Call of the Wild Hunt PPV

[Alkor Centaris]

In the moments that followed the Sith fleeing, Alkor knew better than to trust him to let the disgrace lie. In truth, Alkor had anticipat3f the treachery. Expect nothing less from Sith, and they will always live up to your standard.

He quickly made his way toward the XJ7, guided back to him by the Astromech that he spoke to via Comm. With a quick hop, he embarked and was already halfway to breaking atmosphere before all hell broke loose.

"Perfect," Alkor smiled as the wormhole began to grow and swallow all life in its path. "I didn't even need to do the legwork. Thank you, Sithling."

He did not tarry with the Hyperspace protocols, instead making a quick, inadvisable jump to lightspeed. The heat grew and his fighter rocked, but he was well out of the path of the deadly magic.

ooc: Leaving Thread.

 

[Aedan Miles]

Aedan blinked seeing the power that was used tilting his head before he thought and pressed a button the other half of assualt ships quickly dropping from the Scintel-class all half crewed so they could pick up the surviving members of his clone troops and Aedan himself. Jogging towards [member="Romeo Sin"] Aedan grabbed him and dragged him with him towards the assualt ships throwing him in one. "TIME TO GO ROMEO I DON'T PLAN ON DYING LIKE THIS! GET US BLACK SKY NOW! HEAD AROUND THE PLANET QUICKLY!" Above them the Scintel turned away from its bombardment and sped towards the far side of the planet the assault ships following after it heading towards atmosphere and then breaking away from it as they made their get away.

[member="Nulgath Zardai"] [member="Lord Ajihad"] [member="Alkor Centaris"] [member="Teresa Shan"]

 

[Teresa Zambrano | Darth Pellax]

She began to feel herself slow down but she was close. Even with the momentum she had she'd still manage to intercept the man one way or another. Landing where he just was she made one more leap onto the starship. "GIVE ME THE MASK BACK!!!" She screamed at the top of her lungs as Teresa stared him down. Her eyes would glow red in her enraged state. Her power grew tenfold drawing on the dark energy all around.

She reached out her hand and clenched the force around the cockpit canopy crushing it. The glass would split and splinter braking the integrity. The man wouldn't be able to escape in this and the gunships could do nothing. She already knew what the next move would be. A simple spin to throw her off. She'd drop into the cockpit onto [member="Lord Ajihad"]'s lap facing him. Teresa would wedge her feet under the seat and point her saber towards his chest unignited. "The mask give it or you die. I'm only going to ask once."

 

[Lord Ajihad]

Ajihad smirked. He sensed the ripples in the force around him as she moved to crush the cockpit, but he'd reply with an equal force of telekinesis to counter her's. The glass would be pressed, but caught between two equal forces, it would not break.​

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She then literally leapt into his lap. The assassin wasn't too sure how he felt about that, but he definitely didn't appreciate it. As she pointed the lightsaber at his chest, he would quickly move his hand to block the saber's emission nozzle. To most, it would just seem like an instinctual reaction with no merit, seeing as how her saber would easily slice through his hand. However, there was more to the movement than one might think.​

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Out of nowhere, just like he had done to Saverok, he would slam her with a sickening blast. It would deliver a few thousand psi into the middle of her chest. The force would send her in the direction of the sky at an angle so she would launch off a ways in front of him. It would hit her so hard that if she kept her legs under the seat, it would most likely rip her legs clean off. That, coupled with the powerful nausea she would experience, would probably be enough to dislodge her from the ship. The only issue might be her lightsaber...​

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As this was going on, the weather conditions would change rapidly. A massive storm was brewing, ripping apart his and Aedan's ships alike. Was this another trick of [member="Miss Blonde"]'s? The assassin was starting to get fed up with her.​

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[member="Teresa Shan"] [member="Aedan Miles"] [member="Romeo Sin"]​

 

[Teresa Zambrano | Darth Pellax]

[member="Lord Ajihad"]

As his hand moved in front of her saber relieving himself from the controls of the ship briefly. She could feel the ship sway around from the lack of control and turbulence. Although almost like instinct her finger would slide the switch on her saber and cut through a good portion of the controls. As for her other hand she had already snuck it under the strap. Still everything was moving in splits of seconds and her rage was still at full.

She felt the pulse against her chest and gagged forward, her legs would shift and before she knew it she was in the air. In the process she had managed to keep a firm grip in the bag snagging it from over his arm that wasn't on the control. The second it left his shoulder thought she could feel some weight to it. But she had to focus on not been sick and landing.

Already Teresa knew she'd have a hard impact even with the aid of the force to slow her decent down enough. The second she touched the floor though her body would relieve it's self of the little for she'd eaten before landing on this world. It only lasted for a few moments not even thirty seconds yet she felt better after it. With the bag over her shoulder she'd call her ship to her position and began to run as her hand began to rummage through the bag for the mask.

Ooc: I'll return the bag through mail

 

[Lord Ajihad]

Through use of precognition, Ajihad knew she would yank on the bag as she would get blasted backwards. Unfortunately, he wouldn't be able to resist the force of his own blast and the bag would most likely be pulled from his hands if he hung on.​

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Instead, he would roar in pain as a set of Yuuzhan Vong fighting claws would emerge from his knuckles on the side of the bag. They would extend outwards and sever the strap from the bag. Fortunately, [member="Teresa Shan"] would go flying backwards holding nothing but an alchemized leather strap. Unfortunately, he had just ripped a several thousand credit bag.​

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Hoping he had bought the warranty, Ajihad would attempt to take off. Sadly, it seemed the ship was in critical condition and wouldn't be able to fly. The assassin sighed, this girl was costing him a lot of money today.​

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He eyed one of the only intact gunships remaining, realizing it was his only way out. He would execute a tremendous leap with the force, landing on the back ramp. Recognizing him as an ally, a surprised mercenary would open the door. He would shut the hatch behind him, and sprint into the cockpit. What he saw inside was chaos. Red lights were flashing, wind was causing turbulence, and lightning was striking every which way. The assassin grimaced. Things didn't look good for them. If they were to get out of there, it would be because of him.​

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An eerie blue light would begin glowing in the depths of his eyes. The men on board would be shocked to see what looked to be several ghosts briefly appear in the cockpit before quickly vanishing. Ajihad would cast a barrier around the ship, just big enough for them to hopefully survive. He was holding their ship together, much like Darth Nihilus had done so many years ago on a much larger scale.​

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Now, they would see if he was strong enough to keep them alive.​

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[member="Romeo Sin"] [member="Aedan Miles"]​

 

[Lord Ajihad]

(Just going to finish this off then)​

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The ship rattled and shook as it spearheaded its way through the storm. Several times it seemed as if though the ship was going going to be ripped to shreds by the immense storm. However, through extreme physical exertion and an iron will, the assassin managed to get them through alive.​

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The second they broke out of the atmosphere, the shield ceased to exist and Ajihad collapsed onto the floor covered with a cold sweat. The men onboard looked at him with awe, they had just witnessed a miracle. One man wordlessly offered him his canteen of water, which the Sith Lord eagerly gulped down like a desert camel.​

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The pilot would fly them right into the large ship's hangar bay, just as a medical team would rush over. They would help him onto a hovering stretcher-type device, where we would sit down as they steered him towards the medical bay. He could feel the ship moving as they disengaged Miles's rival cruiser, and prepared to jump to hyperspace. The assassin felt inside the bag, comforted to know he had got the mask.​

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/exit thread​

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[member="Miss Blonde"]​