Crystalfire: Metal Pendulum splicing Eden and Oblivion, servitude or solace.

[Fyor Nayus]

Slumped in Raien's shuttle control room, with a respiratory device that was still attached to an empty bacta tank, keeping him breathing, spice stick in the other hand! Sat one extremely tired Fyor. Two years of being stuck without moving much, or at all, can do that to a man.

A voice came over the ship's intercom, loud enough that everyone could hear it.

“To whom it may concern…. “ there was some coughing in the background, that Corellian spice stick was having quite a kick, at least they’d been kind enough to keep his possessions aboard, he took a deep pull just to be sure.

“While I thank you for the lovely trip you have put me on, and your most generous hospitality, especially involving your assistants thoughtful bedside manner.” Fyor exhaled the smoke between breathes on the respirator. “I calculate the odds of you reaching me in time at about 5 to 1.”
Another deep pull on his spice stick, and a frantic search for a drink followed.

“Your shuttle and every frakking thing you own is about to turn into a giant pile of space dust.”

Some clinking could be heard as a glass was finally acquired.

"Have a nice day."

That also included Raien's sister, all his work, crystal collection, research, everything up in one go. He wouldn’t kill anyone of course, but the Sith didn’t know that, Fyor was gambling, as always.

“Also for your consideration Kei, much as I’d like to spend another two years stuck in the fine company of generous guests, you should most certainly come and find me when this is done, it would after all only be fair.” Fyor kicked back his feet on the dashboard, he couldn’t leave, or stand. Moving a bacta tank was out of the question, so he couldn’t crawl away either.

However that seemed a very tempting bottle of brandy to pass out with, he reasoned that would be about perfect to make him forget that he was even born, let alone care what was about to happen to him when the Sith returned. Cheers.

 

[Raien Keth]

Heavy attentions shifted, sacrifice to gain was his mantra, and what had allowed him to endure everything and anything, while others fell around him, even the strongest he knew to obscurity and demise. Yet he endured the decades.

Edge of truth cut through the metal below melting it, and piercing, driving the crimson beam to the fated man below, likely into his shoulder and holding it there.

When faced with sacrificing everything, all he had rebuilt, his instinct was to stay, to grow from the experience. Yet there was a certainty to deciding when and where those sacrifices took place, to being in control of shaping events.

Twisting his beam, to drive the point home into the man below, he said nothing, merely appraised his reaction, to judge it’s worth.

Raien had no way of carrying another’s weight in time, let alone several. Looking upon the embedded beam for questions, the Betrayer disengaged edge of truth's revealing light, there would be another day for answers.

What came next was the full ability he possessed, drawing on the pressure and gravity within his aura, he thundered a heavy force push down the hall, scattering metal, beams, likely people and whatever was in the way out of his way. The door at the far end of the corridor buckled, while a second force push even harder than the first, kicked it off its supports, and took part of the wall with it.

At full momentum, a thundering metal run began to pick up, churning away at the floor, ripping into it with the clawed edge of his limb supports, and taking him toward the docking bay. He was the one who chose when he sacrificed, and today he sacrificed much leaving these parts of himself behind…

 

[Kei Amadis]

Kei could control others pain, but could nothing for himself, with no training at all in it, all he had was a will that wouldn't ever give up when others needed helping. That fact was about to be reminded to him in no small part. He shoved the fallen roof piece upwards, pushing against the Sith with all he had, but that only brought the weapon through quicker, doing little to save his left shoulder.

There were times in life, sound blurred out, speech couldn’t be heard, even what you said was inaudible, like being shell shocked on the battlefield, or pulling a soldier out of hell, nothing else matter. His aggressor became hazy, then he became dark, then he became very far away, or maybe Kei was.

A rush of noise, and thing played in reverse, waking up to it, and the reality of having a hole in his shoulder, with no movement from the arm. Sweat poured off his face, whatever noises he was making he had no idea, he was lucky he hadn’t bitten his tongue off. Some part of him had thrown off the metal, crawling to wherever Nato was, wherever he found her, he threw his arm over the top of the girl, and looked to see if she was breathing.

“Fire.” He murmured, hoping someone would hear. Arm around her, he clung on to her, not letting her go, not giving up.

“Fire everything…” Switching his communicator on to the bridge.

He shouted something out, it didn’t matter what, just to clear his head long enough.

“Fire everything into the docking bay. All of it. Leave the shuttle.” The communicator went off.

“Hold on red.” He whispered to Nato, pulling himself to stand, putting his arm around her, onto his knee, then onto his shoulder, Kei staggered forward.

 

[Glade]

[SIZE=11pt]

Spoiler

Going to wrap this up as muses are warmed up!

"Kei?" She said quietly, "Taiden... Sera..." each name a bit quieter... Fyor[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt] Wasn’t long before their ship was being rocked side to side, their own fighters shooting into their docking bay. Things shook, sparking and popping, fires and people shouting. Their hallway looked like her room, you just couldn’t stand up. Not her fault nobody gave her enough room, shared bunks were pffft. Her mind raced, being anywhere but reality, Nato distracted herself better than anyone.

“You guys better be okay, or else!”

All she could hear was things flying about, people stomping around, things breaking. She sighed, curling her head up to her chest, wanting to sleep for a bit. Nobody was moving up here, Sera was somewhere else. Maybe they were okay, they’d be okay, they always were right?

“You better be.”

Please. She whispered alone, nobody answering.

Fin for Nato, Kei, Taiden, Sera. [/SIZE]

 

[Raien Keth]

Momentum and purpose carried him through the ships corridors, men were tossed to the side, others simply run down and crushed. Ripping up metal around him, fires and torn metal spreading outward from his departure. Raien leapt the last distance to the ships ramp, a heavy defining thud imbedding his footing in the surface. Niaana was aboard, already repaying Fyor kindly for his interruption.

His shuttle levitating up, surrounded by red cannon fire. Fyor’s presence meant the weaker Jedi did not fire on the ship, as expected. They launched out of the docking bay, leaving the larger ship burning, in more than one place. He had been delayed, this grated on his aura, scraping chalk down the outside of a board to anyone with force sensitivity, and pulling at their insides. All aboard would feel it, and that gnawing sensation was just the beginning of what they would become.

The journey and time spent planning the Betrayer’s next move, would be made to the screams of a Lorrdian Jedi named Fyor, who would become the fully weighty focus of his time at study. The Padawan had impressed him, altering his course, this was of note. A note that would be played on each and every bone in his test subjects body, pulling at every defining moment in the man's mind, till he unlocked the full potential of the padawan to be used as he wished.

Fin for Raien, Niaana, Fyor and the 2 other Jedi Prisoners on board.