Imperial against the wall.

Holding up the tea bag by the string in the air, and asked the simple question "Tea anyone?"

TAG: Nick, Trim

 

OOC: Schemers and their scheming ways

IC: Alec Nephrite
Concord Dawn, Fett Farm

To be called by the Mandalore known as Fenn Shysa. He had just only recently turned thirteen years, becoming a man in the eyes of his fellow Mandalorians, and yet his presence had been requested by none other then Fenn Shysa.

Alec knew all about Shysa, what with his father not only having served under him but Alec having been on Mandalore during the time of the resistance. He had been younger back then of course and it had only been sometime near the end of the Imperial occupation when his father, Sel Nephrite, had broken into an Imperial compound and found the small boy that had the same violet eyes that could've only been the product of Nephrite blood. The Imperials hadn't just only been interested in conscripting the older men and women into slavery; they had some uses with trying to influence the younger generations of Mandalorians that were taken into custody.

Course, Alec had to tell his father the story of just how he had a member of a new generation of Nephrites running around.

But after that he was properly introduced into the Mandalorian traditions. The runs, the target practice, the lessons of anatomy on how to properly take down a number of different species with your bare hands if needed. Whatever brainwashing the Imperials had tried to induce on Alec had been flushed out with the grueling mental and physical training that a Mandalorian was bestowed with before he was considered a man.

Standing before Fenn Shysa, his helmet held under one arm as it was the polite thing to do, Alec tried not to make the glances to his own armor too obvious. It wasn't his, nor was the jet pack attached to his back. Once he had proven himself, Sel had given his own armor to his son when he had decided to take on the arts of blacksmithing in hopes of using that profession as a way to get Mandalore - the planet, not the person - back on it's feet. At Alec's request some of the plates were colored blue but the rest stayed red - a tradition of the Nephrites he had been informed. The armor was a little big, him still needing to grow a bit more before he could properly fit into the full suit and not all of the plates were made of the indestructible metal known as beskar. Specifically, the plates over the lower half of his right leg were made or durasteel. His father had lost the lower half of his leg during his service and while the leg was replaced with a prosthetic, the beskar plates that had been attached to the leg when he lost it couldn't be so easily replaced. Thanks to the Empire.

Alec had one day hoped to further learn the arts of blacksmithing and make his own suit of armor. But with the Empire having strip-mined Mandalore, it seemed like the knowledge with manipulating beskar was going to be all for naught.

"I 'ave a job I don't 'ave time to take, Alec. In the Moddell Sector. Got a man paying a pretty fine amount, if you're interested. Dr. Follnor Callat. You might of 'eard of him, from time to time."

The young Mandalorian focused his full attention on Shysa and immediately he searched his memory for the name Follnor Callat. The name did indeed ring a bell and after a moment of memory-searching he remembered that his father had told him a story - Sel had told his son a lot of stories about Mandalorians, especially of their Mandalore - that Shysa had worked with a man called Callat...but the memory of what had happened at the end of those dealings eluded Alec's search.

"But I need you to do something for me while you're at it. Mandalore's personal request, and all that. Interested?"

Indeed he was though Alec tried to hide any hints of his interest like the sudden raise of his eyebrows. A personal request from Shysa? For his first official mission as a full-grown Mandalorian?

"Absolutely, Mand'alor," Alec replied politely and despite himself a smile appeared on his face that conveyed his excitement.

TAG: Sinrebirth

 

IC: Alec Nephrite
Concord Dawn, Fett Farm

When Shysa placed his helmet on his head, so too did Alec. The helmet wasn't his either, nor was it his father's even. Where the plates of his armor were colored red and blue, his helmet was gold. His mother - Mayna - had been killed by stormtroopers when she had been chosen for conscription and instead fought back, leaving Alec to be taken instead. When her body was being transported - the Imperials wanting the beskar that made up her armor - her father had led an attack on the party and managed to retrieve her body for a proper burial. Sel had ended up receiving her helmet and later on had decided to give it to Alec.

The file sprung up in front of Alec's eyes as his helmet's HUD displayed it for him. Links popped up and Alec started blinking at a couple to open them up. Even though he could read it, Shysa still briefed him on the mission.

"Callat is se'rching for the Alsakan Tessent, which b'longed to the Alsakan Royal Family b'fore b'ing stol'n by a dar'jetii, apparently. Callat wants some muscle for 'is expedition into the Moddell Sector to find it."

Dar'jetii? Despite his Imperial education Alec had still known some Mando'a and when his father retrieved him he got a crash course on the language. So he knew what dar'jetii meant: someone who was no longer a Jedi such as a Dark Jedi or a Sith. Did that mean that Alec may end up confronting one of them on this mission? This Callat was looking for this Alsakan Tessent that a Dark Jedi had stolen after all according to Shysa.

Despite his excitement of his first mission being a request from his Mandalore, Alec was a bit worried about that possibility. Force users in general were in a completely different league.

"Now 'ere's w'at I need you to do f'r me, Alec. I need you to paint y'r armour the same colour as mine, and I want y'r to take the Free Mandalore with you. I need y'r to distract the Imps while I try something. G't it?"

