Cedric Grayson
Ashlan Kaiser
Brimstone
,
Heinrich Faust
, Kasia Celestyne
Jegy Sesara
The warriors of the church followed him up into the engineering chamber easily enough.
The smell of rotting flesh and flora filled Cedric's nostrils as he stepped through the portal leading to the upper levels, making his nose scrunch up in distaste. The bodies of crew members were strewn about the chamber, their forms grafted into fleshy masses the shade of red clay. They peered up at him with thoughtless black eyes, the very slight movement of their chest the only indicator that they were still alive.
"What in the Ashla's name..." he muttered, his lightsaber humming quietly in his hands as he examined the room. There were no killiks in the room, only more crew members, all restrained, and all bearing the black eyes of joiners.
"These did not join the mother's hive willingly." One of the friendly joiners muttered. "They have been made to serve. Their knowledge used as a weapon."
"Can they be freed?"
"If the mother is silenced, perhaps."
Only further motivation to continue onward. Cedric moved to tread down the last corridor leading toward the hyperdrive chamber, only to find himself thrown onto his back violently, a pain shooting throughout his body. It was all the Jedi could do to forge a telekinetic barrier around himself, blocking the influence of whatever it was that seemed keen on telekinetically crushing for the moment.
"W-what?!" He stammered.
The Joiners grinned as one. "Your powers will serve the mother well. Submit, become one with the Hive, or be destroyed light kin."
Cedric could barely move, suspended in the air as he was, but from the corners of his eyes he could see that the holy host was suffering similarly. Several had been crushed within their armor entirely. How had they been so foolish as to trust the Joiners?
The barrier began to shimmer, and bits of his armor began to bend under the pressure. He would need to figure out something within the next few seconds, or he'd die on this forgotten ship.
The warriors of the church followed him up into the engineering chamber easily enough.
The smell of rotting flesh and flora filled Cedric's nostrils as he stepped through the portal leading to the upper levels, making his nose scrunch up in distaste. The bodies of crew members were strewn about the chamber, their forms grafted into fleshy masses the shade of red clay. They peered up at him with thoughtless black eyes, the very slight movement of their chest the only indicator that they were still alive.
"What in the Ashla's name..." he muttered, his lightsaber humming quietly in his hands as he examined the room. There were no killiks in the room, only more crew members, all restrained, and all bearing the black eyes of joiners.
"These did not join the mother's hive willingly." One of the friendly joiners muttered. "They have been made to serve. Their knowledge used as a weapon."
"Can they be freed?"
"If the mother is silenced, perhaps."
Only further motivation to continue onward. Cedric moved to tread down the last corridor leading toward the hyperdrive chamber, only to find himself thrown onto his back violently, a pain shooting throughout his body. It was all the Jedi could do to forge a telekinetic barrier around himself, blocking the influence of whatever it was that seemed keen on telekinetically crushing for the moment.
"W-what?!" He stammered.
The Joiners grinned as one. "Your powers will serve the mother well. Submit, become one with the Hive, or be destroyed light kin."
Cedric could barely move, suspended in the air as he was, but from the corners of his eyes he could see that the holy host was suffering similarly. Several had been crushed within their armor entirely. How had they been so foolish as to trust the Joiners?
The barrier began to shimmer, and bits of his armor began to bend under the pressure. He would need to figure out something within the next few seconds, or he'd die on this forgotten ship.