Die and Rise

[Boethiah]

The Camouflaged individual was bold indeed but perhaps a little too bold. Her warriors were already heading in that direction; despite her orders -- regardless -- they wouldn't hesitate to give a killing blow given the chance. They were merely ordered to give chase to those gutsy enough to make a narrow escape. Stragglers were not off the menu. In any case Anja was clearly exhausted and much like her compatriots had no fear of death; not even the concept. The identity of their Gods was so etched into her very mind that death was not her greatest fear. It was content. Feeling okay with oneself, feeling accomplished even when not; she was hardly ambitious in most regards of what ambition was but even still the very thought of being okay in her position was terrifying. It was blasphemy yet she always did wonder from time-to-time when she saw others, what it might've been like -- the very same thoughts that clouded her as a child and such thoughts purged by the priests behest her father's whim. Being the Host Lord was both a blessing and a curse, to have so much power, such authority, could twist even the purest into succumbing to greed and lust; such emotions she would not allow to overcome her. Yet in the rage of passion that had caused the hectic event just earlier was still upon her, she was feeling things she never felt before.

It didn't matter what this self-claimed assassin said or did. To Anja the battle was already over; perhaps the Red Ravens won since they got their companion back but that was never the prize for The Primeval. The Host Lord was intrigued by the Jedi and felt an interesting connection that brought out powers she's never felt before. Powers she wished to manifest and command like a weapon to hammer down on the whole galaxy if they stood before her, a power she saw as divine right and lead her to believe in newer destiny. But for The Primeval -- this power was not unheard of nor unseen -- it was claimed by many of their members in primitive and developed states alike, and would continue to be so. That was not the idea in her mind; she was well aware of the forces existence, no. She had never witnessed its intoxication, having it flow through her like fire in her heart and water in her veins to create steam that burst forth into terrifying might. This is what she wished to unleash upon her enemies and now she was hellbent on making it so, on developing it into a weapon.

[member="Keira Ticon"] [member="Colap Ticon"] [member="Cryax Bane"] [member="Ice"] [member="Asteria Starcatcher"] [member="Nei Laa"]

 

[Cryax Bane]

As enemy fire erupted around them, Cryax took Keira's arm and pulled her in the direction of their escape route. He could tell she wasn't able to see as well in the dark as he, and so he hoped his glowing red eyes would lead them to both to safety. The bodyguard droids formed a wall around them and split into two groups as they were instructed, one group fighting the enemy back, and the other accompanying the two Ravens as they hurried down the black corridors. While he still had line of sight, Cryax craned his neck, committing the visage of [member="Anja Aj'Rou"] to his eidetic memory. He vowed to find out who she was, if not through a gentle debriefing of Keira, then through the tenacity of Raven slicers and infochants. Then, the Ravens would strike back with vengeance for kidnapping one of their own.

Once out of sight, the Chiss crime boss flicked on his commlink and barked a message to the rest of the team. He knew they were enjoying the battle, but they couldn't risk any casualties among this elite team. "I've got Keira. Ravens fall back to the ship. Let's haul jets outta here."

[member="Keira Ticon"] [member="Ice"] [member="Nei Laa"] [member="Asteria Starcatcher"] [member="Colap Ticon"]

 

[Nei Laa]

[member="Keira Ticon"] [member="Ice"] [member="Cryax Bane"] [member="Asteria Starcatcher"] [member="Colap Ticon"] [member="Anja Aj'Rou"]

The Nautolan let out a sigh, irritated with herself for missing most of the action. Oh, she'd shot down plenty of soldiers and whatnot in the hangar, but Ice's droids did that, too.

Still keeping one pistol out just in case, Nei began to retrace her steps. "Copy that. Don't trip on the bodies in the hangar." She twitched a tress at that comment, wondering where it came from. Probably 'cause I been useless, she grumbled. Truthfully, Nei knew she'd helped them, but again, she was just thoroughly mad that she hadn't been able to get a shot at the head kidnapper.

Maybe next time. Even if I gotta hunt them down.

 

[Puppet Kyrios]

Asteria only uncamoflaged when she was back onto the ship, nearly blacking out because she had neglected the forever most important law of her species; never recamouflage almost directly after uncamoflaging, and she would pay very dear for breaking that law, and Asteria didn't know if yelling insults at a crazed force user was worth it, but it was too late now. She refound her quarters and passed out on the bed, the slight glow around her flickering.

[member="Ice"] [member="Anja Aj'Rou"] [member="Keira Ticon"] [member="Cryax Bane"] [member="Colap Ticon"] [member="Nei Laa"]

 

[Keira Priest]

Starting slightly at [member="Cryax Bane"]'s hand on her arm, Keira visibly relaxed both physically and mentally after a moment, sighing in relief as she came to the realization that it was over, and she was as safe as she was ever going to be. Her saber disengaged nearly instantly, though she kept it in a loose grip at her side. As they walked she leaned on him for support more than she would ever admit, the adrenaline that had been coursing through her veins wearing off abruptly. They were nearing the hangar, that much was evident just from the relative silence of the corridors. And once the first bodies began appearing, it was evident as to why. With a grimly amused smile she noted that she was worth more to these people than apparently anyone had guessed, or maybe that was just due to her Force sensitivity. They had paid for it, but if she knew her fellow Ravens at all, this was only the beginning.

With a glance to Cryax she attempted a smile, not speaking for a few seconds, and when she did her voice was quiet, albeit still with some of the familiar teasing undertones, "So, this makes us about even, huh?"

[member="Ice"], [member="Asteria Starcatcher"], [member="Anja Aj'Rou"], [member="Colap Ticon"], [member="Nei Laa"]

 

[RC 212]

[member="Ice"], [member="Asteria Starcatcher"], [member="Anja Aj'Rou"], [member="Cryax Bane"], [member="Nei Laa"]

As the battle began to wind down Colap was still enraged. He heard Cryax and the rest were falling back to the ship to escape. But escape was the last thing on his mind. The Ticons were vermin, thugs and undercity criminals, but they were vermin with honor. Honor unto family. An eye for an eye, a toe for a toe. In this case the Prime-evil had taken a Ticon.

The debt must be paid with blood.

Colap turned back stalking through the halls. As he moved he snapped off thermal detonators and began to lb them along the hallways. He threw them like mad, one here one there. One in an adjacent room, one on the floor. Another down the hole in the floor. It was a tactic he had learned from Lysle at the battle of Barab I.

As they detonated the structural integrity of the ship was begging to weaken hopefully. So many explosions rocked up against the frames and the decks...

He could see the get away boat now. Colap primed his last proton charge and made his way over to a destroyed Prime-evil starfighter with still enough fuel in it to barley function... and slid into the cockpit.

"One moment guys."