Alec still had his helmet on and at this order - what had to be the request that Shysa was talking about - he blinked in surprise, causing the article that he had brought up about the Tessent to vanish. Annoyed with himself, Alec blinked again to bring it back.

"Yes Manda'lor," Alec replied nonetheless. The painting was going to be a bit of a chore. Alec's armor had none of the green coloring that Shysa had on his armor so it was going to be a completely new paint job for his armor. But he would do as he was ordered. He was a Mandalorian after all.

TAG: Sinrebirth

OOC: Lot of background information for Alec in these couple of posts. What with Sinre doubling his age I have to think up of a completely new history for him that's also being developed in AFAS

 

OOC: sorry about the absence, guys. was sick and couldn't sleep for like a week. taken me til now to really recuperate.

IC: Mal Judder/ Depths / Shadow

Mal smiled slightly at Driggs. "Some tea would be great, especially after the swill the Chiss seem to think is good." Alas, tea was simply not meant to be had as a noise started coming from one of the tunnels. "Hold that..." Grabbing up his blaster rifle, and leaving Cara's slung across his back, he knelt and watched the tunnel. Seeing that nothing had come out, and the noises were still getting louder which hinted at many things coming from quite a distance, the Trooper grabbed his helmet and sealed it on. Then the magnetics shut off, and everything metalix was suddenly it's own weight again.

Sagging slightly under the sudden weight and unexpected weight gain, Mal restablished his equalibruim and sited up the tunnel utterly unaware of what the others were doing.

What he saw coming out of the tunnel froze his blood. Killiks. Lots and lots of killiks. Maybe this is a better day to die than I thought. "Cover! Everyone back and find some kind of cover!" Not that really was much in their current predicament. Mal decided to stay exactly where he was, creating something of a gap between himself and the others.

Lining up a shot, knowing smooth was fast, and fast equaled more kills. Just as his finger was starting to squeeze the trigger a Voice exploded into his mind. It was the same voice as before, saying that the Killik's were not a threat. Yea, and a nexu won't tear your face off if you give it the chance. Deciding to ignore the voice, not knowing if anyone else had heard it even, Mal finished pulling the trigger and a bugs face exploded showering gore everywhere.

The Voice wasn't done talking, however. Another killik head exploded, and Mal heard in his head that the Blue One wanted to kill the Kind. More gore showered into the air. Voice was now talking about survival, and how it needed the four of them to do so. Then call off the buggies pal. Again, one of the bugs heads popped. The smell of ozone was again heavy in the air. Cara was supposed to be taken. Over my dead body. He was not leaving a team member to the killiks. A monster he very well may have been, but even monsters can have honor in their own way. More heads popped, and then they were past him utterly ignoring the black clad menace who had ended the lives of many Kind up on the surface, and had continued his killing ways. In some ways killing was all Mal knew. It had been his bread and butter for years, and that kind of thing takes it's toll on even the hardest of men. And there comes a time that they all realize it. Mal's time had not yet come.

Being ignored by a swarm of bugs that had previously tried everything to remove one's head form one's shoulders is rather unnerving. Voice continued on, saying that it needed the three of them to kill the Blue One. Seth. Blinking slowly, Mal was a bit surprised that this Voice wanted the same thing that he did very much as well. Maybe the situation hadn't gone to hell... Maybe.

Then again maybe it had.

Tentacles decided to show up again, and these were not the tiny one's from earlier. Huge was only begining to cover it, and Mal dove forward to get away from them. Killik started going slightly crazy, and not that the Stormtrooper could actually see what was going on. From the sounds of things it was not pleasant, as three more cracks and shudders came from the ground. Why can't this thing just leave us the bleeding hell alone? Not having time to really figure that out, Mal ran and made a grab for his pack. Leaving it behind now that he was cut off from the rest of the group would be utter suicide.

Abruptly Mal found himself under attack, and the only way to go was up. Quickly pulling out his grappling gun, Mal fired up at a ledge he had noticed that was above the wires. It found purchase somewhere, and started retracting. Mal, however, was finding himself rather out of r

 

IC: Driggs Norghar
Shadow cavern

Despite the pain, despite the ill equiped team and treacherous lecher that now ran free, he was starting to feel slightly if ever so slightly...happy. Or at least happier than he had been about things in the past, whether it was that they were currently killik free, tentacle free, that he had given his forgiveness to a dyeing woman before she went off like a stone age thermo-nuclear plant, or that he was about to have a good cup of tea...he was happy.

But like life, if happiness is fleeting in the best of times, in the worst merely the idea of it drove the prospect away. As noises assaulted his achy head, and then a voice drove inward finding perchase. Mal was telling them to move back or out as he lined up shots.

So he carefully put away the tea bag, like a priceless item in his pocket with his med kit...two of the most valuable possessions he had in one pocket. He felt his tools stop pulling, he wished they wouldn't have stopped so soon, they might have helped lift him up of the ground. The voice dronned on first claiming it was only taking what was rightfully its, and telling, asking, seeking for them to kill the blue one.

The voice obviously hadn't seen how he had gotten shot in the first place, the first attempt hadn't gone so well. But this was Killiks! They wanted only three of them to deal with the 'blue one', who probably would have been insulted at not being called the 'great blue one'.

Tentacles erupted dividing their group further, Mal was having to escape into the tunnel systems 'the blue one' had taken, Seth, yup they now knew the 'blue ones' name. A little slow on the auditory pickup for a bunch of insects, but he wasn't about to complain. The gravity shifted next and he plumited to the ground, Too late, was his only thought to the Killiks warning. He wanted nothing more than to die, die and take this his shame, his life, his failings with him into that abyss and never return. The Force had other plans apparently.

He looked around slowly as he stood, there was Cara, Isis, Mal was gone. But Cara he kept his tabs on her and Isis, then Cara was gone or soon would be. He had to move and his body wanted to weep from the complaints his body was making, but the Killiks they were taking Cara...if they had tried a few minutes ago he would have sat back and said he didn't feel up to it. But now, there was no way.

"You are not taking her alone!" he shouted and stopped for a second in his own stumbling tracks at what he had said. There where one to many ways for that line to be interpreted.

Pulling out two biscuits he tossed them in the air as he started running again, pulled his lightsaber and slashed them both in half. Charging ahead he pushed with the force, he knew of the ancient sith weapon a langvoroc and used his sliced rock hard, burnt biscuit discs in the same manner. He pushed sending them like projectiles flying to either side of Cara to slice between the mandables holding her and out the other side of the Killiks before arching back around to her opposite side pulling through that way to stop spinning around him. He pushed the rocks that fell towards him slicing and shoving those that would have hit him like so many projectiles. There was laughter, sickening laughter.

He couldn't say whether it was the darkside and anger, or...care and concern, yes, that filled him and drove his actions, or was behind the laughter. He couldn't be him could it? He knew that, he didn't feel like laughing he felt like screaming. But the irony was great, and life had thrown enough things to earn a 'some day you'll back on this and laugh', but at the moment he didn't much care as he hobbled toward her, a murderer that in his mind had become innocent, One that knew, no one knew but she did. And for that she would not be taken alone into the darkness and he would not let her go. Not quietly and not now!

TAG: Isis, Cara, Mal, GM

 

OOC: I am a bit unsure about the situation, still. So here is a short post about what I am ccertain of

Cara Ta´Manis
Hive

She gave herself to the Swarm. The voices, the laughter. The intensity of all this was unknown to her. The strength of the others thoughts were overwhelming. She took it, like a drug. Her ody not feeling anymore, but answering her. Through the force. Through the power that connected her to everything.

She flowed into the heart of darkness like a maelstrom had taken her. A whirl into which center she was drawn.

Gorog.

The thought was confusing. Was it her or was it them? Was this the same? She realized somewhere in her mind she was consumed. and her will resisted. But the time where she could make her own deciions would be limited, now. Soon . . .

Another laughter ran through her head and through her force. To er own surprise she realxed in the embrace of the hive, letting the Killiks carry her to the core of it all . . . and joined the laughter.

Tag: Sinrebirth

 

Borus'eth'Sabosen
-Shadow

There was a tremor, but Seth was already prepared for the coming onslaught. He had positioned several of the dead killik bodies in defensive stands, guarding from any attempts of blasterfire coming from the tunnel that he had traversed to get here. The tunnel left whoever was approaching severely exposed and unprotected. In other words, he saw Mal Judder approaching long before the trooper saw him and he had planned accordingly.

His original plan was to let the man fire first. Normally, this would be suicidal, but Seth had weighed the pros against the cons and was sure that his counterattack would end Judder's life. His trust in Judder's lack of aiming was founded by how the Imperial had moved down the tunnel, broad and fearless. Giving himself up on a silver platter would confuse and anger Judder, focusing his accuracy and hesitating not on the trigger. The lack of accurate scoping, however, would put him out of harm's way and Seth would simply counterattack with his blasters faster than Mal Judder would have to time to realize that he had missed and that he was now among the dead.

His plan, obviously, had not turned out as the Chiss had wanted. The tremor was vast and violent, bringing down the ceiling in some parts of the cavern. More importantly, he had not accounted for Judder's speed and had the tremor not manifested itself when it had, Seth might be dead now. But, alas, he was not and Judder was now in clearer sight, even, than before. Judder had risen and with the quickness of a cathar, Seth's pistol was aimed and he had fired two shots, then ducked behind an outcrop, drawing his weapon's twin.

Mistakenly, the man had assumed that this would be a chase and not a fight. He had probably thought that the Chiss' betrayal and hegira was out of cowardice; that Seth would continue to run until he had devised a plan to fight back. What Mal Judder did not know was that, in spite of the political head games he had played hitherto, Seth was also a warrior. Mal Judder had forgotten that Seth was part of the Ascendancy military and his legacy would be legendary!

Tag: Trimaj